Title: Transcending
Author: Crimson Coin. Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 . maybe 15
Summery: Can multiple couples transcend boundaries to find love.
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, the English language, Spain, or anything else used to write this story. It is entirely fictional.
Archiving: only ask me so I can visit it and keep track of them
Jeff held his neck, his head bowed as he followed Lita back to their hotel room. It had been a day and the hospital released Jeff like they said they would. Chris on the other hand had to stay one more day. And Jeff and Lita didn't want to leave him to travel alone. So they waited behind, promising to pick him up in the morning. Poor guy, in the hospital for another overnight. Jeff let out a sigh as he walked into the room.
Lita gave him a knowing glance, but played along with him. "Awww. Poor Baby. You're neck bothering you?"
Jeff lay down on the bed in the room facing away from her and rubbing his neck. "Uh huh. It's only a little sore though. I'll be ok."
She walked to the side of the bed, kneeling down to look at him. She smiled as she traced her fingers over his brow, brushing away some loose strands of hair. "Are you sure? Is there anything you want me to do?"
Jeff nodded, sticking out his lip in a pout. "Well, maybe you could rub it, make it feel better."
Lita smiled, leaning forward to kiss his mouth, then pulled back standing up. "Ok. I'll be right back. You lay on your stomach."
A silly grin stretched across his face as she walked into the bathroom. He quickly removed his shirt, lying down on his stomach and his head in his arms. "All ready and waiting." He called to her.
"Ok, close your eyes." She called back and he did such.
He heard her walking, and then the mattress sunk with her weight and he felt hands on his back a distinct burning on his skin. She must have gotten the Icy/Hot from the bathroom. Meticulously massaging, carefully working the sore muscles and he relaxed further into the bed. The fingers pricked into his skin and he let out a little groan of appreciation.
After about ten minutes, the hands pressed into his neck then ran down his spine, rubbing him roughly. "Mmmmmm." He let out. "Baby, that feels amazing."
"Really Jeff? I didn't know you felt that way."
Jeff opened one eye looking back over his shoulder to see Christian smiling back at him. His eyes bolted open as he fell off the bed, landing hard on his butt. He shook his head, his eyes darting from a grinning Christian on the bed, to his grinning fiancé standing next to an equally smiling Trish Stratus in the door way. "Yo.You.you.I."
The room broke out in hysterical laughter as Jeff staggered to his feet. Christian flopped down on the bed. "That was beautiful. Simply beautiful. So, baby, how you feel now?"
Trish had to grab her stomach and hold onto Lita at her boyfriends insinuating tone. She somehow managed to gain some semblance of control. "Is there something you want to tell me, honey?"
Christian hopped off the bed. "Nope. Nothing at all." And he lifted the blonde into the air before planting a soft kiss on her lips. "So, baby, how you feel now?" he said in the same tone.
She smiled at him as he put her down and the two looked over as Lita made her way over to an obviously upset Jeff Hardy. "We should probably go." She whispered to him. The exchanged a glance and slipped out the door, letting it click behind them.
"That was mean, baby. Really mean." Jeff said a hint of hurt in his voice.
Her expression fell serious. "Aw sweetie, it was all in good fun. It was only a joke, please don't be upset."
He looked up at her a moment, holding her eye contact, watching as concern flashed in her hazel eyes. Then a mischievous smile stretched across his face as he lunged at her, tackling her to the bed and rolling them over so she lay on top of him, her hands splayed across his chest. "No harm done."
Her eyes met his, shocked at what he did, but happy he wasn't upset. "I'm really sorry. Anything you want . name it and it's done."
Jeff bit his lip a moment, his eyes trailing to an upper corner of the room in thought. She tapped her fingers on his chest, loving the way his muscles jumped at her stimulus. He quickly flipped them, her on the bottom and he on the top. He leaned down, kissing her fiercely once then pulling back. "Ok, here's the deal. Because you pulled a little shenanigan of your own, I get to give it right back to you."
"That's fair enough."
He slowly traced his one hand up her side then across her arm and entwining their fingers. He turned his head, watching as he repeated the gesture with the other hand. Lita leaned up, kissing him roughly, the passion quickly rising. But he pulled away, smiling down at her as he brought her hands to the headboard, wrapping her fingers around the wooden beams.
