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.
TimeLine: starts in the summer of 2002. NOBODY was injured.
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 hopped into the backseat of Jeff and Lita's car. "Hey guys. What's goin on? So you got back toge..." his voice trailed off as he spotted who sat next to him.
Lita couldn't hold her giggle. "Chris, I hope you don't mind. Trish is coming with us."
Chris smiled. "Nah. That's great."
Trish ducked her head, blushing. "Yeah, I figured a nice long car ride would be fun."
And it was ten hours straight driving until Jeff pulled over at a rest stop, his legs in desperate need of a stretch. It was already near sunset when he pulled into the lot. The others were out ... cold. Trish cuddled against Chris's side, Lita rolled into a little ball. With a soft smile, he tucked some of that fiery hair behind her ear. What an ego stroke when she mumbled his name.
Sighing, he stepped out of the car, easing the door closed then walking out towards the setting sun. About thirty feet or so, the grass turned to red clay then the cliff just dropped, a few silver guard rails two feet from the edge. Yeah, like guardrails ever stopped Jeff Hardy. He slipped between the rails, slowly stalking to the cliff edge. Exhaling, he calmed his racing heart, stepping forward and letting his toes hang over. He'd taken his sandals off hours ago and the clay felt good, nice and cool. Looking down, the jagged peaks dropped a few hundred feet, a red sandy beach, crashing blue waves and a bright deep orange sunset. Inhaling, he outstretched his arms, the cool wind in from the ocean, his hair blowing back violently. Concentrating hard to keep his balance ... he closed his eyes.
Lita's eyes fluttered open, moaning softly as she shifted in her seat. She winced as her hips cracked and she looked around. No, Jeff. He was always disappearing on her. Opening the car and stepping out, she walked towards the form some feet away. It had to be him. She wrapped her arms around herself. Prince Edward Island was always so cold and windy. Most likely having to do with the fact that there's water ... everywhere.
Walking closer to the form, her breath caught in her throat, her suspicions confirmed. She bit her lip not wanting to scare him. She jumped when he spoke.
"Hey there, gorgeous."
"Jeff, please step back."
He laughed. "I'm fine, Baby." Then inhaled. "Just relax. Don't get your panties in a knot. It'll chafe."
She hopped onto the rail letting her legs swing to and fro between the rungs. "Well don't come crying to me when you plummet to your death."
"HAHA!" He stepped back, turning to her and opening his eyes. "It's a great feeling. Come on, try it."
"What plummeting to my death? I think I'll pass."
He rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."
She gnawed on her lip again. "I don't know."
He smiled warmly. "Come on. I won't let you fall." He reached for her. "And if you do, well I'll just fall too."
He was rewarded with ... a look. "Oh, well that's convincing."
"Come ahn."
Sighing, she grabbed his hand. "Fine, but if you pull any funny business, you're on the couch for a month."
In mock horror, Jeff's jaw dropped. "No sex for a month ... what would I do?"
"Get reintroduced to your hand."
He laughed at her little smirk. "All right. No funny stuff." That said, he guided her in front of him, trailing his hands up her arms then down to her waist, gripping tightly as he eased her to the edge.
She tensed. "Jeff, wait."
He paused, giving a comforting squeeze. "It's ok." He leaned in slowly, his lips right to her ear. She shivered at the feel of his breath; he only smiled. "Trust me, Baby."
She sighed, nodding, and he eased her forward again, her toes hanging over the edge. "Jeff." Her voice cracked and she looked down. "Oh God. Don't let go."
"Shhhh" he hushed, squeezing her waist. "Never. Just trust me. Close your eyes." Reluctantly, she did. He set his feet apart, pressing against her from behind, wrapping his arms completely around her waist. "Now stretch out your arms."
It took her some time, but eventually she gathered the courage and outstretched her arms. Relaxing, she felt the wind, the air so fresh and salty. Her heart racing from the rush. It was amazing. And that combined with the feeling of him behind her ... his arms holding her. "Mmmmm Jeff."
