A/N: Hey! Thanks for da reviews, as usual they were heart-warming! Lol. Trish/Jeff4ever: Hey I apolagize for the delay on the last chapter! I got hooked up with this other story I'm writing . . . sorry again! : ) oh and Dana: Hey, well I guess I should thank u for showing me those pointers. The '!' and ' . . .' are just my style of writing. Every writer has his or her own style of formatting such punctuation, I just use them in that order coz it gives the readers more to imagine of that particular conversation/scene. And yes there could be a lot of grammatical errors because I don't revise to my chapters, I SHOULD. A good writer would. But I just cant figure out the time! I'm writing two stories AND my midterms are coming up so time is the only thing I don't have! Screaming . . . yes, good point, I'll try my best on tht. Sorry for the trouble and thanks for the review! And yes, once again I messed up and delayed on THIS oen as well. Sucks it to b me. Nywho, according to my investigation (since now im a detective. Lol j/k) Its like I'm supposed to update every 2 days but it all ends up being 5 days! So, I just wanna ask u guys weather or not it'll b any problem if I update every 5 days? Coz, either way I get mixed up between writing the other story and studyin tht these chapters r delayed. Plz? I think if u give me the 5 days then I cud make the chapters a bit longer which is good rite? Thanks again to every1 who reviewed.

Chapter 8

The white beam of light that was cast from the window, shone onto Amy's face as she lay cuddled inside the warmness of both the bed, the comforter, the extra-sized pillows, and Matt Hardy's strong-but-cozy arms. But although the shine of the light sparkling across her beautiful face, Amy was still in the land of dreams, still dreaming away this wonderful morning.

Matt's hands were retired around the base of Amy's body, creating her most loved sanctuary as she moaned against his heart. He was holding her from the front, their bare bodies keeping the other warm in a passionate way. But true to the fact, Matt had waked up ages ago. How much he loved to just stare at the beautiful girl sleeping against his chest, how much he loved knowing that it was only him who was giving her the comfort she felt. Her face looked SO beautiful when she slept, her dark-red hair just being settled and stranding trails of it to her forehead, Amy Dumas was the prettiest creature that was ever created. To him, her beauty was . . . unimaginable. Indescribable, just like his love for her –limit less.

Matt gazed at the creature resting with him, his heart felt like exploding when she snuggled against the warmth of his skin, moaning with comfort. Each morning when they were together, Matt had always woke up early JUST so he could look at her sleeping form, the way she breathed, the way she moaned against him every time he tried to nudge. It always gave Matt the feeling of how much he loved her.

The smile on his face was never gone from the start, but it did fade a bit when . . . the clock . . . when the digital clock started to buzz its irritating alarmed noise, trying to make sure that every other sleeping-person would wake. Sighing, Matt quickly slammed his right hand, which was above Amy, to shut off the 2.27-second noise. He wouldn't let her wake up so quickly, she had a long journey the other day, and like all boyfriends, who truly cared about their girl, he wanted her to rest. He sighed a second time before trying to come up with yet another plan to get out of the bed without disturbing his maiden.

Matt slowly removed his leg that was resting on her thighs, then tasked upon how to slide out his arm from underneath Amy . . . the last time he was in a situation like this was from before he got his neck-injury! If he tried to slide the arm from under her, not only could it wake her up, but it could also put extent pressure in his neck! Nonetheless, Matt tried, tried to pull it and at the same time staying alert that she doesn't wake. Damn he thought the last time his hand was underneath her sleeping body she had woke up! Now what do I do? But as Hardy tried to pull away, Amy's hand rose from inside the comforter and stopped him by grasping his shoulder! "Mmm," she moaned, to Matt's surprise. He failed again? I failed again? "You failed again Hardy-boy." Amy smiled as she spoke from below, her voice sounding in a cheery tone.

"How did you wake up?" The naked man asked with his eyebrows narrowed. Seriously how DID she wake up?

"Well . . ." cued Amy, her eyes barely opening but her brain in complete start. "Let's just say I know you very well." Amy's hand raised from his shoulder and traveled to his neck-area, she slowly pulled him closer and nearer.

"I didn't know you knew my secret," Matt whispered as he leaned down, their eyes locking onto each other.

