Chapter 14

'Finally' Matt Hardy sat on the edge of his and Amy's hotel-bed as he heaved out a sigh before silently maneuvering his legs from the bed and placed it down on the carpeted floor. He wasn't feeling the tiredness to sleep a tweak, how could he? With thoughts and arguments burning through his mind and dreams, he could only think about what had happened only a few hours back. The events that Evolution 'presented' him. "Jackasses that's what they are." He cursed at the members of that corrupted organization, but didn't really do anything to strain away his anger. The only thing he could relax with . . . was now fallen asleep, breathing so peacefully next to him in the comforted bed, Matt turned to look at his angel finally resting after so much hesitation. Amy Christine Dumas, the only person Matt Hardy knew he could trust, was very determined not to fall asleep as she knew her 'Matty' would never rest after what had happened tonight. She did so many things to keep herself awake, to keep Matt from feeling the hurt and anger he felt . . . to comfort him and Matt knew only she could do that to him. However, she had failed to get him to sleep, Matt beat her to it. Through the feeling of her body Matt felt the strong suffering and pain she too was feeling . . . maybe she was still sad about the argument between him and Jeff . . . and now it was revealed that Evolution was behind it all. Evolution had single handedly ruined Matt's world, he thought, they crippled his girlfriend emotionally by tearing his brother apart and starting an argument between the two, Evolution was everything Matt had to get back to . . . they were his most hated foes. But what could he do? Eric Bischoff wasn't saying anything wrong, as long as Matt had a contract under the WWE he had to go through every obstacle Raw could throw at him, and acts such as the assault on his brother would be labeled as part of a sick 'storyline' created by the WWE writers to please the fans. No matter how hard he would try, suing or complaining could never get him what he wanted . . . the only rule the world of Wrestling Entertainment knew was the rule of fighting back. And that is physically meaning. If Matt wanted vengeance over Evolution he would have to fight for it, he would have to 'whip their candy-asses all over town', as The Rock would say.

And beating the hell out of Batista, Randy Orton or Ric Flair just might be what Matt needed to get the anger off his chest.

He heaved yet another sigh, and looked sideways to the digital clock resting on the side-table, it glowed the time 3:45 A.M and the alarm set at 8:00 A.M. "God." Matt whispered to himself as he rubbed the end of his forehead to spilt out the small bit of sleepiness that was growing inside of him. He and Amy had gone to bed at the early time of 1A.M that night, well early when you have to come back to a new hotel from a tiring 2-hour wrestling show after you took a long 3-hour journey . . . yep, it was early considering you have to eat dinner at the late time of 12 o' clock midnight while watching that annoying Letterman Show on TV. But the good part now was that Amy had finally gotten to sleep, just looking at her made Matt's heart stop, the way she slept . . . how gorgeous she seemed . . . and she was! The most beautiful woman in the world, the only woman Matt gave away his heart for. Normally he'd do this sort of thing in the morning after getting up, watching Amy sleep, but technically he WAS up, and again, he couldn't really fall asleep even though how tired he felt. "Well," He softly spoke, making sure that it didn't disturb the queen of his heart, "At least YOU are getting a peaceful sleep." Slowly, her lover leaned down to drop a kiss on her forehead, on the tiny little space where her folding red-hair couldn't reach. In his own mind, Matt Hardy was screaming out what he screamed so many times in his life, 'God you look unbelievable' but those words weren't even close to how cute she was, Matt could only smile at her, watching her laying cuddled against the pillow. He had to sigh again, before finally getting back to the sitting position.

The room was normally designed for resting; it was a bit luxurious but didn't have the 5-star quality, well it couldn't because it wasn't a 5-Star Hotel. It was just perfect for a couple to relax and have their private time alone. There was a large door-size glassed-window standing in front of Matt. The continuous rain splattered across the glass as the thunder and lightening created the short amount of light into the light-less room. A brush of dark-blue beam was the only other light Matt had to manage to see things with, all in all, the night was cold, dark and rainy. The kind of night where you want to stay in bed and snuggle with the love of your life, just relax under the warmth of the comforter. Just the thought of it made Matt wanting to go back to his Amy, but again, the problem of sleep was giving the ironic agony to him. He couldn't freakin fall asleep! Instead, Matt Hardy sat there, just to stare at his surroundings and look at the down pouring rain that didn't seem to end. He again didn't have a top on, only his night-boxers to cover the modest-needed place of his body, he would've taken it off but Amy fell asleep way before it could happen. Maybe she needed more comfort then him? Matt never thought about it before than just now, was there something wrong with his angel? She was falling apart that night most of the time . . . what could be wrong? The small argument between him and Jeff couldn't bring so much tension to her could it? Yes, Jeff's words had pierced through Matt and it burned him deeply, but could that be happening to Amy as well? It . . . just didn't seem so natural, could she be hurt so badly? God . . . she must've loved him more than he thought!