He smiled, nuzzling into her neck. "Isn't it something? Now I have to teach you how to spit loogies, then you have to say..." his voice now high pitched. "I'll never let go, Jeff, I'll never let go." His voice at normal tone. "Then I freeze to death." That gorgeous smile spread onto his face. "But not before we have hot hot monkey sex in the backseat of my car. We can just kick out the Canadian Blondes." He stepped back, pulling her away from the edge but still keeping himself pressed right against her. "So what do you say?"
"You know I hate that movie." She grumbled, but couldn't keep the teasing undertone out of her voice.
He hummed, leaning close, his lips right at her ear, his voice so soft and intense. "Well what about the part where she reaches back, and kisses him."
"Why would I ever want to kiss you?" she huffed.
"Oh ... I don't know ... because I'm irresistible." He said, deep and seductive, then licked at the shell of her ear. He relished in her gasp then kissed down her neck, focusing at one of her spots he knew so well. Loving her sexy little whimper, he trailed his hands lower, resting against her extreme lower abdomen. He growled, approving of her high hip shorts and he was able to brush his fingers at the smooth skin of her thighs and then over the front of her shorts then down again, grabbing her legs and pulling her right against his lower body.
"Oh God." Her knees weak, she trembled, her head tilting back onto his shoulder. This gave him better access and he kissed down her throat, stopping at the area that connected her neck to her shoulder. He attached his mouth there, nipping, sucking, all the while his hands in a gentle caress. "Jeff." Her voice a little heated and she reached back, holding his head to her. "Jeff, I want you."
He chuckled, pressing his hips harder against her. "I want you too."
She groaned at the feeling, a smile on her face. "I can tell." She snaked her other hand back around his waist, holding him more tightly to her.
"Eager little thing, aren't you?" Jeff said with a smirk.
"Only with you, Sugar." She laughed.
He stepped away from her then, leaning against the rail, his arms crossed over his chest. And it was his turn to laugh as her head and shoulders dropped. "Oh, come on, Babe. Where's your willpower? It can't be that hard to keep your hands off of me."
She bit her lip, turning to him with that sexy tweak of the lips. "It's not that hard at all." Her voice a little drawl, and she shrugged nonchalantly. "I mean you were never really that great anyway. Just more ... convenient."
The smile fell from his face. "That's cold, Babe. Just cold."
She stepped to him then, using the herbal essence hair flip tactic and sending that long fiery hair back over her shoulder. "Then how bout you warm me up."
He simply stared at her a few moments, then burst out laughing. "Boy, you never give up do you? And let me tell you ... that was the sexiest thing you've ever done."
She stuck her lip out in a pout. "Why are you so difficult?"
"Ok, that's the sexiest thing you ever did." He reached out, gently grabbing her wrist and pulling her to him, loosely draping his arms over her hips. "I just love making you wait. You get so sexy when you're all hot and bothered."
"That's mean. Really mean."
Jeff kissed her sweetly. "But I make it worth your while." She didn't respond and he eyed her. "This is where you say, 'That's right, Jeff. You sex god of a man, you are the greatest lover ever'."
Lita smirked, trying desperately to stay in control. But the complete seriousness in his tone and on his face ... he was so adorable. And she couldn't. She laughed.
He frowned, pushing her back and slipping through the rails. "Way to crash my ego, Baby. Thanks."
"Jeff, Sugar." She chased after him, grabbing his arm. "I'm sorry. But you were just so cute and adorable. How can something so cute be a sex god?"
"Have you ever seen me ... when we're together?" His back still to her.
She shook her head. "I ... I usually don't open my eyes."
He turned to her quickly then, his eyes locked on hers. "Maybe you should."
She gasped at the look of him. Gone was the usual boyish charm that made him simply cute. Instead there was this ... other ... she couldn't describe it. But it certainly wasn't boyish or cute in the least. It was so virile. So striking and lusty ... so ... sexy. His eyes skimmed her body and she melted.