She answered with still keeping the sweet smile, "You are my Matty! I know how my heart works. And you are it." She whispered, Matt used his side of the comforter to cover his open-side, caving in both of them in a sweet little nest. "Really?" It was him who whispered, just 3 centimeters away from her mouth, "Well I thought Lita should be asleep long enough for Matty to exit their love-nest." She had already closed her eyes as did he, she purred into his mouth the words "You have no idea Hardy-boy." And pursed their lips together for the 'good-morning' kiss.

Their tongues mangled and juiced together, normally a 'good-morning' kiss was considered to be yucky because of the un-brushed state of the other person's teeth. But when you are dangerously in love, it did not matter.

Matt pulled away her arm from around his neck and escorted them inside the comforter, rubbing her biceps-area that had a tattoo with his palms as he picked up the pace of their kiss. Only their heads were popped out from the comforter and were viewable to the outside sunlight, Amy stayed under Matthew and enjoyed as their kiss started to deepen. She felt somewhat justified that this was Matt Hardy she was sharing the same bed with. But the thought of Batista WHILE kissing Matt formed a slight bit of guilt, but his lips washed them away.

Pushing in deeper and deeper to her essence, Matt lowered his palms from her arms as they completely formed into hers. With their palms held firmly, their warm/sweated bodies crushed into the others and their mouths being connected. Both Matt Hardy and Amy Dumas were enjoying the fact that they had each other and that nothing would break them apart. NOTHING.

Or so they thought.

Amy started to gain more momentum and proceeded her hands to move towards his muscled spine and press it as she felt his shaft wanting to harden, this WAS New Years Eve! But before they could move on to the next plateau of sexual intercourse, the bedroom door jolted open and in came the rapid-talking voice of Trish Stratus!

"Heyguys,sorrytobotheryoubutIneededsomethingfrom—Oh-My-GOD!" Screamed the diva as Matt and Amy pulled apart, a slight redness of embarrassment washing over both of their faces.

"Morning Sex? Guys! You are not supposed to do that until TOMORROW morning? I mean, Hell~lloh!"

Thankfully both of their naked bodies were UNDER the designed blanket. Amy said first as Matt was too much in a rush to make sure his kid-like-sister didn't catch the sight of his 'man-lollypop'. Amy said "Well, we don't really care much . . . right Matt?"

He said, "Um . . . yeah! Hey why did we break-apart in the first place?"

"Yeah why did we?" Lita's question ended with Matt shoving his face into her again, rearranging the kiss as it was too much filled with love to be broken so soon.

Trish on the other side, sighed with rolling her eyes, "You two will NEVER learn! Anyways, I just wanted to . . . eew! I'll come back later!" This was too much for her to handle! Amy was Trish's bestfriend! And Matt was like her big brother! Seeing the two of them touching like that was beyond her, the diva shut closed her eyes and proceeded to walk the other way. "Just so you'd know," She said, holding the door open and NOT looking back, "I'm cooking breakfast! Be downstairs in 20minutes! eww . . . grossgrossgross!" The door behind her shut closed.

Matt smooched off the kiss and smiled as Amy giggled off from his mouth. "Well that's something you don't see everyday!" He joked, making her laugh even harder. The look on Trish's face was just too hilarious! She was indeed like their younger sister at times like these.

~ Outside ~

During the exact time as Trish dashed out from her bestfriend's little distraction, she heard the door bell ringing. Behind it stood the clean-shaved form of Chris Jericho as he waited for the door to open.

Jericho had his game all planned out, as he thought, he couldn't help but smile at his cleverly manipulated plot to take down both Matt and Jeff Hardy and take home the girl. Jeff had been a distraction since the beginning of his relationship with Trish! It was likely she talked about Jeff more often than she talked about Chris's successes, from that thought forward, Jericho knew that Trish still had a place for Jeff in her heart. And for Chris's own greed, he believed that that place should be eliminated. The best thing was to get rid of Jeff Hardy by placing a bounty on his head, but that plan had gone completely unsuccessful when he heard about the goof-up last night. The gang whom Jericho hired called Y2J and informed him that one of their goons had mistakenly blurted out his name! And Jeff had heard it! This wasn't going well, not only did the beat-up fail, but even Trish was actually getting more closer to Jeff for the last 2 days! If that were to continue, Y2J could lose the girl in a matter of weeks.