Jeff smiled down at her again. Easing his way down her body and stopped, resting his chin on her stomach, kissing her naval ring softly before smiling up at her, his hands playing with the top of her pants. "The stipulation is." he trailed off, kissing her stomach again. "You can't let go."
Lita bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as Jeff inched his fingers beneath the band of her pants. She felt his breath there a moment then his weight off the bed, ripping the pants off of her.
"I'll be right back." He said to her, his voice deep and full of lust and the sight of her lying there in a sheer black thong. "And keep your eyes closed."
Lita only nodded, waiting for him to come back. Her mind racing with the thought of what he would soon be doing. He always was...gifted. She smiled as her thoughts continued to betray her.
"Oh Darlin," he drawled out. "Look at this."
And she opened her eyes, looking at him with a lusty gaze, then she sat up, a shocked look replacing the desire. He grinned ridiculously holding the ice bucket in his hand then threw the ice water contents on her.
Jeff nearly broke down laughing, pointing at her. "Baby, THAT is why I love you so much. And.hey. You can't let go and get up like that." He raised a finger into the air. "That would go against the stipulation." He cocked his head at her. "Baby, what you looking at me like that for?"
Lita cracked her neck getting to her feet, dumbfounded and sputtering the water from her lips. Jeff trailed off as he watched her tense. "Hardy." She said, annoyance running strong in her voice.
"Eep." Jeff muttered out before running to the door and out.
Lita quickly pulled on a pair of Pajama Bottoms from his bag before following him out the door, screaming after him. "WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU."
He grinned, looking over his shoulder to call back. "I'M COUNTING ON IT, BABY." And he let out a laugh.
"JEFFREY!!!!!" Yet she couldn't help but smile.knowing he was right. But she'd get him none-the-less. And boy, would he be sorry.
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Chris Jericho sat on his hospital bed, his eyes restlessly wandering from one ceiling tile to the next. "Ok so there are one hundred three ceiling tiles." he looked to the floor. "And one hundred fourteen floor tiles." He bit his lip momentarily. "So if the tiles are the same size, then there is more floor space then ceiling space." He paused thinking. "That doesn't make sense. There shouldn't be more floor then ceiling space." He shot to his feet, walking to the door, grabbing his lower back as a momentary tinge shot through his body. "No, the ceiling tiles must be slightly larger then the floor tiles. Or are the floor tiles smaller then the ceiling tiles?" He spun walking to the other side of the room and looking in the mirror. "And why the hell am I thinking about this?" he sighed. He turned sideways, looking at himself in the mirror, "And these Pajamas of Jeff's they got me in do nothing to show off my ass."
"Well, I'm not complaining." A voice says from the door.
Jericho jumped into the air, immediately clutching his back as he look to see none other then Stephanie McMahon in his doorway. Her eyes widened at his wince and she hurried to him. He accepted her help as she led him back to the bed. "Now don't be doing that. I'm fine, really. See?" and he smiled foolishly at her.
She only rolled here eyes. "Please, just sit down before you hurt yourself even more." He settled into the mattress and when she would walk away, he grabbed her hand, pulling her down to sit on his bed. Steph smiled, allowing the gesture and trailing her hand up his arm before meeting his eyes. "Why are you still here? I thought Jeff's condition was worse then yours."
"It was." Chris answered with a smile. "You see those vases over there? There used to be four."
Steph looked across the room, spotting three glass vases on the counter, then looked back to Jericho, now noticing the small bandage on his head that wasn't there before. She reached up, gently running her fingers over the bandage, not noticing the way his stomach and eyes fluttered at her gesture. "What did Jeff have you do?"
Chris laughed. "He bet me I couldn't juggle four of them at once. I was fine with the three and then with the fourth.well I lost sight of one and it sorta landed NOT in my hand."
Steph brought a hand to her eyes. "God, Chris. I knew agreeing to let you go back to RAW with that Hardy and all of them would do this." She looked up at him, smiling, her eyes shining. "You're nuts. You know that? You're all nuts."
"And that's why we're so much fun."
Steph nodded. "True. I miss having you guys around. We were all so close and then the brand divided. I figured the guys from our group that came over would be the same." She ducked her head, a sadness entering her voice. "I was wrong, I guess. They all changed."
Chris reached across, lifting her chin with his finger. "We all didn't change. What happened to them.to your Roster?"
Steph shrugged. "I don't know. One minute I'm the GM and the next Paul is calling all the shots. I don't know when it happened. Which reminds me.what were you doing on Smackdown? Not that I'm unappreciative, but you guys aren't supposed to be there."