Everything about him seemed to change. His eyes darker. His dark hair haphazardly hung in his face. His chest broader, breathing heavier, the distinct rise and fall hypnotic. There was nothing soft or adorable about him anymore. He was rock ... hard ... man. He spoke, breaking her thoughts. "I never thought of myself as cute with you. I thought I was just gentle, loving. Making love. But how many times I just wanted to ..." he trailed off, sighing, running a hand through his hair and looking away.
"Wanted to what?" her voice, timid.
His eyes flew to hers. "How much I just wanted to fuck your brains out. Just slam fuck you till you were writhing, screaming in pure and raw ecstasy and all because of me." He slammed his chest with a clenched fist. "That's right. Me. I did that. I put that pleasure in you. I'm the one making you scream and beg and cry. The way I relentlessly fuck you until your seeing stars and it's me doing it. Me, I'm the only man that can bring that to you. Only me." His eyes lightened, demeanor softened, and just like that ... the old Jeff was back, blushing and ducking his head. "I'm sorry, Ames. I ... I ..."
When he would walk away, she grabbed his hand. "Wait, finish."
He sighed, his cheeks tingeing with his embarrassment. "Every girl I've ever been with, even you, just always set this slow gentle pace." He said, sadly. "Like they don't think I can do more. But I can."
She pulled him off the main path, behind some bushes, to a large pile of rocks. "Show me. Now, please."
"What?"
Lita crushed her mouth to his, plunging her tongue into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. He was shocked at first, but soon reciprocated. "Jeff, bring back that sex god of a man. I want to feel that pleasure. I want to see you, I want to feel you. Let me see your eyes when we're together. You wanted hot hot monkey sex? Then please, Jeff, just take me." She kissed him hard again.
Jeff ripped his mouth away, that animalistic lust returning. "Are you sure?"
Lita smiled, jumping into his arms, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. "Do I seem sure?"
He groaned, kissing her hard and slamming her against the rock, she grunting at the impact. She wanted a Wildman. She wanted a sex god. That's exactly what Jeff would give her.
*** Long one, yep. And don't worry. There's a corresponding Trish/Chris segment that takes place here too. It was just too long for one chapter. So look for a new one in a few days with Chris/Trish. Read, review, enjoy.***
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.
TimeLine: starts in the summer of 2002. NOBODY was injured.
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 hopped into the backseat of Jeff and Lita's car. "Hey guys. What's goin on? So you got back toge..." his voice trailed off as he spotted who sat next to him.
Lita couldn't hold her giggle. "Chris, I hope you don't mind. Trish is coming with us."
Chris smiled. "Nah. That's great."
Trish ducked her head, blushing. "Yeah, I figured a nice long car ride would be fun."
And it was ten hours straight driving until Jeff pulled over at a rest stop, his legs in desperate need of a stretch. It was already near sunset when he pulled into the lot. The others were out ... cold. Trish cuddled against Chris's side, Lita rolled into a little ball. With a soft smile, he tucked some of that fiery hair behind her ear. What an ego stroke when she mumbled his name.
Sighing, he stepped out of the car, easing the door closed then walking out towards the setting sun. About thirty feet or so, the grass turned to red clay then the cliff just dropped, a few silver guard rails two feet from the edge. Yeah, like guardrails ever stopped Jeff Hardy. He slipped between the rails, slowly stalking to the cliff edge. Exhaling, he calmed his racing heart, stepping forward and letting his toes hang over. He'd taken his sandals off hours ago and the clay felt good, nice and cool. Looking down, the jagged peaks dropped a few hundred feet, a red sandy beach, crashing blue waves and a bright deep orange sunset. Inhaling, he outstretched his arms, the cool wind in from the ocean, his hair blowing back violently. Concentrating hard to keep his balance ... he closed his eyes.
Lita's eyes fluttered open, moaning softly as she shifted in her seat. She winced as her hips cracked and she looked around. No, Jeff. He was always disappearing on her. Opening the car and stepping out, she walked towards the form some feet away. It had to be him. She wrapped her arms around herself. Prince Edward Island was always so cold and windy. Most likely having to do with the fact that there's water ... everywhere.
Walking closer to the form, her breath caught in her throat, her suspicions confirmed. She bit her lip not wanting to scare him. She jumped when he spoke.