"Heh . . . silly girl." He whispered once more, drawing himself away from the window and back at Amy, "You have to love me so much?" Matt's voice was, of course, lower than a whisper as he removed the strand of hair from Amy's face and lightly tucked it behind her ear. Once more, The Hardy Boy found him locked upon the glance of Amy Dumas's state. It was magnetic.

But then, a noise from her startled him very badly, "Yes . . ." Amy responded with a whisper of her own, keeping her eyes closed as usual. "Yes I do Matt." Her voice was soft, lighter than Matt's.

"Amez?" Matt was a bit surprised by her sudden response, "You're awake darlin'?" he spoke a little loudly this time, but staying in the zone as he didn't want to ruin this moment . . . this sudden moment of being able to be with her again.

She opened her brown eyes to see him looking down at her, "More importantly," she said, "YOU are awake? You're supposed to rest Matty," Her left hand found its way to the back of his head where it playfully scratched to give him an extra feeling of relaxation, and Matt could never resist that.

"I . . ." Matt could only be numb in his brain as her nails drove through his long hair, and sometimes squeezing them. He smiled, "I couldn't sleep Amez, too much in my mind I guess." He heard her breathe out a sigh with closed eyes, before reopening them. Amy pushed herself up the flight of pillows so she could be leveling with Matt's head now, with her right arm she held the comforter up to her cleavage so that her bare-naked-state couldn't be exploited. "Matty . . ." Her voice so pleasing, softly begging him to listen to her words. Before he could react, she smacked him on the cheek and rounded his arms to give him a tight hug. "Get a hold of yourself!" She told him, and released her grip to look directly at his troubled face. "Don't struggle yourself for these people. If they can make you worry and bring you tensions then they will WIN." 'Oh God Amy, YOU are saying this?' She told to him and to herself, 'If that was the case then WHY are you so broken up? Stick it up and tell him the truth!' . . . but as much as she wanted to, she couldn't. And that smile on her beautiful face had faded.

"You have a point there but . . ."

"But what?" She had to say. He wasn't only answering TO her question; he was answering FOR her questions.

"But they are . . . breaking as apart. They are BRINGING us tension, bringing us problems. For God's sake, you SAW what they did to Jeff!" His voice was cracking, through her chest, she felt Matt's beating as fast as the drums of Metallica's CD would. "Evolution is destroying us."

'NO! No they are not! Its Y2J! he's the one who did it! HE is the one who did it to Jeff Matt!'

"No! No they are not!" Even her voice was threatening, how much could Amy struggle? She had to say it to him! He deserved to know. "No they are not Matt . . . they can't destroy us. Not Evolution." Amy tried to hold back the tears from exploding through her hazel eyes, she tried so hard to keep them inside of her, but she just couldn't do it anymore, she just couldn't stop them.

"Amez . . ." Seeing her cry like that, seeing her broken so badly, Matt just couldn't take it . . . he couldn't see the love of his life hurting like that. He freed himself from her arms and drew her into his, hugging her into his broad chest, through muffled voices and between gaps, he heard her say: "They can't break us apart Matt . . . they can't." And all though he thought of something else, she was meaning exactly what she had to tell him. One-night stand or not, Batista or Y2J or anybody could never break them apart.

"You're right." He hushed her; "No one can ever break us apart . . ." She sniffed against his chest, and tears couldn't be controlled from his eyes as well. "Never us."

They remained like that for more than 20 minutes, and on those 20 minutes, Amy truly felt that she was honest for her man. but she still needed to tell him the dreadful truth, the sick and dark truth about herself . . . but she knew she could do that now . . . she somehow managed to get the courage. Staying in the sanctuary of his arms were just what she needed to get this courage. "Matty?" She softly spoke from where she was cuddled.

