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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Trish and Chris watched with bated breath as Jeff and Lita stood in the path. When Lita pulled Jeff into the bushes, Trish smiled, extending a hand towards Chris. "So, that's twenty for Lita, and twenty for over fifteen minutes."
Chris grumbled, pulling out his wallet and slapping two twenties into Trish's small hand. "I'm convinced somehow this is fixed."
Trish laughed. "Nope. I'm just a woman. I know everything."
Chris crossed his arms in a huff. "Yeah, like I said. Fixed."
She rolled her eyes. 'Men. You just can't stand losing to a woman."
His eyes brightened. "Double or nothing on how long they take."
She smiled up at him. "You're on."
"Good, I say ... fifteen minutes or less."
"Fine, I say over twenty."
He stuck out his hand and she shook it. Chris cleared his throat. "Uhm ... why don't we step outside. It's kinda nice."
She hopped out, bouncing to the other side and taking his hand as they walked across the lot to a stone bench. "I always loved P.E.I. My parents would take us here as kids. I wanted to live here for the longest time; it was just so beautiful. But ... things happen and I've just been so busy."
"It's never too late." He said. "I mean, who knows. Maybe you'll live here ... settle down here."
She chuckled. "Not likely. We're always on the road." She walked past the bench to one of the small tress, sitting down and leaning against it.
He took a chance, lying down, his head pillowed on her thighs. He breathed a sigh of relief at her smile and he settled further into his spot. "This is my first time here. It is a beautiful Province. But I'm biased to Manitoba."
She laughed, absently playing with his hair. "I'm quite partial to Ontario myself."
There was a moment of silence and Chris looked up at her. "Tell me about you. How'd you ever get to the WWE." He saw her flinch and look away but he hooked her chin, meeting her eyes. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."
She smiled, warmly. "I ... I really like you, Chris and I ... I'm afraid of what you'll think. You know if I tell you."
"Well, we all have a past and sometimes we regret it. But what matters is the person now. I like you too, Trish. The you here and now. Which means all that stuff in the past made you. You can tell me."
She nodded, swallowing hard. "After high school, I went to college for bio. It was hard and expensive and I really wanted to do sport's medicine. But it got really expensive, so I started dancing. It was only a couple hours a week and it was good money. A couple hours became a couple nights became every day." She shrugged. "I dyed my hair blonde and ... well I got an opportunity to do some spreads on the side." She exhaled, looking him in the eye, warmth inside.
"It's ok. Keep going." So soothing was his voice.
"I started the fitness modeling, which was fun, but I couldn't give up ... the ... the porn. It was steady income. I was so muscled and I was doing movies now so ... I had to go on the pill. See, all porn stars are on it cuz, well, protection isn't always used so ... you know. Plus I was so fit, that I needed it to regulate me. Then ... one of my director's told me to get implants or I wouldn't be hired. So I did. They were huge. I hated them."
She swallowed nervously. "I hated my life. Everything just sucked. And then ... then I ... the pill didn't work. I ... I got pregnant." Tears came to her eyes, he grabbed her hand, holding it tightly to his chest. She reached up with the other hand, wiping her eyes. "I was so scared. Barely twenty-one and my full time job was porn and stripping plus I was finishing my degree. I ... I ... I aborted. I didn't know what else to do ..." she buried her face in her hands.
Chris sat up, leaning against the tree and pulling her into his lap. "Shhh ... it's all right. You did what you felt you needed to do." He tucked her head under his chin, wrapping his arms around her. "That's right, darling, you let it all out."
She fisted his shirt, burying her face into his chest a moment, clutching at him. "God, Chris, I killed my baby. I'm so horrible."
"No. No, you're not horrible. That baby wouldn't hold it against you. You were scared and young and trapped. And God doesn't hold it against you. Remember, he's all forgiving, and forgives you now and loves you anyway." He tilted her chin up, cupping her face and wiping the tears with his thumbs. "And I sure as hell don't hold it against you."
"You don't?" she looked up at him so frightened.
He smiled, warmly. "No, sweetheart. I don't."
She smiled, ducking her head to play with his shirt a moment then nestled back into his chest. "I knew I had to change my life. Make a long story short, I was hired as a valet for the company. They put me in that feud with the Hardy's and Lita. We became great friends. I asked Lita to train me ... she did, with Jeff and Matt. Then ... I had to be more respected so I talked to Lita and she said she's a C-cup and it works. I got a redux not long ago and now I'm here in your arms."
Chris was silent a moment. "Lita's only a C? I swore she had to be bigger."
Trish chuckled. "That's the secret of padded push-up bras, Hun."
He rolled his eyes. "Way to ruin a guys fantasy."
"I don't think Jeff will be too happy to hear you fantasize about Lita."
He shook his head. "You know what I mean. So you're still on the pill?"
