Title: A Wrinkle in Time
Author: Crimson Coin Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: Varies by chapter . we'll place PG13 to R and then NC 17 when noted.
Spoilers: Not much really.
Summery: Moments from the lives of multiple couples highlighted.
Pairings: Jeff/Lita. Jericho/Trish. Christian/Torrie. Edge/Stephanie
Disclaimer: I'm working on owning something, but it sure as hell ain't the WWE
Archiving: You are more then welcome, just give me credit.
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Chris exhaled as Jeff left and he nervously chugged the rest of his drink then walked over to Trish. Thank God she was alone. "Hey, Trish." He chuckled when she jumped, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Mind if I sit down?"
She smiled back. "No. No. That would be nice."
"Thanks." He took a seat. "So can I buy you a drink?"
She flushed, gripping her glass in her hand. "That's ok. I already have one."
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Chris grumbled. How could he not have noticed that? "Smooth move, genius." He mumbled to himself, but catching himself too late when she laughed.
"It's Ok, Chris. I know you work with lines. Force of habit."
He smiled. "Mmmm ... little spitfire tonight, huh?"
She ducked her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean ..."
"Don't worry about it." He reached out for her arm, not noticing how she shivered at his touch. "I like it when chicks call me on my stupidity. And believe me, the opportunities are endless. I think of it as a plus. Like being an idiot is part of my charm."
She smiled, glancing up at him. "You certainly are charming."
He puffed out his chest. "Oh yeah, I try."
"Oh my God, Are you Chris Jericho?"
He rolled his eyes, then spun around in his bar stool to face the woman ... women behind him. "Yes. I am the Highlight ... of the Night."
Two women, a supermodel blonde and Hollywood Brunette stood before him, sluttish as ever, heavy make-up, the works. The brunette giggled. "Wow, you're much hotter in person."
"Thank you, ladies. I am that damn amazing."
The blonde stepped closer to him. "Well how'd you like to come upstairs and show us how amazing you are?"
The brunette traced a hand over his thigh. "Yeah, come on."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Trish flinch, a look of ... was it pain on her face, her eyes glassed over. He actually felt ... bad. WOAH! Chris Jericho felt bad. "I'm sorry, ladies. Not tonight."
"Oh come on," the brunette whispered. "Let's break down those walls."
He moved one of their hands and he saw Trish duck her head further. Damn, now he was really feeling bad. "I'm sorry, ladies. But I'm ..." they moved closer. Chris shifted uncomfortably. "Really ladies, not ..."
"You girlies better get the hell outta here." All eyes focused on Trish and Chris smiled as she slipped into character. She turned in her chair, lifting the brunette's hand off Chris's leg. "And I mean ... Now." She stood, her hands on her waist and leaning into her hip.
Chris looked at the little Blonde Diva. "See, ladies, I'm more than happy with what I have here."
The blonde one pouted. "But two is so much better than one."
Trish cocked a brow. "I don't think so, honey. I leave him 100% Stratusfied." She cupped the back of his head, crushing her mouth to his in a deep drugging kiss, her tongue invading his mouth with need. She pulled back then, wiping the corners of his mouth. "Right, Baby?"
Jericho couldn't wipe the look of complete shock from his face. His eyes wide, mouth agape he nodded, dumbly. "Uh huh. Always, Baby."
She smiled at him. "So why don't you two whores take your business somewhere else." Angry the two women stalked off, Trish watching them the whole way until they walked out the door. She looked back to Chris, her character completely gone, worry in her eyes, blushing. "I'm sorry, Chris. I'm really sorry. I ... I just ... uhm ..."
He smiled, warmly, grabbing her hand and pulling her back to her seat. "It's Ok. I didn't want them anyway and ... you were great, Trish."
She ducked her head. "I didn't mean to take it so far ... I ... I just was running with it and it seemed like something my character would do."
"Stop fretting, it's fine." He calmed, reaching out to lift her chin, his eyes locked on hers. "You know, you're a great kisser."
She flushed, her voice soft. "You're not so bad yourself." She subconsciously licked her lips, the taste of him still racing her heart.
He grabbed her hand, pulling her from the seat. "Come on, let's go for a walk." They left hand in hand and returned an hour or so later. Standing outside Trish's room, she turned to him, smiling. He smiled back. "I had a great time."
"Me too. It's good to see a lot of your cockiness is just an act."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Not an act. Just the jokester side of me."