"Hmm?"

"There is . . . something. Something I need to tell you." 'That's it. Just keep going Amy, you need to tell him. You cant keep Matt waiting like this.'

"I know babe . . . but, it's very late now."

"NO! I need to tell this to you NOW." Her mind wasn't working anymore, her mouth just trying to yell out the truth . . . she needed to tell this. It was now or never.

Suddenly, Matt's grip was released from the squeeze of her body as he flung over the comforter to get himself inside the bed and under the now-formed-cave, leveling her mouth with him as he laid to Amy's side. Feeling her body against his, "I need to—" "Hussh, Amez. Don't worry about anything now."

"But Matty I—"

"Just relax," He said, "It's been a long night for both of us." 'But Matt I NEEEEED to tell you this!' But once again, Lita failed. "Matty—" "Don't worry." And without giving her the chance to speak again, Matt Hardy sealed Amy Dumas's lips with his, inserting his tongue to meld with hers as he squeezed his lover closer to him. Amy's hands moved to Matt's face but she gently pushed him apart, "Matty," She panted as he smooched off her lips. She gave him a face that pleaded to him, to listen to her and listen to what she had to say. "What is it?" He sighed against her chin, moving his mouth down to smell and sniff at her pulsing-throat.

But Amy pushed him away, "No, please. I neeed to tell you this . . . its . . . about Jericho he—" But once more, Matt hushed her words with his mouth, "Not him Amy, after everything that happened tonight I do not want to hear anything about HIM."

"But its—"

"Please Lee?" That name stopped her right there . . . Lita. He never talked to her using THAT name, alteast he didn't use it always . . . only at the times when he didn't want something from her . . . mostly those times. "I had a rough night," He said, "I just . . . WANT to spend some time with the woman I love. I HATE it when you cry Amez, I really do. And I want everything to be all right for you, I don't want to see you cry, and I don't want you to bring Chris Jericho between this . . . please. Tell me what you have to in the morning but not now."

'But I nEEd to' Amy Dumas sighed at those words, she could feel he needed some kind of comfort now, he didn't need his heart being ripped apart . . . how COULD she tell him after listening all those words? 'But I HAVE the strength to tell you NOW.' But she couldn't, she felt like breaking into tears again, but she now realized that Matt still needed her. He wanted her.

"Okay . . ." She barely whispered, the answer was a slight nod and a fake smile as Amy held Matt by his shoulders.

"Thank you," Matt took in the breath she released as he rested his head on her right shoulder, kissing at the pulse points of Amy's neck. She would whimper against him at the soft touch of his lips, but more accurately that she once again lost her hope . . . she was so close to tell Matt . . . but she couldn't. Why was fate doing this to her? Why her? It's always that same question, its always 'Why'. Her eyes were closed, trying to hold back the approaching tears of failure, but then again, Amy didn't HAVE to fail She was the only woman who could bring comfort to Matt Hardy, and that power, that gift was what Amy needed to go through this. She needed to use that love . . . but not tonight, tonight she needed to actually bring love to Matt, the same love she had for him. He was the one who needed it tonight, what other excuse could be more important than the terrified heart of her boyfriend? She had to relax him and not fail like she did only 2 hours ago.

Amy presented a kiss on the side of his neck, then again she kissed a bit above that, traveling higher to his neck and kissing her way there. Matt's hands stretched inside the tightness of her waistband, taking it to grasp at her buttocks inside the panty she wore. As for Amy, she brought his mouth to level with hers and looked at his face for one second. He did the same, before feeling the pull on his face as Amy squashed her mouth into his for the millionth time that night. Juicing his lips, his tongues, kissing him and with her hands she pressed Matt deeper to grow the kiss to the point of a sexual one. He needed it; she wanted it. Their tongues licked back and forth as Amy was swallowing the whole of his mouth, the soft noises that were unable to be kept inside of their throats only bubbled and entered the other's inside. These were tries of air, but not Matt Hardy nor Amy Dumas would grant their lungs the oxygen, not now, not until they reached the last possible line.