She pulled back, nodding. "All of us are. We're so athletic, we have to be to keep our estrogen levels even."
"Well, that's good." Chris said in a most endearing way. "We wouldn't want all our divas with more hair then us."
She laughed. "No, that would be somewhat gross." Silence fell again Trish ducked her head to absently play with the hem of his shirt.
He tucked some hair behind her ear. "You ok?"
She smiled. "I will be."
He smiled back. "That's good. So you believe me now. Everything happens for a reason and if one thing was different, you might not be here with me."
"You still want me here?" she looked up at him, surprised.
He frowned. "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. Every other guy I've wanted something with and I told them that ... he'd always pull away and not want me back. I was a porn star. That's just not something you bring home to mom."
His eyes locked with hers. "I'm not every other guy."
Another smile, his heart melted again. "No, I guess you're not."
He turned her in his lap so she was nestled between his legs, her back to his chest. Slowly, he rested his chin on her shoulder, she leaning her head back onto his shoulder. "SO I got another one for you." He started. "If you could pick one thing to do, no matter how crazy, what would it be?"
"Gosh, I don't know. Anything?"
"Yup, anything."
"Hmmm" she bit her lip. "Well, I always wanted to rock climb. You know like those real jagged cliffs you see in those commercials for the United States Marines. You?"
"I want to try zorbing. You ever hear of that?" she shook her head, he continued. "It's this Australian or New Zealand thing where there's these two rubber balls, one inside the other with air padding. You're in the center one and they push you off a cliff."
She looked back at him then. "You're insane, you know that?"
He nodded, a goofey grin on his face. "It's the Jeff in me."
She laughed. "Well, I don't want to be anywhere around when you do that. It'll stop my heart."
"Oh, come on. You wouldn't do that with me." He was given another look and he laughed. "All right fine. Next question. If you could make love anywhere, where would it be?"
She blushed, ducking her head searching hard to find her voice. "I always wanted to be with a man on the beach. You know like with the waves crashing over us and the slight salty taste of him. And ... yeah ... the beach. I saw that movie with Deborah Kerr and I ... I don't know. I guess I thought it was nice."
"How completely romantic." She eyed him at the comment, he only kept smiling. "There's this really large tree at the center of this summer property we own. Middle of no where, a lake front view, miles from civilization. It's been my family ground for generations. My dad said that it's a family tradition that when you find the girl you wanna spend the rest of your life with ... you go and make love to her. Right on the grass at the foot of this tree." He smiled to himself. "The story goes that that's where my Grandfather was conceived, so it's a family tree, a family tradition."
"That's beautiful, Christopher."
He blushed. Wow, she had him blushing. And the way his full name just rolled off her tongue. Mmmmm, that tongue. "Most girls laughed. Most don't call me my full name."
"I'm sorry ... I don't ..."
He pressed a finger to her lips. "It's ok. I kinda like it." His eyes glanced across the way, spotting Jeff and Lita walking hand and hand to the car. He looked to his watch then at her. "And at thirteen minutes twenty seven seconds ... I do believe that I win."
She sighed, reaching into her pocket. "You know, I ..."
He grabbed her wrist, her surprised eyes flying to his. He smiled, beautifully, entwining their fingers. "I don't want the money." A confused expression fell onto her face, but he reached up with his other hand, tracing the curve of her lip with his finger. "What if I said, that all I want is a kiss."
She smiled, slyly, reaching up and grabbing his wrist. Holding his eyes, she peaked her tongue out, wrapping the velvety muscle around his finger and drawing it into her mouth. She'd never been so bold with a man in her life and he must have loved it since his lips parted in a cute moan. Her heart raced at the thought of what she was doing to him. Expertly, she eased his finger out, teasing the tip with her tongue. She took his finger and traced over his lips with the slicked digit. His eyes fluttered closed, his tongue peaking out to taste her on his finger. He was all too preoccupied to notice her pull the money from her pocket, but his eyes flew open when she shoved the bills down the front of his pants. "Here yah go." She stood, then swiftly bounced off to the car.
He growled, her hand dangerously ... close ... to someone down there and the thought of what she did nearly drove him wild. Then he moaned when she looked back over her shoulder, flashing a seductively suggestive smile. "Wow! What a woman." He hurried to his feet, running to the car and hopping in the other side. As Jeff drove off, Chris couldn't help but wish that he was her sandy beach lover.
Trish sighed, contently, watching the green grass and low brush whiz past. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like with him under that tree at his summer home. And maybe, just maybe, he thought of her the same way.
*** AWWWWWWWWWWW. I'm such a sucker for Trish/Chris. I mean come on, aren't they just sweet. Anyway, yeah so here's this part. And you can expect another Trish/Chris depending on what happens on RAW tonight. So here's to that. Read, Review, lemme know. Peace out.***
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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Trish and Chris watched with bated breath as Jeff and Lita stood in the path. When Lita pulled Jeff into the bushes, Trish smiled, extending a hand towards Chris. "So, that's twenty for Lita, and twenty for over fifteen minutes."