"Hey there, gorgeous."
"Jeff, please step back."
He laughed. "I'm fine, Baby." Then inhaled. "Just relax. Don't get your panties in a knot. It'll chafe."
She hopped onto the rail letting her legs swing to and fro between the rungs. "Well don't come crying to me when you plummet to your death."
"HAHA!" He stepped back, turning to her and opening his eyes. "It's a great feeling. Come on, try it."
"What plummeting to my death? I think I'll pass."
He rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."
She gnawed on her lip again. "I don't know."
He smiled warmly. "Come on. I won't let you fall." He reached for her. "And if you do, well I'll just fall too."
He was rewarded with ... a look. "Oh, well that's convincing."
"Come ahn."
Sighing, she grabbed his hand. "Fine, but if you pull any funny business, you're on the couch for a month."
In mock horror, Jeff's jaw dropped. "No sex for a month ... what would I do?"
"Get reintroduced to your hand."
He laughed at her little smirk. "All right. No funny stuff." That said, he guided her in front of him, trailing his hands up her arms then down to her waist, gripping tightly as he eased her to the edge.
She tensed. "Jeff, wait."
He paused, giving a comforting squeeze. "It's ok." He leaned in slowly, his lips right to her ear. She shivered at the feel of his breath; he only smiled. "Trust me, Baby."
She sighed, nodding, and he eased her forward again, her toes hanging over the edge. "Jeff." Her voice cracked and she looked down. "Oh God. Don't let go."
"Shhhh" he hushed, squeezing her waist. "Never. Just trust me. Close your eyes." Reluctantly, she did. He set his feet apart, pressing against her from behind, wrapping his arms completely around her waist. "Now stretch out your arms."
It took her some time, but eventually she gathered the courage and outstretched her arms. Relaxing, she felt the wind, the air so fresh and salty. Her heart racing from the rush. It was amazing. And that combined with the feeling of him behind her ... his arms holding her. "Mmmmm Jeff."
He smiled, nuzzling into her neck. "Isn't it something? Now I have to teach you how to spit loogies, then you have to say..." his voice now high pitched. "I'll never let go, Jeff, I'll never let go." His voice at normal tone. "Then I freeze to death." That gorgeous smile spread onto his face. "But not before we have hot hot monkey sex in the backseat of my car. We can just kick out the Canadian Blondes." He stepped back, pulling her away from the edge but still keeping himself pressed right against her. "So what do you say?"
"You know I hate that movie." She grumbled, but couldn't keep the teasing undertone out of her voice.
He hummed, leaning close, his lips right at her ear, his voice so soft and intense. "Well what about the part where she reaches back, and kisses him."
"Why would I ever want to kiss you?" she huffed.
"Oh ... I don't know ... because I'm irresistible." He said, deep and seductive, then licked at the shell of her ear. He relished in her gasp then kissed down her neck, focusing at one of her spots he knew so well. Loving her sexy little whimper, he trailed his hands lower, resting against her extreme lower abdomen. He growled, approving of her high hip shorts and he was able to brush his fingers at the smooth skin of her thighs and then over the front of her shorts then down again, grabbing her legs and pulling her right against his lower body.
"Oh God." Her knees weak, she trembled, her head tilting back onto his shoulder. This gave him better access and he kissed down her throat, stopping at the area that connected her neck to her shoulder. He attached his mouth there, nipping, sucking, all the while his hands in a gentle caress. "Jeff." Her voice a little heated and she reached back, holding his head to her. "Jeff, I want you."
He chuckled, pressing his hips harder against her. "I want you too."
She groaned at the feeling, a smile on her face. "I can tell." She snaked her other hand back around his waist, holding him more tightly to her.
"Eager little thing, aren't you?" Jeff said with a smirk.
"Only with you, Sugar." She laughed.
He stepped away from her then, leaning against the rail, his arms crossed over his chest. And it was his turn to laugh as her head and shoulders dropped. "Oh, come on, Babe. Where's your willpower? It can't be that hard to keep your hands off of me."
