Livin' on the Edge
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 for all the stuff things are rated PG13 though there is some harsh language.
Rating will change to R later when things get too racy.
Summery: Uhm.unexpected turns in events lead to . well . lots of crappy situations. Yeah I know, not too good. But give it a shot. Come on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And when I say nothing, I really mean nothing. Hell, my floppy disk was swiped from the school's computer lab. So the superstar's belong to the WWF. It's WWF FOREVER!
TimeLine: really makes no difference.
Distribution: Just ask me.
On with the story already.
Jeff paced the small space just outside his front door. "God, where is she?" He looked one way, the next, then at his watch. It had been almost thirty minutes since he'd called Torrie. They should be here by now. But what if.
What if something happened? What if she got into an accident? What if Christian found them and stopped them? What if.
Jeff shook his head, trying to dispel the offensive thoughts. He did not want to picture that. Did not want to think of that situation. He sighed as he glanced down the road again, this time spotting a pair of headlights. His pulse quickened as he watched the car pull into his driveway and wrap its way to his front step.
He saw her, sitting in the front seat, her head bowed and shoulders shaking. Jeff quickly ran to the door, opening it and falling to his knees. She slowly looked to him, her eyes grasping his. Jeff reached for her hands, holding them between his. "Oh, baby. Come on." He took his time standing, carefully guiding her out of the car. When she stood next to him, he wrapped a protective arm around her shoulder. "Go ahead, Torrie." He called back. "I've got it from here."
Jeff eased her through the door and kicked it shut behind him. "Come on, sweetie. You can stay here tonight." And with that said, he guided her down the hall and to one of the spare bedrooms in his house. He opened the door, flicking on the light. "Is this ok for you? If you don't like it, you can stay in ."
"It's fine, Jeff." She answered in a broken voice. He released her as she continued into the room, walking over to the bed and sitting down.
How he wanted to just run over there and hold her. But he didn't know if she even wanted him there, so he stayed put, standing in the doorway. "If you want me to leave or if you want to talk, it's up to you."
Lita bowed her head and sighed. Her shoulders sagged and she paid special attention to her hands, staring at her interlocked fingers. She sensed him shifting and she looked up to him, reaching out a hand. "Come here."
He relaxed as he stepped towards her, taking the seat next to her and grabbing her hand, giving it a slight squeeze. "I wish I knew what to say. But I don't."
She nodded. "I know. So let me ask the questions."
"Yeah sure. Go ahead. Anything you need."
Lita blinked a few times then look directly at Jeff, her voice stern. "How long? How long have you known?"
Jeff's jaw practically dropped at the question and he released her hand to nervously run his hand through his hair. "I.uhm. Well, you see.it was.uh. What makes you think I know anything?"
"Not now, Jeff." At her tone, his eyes met hers and he crumbled at the tears. She pressed her lips together a moment before continuing. "Don't you dare do this now."
He sighed, looking down. "I've known for a while. I've known it was in him since before he married you and then I figured he didn't stop when he did marry you and he proved my theory not long ago and I.I don't know."
"And you didn't tell me?" Lita shook her head, pressing her hand to her eyes. "When? When did you know? Was it that night you attacked him?"
"No." Jeff answered simply. "But that was the last straw. It was that night that I got arrested. When I said that I had to just go and."
"Vent." She finished for him. "When you said you had to get out the pent up aggression, right?"
Jeff nodded, standing up with his back to her. God, he couldn't look at her now. "Yeah."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"How could I tell you that?" he responded, turning to look at her now. "How did you expect me to tell you that? It's not something you bring up at random dinner conversations. You know, 'Hey, what are we doing this weekend? Beach right? And by the way, you know I caught your husband bangin a broad against the lockers. Oh no wait, it was skiing this weekend, wasn't it?' That's not what you do."
"Yeah well, Fuck you too." She spat out as she shot to her feet and approached him, an angry glare in her eyes. "Who the hell do you think you are talking about it like that? This isn't a light thing. It's not some stupid petty . GOD!" She raked her hands through her hair as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her eyes met his again, this time sorrow, pain, and tears shining through. "Why?! You're a man! You should know. Why'd he do it?"
Jeff's brow furrowed at her outburst, but he quickly held his hands up submissively. "Me being a man has nothing to do with it. Cuz honestly, I have no idea why he'd do it. I really don't."
She looked to the ground confused. "What's wrong with me?" She turned, walking to the full-length mirror and looking at her reflection. "Is it my body? I mean, I know I don't have this double D chest, and I don't have great legs, and I know I'm not pretty." She cocked her head to one side. Then she swiftly reached down, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, leaving her standing there in tight leather pants and a black lace bra. She turned to the side, running her hand over her abdomen. "I don't know. There isn't that much that's great. Maybe he just."