The entire scheme was a bummer, but that's when he came up with an entirely new plot that could level-up to the mistakes and keep his name clean. But it would require Evolution's assistance . . . their answer was still a mystery. But, as clever as the Canadian wrestler was, all in all it would be Evolution who will get the blame. He have already made the phone call to Eric Bischoff and told him about the plot to take down the Hardy Boyz, all that matters now is for Evolution's support, and . . . Trish Stratus's misused trust.

Jericho quickly wiped the smile off from his face the minute he heard the front door opening, the wooden piece steeped inwards, revealing the sexy WWE diva standing in welcome? Chris thought he had returned to heaven.

~ Inside ~

Trish opened the ringing front-door and couldn't believe what she saw standing before her, not with awe but with the fact of how Chris had the nerve to show up there! After what he did infront of her to that innocent little child. Trish was angered, who wouldn't be? She saw a glimpse of the real Chris Jericho last night.

The sight of him standing there smiling and acting as if the events of the night before meant nothing, just made Trish feel sickness in her belly.

"Hey," He spoke with normal tone with the volume of the sound not increasing more than a mare whisper. But making sure it was loud enough.

"Hi." Trish greeted back, her voice iced, eyes showing anger.

"May I . . . ah . . . may I come in?" Chris gently asked as the fluffed snow kept on falling behind him, he wore a yellow Adidas jacket that covered down to his thighs and a dark-brown pair of jeans that labeled 'Guess'. A beanie-cap kept his ears warm.

"Sure, get in." Trish welcomed, what else could she do? She couldn't just kick him out of the house! He was her boyfriend . . . atleast that was the relationship between the two. "Breakfast is in the kitchen. Help yourself." Her voice wasn't cheery as usual as the two of them headed for the Hardy-kitchen, where the conversation for Trish's life was to follow.

~ Upstairs ~

While the two blondes continued inside the kitchen to eat, upstairs in Matt's room the odds where completely different. He and Amy were now inside the bathroom preparing for the busy day. Matt was brushing his teeth while Amy was behind the curtains of a hot-morning shower. But, when you're using two water lines in the same bathroom, the hot water just don't mix now does it?

"MATTY!!" Amy's voice whined from inside the bathtub,

"What?" He mumbled with a mouth-full of toothpaste.

"TURN OFF THE HOT-WATER! I NEED IT!" She yelled.

"Okay! Fine! I'm done!" The Hardy closed the tap and continued to brush, "There . . ." He said.

"Thank you!"

Matt shook his head and smiled while spitting out the paste. Amy was still a little girl at heart, he thought to himself. However, the 'little-girly' thought disrupted when he heard the soothing slow moan from behind the shower-curtain. Amy Dumas's relaxed sound could give goose-bumps to many young boys, she didn't wave it out for that purpose though, the warm comforting shower was just perfect and convincing to gasp out a sexy breathe which she took.

Matt felt himself being somehow seduced by that noise, he couldn't help but twist his head a bit to the right where the blocked shower was located. He couldn't see Amy or anything because the curtain was pulled and there was no light casting from behind it. Only the sounds of water falling limitlessly and a slight fraction of it splashing against a body could be heard, in this case it was Lita's body.

"What are you staring at?" Her voice from the depths of the water, bumped Matt back to reality. Okay so how did she know that?

"Okay so how did you know I was staring?" He had to ask.

The curtain suddenly pushed aside in a short gesture, short enough for Amy to peek out her head from inside the tub. She said smiling, "Because you stopped brushing and I couldn't hear the sound of the water washing your dirty face." Her head was bent sideways, letting the godly dripping red hair to fall from her shoulders. The sight was soul clinging, how Matt kept on track of her words is beyond me.

"God I love you!" Oh yes, he didn't.

Her one-cheeked smile spread as it turned into a grin, "And GOD I love you MORE." But once again she was pulled into the beautiful gaze of the man standing before her. The man whom she knew she loved, and any other thoughts should be fading away by now. His brown-black eyes were consumed with love and affection towards her . . . love and another thing called hunger.

That look does raise some eyebrows. Her grin changed to a devilish smirk, she tried to close the curtain off, signaling that she should go back to her shower and he to his brushing.

. . . But just as Matt went back to the sink and gurgled out the third splash of water to wash his inner-mouth, a rhythmic voice strangled across his ear—

"Ohh Matty." Amy's toned voice sang in a way that made Matt just replace the toothbrush to its original proportion. His paste-filled mouth was briefly washed so it contained nothing more than a fresh hot breath.