She blushed, ducking her head. "I ... uhm ... I like both sides."
He chuckled. "I like the both sides of you I saw tonight too." He cupped her chin, raising her eyes to his. "I had fun tonight. I'd like to do it again. Tomorrow Night? Dinner?"
"I'd like that." She stood onto her toes, kissing his lips. Not deep, like before ... just soft. "Good night, Chris." A smile on her lips as she closed her door.
He reached up, touching his lips, smiling to himself. "Night, Trish."
Chris jogged quickly down the hall, stopping in front of Room 513 and knocking hard and continuously. "Hey. Hey, man. Open up. Come on, lemme in."
The door swung open, a groggy sleepy eyed Christian standing. "This ... had better ... be good"
The grin stretched from ear to ear as Chris patted Christian's shoulder. "Jay, I think I'm in love."
Christian simply stared ... and stared. "This ... can wait ... till morning." The door slammed shut.
Jericho continued down the hall to his room, stepping inside, ripping off his shirt and plopping down on the bed. Oh yeah, something was finally going his way.
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He watched her. The early light of morning peaking through the window, barely illuminating the room. He hadn't slept that night. Scared to death that if he let himself sleep, she would leave without him even knowing. His head hurt, his body weak, his eyelids heavy. She stirred, her eyes opening spotting him in a chair across the room. Realization setting in, she sat up quickly. "No ... I have to ..." she grabbed her head. "Oh God,"
He stood, walking to her, a hand on her shoulder. "Easy. Take it easy."
She shrugged him away. "Get away from me. What are you doing?"
"I'm taking care of my girl."
"I'm not your girl."
He sighed. "What's with you, all of a sudden?"
"I saw you. The way you are with her. So much more ... loving."
Jeff grabbed her hand, forcefully at first because she fought. "Stop. Easy." She relaxed and he loosened his hold, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. "I don't love her like that. She's just so ... sensitive."
"I'm not that hard-assed. No one's ever been like that to me. Like I don't deserve ..."
He eyed her, shorts and a T-shirt, her hair still a little wet. She must've showered when Torrie brought her up. He brushed his fingers over her cheek. "I never thought you wanted me to be like that."
"We've been together for months and you ... you never ..."
Jeff smiled softly. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
"treated me with ... What?" Her eyes widened.
"You are." He pulled her into his lap, his eyes on her face. "You really are. I don't want anyone else. Please, believe me."
She traced her fingers over his brow and down his cheek. "God, Sugar, you look terrible."
"I didn't sleep last night. Didn't want you to run out on me again."
"Come on." She eased from his lap, pulling him down onto the bed. "We still have a few more hours. You need to sleep."
"You won't leave me, will you?"
She smiled softly. "No, I'll be here." She pulled him down beside her, his body flush against her back. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She snuggled into him. "That's right, Hun."
He nuzzled into her throat, his voice deep, drawled and husky. "I love you."
She looked behind her. "I..." he cut her off, pressing his lips to hers. Her back still to him, this was difficult, but he didn't care. Keeping her still, he hooked his head around, leaning over her slightly as he deepened the kiss. A groan rumbled deep in his throat when she opened her mouth, reaching up to cup the back of his head. He tightened his arm around her waist, snaking the other under her neck, his hand traveling over her chest and down to her abs.
His strong tight body, her head gently cradled on his bicep, his large hands caressing. She was melting into him. His lips so soft, his tongue lovingly amazing. He didn't stop, only broke the kiss to breathe, then his mouth was back on hers. The feel of his chest at her back, his hips pushed right into her butt, she couldn't help but shake at the intensity she felt.
He slowed the kiss, pulling back slightly, his eyes locked on hers. "Believe me." He continued kissing, nipping her already swollen lips. "I do love you."
She smiled, leaning up to kiss him back. "Sleep, Sugar. You can show me later."
He snuggled against her, falling asleep almost immediately. She sighed, content, the feel of him everywhere making her blood boil. His breathing heavy and soft, the rise and fall of his chest soothing her completely. She nestled further into him, holding his arms around her. With a hum, she closed her eyes, taking in a few more hours of sleep ... this time in Jeff's arms.
*** See, I told you I'd be posting quicker. So you know the drill, the more reviews the more I write. It's like gasoline for a car ... the more I got, the further I go. LET'S DO IT PEEPS ... COME ON!***
Author: Crimson Coin Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: Varies by chapter . we'll place PG13 to R and then NC 17 when noted.