"Stop it! Just stop it!" Jeff practically yelled, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths to steady is heart. "I don't want to hear you say anything like that cuz it's not true. It's not your body. There is nothing wrong with you. So you don't have a huge chest, that doesn't matter. And don't cut yourself short on your legs. You have an amazing body and don't you ever forget that."
"Then what is it?" she asked, looking back into the mirror.
God, she's killing him. He watched as she brushed her hair behind her shoulder, the curve of her neck driving him wild. He could see the tears in her eyes, the pain in her face through the reflection. "I don't know." That was all he could say to her. He shook his head. "I really don't know, sweetie. I don't know why he thinks he . I just don't know."
Lita sighed. "So that's it isn't it." Her shoulders sagged. "He just doesn't love me anymore. God, no one does." She spun, her eyes intently focused on Jeff. "No one has ever loved me. I don't know what it feels like. If he ever did, he wouldn't have done this to me, to us."
Jeff stepped forward. "That's not true. I love you."
"That's not what I mean, Jeff." She said turning from him and walking the other way. "I mean."
Jeff stepped towards her, grabbing her arm. "I know exactly what you mean!"
She turned, looking at him, but he kept his hold on her. "I don't mean that kind of love. I mean the kind of love that couples share. The kind that a man and woman have between them like ." She sighed. "It's not the same!"
"GOD, WOMAN!"
"It's not!" she insisted. "I've never felt it. He never did love me. I thought he did, but he didn't. No one has. Why can't you understand that? NO ONE EVER LOVED ME LIKE I NEEDED!"
She pushed past him, walking to the door. Jeff reached out, grabbing her arm with a rough hand and pulling her to him. The strength he used caught her off guard and she tumbled towards him, her hands grasping at his arms as she fell against. His other arm banded around her waist, holding her tightly to his chest.
With an animalistic glint in his eye, Jeff crushed his mouth to hers. Lita tensed, pushing back from him, her hands shoving him back by the chest. But Jeff only tightened his hold, pulling her flush against him again, not letting her break his kiss. He wasn't going to let her go, not yet. Well, he already blew things between them by kissing her so he might as well.
Jeff forced his tongue past her lips, kissing her deep and hard. And after a moment, he felt her release, the tension flowing from her as she brought her arms around his neck and reciprocated the kiss. He emitted a low grumble from deep in his throat when he felt her trail her fingers through his hair.
When he knew he was getting a little too into the kiss, he pulled back, moving completely away from her body. As he stepped back, he watched her. She cocked her head, staring at him. And then her eyes widened, and she brought her hand to her mouth.
Jeff shook his head. Oh God, what has he done. And the horrified look on her face just. "Oh God, I have to.I . Uhm." He swallowed hard, and rushed past her, out of the room.
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Jeff ran into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him and leaning back against it. How could he do that? And that horrified look on her face. Granted, she kissed him back, eventually. But, it didn't look like she meant to afterwards. "God, what have I done?"
He bowed his head into his hand. What was he thinking? He practically rammed his tongue down her throat, and she was pushing away. He should've just let her push away. And now he ruined everything. He banged his head back against the door. And she probably doesn't even know how he actually feels.
At the rasping on his door, he only sighed, knowing that he had to acknowledge it. He pushed off, turning and grabbing the door handle. He opened the door, but kept his eyes averted as he stepped back, allowing her entrance. She walked in and he closed the door. "Look, I know what you're going to say and."
"No, you don't. Look at me."
Jeff sighed, looking up at her and meeting her eyes. "I'm."
She held up a hand. "Stop. You're bursting at the seams. Will you just drop the mask and let me see?"
Jeff bowed his head, feeling the tears. His shoulders drooped and Lita stepped towards him. She placed her hand on his cheek. "Jeff, look at me." He obeyed, meeting her eyes. She looked intently, searching his eyes for something, anything.
His lip quivered as he squeezed his eyes shut a moment, then opened them. "Lita, I'm."
"Don't speak." She commanded, placing her hand over his mouth.
She looked deeper into his eyes and Jeff swore he was drowning. He just kept falling and falling and God help him he was crying now.
"Shhhh." She cooed, reaching up to wipe away a tear. "You say you love me." She said, her voice soft. "And not that friendly brotherly love, but the other love." She didn't remove her hand so he only nodded, keeping the eye contact.
Lita pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. He followed suit, holding her tightly against him as he buried his face in her neck. He couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips when she ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his back. But he tensed slightly when he felt her warm breath at his ear.
She kissed him, softly, only letting him feel her lips against his ear. "Jeff," she whispered. "Show me. Please."
*** Sorry it's taken so long. Been really busy with work and everything else. We're almost done with this one too, so Review review. The more reviews, the faster I write. - C.C. PS: Yes, that is blackmail. ***
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 for all the stuff things are rated PG13 though there is some harsh language.