She bit her lip, turning to him with that sexy tweak of the lips. "It's not that hard at all." Her voice a little drawl, and she shrugged nonchalantly. "I mean you were never really that great anyway. Just more ... convenient."
The smile fell from his face. "That's cold, Babe. Just cold."
She stepped to him then, using the herbal essence hair flip tactic and sending that long fiery hair back over her shoulder. "Then how bout you warm me up."
He simply stared at her a few moments, then burst out laughing. "Boy, you never give up do you? And let me tell you ... that was the sexiest thing you've ever done."
She stuck her lip out in a pout. "Why are you so difficult?"
"Ok, that's the sexiest thing you ever did." He reached out, gently grabbing her wrist and pulling her to him, loosely draping his arms over her hips. "I just love making you wait. You get so sexy when you're all hot and bothered."
"That's mean. Really mean."
Jeff kissed her sweetly. "But I make it worth your while." She didn't respond and he eyed her. "This is where you say, 'That's right, Jeff. You sex god of a man, you are the greatest lover ever'."
Lita smirked, trying desperately to stay in control. But the complete seriousness in his tone and on his face ... he was so adorable. And she couldn't. She laughed.
He frowned, pushing her back and slipping through the rails. "Way to crash my ego, Baby. Thanks."
"Jeff, Sugar." She chased after him, grabbing his arm. "I'm sorry. But you were just so cute and adorable. How can something so cute be a sex god?"
"Have you ever seen me ... when we're together?" His back still to her.
She shook her head. "I ... I usually don't open my eyes."
He turned to her quickly then, his eyes locked on hers. "Maybe you should."
She gasped at the look of him. Gone was the usual boyish charm that made him simply cute. Instead there was this ... other ... she couldn't describe it. But it certainly wasn't boyish or cute in the least. It was so virile. So striking and lusty ... so ... sexy. His eyes skimmed her body and she melted.
Everything about him seemed to change. His eyes darker. His dark hair haphazardly hung in his face. His chest broader, breathing heavier, the distinct rise and fall hypnotic. There was nothing soft or adorable about him anymore. He was rock ... hard ... man. He spoke, breaking her thoughts. "I never thought of myself as cute with you. I thought I was just gentle, loving. Making love. But how many times I just wanted to ..." he trailed off, sighing, running a hand through his hair and looking away.
"Wanted to what?" her voice, timid.
His eyes flew to hers. "How much I just wanted to fuck your brains out. Just slam fuck you till you were writhing, screaming in pure and raw ecstasy and all because of me." He slammed his chest with a clenched fist. "That's right. Me. I did that. I put that pleasure in you. I'm the one making you scream and beg and cry. The way I relentlessly fuck you until your seeing stars and it's me doing it. Me, I'm the only man that can bring that to you. Only me." His eyes lightened, demeanor softened, and just like that ... the old Jeff was back, blushing and ducking his head. "I'm sorry, Ames. I ... I ..."
When he would walk away, she grabbed his hand. "Wait, finish."
He sighed, his cheeks tingeing with his embarrassment. "Every girl I've ever been with, even you, just always set this slow gentle pace." He said, sadly. "Like they don't think I can do more. But I can."
She pulled him off the main path, behind some bushes, to a large pile of rocks. "Show me. Now, please."
"What?"
Lita crushed her mouth to his, plunging her tongue into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. He was shocked at first, but soon reciprocated. "Jeff, bring back that sex god of a man. I want to feel that pleasure. I want to see you, I want to feel you. Let me see your eyes when we're together. You wanted hot hot monkey sex? Then please, Jeff, just take me." She kissed him hard again.
Jeff ripped his mouth away, that animalistic lust returning. "Are you sure?"
Lita smiled, jumping into his arms, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. "Do I seem sure?"
He groaned, kissing her hard and slamming her against the rock, she grunting at the impact. She wanted a Wildman. She wanted a sex god. That's exactly what Jeff would give her.
*** Long one, yep. And don't worry. There's a corresponding Trish/Chris segment that takes place here too. It was just too long for one chapter. So look for a new one in a few days with Chris/Trish. Read, review, enjoy.***