Chris smiled up at her. "Well, let's just say it's a God-Send that we were."
"I take it that means I'm not getting an answer." She said, dryly, reaching up to take his hand in hers.
Chris shook his head. "Nope. But I'm glad I was there though. If I wasn't and he got that hand around your neck and he." Chris's eyes fired with hatred, his voice angered. "The bastard, who does he think he is? You're a woman for God sakes. And his boss and the woman I." Chris exhaled as Steph's wide eyes met his passionate ones. "I'm sorry. I just can't believe it, that's all." He reached up, wiping a tear from Stephanie's eye. "Oh, please don't cry. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm so sorr."
She placed a hand over his mouth. "Don't apologize. It's not your fault. You and Jeff and Drew.you saved me. I don't know how to thank you, but.thank you. Just thank you." And with that said she flung herself into his arms, hugging him as hard as she could without hurting him.
Chris held her closer, feeling her nuzzle into his neck. He swore her stomach was fluttering, her heart beat increasing, but he refused to believe what he thought it was. No, she couldn't be feeling that way about him.not yet at least. He kissed her hair tenderly. "Don't you worry about a thing. No matter what, they will not get to you. We will be only two steps behind. You won't be alone. And if they try to hurt you again, I'll kill them all. I swear it." She pulled back, looking him in the eye. "I swear it."
Steph let out a teary laugh, leaning forward to press a friendly kiss to his lips before hugging him again, her voice whispering softly in his ear. "Thank you."
Chris felt his heart jump as she pressed her lips to his. God he never imagined he would ever feel it. But it was only in friendship. He didn't care. He wrapped his arms more tightly around her. She'd still kissed him, and now he only hoped she couldn't feel his rapid heart and fluttering stomach.
Steph clenched her teeth, feeling him band his arms around her. She couldn't resist. Just couldn't resist the concept of kissing him. She'd wanted to for so long and even though he would never want her 'that' way, she had to feel it, feel his lips. And hugging him like she was, she only hoped he couldn't feel her rapid heartbeat and the flutter in her stomach.
*** Don't you love it when situations get interesting. ^_^***
Author: Crimson Coin. Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 . maybe 15
Summery: Can multiple couples transcend boundaries to find love.
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, the English language, Spain, or anything else used to write this story. It is entirely fictional.
Archiving: only ask me so I can visit it and keep track of them
Jeff held his neck, his head bowed as he followed Lita back to their hotel room. It had been a day and the hospital released Jeff like they said they would. Chris on the other hand had to stay one more day. And Jeff and Lita didn't want to leave him to travel alone. So they waited behind, promising to pick him up in the morning. Poor guy, in the hospital for another overnight. Jeff let out a sigh as he walked into the room.
Lita gave him a knowing glance, but played along with him. "Awww. Poor Baby. You're neck bothering you?"
Jeff lay down on the bed in the room facing away from her and rubbing his neck. "Uh huh. It's only a little sore though. I'll be ok."
She walked to the side of the bed, kneeling down to look at him. She smiled as she traced her fingers over his brow, brushing away some loose strands of hair. "Are you sure? Is there anything you want me to do?"
Jeff nodded, sticking out his lip in a pout. "Well, maybe you could rub it, make it feel better."
Lita smiled, leaning forward to kiss his mouth, then pulled back standing up. "Ok. I'll be right back. You lay on your stomach."
A silly grin stretched across his face as she walked into the bathroom. He quickly removed his shirt, lying down on his stomach and his head in his arms. "All ready and waiting." He called to her.
"Ok, close your eyes." She called back and he did such.
He heard her walking, and then the mattress sunk with her weight and he felt hands on his back a distinct burning on his skin. She must have gotten the Icy/Hot from the bathroom. Meticulously massaging, carefully working the sore muscles and he relaxed further into the bed. The fingers pricked into his skin and he let out a little groan of appreciation.
After about ten minutes, the hands pressed into his neck then ran down his spine, rubbing him roughly. "Mmmmmm." He let out. "Baby, that feels amazing."
"Really Jeff? I didn't know you felt that way."
Jeff opened one eye looking back over his shoulder to see Christian smiling back at him. His eyes bolted open as he fell off the bed, landing hard on his butt. He shook his head, his eyes darting from a grinning Christian on the bed, to his grinning fiancé standing next to an equally smiling Trish Stratus in the door way. "Yo.You.you.I."