Rating will change to R later when things get too racy.
Summery: Uhm.unexpected turns in events lead to . well . lots of crappy situations. Yeah I know, not too good. But give it a shot. Come on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And when I say nothing, I really mean nothing. Hell, my floppy disk was swiped from the school's computer lab. So the superstar's belong to the WWF. It's WWF FOREVER!
TimeLine: really makes no difference.
Distribution: Just ask me.
On with the story already.
Jeff paced the small space just outside his front door. "God, where is she?" He looked one way, the next, then at his watch. It had been almost thirty minutes since he'd called Torrie. They should be here by now. But what if.
What if something happened? What if she got into an accident? What if Christian found them and stopped them? What if.
Jeff shook his head, trying to dispel the offensive thoughts. He did not want to picture that. Did not want to think of that situation. He sighed as he glanced down the road again, this time spotting a pair of headlights. His pulse quickened as he watched the car pull into his driveway and wrap its way to his front step.
He saw her, sitting in the front seat, her head bowed and shoulders shaking. Jeff quickly ran to the door, opening it and falling to his knees. She slowly looked to him, her eyes grasping his. Jeff reached for her hands, holding them between his. "Oh, baby. Come on." He took his time standing, carefully guiding her out of the car. When she stood next to him, he wrapped a protective arm around her shoulder. "Go ahead, Torrie." He called back. "I've got it from here."
Jeff eased her through the door and kicked it shut behind him. "Come on, sweetie. You can stay here tonight." And with that said, he guided her down the hall and to one of the spare bedrooms in his house. He opened the door, flicking on the light. "Is this ok for you? If you don't like it, you can stay in ."
"It's fine, Jeff." She answered in a broken voice. He released her as she continued into the room, walking over to the bed and sitting down.
How he wanted to just run over there and hold her. But he didn't know if she even wanted him there, so he stayed put, standing in the doorway. "If you want me to leave or if you want to talk, it's up to you."
Lita bowed her head and sighed. Her shoulders sagged and she paid special attention to her hands, staring at her interlocked fingers. She sensed him shifting and she looked up to him, reaching out a hand. "Come here."
He relaxed as he stepped towards her, taking the seat next to her and grabbing her hand, giving it a slight squeeze. "I wish I knew what to say. But I don't."
She nodded. "I know. So let me ask the questions."
"Yeah sure. Go ahead. Anything you need."
Lita blinked a few times then look directly at Jeff, her voice stern. "How long? How long have you known?"
Jeff's jaw practically dropped at the question and he released her hand to nervously run his hand through his hair. "I.uhm. Well, you see.it was.uh. What makes you think I know anything?"
"Not now, Jeff." At her tone, his eyes met hers and he crumbled at the tears. She pressed her lips together a moment before continuing. "Don't you dare do this now."
He sighed, looking down. "I've known for a while. I've known it was in him since before he married you and then I figured he didn't stop when he did marry you and he proved my theory not long ago and I.I don't know."
"And you didn't tell me?" Lita shook her head, pressing her hand to her eyes. "When? When did you know? Was it that night you attacked him?"
"No." Jeff answered simply. "But that was the last straw. It was that night that I got arrested. When I said that I had to just go and."
"Vent." She finished for him. "When you said you had to get out the pent up aggression, right?"
Jeff nodded, standing up with his back to her. God, he couldn't look at her now. "Yeah."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"How could I tell you that?" he responded, turning to look at her now. "How did you expect me to tell you that? It's not something you bring up at random dinner conversations. You know, 'Hey, what are we doing this weekend? Beach right? And by the way, you know I caught your husband bangin a broad against the lockers. Oh no wait, it was skiing this weekend, wasn't it?' That's not what you do."
"Yeah well, Fuck you too." She spat out as she shot to her feet and approached him, an angry glare in her eyes. "Who the hell do you think you are talking about it like that? This isn't a light thing. It's not some stupid petty . GOD!" She raked her hands through her hair as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her eyes met his again, this time sorrow, pain, and tears shining through. "Why?! You're a man! You should know. Why'd he do it?"
Jeff's brow furrowed at her outburst, but he quickly held his hands up submissively. "Me being a man has nothing to do with it. Cuz honestly, I have no idea why he'd do it. I really don't."
She looked to the ground confused. "What's wrong with me?" She turned, walking to the full-length mirror and looking at her reflection. "Is it my body? I mean, I know I don't have this double D chest, and I don't have great legs, and I know I'm not pretty." She cocked her head to one side. Then she swiftly reached down, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, leaving her standing there in tight leather pants and a black lace bra. She turned to the side, running her hand over her abdomen. "I don't know. There isn't that much that's great. Maybe he just."