Flinging the tub-curtain open about halfway, revealing just up to her right pink tit, Catherine Dumas used a strand from her red-hair and twirled it around her index finger. Using a 6th sense of signaling, she asked for a simple –yet-repulsive- favor: "I think I . . . err . . . need a little help with the soap . . . could you . . .?" Those words didn't quiet make up a complete sentence, but the way his girlfriend motioned her head towards the back of the shower, Matt Hardy knew what she was asking for. Amy's right foot was rested on top of the white bathtub rim, extending and reshaping her booty-licious thigh, which was moisturized with the water.

"Suure." Matt cued as he walked forwards. He wasn't wearing a top, only a white pair of trousers, his hair was loosen from the night before as it curled across his shoulders. He looked hot, Amy observed, she didn't move away from her heavenly position as of yet. The man she thrived for, was starting to walk towards her, she was certain his bottom was a bit more erect than before.

But as he approached her and began to put his arm around her swan-like waist, Lita stopped him. "Ah, ah, ha." She refused. WHY?! Matt was absolutely screaming in his head. This wasn't fair! He was so close! "What?" He asked pathetically and whiningly. To his answer, Amy bit her lip and pointed towards his pants. "Those," She said, "No clothing allowed inside the tub Hardy-Boy."

"I dig." They smiled together at that word.

Matt shamelessly removed his trouser and tossed it on the little laundry box where Amy's lingerie and a few dirty clothes were already placed. Why should he be ashamed? Amy Catherine Dumas was the woman he dedicated his soul to. She was the only person who owned his heart.

Their eyes once again locked in deep romance for each other, if it were any other man he would be glaring down Amy's bare chest. But this wasn't any other man, this was Matthew Moore Hardy. This was her REAL Matthew. The man she loved and knew the same affection was given towards her as well.

Matt's hand removed the curtain and proceeded to climb inside, unleashing her entire body in the wet sensation as the smoke behind her engulfed the two into one.

Their eyes never parted.

Hardy re-closed the curtain as suddenly the warm water fell on top of his head in a complete method. His hands trailed across her back and touched the soft skin, lowering near her waist; he rested his paws on top of the small space just above her buttocks. She smiled and looked as much as she could to the man holding her, the smoke made it difficult to barely see anything.

Matt made a question point while his hand narrated her hair, spreading them for more water to rain into her head. He asked, "You sure you want this?" His voice was soft, caring.

Did she want it? Of course she did. But she wanted it with HIM, not someone else, not with Batista. She wanted it with Matt Hardy. Her respond came after Amy surrounded his nape with her hands, and squeezed passionately so that his wounded neck wouldn't be too much bent over to stare at her eyes, she cared for him. But the answer was still simple, she didn't want 'it'. "I want YOU." Was her final answer before both of them locked up their lips, this time, the breath was minted.

This was New Years Eve, and just like every year other since they were together, Matt Hardy and Amy Dumas always shared their morning-sex inside the bathroom. Subsiding the intercourse with an engulfing sensation of hot water being splashed from above. It was their 'thing'.

~ Downstairs, Kitchen ~

Apparently Lita's best friend downstairs wasn't enjoying the pleasure she was with Matt. Trish Stratus was near an emotional crisis as Chris Jericho kept on saying multiple heart-pounding questions, which Trish wasn't sure she could answer to. She was crying.

"What's the matter Trish? Why wont you believe me?" Chris pleaded, he was holding the diva by her arm.

"Chris!" She shouted, her voice wasn't threatening anymore, it was broke. "Oh Chris . . . I . . . I'm sorry."

The diva fell hard for him; she loved him. She thought Chris Jericho is the perfect man for her . . . she didn't know his true intentions though.

As she hugged the fellow Canadian blonde, Trish knew there was nothing else that could have gone wrong. But she didn't know the story he just old her was true . . . she relied on her trust. She relied over Chris Jericho for Jeff Hardy's current state. Was she doing the right thing? She was following her heart . . . what could do be wrong if you follow your heart?

Nothing, but if you are tricked to follow your heart . . . if you are betrayed . . . then everything could go wrong . . . everything.

(TBC)

A/N- So do I get the five days? Huh? Huh? Do I? Sorry if this was short . . . but its longer than the last chapter so ya cant blame me! : ) – the next chapter will follow the actual new years eve party, concluding with yet another TBC but it will b better (thanks 2 Ducky for the ideas) seez yaz latahz