The room broke out in hysterical laughter as Jeff staggered to his feet. Christian flopped down on the bed. "That was beautiful. Simply beautiful. So, baby, how you feel now?"
Trish had to grab her stomach and hold onto Lita at her boyfriends insinuating tone. She somehow managed to gain some semblance of control. "Is there something you want to tell me, honey?"
Christian hopped off the bed. "Nope. Nothing at all." And he lifted the blonde into the air before planting a soft kiss on her lips. "So, baby, how you feel now?" he said in the same tone.
She smiled at him as he put her down and the two looked over as Lita made her way over to an obviously upset Jeff Hardy. "We should probably go." She whispered to him. The exchanged a glance and slipped out the door, letting it click behind them.
"That was mean, baby. Really mean." Jeff said a hint of hurt in his voice.
Her expression fell serious. "Aw sweetie, it was all in good fun. It was only a joke, please don't be upset."
He looked up at her a moment, holding her eye contact, watching as concern flashed in her hazel eyes. Then a mischievous smile stretched across his face as he lunged at her, tackling her to the bed and rolling them over so she lay on top of him, her hands splayed across his chest. "No harm done."
Her eyes met his, shocked at what he did, but happy he wasn't upset. "I'm really sorry. Anything you want . name it and it's done."
Jeff bit his lip a moment, his eyes trailing to an upper corner of the room in thought. She tapped her fingers on his chest, loving the way his muscles jumped at her stimulus. He quickly flipped them, her on the bottom and he on the top. He leaned down, kissing her fiercely once then pulling back. "Ok, here's the deal. Because you pulled a little shenanigan of your own, I get to give it right back to you."
"That's fair enough."
He slowly traced his one hand up her side then across her arm and entwining their fingers. He turned his head, watching as he repeated the gesture with the other hand. Lita leaned up, kissing him roughly, the passion quickly rising. But he pulled away, smiling down at her as he brought her hands to the headboard, wrapping her fingers around the wooden beams.
Jeff smiled down at her again. Easing his way down her body and stopped, resting his chin on her stomach, kissing her naval ring softly before smiling up at her, his hands playing with the top of her pants. "The stipulation is." he trailed off, kissing her stomach again. "You can't let go."
Lita bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as Jeff inched his fingers beneath the band of her pants. She felt his breath there a moment then his weight off the bed, ripping the pants off of her.
"I'll be right back." He said to her, his voice deep and full of lust and the sight of her lying there in a sheer black thong. "And keep your eyes closed."
Lita only nodded, waiting for him to come back. Her mind racing with the thought of what he would soon be doing. He always was...gifted. She smiled as her thoughts continued to betray her.
"Oh Darlin," he drawled out. "Look at this."
And she opened her eyes, looking at him with a lusty gaze, then she sat up, a shocked look replacing the desire. He grinned ridiculously holding the ice bucket in his hand then threw the ice water contents on her.
Jeff nearly broke down laughing, pointing at her. "Baby, THAT is why I love you so much. And.hey. You can't let go and get up like that." He raised a finger into the air. "That would go against the stipulation." He cocked his head at her. "Baby, what you looking at me like that for?"
Lita cracked her neck getting to her feet, dumbfounded and sputtering the water from her lips. Jeff trailed off as he watched her tense. "Hardy." She said, annoyance running strong in her voice.
"Eep." Jeff muttered out before running to the door and out.
Lita quickly pulled on a pair of Pajama Bottoms from his bag before following him out the door, screaming after him. "WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU."
He grinned, looking over his shoulder to call back. "I'M COUNTING ON IT, BABY." And he let out a laugh.
"JEFFREY!!!!!" Yet she couldn't help but smile.knowing he was right. But she'd get him none-the-less. And boy, would he be sorry.
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Chris Jericho sat on his hospital bed, his eyes restlessly wandering from one ceiling tile to the next. "Ok so there are one hundred three ceiling tiles." he looked to the floor. "And one hundred fourteen floor tiles." He bit his lip momentarily. "So if the tiles are the same size, then there is more floor space then ceiling space." He paused thinking. "That doesn't make sense. There shouldn't be more floor then ceiling space." He shot to his feet, walking to the door, grabbing his lower back as a momentary tinge shot through his body. "No, the ceiling tiles must be slightly larger then the floor tiles. Or are the floor tiles smaller then the ceiling tiles?" He spun walking to the other side of the room and looking in the mirror. "And why the hell am I thinking about this?" he sighed. He turned sideways, looking at himself in the mirror, "And these Pajamas of Jeff's they got me in do nothing to show off my ass."