Spoilers: Not much really.
Summery: Moments from the lives of multiple couples highlighted.
Pairings: Jeff/Lita. Jericho/Trish. Christian/Torrie. Edge/Stephanie
Disclaimer: I'm working on owning something, but it sure as hell ain't the WWE
Archiving: You are more then welcome, just give me credit.
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Chris exhaled as Jeff left and he nervously chugged the rest of his drink then walked over to Trish. Thank God she was alone. "Hey, Trish." He chuckled when she jumped, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Mind if I sit down?"
She smiled back. "No. No. That would be nice."
"Thanks." He took a seat. "So can I buy you a drink?"
She flushed, gripping her glass in her hand. "That's ok. I already have one."
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Chris grumbled. How could he not have noticed that? "Smooth move, genius." He mumbled to himself, but catching himself too late when she laughed.
"It's Ok, Chris. I know you work with lines. Force of habit."
He smiled. "Mmmm ... little spitfire tonight, huh?"
She ducked her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean ..."
"Don't worry about it." He reached out for her arm, not noticing how she shivered at his touch. "I like it when chicks call me on my stupidity. And believe me, the opportunities are endless. I think of it as a plus. Like being an idiot is part of my charm."
She smiled, glancing up at him. "You certainly are charming."
He puffed out his chest. "Oh yeah, I try."
"Oh my God, Are you Chris Jericho?"
He rolled his eyes, then spun around in his bar stool to face the woman ... women behind him. "Yes. I am the Highlight ... of the Night."
Two women, a supermodel blonde and Hollywood Brunette stood before him, sluttish as ever, heavy make-up, the works. The brunette giggled. "Wow, you're much hotter in person."
"Thank you, ladies. I am that damn amazing."
The blonde stepped closer to him. "Well how'd you like to come upstairs and show us how amazing you are?"
The brunette traced a hand over his thigh. "Yeah, come on."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Trish flinch, a look of ... was it pain on her face, her eyes glassed over. He actually felt ... bad. WOAH! Chris Jericho felt bad. "I'm sorry, ladies. Not tonight."
"Oh come on," the brunette whispered. "Let's break down those walls."
He moved one of their hands and he saw Trish duck her head further. Damn, now he was really feeling bad. "I'm sorry, ladies. But I'm ..." they moved closer. Chris shifted uncomfortably. "Really ladies, not ..."
"You girlies better get the hell outta here." All eyes focused on Trish and Chris smiled as she slipped into character. She turned in her chair, lifting the brunette's hand off Chris's leg. "And I mean ... Now." She stood, her hands on her waist and leaning into her hip.
Chris looked at the little Blonde Diva. "See, ladies, I'm more than happy with what I have here."
The blonde one pouted. "But two is so much better than one."
Trish cocked a brow. "I don't think so, honey. I leave him 100% Stratusfied." She cupped the back of his head, crushing her mouth to his in a deep drugging kiss, her tongue invading his mouth with need. She pulled back then, wiping the corners of his mouth. "Right, Baby?"
Jericho couldn't wipe the look of complete shock from his face. His eyes wide, mouth agape he nodded, dumbly. "Uh huh. Always, Baby."
She smiled at him. "So why don't you two whores take your business somewhere else." Angry the two women stalked off, Trish watching them the whole way until they walked out the door. She looked back to Chris, her character completely gone, worry in her eyes, blushing. "I'm sorry, Chris. I'm really sorry. I ... I just ... uhm ..."
He smiled, warmly, grabbing her hand and pulling her back to her seat. "It's Ok. I didn't want them anyway and ... you were great, Trish."
She ducked her head. "I didn't mean to take it so far ... I ... I just was running with it and it seemed like something my character would do."
"Stop fretting, it's fine." He calmed, reaching out to lift her chin, his eyes locked on hers. "You know, you're a great kisser."
She flushed, her voice soft. "You're not so bad yourself." She subconsciously licked her lips, the taste of him still racing her heart.
He grabbed her hand, pulling her from the seat. "Come on, let's go for a walk." They left hand in hand and returned an hour or so later. Standing outside Trish's room, she turned to him, smiling. He smiled back. "I had a great time."
"Me too. It's good to see a lot of your cockiness is just an act."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Not an act. Just the jokester side of me."