Chris grumbled, pulling out his wallet and slapping two twenties into Trish's small hand. "I'm convinced somehow this is fixed."
Trish laughed. "Nope. I'm just a woman. I know everything."
Chris crossed his arms in a huff. "Yeah, like I said. Fixed."
She rolled her eyes. 'Men. You just can't stand losing to a woman."
His eyes brightened. "Double or nothing on how long they take."
She smiled up at him. "You're on."
"Good, I say ... fifteen minutes or less."
"Fine, I say over twenty."
He stuck out his hand and she shook it. Chris cleared his throat. "Uhm ... why don't we step outside. It's kinda nice."
She hopped out, bouncing to the other side and taking his hand as they walked across the lot to a stone bench. "I always loved P.E.I. My parents would take us here as kids. I wanted to live here for the longest time; it was just so beautiful. But ... things happen and I've just been so busy."
"It's never too late." He said. "I mean, who knows. Maybe you'll live here ... settle down here."
She chuckled. "Not likely. We're always on the road." She walked past the bench to one of the small tress, sitting down and leaning against it.
He took a chance, lying down, his head pillowed on her thighs. He breathed a sigh of relief at her smile and he settled further into his spot. "This is my first time here. It is a beautiful Province. But I'm biased to Manitoba."
She laughed, absently playing with his hair. "I'm quite partial to Ontario myself."
There was a moment of silence and Chris looked up at her. "Tell me about you. How'd you ever get to the WWE." He saw her flinch and look away but he hooked her chin, meeting her eyes. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."
She smiled, warmly. "I ... I really like you, Chris and I ... I'm afraid of what you'll think. You know if I tell you."
"Well, we all have a past and sometimes we regret it. But what matters is the person now. I like you too, Trish. The you here and now. Which means all that stuff in the past made you. You can tell me."
She nodded, swallowing hard. "After high school, I went to college for bio. It was hard and expensive and I really wanted to do sport's medicine. But it got really expensive, so I started dancing. It was only a couple hours a week and it was good money. A couple hours became a couple nights became every day." She shrugged. "I dyed my hair blonde and ... well I got an opportunity to do some spreads on the side." She exhaled, looking him in the eye, warmth inside.
"It's ok. Keep going." So soothing was his voice.
"I started the fitness modeling, which was fun, but I couldn't give up ... the ... the porn. It was steady income. I was so muscled and I was doing movies now so ... I had to go on the pill. See, all porn stars are on it cuz, well, protection isn't always used so ... you know. Plus I was so fit, that I needed it to regulate me. Then ... one of my director's told me to get implants or I wouldn't be hired. So I did. They were huge. I hated them."
She swallowed nervously. "I hated my life. Everything just sucked. And then ... then I ... the pill didn't work. I ... I got pregnant." Tears came to her eyes, he grabbed her hand, holding it tightly to his chest. She reached up with the other hand, wiping her eyes. "I was so scared. Barely twenty-one and my full time job was porn and stripping plus I was finishing my degree. I ... I ... I aborted. I didn't know what else to do ..." she buried her face in her hands.
Chris sat up, leaning against the tree and pulling her into his lap. "Shhh ... it's all right. You did what you felt you needed to do." He tucked her head under his chin, wrapping his arms around her. "That's right, darling, you let it all out."
She fisted his shirt, burying her face into his chest a moment, clutching at him. "God, Chris, I killed my baby. I'm so horrible."
"No. No, you're not horrible. That baby wouldn't hold it against you. You were scared and young and trapped. And God doesn't hold it against you. Remember, he's all forgiving, and forgives you now and loves you anyway." He tilted her chin up, cupping her face and wiping the tears with his thumbs. "And I sure as hell don't hold it against you."
"You don't?" she looked up at him so frightened.
He smiled, warmly. "No, sweetheart. I don't."
She smiled, ducking her head to play with his shirt a moment then nestled back into his chest. "I knew I had to change my life. Make a long story short, I was hired as a valet for the company. They put me in that feud with the Hardy's and Lita. We became great friends. I asked Lita to train me ... she did, with Jeff and Matt. Then ... I had to be more respected so I talked to Lita and she said she's a C-cup and it works. I got a redux not long ago and now I'm here in your arms."
Chris was silent a moment. "Lita's only a C? I swore she had to be bigger."
Trish chuckled. "That's the secret of padded push-up bras, Hun."
He rolled his eyes. "Way to ruin a guys fantasy."
"I don't think Jeff will be too happy to hear you fantasize about Lita."
He shook his head. "You know what I mean. So you're still on the pill?"