"Well, I'm not complaining." A voice says from the door.
Jericho jumped into the air, immediately clutching his back as he look to see none other then Stephanie McMahon in his doorway. Her eyes widened at his wince and she hurried to him. He accepted her help as she led him back to the bed. "Now don't be doing that. I'm fine, really. See?" and he smiled foolishly at her.
She only rolled here eyes. "Please, just sit down before you hurt yourself even more." He settled into the mattress and when she would walk away, he grabbed her hand, pulling her down to sit on his bed. Steph smiled, allowing the gesture and trailing her hand up his arm before meeting his eyes. "Why are you still here? I thought Jeff's condition was worse then yours."
"It was." Chris answered with a smile. "You see those vases over there? There used to be four."
Steph looked across the room, spotting three glass vases on the counter, then looked back to Jericho, now noticing the small bandage on his head that wasn't there before. She reached up, gently running her fingers over the bandage, not noticing the way his stomach and eyes fluttered at her gesture. "What did Jeff have you do?"
Chris laughed. "He bet me I couldn't juggle four of them at once. I was fine with the three and then with the fourth.well I lost sight of one and it sorta landed NOT in my hand."
Steph brought a hand to her eyes. "God, Chris. I knew agreeing to let you go back to RAW with that Hardy and all of them would do this." She looked up at him, smiling, her eyes shining. "You're nuts. You know that? You're all nuts."
"And that's why we're so much fun."
Steph nodded. "True. I miss having you guys around. We were all so close and then the brand divided. I figured the guys from our group that came over would be the same." She ducked her head, a sadness entering her voice. "I was wrong, I guess. They all changed."
Chris reached across, lifting her chin with his finger. "We all didn't change. What happened to them.to your Roster?"
Steph shrugged. "I don't know. One minute I'm the GM and the next Paul is calling all the shots. I don't know when it happened. Which reminds me.what were you doing on Smackdown? Not that I'm unappreciative, but you guys aren't supposed to be there."
Chris smiled up at her. "Well, let's just say it's a God-Send that we were."
"I take it that means I'm not getting an answer." She said, dryly, reaching up to take his hand in hers.
Chris shook his head. "Nope. But I'm glad I was there though. If I wasn't and he got that hand around your neck and he." Chris's eyes fired with hatred, his voice angered. "The bastard, who does he think he is? You're a woman for God sakes. And his boss and the woman I." Chris exhaled as Steph's wide eyes met his passionate ones. "I'm sorry. I just can't believe it, that's all." He reached up, wiping a tear from Stephanie's eye. "Oh, please don't cry. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm so sorr."
She placed a hand over his mouth. "Don't apologize. It's not your fault. You and Jeff and Drew.you saved me. I don't know how to thank you, but.thank you. Just thank you." And with that said she flung herself into his arms, hugging him as hard as she could without hurting him.
Chris held her closer, feeling her nuzzle into his neck. He swore her stomach was fluttering, her heart beat increasing, but he refused to believe what he thought it was. No, she couldn't be feeling that way about him.not yet at least. He kissed her hair tenderly. "Don't you worry about a thing. No matter what, they will not get to you. We will be only two steps behind. You won't be alone. And if they try to hurt you again, I'll kill them all. I swear it." She pulled back, looking him in the eye. "I swear it."
Steph let out a teary laugh, leaning forward to press a friendly kiss to his lips before hugging him again, her voice whispering softly in his ear. "Thank you."
Chris felt his heart jump as she pressed her lips to his. God he never imagined he would ever feel it. But it was only in friendship. He didn't care. He wrapped his arms more tightly around her. She'd still kissed him, and now he only hoped she couldn't feel his rapid heart and fluttering stomach.
Steph clenched her teeth, feeling him band his arms around her. She couldn't resist. Just couldn't resist the concept of kissing him. She'd wanted to for so long and even though he would never want her 'that' way, she had to feel it, feel his lips. And hugging him like she was, she only hoped he couldn't feel her rapid heartbeat and the flutter in her stomach.
*** Don't you love it when situations get interesting. ^_^***