Matt tore off the kiss, his eyes still closed, and tilted her chin upwards with his nose to lick at the ticklish area of her throat Swapping down and cleaning her soft skin with his tongue, scooting lower to her body. He bent over and circled his tongue inside her navel. Whorls of heat billowed over her skin. "You are everything I need," He once again traveled higher, washing up her smooth skin with a cat-like efficiency, stopping just short of her breastbone. "I love you SO much," He blew lightly up her cleavage, sending a chill up her milk-white neck. His laughter was muffled as his mouth sprinkled cream-sweet kisses from her stomach to her ribs and back again. His lips swept back and forth, teasing her, taunting her, caressing the soft sensitive hollow just below her breasts.

Amy kneaded her fingers over his back and shoulders, urging him closer.

"I love you more . . ." She moaned of the feeling, "Matty . . ."

He bit lightly at the round swell of her bosom, encircling its perimeter with nips and nibbles, rhythmically munching at the circumference with his lips. Amy groaned at the surges that throbbed in her nerve-endings, her pulse beating loudly in her ears.

Her back arched as he lightly flicked his tongue over one hardened nipple. No words were able to be pronounced from his brain. Delicately, he lapped at the tender skin, creating a well through which to suckle on her pebbly hardness, stroking and laving her own pink-tipped creaminess. Languidly, he switched to her other breast and repeated his action, sending a rush of syrupy heat through her veins.

But she wanted to give him more; she wanted to give him more of herself.

Amy suddenly rolled out of his embrace and pushed him flat on his back, startling him.
"Amy, what -" A low gasp escaped him when she suddenly forced her bare-bosom into his mouth, sliding in between his lips as he suckled it hotly. All further thoughts slowly melted into the swirling haze of Matt's mind as Amy continued her sweet torture on his mouth, her nimble fingers trailing down his hip and finding his throbbing cock. Matt could only moan and arch helplessly into her body as she began stroking his length with long, slow strokes – his eyes fluttering shut but even his hands pressed her tighter as she laid on top of him. Amy found it very hard to resist the coming sound of pleasure from her throat as Matt did wonders to her nipple, licking it, sucking it, she arched her spine so that he could enjoy more of her. "Feels so good baby." She somehow managed to speak. Matt's hands released her spine and situated about he roundness of her huge breast, letting go of it with his mouth for just a second before shifting to the other one and grasping that one with his palm. Gently massaging her soft flesh.

Amy relaxed on top of him, he broke his connection with her loving boobs to whisper out her beautiful name: "Amy." He said as she released the strong grip of his penis and swung herself his midsection— her palms flattening out against the hard planes of his chest. She remembered the last time they did this so badly, she remembered the last time they went this far. Heaving a sigh, Amy pulled down his boxers and threw them at one side, when Matt opened his eyes, he saw her sitting on top of him, a very devilish smile on her face as the thunder roared beside them outside. He smiled back as suddenly he noticed Amy hadn't on the patterned bottom-bikini she had; it was thrown selfishly aside along with his pair of pants. There was something Amy was smiling at, not him . . . something she just figured, speaking faintly, Christine Dumas raised her right palm, she said: "You cum-ed Hardy Boy." And he noticed there was a liquid substance in her hand.

He smiled and joked a bit, "D-uh." He could hear a small chuckle from above him as Amy, without warning, jumped on his rock-hard cock, but she didn't gobble it inside of her mouth though. Smiling at him from that position, Amy kissed at his tip, sending away tickles and sensations beyond words through his body. She smiled again when he shivered, and once again, she saw that tiny bit of cream juicing from his erected penis, she knew what to do.

Holding the rock-hard staff onto her grip, Amy Dumas inserted it into her mouth, sucking in the hot spasm that exited and closed her eyes as he moaned from the other end.