She pulled back, nodding. "All of us are. We're so athletic, we have to be to keep our estrogen levels even."
"Well, that's good." Chris said in a most endearing way. "We wouldn't want all our divas with more hair then us."
She laughed. "No, that would be somewhat gross." Silence fell again Trish ducked her head to absently play with the hem of his shirt.
He tucked some hair behind her ear. "You ok?"
She smiled. "I will be."
He smiled back. "That's good. So you believe me now. Everything happens for a reason and if one thing was different, you might not be here with me."
"You still want me here?" she looked up at him, surprised.
He frowned. "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. Every other guy I've wanted something with and I told them that ... he'd always pull away and not want me back. I was a porn star. That's just not something you bring home to mom."
His eyes locked with hers. "I'm not every other guy."
Another smile, his heart melted again. "No, I guess you're not."
He turned her in his lap so she was nestled between his legs, her back to his chest. Slowly, he rested his chin on her shoulder, she leaning her head back onto his shoulder. "SO I got another one for you." He started. "If you could pick one thing to do, no matter how crazy, what would it be?"
"Gosh, I don't know. Anything?"
"Yup, anything."
"Hmmm" she bit her lip. "Well, I always wanted to rock climb. You know like those real jagged cliffs you see in those commercials for the United States Marines. You?"
"I want to try zorbing. You ever hear of that?" she shook her head, he continued. "It's this Australian or New Zealand thing where there's these two rubber balls, one inside the other with air padding. You're in the center one and they push you off a cliff."
She looked back at him then. "You're insane, you know that?"
He nodded, a goofey grin on his face. "It's the Jeff in me."
She laughed. "Well, I don't want to be anywhere around when you do that. It'll stop my heart."
"Oh, come on. You wouldn't do that with me." He was given another look and he laughed. "All right fine. Next question. If you could make love anywhere, where would it be?"
She blushed, ducking her head searching hard to find her voice. "I always wanted to be with a man on the beach. You know like with the waves crashing over us and the slight salty taste of him. And ... yeah ... the beach. I saw that movie with Deborah Kerr and I ... I don't know. I guess I thought it was nice."
"How completely romantic." She eyed him at the comment, he only kept smiling. "There's this really large tree at the center of this summer property we own. Middle of no where, a lake front view, miles from civilization. It's been my family ground for generations. My dad said that it's a family tradition that when you find the girl you wanna spend the rest of your life with ... you go and make love to her. Right on the grass at the foot of this tree." He smiled to himself. "The story goes that that's where my Grandfather was conceived, so it's a family tree, a family tradition."
"That's beautiful, Christopher."
He blushed. Wow, she had him blushing. And the way his full name just rolled off her tongue. Mmmmm, that tongue. "Most girls laughed. Most don't call me my full name."
"I'm sorry ... I don't ..."
He pressed a finger to her lips. "It's ok. I kinda like it." His eyes glanced across the way, spotting Jeff and Lita walking hand and hand to the car. He looked to his watch then at her. "And at thirteen minutes twenty seven seconds ... I do believe that I win."
She sighed, reaching into her pocket. "You know, I ..."
He grabbed her wrist, her surprised eyes flying to his. He smiled, beautifully, entwining their fingers. "I don't want the money." A confused expression fell onto her face, but he reached up with his other hand, tracing the curve of her lip with his finger. "What if I said, that all I want is a kiss."
She smiled, slyly, reaching up and grabbing his wrist. Holding his eyes, she peaked her tongue out, wrapping the velvety muscle around his finger and drawing it into her mouth. She'd never been so bold with a man in her life and he must have loved it since his lips parted in a cute moan. Her heart raced at the thought of what she was doing to him. Expertly, she eased his finger out, teasing the tip with her tongue. She took his finger and traced over his lips with the slicked digit. His eyes fluttered closed, his tongue peaking out to taste her on his finger. He was all too preoccupied to notice her pull the money from her pocket, but his eyes flew open when she shoved the bills down the front of his pants. "Here yah go." She stood, then swiftly bounced off to the car.
He growled, her hand dangerously ... close ... to someone down there and the thought of what she did nearly drove him wild. Then he moaned when she looked back over her shoulder, flashing a seductively suggestive smile. "Wow! What a woman." He hurried to his feet, running to the car and hopping in the other side. As Jeff drove off, Chris couldn't help but wish that he was her sandy beach lover.
Trish sighed, contently, watching the green grass and low brush whiz past. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like with him under that tree at his summer home. And maybe, just maybe, he thought of her the same way.
*** AWWWWWWWWWWW. I'm such a sucker for Trish/Chris. I mean come on, aren't they just sweet. Anyway, yeah so here's this part. And you can expect another Trish/Chris depending on what happens on RAW tonight. So here's to that. Read, Review, lemme know. Peace out.***