"Stop it! Just stop it!" Jeff practically yelled, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths to steady is heart. "I don't want to hear you say anything like that cuz it's not true. It's not your body. There is nothing wrong with you. So you don't have a huge chest, that doesn't matter. And don't cut yourself short on your legs. You have an amazing body and don't you ever forget that."
"Then what is it?" she asked, looking back into the mirror.
God, she's killing him. He watched as she brushed her hair behind her shoulder, the curve of her neck driving him wild. He could see the tears in her eyes, the pain in her face through the reflection. "I don't know." That was all he could say to her. He shook his head. "I really don't know, sweetie. I don't know why he thinks he . I just don't know."
Lita sighed. "So that's it isn't it." Her shoulders sagged. "He just doesn't love me anymore. God, no one does." She spun, her eyes intently focused on Jeff. "No one has ever loved me. I don't know what it feels like. If he ever did, he wouldn't have done this to me, to us."
Jeff stepped forward. "That's not true. I love you."
"That's not what I mean, Jeff." She said turning from him and walking the other way. "I mean."
Jeff stepped towards her, grabbing her arm. "I know exactly what you mean!"
She turned, looking at him, but he kept his hold on her. "I don't mean that kind of love. I mean the kind of love that couples share. The kind that a man and woman have between them like ." She sighed. "It's not the same!"
"GOD, WOMAN!"
"It's not!" she insisted. "I've never felt it. He never did love me. I thought he did, but he didn't. No one has. Why can't you understand that? NO ONE EVER LOVED ME LIKE I NEEDED!"
She pushed past him, walking to the door. Jeff reached out, grabbing her arm with a rough hand and pulling her to him. The strength he used caught her off guard and she tumbled towards him, her hands grasping at his arms as she fell against. His other arm banded around her waist, holding her tightly to his chest.
With an animalistic glint in his eye, Jeff crushed his mouth to hers. Lita tensed, pushing back from him, her hands shoving him back by the chest. But Jeff only tightened his hold, pulling her flush against him again, not letting her break his kiss. He wasn't going to let her go, not yet. Well, he already blew things between them by kissing her so he might as well.
Jeff forced his tongue past her lips, kissing her deep and hard. And after a moment, he felt her release, the tension flowing from her as she brought her arms around his neck and reciprocated the kiss. He emitted a low grumble from deep in his throat when he felt her trail her fingers through his hair.
When he knew he was getting a little too into the kiss, he pulled back, moving completely away from her body. As he stepped back, he watched her. She cocked her head, staring at him. And then her eyes widened, and she brought her hand to her mouth.
Jeff shook his head. Oh God, what has he done. And the horrified look on her face just. "Oh God, I have to.I . Uhm." He swallowed hard, and rushed past her, out of the room.
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Jeff ran into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him and leaning back against it. How could he do that? And that horrified look on her face. Granted, she kissed him back, eventually. But, it didn't look like she meant to afterwards. "God, what have I done?"
He bowed his head into his hand. What was he thinking? He practically rammed his tongue down her throat, and she was pushing away. He should've just let her push away. And now he ruined everything. He banged his head back against the door. And she probably doesn't even know how he actually feels.
At the rasping on his door, he only sighed, knowing that he had to acknowledge it. He pushed off, turning and grabbing the door handle. He opened the door, but kept his eyes averted as he stepped back, allowing her entrance. She walked in and he closed the door. "Look, I know what you're going to say and."
"No, you don't. Look at me."
Jeff sighed, looking up at her and meeting her eyes. "I'm."
She held up a hand. "Stop. You're bursting at the seams. Will you just drop the mask and let me see?"
Jeff bowed his head, feeling the tears. His shoulders drooped and Lita stepped towards him. She placed her hand on his cheek. "Jeff, look at me." He obeyed, meeting her eyes. She looked intently, searching his eyes for something, anything.
His lip quivered as he squeezed his eyes shut a moment, then opened them. "Lita, I'm."
"Don't speak." She commanded, placing her hand over his mouth.
She looked deeper into his eyes and Jeff swore he was drowning. He just kept falling and falling and God help him he was crying now.
"Shhhh." She cooed, reaching up to wipe away a tear. "You say you love me." She said, her voice soft. "And not that friendly brotherly love, but the other love." She didn't remove her hand so he only nodded, keeping the eye contact.
Lita pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. He followed suit, holding her tightly against him as he buried his face in her neck. He couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips when she ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his back. But he tensed slightly when he felt her warm breath at his ear.
She kissed him, softly, only letting him feel her lips against his ear. "Jeff," she whispered. "Show me. Please."
*** Sorry it's taken so long. Been really busy with work and everything else. We're almost done with this one too, so Review review. The more reviews, the faster I write. - C.C. PS: Yes, that is blackmail. ***