She released him of her, and suddenly she slowly impaled herself on his hardness bit by aching bit. His jaw clenching, Matt's face screwed up in concentration as he struggled not to explode at the feeling of her wet heat encasing his cock – the sensation exquisite, the intensity of it almost too much for him to take.
"Jesus…" Was all he could bite out as she started riding him, her strong thighs pushing her up and down on his rock hard staff and making him shudder with need. Her head falling back, Amy closed her eyes and let her emotions take her – her breath coming out in broken gasps as stabs of pleasure coursed through her body. Watching her undulate above him, Matt thought she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen – the expression of pure abandonment on her lovely face making his heart squeeze painfully in his chest.
Suddenly feeling his orgasm close at hand, Matt grunted and abruptly flipped Amy underneath him, crawling up onto his knees as he began slamming himself into her tight sheath. A ragged cry escaping her, Amy arched her back off the bed and wrapped her long legs around his waist – her fingers tangling in her own hair and tugging until it was almost painful.
He was so close – so was she. Matt knew that she was just seconds away from falling apart in his hands, and the knowledge filled him with a heady sense of pride – pride that he was the one making her scream with ecstasy, that he was the one who had her heart above all others.
Moaning, Matt slipped his hands beneath the small of Amy's back and lifted her slightly off of the bed, his hands cradling her to him as he dropped his head into the sweet valley between her breasts and licked a hot path up to her neck. Feeling her tense around him, he abruptly latched onto the sensitive skin of her throat and began sucking strongly – pushing her over the edge into her climax. With a tortured shriek, Amy clenched her inner muscles around Matt's cock and pulled violently at her hair – the pleasure rolling over her in waves.
"Oh God…love you so much…" Was all she could manage as she was continually battered with sensation, her nerves in sensory overload as with an abrupt yell, Matt stiffened and released into her body – filling her with his essence and propelling her into an even more intense orgasm than the first. Tears running unchecked down her cheeks now, all she could do was cling to him and sob as he laid his forehead against her shoulder and groaned as he continued to spasm within her.
When the last tremors finally left their shuddering bodies, neither of them could find the strength to move. Whimpering softly, Amy clung weakly to Matt as he laid on top of her – his mind too blown to really think straight. It was a long while before either of them could find their thoughts, much less the inclination to move, and when they finally did, it was Matt who decided to break the silence. Smiling tiredly, he nuzzled affectionately at her cheek before lightly brushing his lips across hers.
"I love you babe…" Nodding contentedly, Amy sighed and hugged him to her – not caring about his weight in the least. Lying there in his arms was all she needed, and she was happy just to get her wish. But even if she did cure his anger and rage towards his enemies, she knew she had to face something very terrible in the coming morning . . . she had to tell him the truth about how she spend the night similar to tonight, with another man. The sudden thought of him pursed through her mind yet fucking again, but that shouldn't matter . . . not now of all moments, she was with Matt Hardy now. That was all that mattered.

Gently kissing his pouty lips, Amy closed her eyes and let sleep overtake her.
"Love you more . . . Matthew . . . always more." Amy relaxed when he gave her a gentle squeeze before fading off to a land of dream . . .

The Digital clock sitting on the side-table read 4:25 A.M. But the storm outside didn't stop . . . nothing was really cured tonight . . . but everything would be the morning after. Everything SHOULD be cured the morning after. According to the weather forecast Matt saw at the arena, the storm wouldn't end until 3 more days . . . and the storm that was tearing the Hardy-family apart would also see to the same faith.

(TBC)

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A/N: Well, at least It's short and graphical! Lol. Yeah, I know its way to short and all, (5 pages while the last chapter was 10) but the whole framing of it gives an additional feel to the story. Y'know how it iz rite? Well, I saw SOAP OPERAS do stuff this way so . . . nywho! I think the next chapter will b on Monday and YES thts a promise! I had this completed last night but I cudnt get online to post it so . . . hence the 24-houred delay. And there r some stuff up there which is actually copied from another well-written fanfiction by some1 else! SOME of it! Okay, I wanna thank ME and Not You, Chrissy, Nina and LilMary (ah yeah, it sorta gets a bit oldish the second time around. But I'm lovin it! and the fact tht URE lovin just gives it an A-Grade on my book! Lol.) for the reviews. Hey, I'd respond to all of your lovely comments but I kinda am in a rush guys! Seez ya on Monday! (tht is if I can post the whole story on the FF.net watever.) And to give u a slight hint on the plans im doin on the next chapter, I'm thinkin abt workin on the conclusion to Jeff and Trish's feelings, don't worry im thinking of a happy ending for those two but HOW the happy ending will be is for you to find out! The Jeff/Trish ending will NOT b on the next chapter but it will start there thts 4 sure. Its kinda like tht old saying: The beginning of the end? Yeah . . . I guess you can keep it at that. Well! I better zoom outta here. Plz review and plz come back on Monday Night Lovin' U Raw, (nice title *chuckles @ his brilliance* ok not really. Just jokin!)