She blushed, ducking her head. "I ... uhm ... I like both sides."
He chuckled. "I like the both sides of you I saw tonight too." He cupped her chin, raising her eyes to his. "I had fun tonight. I'd like to do it again. Tomorrow Night? Dinner?"
"I'd like that." She stood onto her toes, kissing his lips. Not deep, like before ... just soft. "Good night, Chris." A smile on her lips as she closed her door.
He reached up, touching his lips, smiling to himself. "Night, Trish."
Chris jogged quickly down the hall, stopping in front of Room 513 and knocking hard and continuously. "Hey. Hey, man. Open up. Come on, lemme in."
The door swung open, a groggy sleepy eyed Christian standing. "This ... had better ... be good"
The grin stretched from ear to ear as Chris patted Christian's shoulder. "Jay, I think I'm in love."
Christian simply stared ... and stared. "This ... can wait ... till morning." The door slammed shut.
Jericho continued down the hall to his room, stepping inside, ripping off his shirt and plopping down on the bed. Oh yeah, something was finally going his way.
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He watched her. The early light of morning peaking through the window, barely illuminating the room. He hadn't slept that night. Scared to death that if he let himself sleep, she would leave without him even knowing. His head hurt, his body weak, his eyelids heavy. She stirred, her eyes opening spotting him in a chair across the room. Realization setting in, she sat up quickly. "No ... I have to ..." she grabbed her head. "Oh God,"
He stood, walking to her, a hand on her shoulder. "Easy. Take it easy."
She shrugged him away. "Get away from me. What are you doing?"
"I'm taking care of my girl."
"I'm not your girl."
He sighed. "What's with you, all of a sudden?"
"I saw you. The way you are with her. So much more ... loving."
Jeff grabbed her hand, forcefully at first because she fought. "Stop. Easy." She relaxed and he loosened his hold, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. "I don't love her like that. She's just so ... sensitive."
"I'm not that hard-assed. No one's ever been like that to me. Like I don't deserve ..."
He eyed her, shorts and a T-shirt, her hair still a little wet. She must've showered when Torrie brought her up. He brushed his fingers over her cheek. "I never thought you wanted me to be like that."
"We've been together for months and you ... you never ..."
Jeff smiled softly. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
"treated me with ... What?" Her eyes widened.
"You are." He pulled her into his lap, his eyes on her face. "You really are. I don't want anyone else. Please, believe me."
She traced her fingers over his brow and down his cheek. "God, Sugar, you look terrible."
"I didn't sleep last night. Didn't want you to run out on me again."
"Come on." She eased from his lap, pulling him down onto the bed. "We still have a few more hours. You need to sleep."
"You won't leave me, will you?"
She smiled softly. "No, I'll be here." She pulled him down beside her, his body flush against her back. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She snuggled into him. "That's right, Hun."
He nuzzled into her throat, his voice deep, drawled and husky. "I love you."
She looked behind her. "I..." he cut her off, pressing his lips to hers. Her back still to him, this was difficult, but he didn't care. Keeping her still, he hooked his head around, leaning over her slightly as he deepened the kiss. A groan rumbled deep in his throat when she opened her mouth, reaching up to cup the back of his head. He tightened his arm around her waist, snaking the other under her neck, his hand traveling over her chest and down to her abs.
His strong tight body, her head gently cradled on his bicep, his large hands caressing. She was melting into him. His lips so soft, his tongue lovingly amazing. He didn't stop, only broke the kiss to breathe, then his mouth was back on hers. The feel of his chest at her back, his hips pushed right into her butt, she couldn't help but shake at the intensity she felt.
He slowed the kiss, pulling back slightly, his eyes locked on hers. "Believe me." He continued kissing, nipping her already swollen lips. "I do love you."
She smiled, leaning up to kiss him back. "Sleep, Sugar. You can show me later."
He snuggled against her, falling asleep almost immediately. She sighed, content, the feel of him everywhere making her blood boil. His breathing heavy and soft, the rise and fall of his chest soothing her completely. She nestled further into him, holding his arms around her. With a hum, she closed her eyes, taking in a few more hours of sleep ... this time in Jeff's arms.
*** See, I told you I'd be posting quicker. So you know the drill, the more reviews the more I write. It's like gasoline for a car ... the more I got, the further I go. LET'S DO IT PEEPS ... COME ON!***