Author's Note: Just thanking everyone for reading and such. And for those
of you looking for the other pairings. This is still Jeff, Lita, Jericho,
Trish. Christian/Torrie will come into play in two chapters or so and
Edge/Stephanie a little after that. Once the story is in full tilt, the
couples will be more even spread.***
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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THREE MONTHS LATER
Lita sat alone on the floor of her hotel bathroom, her knees curled against her chest. How could this happen? How could she do this to him? They'd gotten in a big fight last night, over what ... God only knows. Hell, he probably doesn't even know. She just remembered getting really ... really drunk. Then she woke up ... some strange guy in the bed.
She ducked her head into her hands, the tears finally slipping down her cheeks. She'd kicked him out soon after she woke, and she'd been here in the bathroom ever since. It was at least a relief when she saw the used condom in the trash. And ... what time was it? Where was ... Oh God, she didn't even want to think of him.
"Lita, Amy, Baby, you here?"
Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard. Y ... Yeah ... I ... I'm here."
"Honey?" his voice through the door. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry about last night. I'm so stupid, I over reacted, I just want us to get over this." He listened hard, hearing her choked sobs. "Please, Li, just open the door."
"No. Just ... just ... leave ... me ... alone."
"Please, darlin, please. I'm sorry. Can't I just come in or you come out. We can talk about this. Please, baby, just ... open the door."
She didn't answer and he sighed. "I love you, Amy. Just remember that."
The door closed and she broke down, harsh sobs racking through her body. He said those words. Those three damn words she didn't deserve to hear. She lost track of time...time didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
She jumped when she heard the door gently close. Shit, not again.
"Lita? Lita, it's me. It's Trish, honey. Where are you?"
Lita reached over, opening the bathroom door. The little blonde stepped in, her heart tearing at the sight of the redhead. Her hair was slightly damp, tied into a sloppy knot on the top of her head. She had nothing on except a large white bath towel, that didn't really cover her too much, but enough. And at this point ... she might as well be naked, it didn't matter. She looked absolutely destroyed. Large black circles under her eyes, red rimmed and puffy, most likely from the tears that were still dripping down her cheeks.
Trish dropped to her knees. "Oh my God, Lita, what happened?"
"I ... I ..." Lita reached to her right, grabbing the neck of a bottle of rum and raising it to her lips, chugging a good amount. "I need ... to soothe the hang over."
"Last sip, Ok?" And the blonde took the bottle from the redhead, glancing around the bathroom. Another empty liquor bottle. A second set of used towels. A used condom. Her wide eyes flew to Lita's. "You didn't."
"Oh God, Trish." The redhead curled further into herself. "I was so drunk. And ... I don't remember. I ... I don't remember a thing. Nothing. I ... I woke up and he was there and ... I ... I don't know who he was. I kicked him out right when I saw him. I don't even remember what Jeff and I were fighting about. I don't ... Oh god, Trish. I cheated on the ... man I ... love."
Trish pulled the shaking redhead into her arms, rocking back and forth. Lita practically sobbed. "I cheated on him. I ... I ... Remember ... back a while ago when we were in P.E.I?"
"Yeah, sweetie. What about it?"
"Jeff ... he ... he got upset because he ... he thought I could never see him as this sexual object and ... he just showed me this side I never saw in him." Lita sniffed. "And I ... I had to feel it. That's where we went when we disappeared."
"I figured that's what you two were doing."
"He was so wonderful, Trish." Lita whimpered softly. "He ... He was so full of desire and with in seconds he had me stripped and pressed against this rock and he was still clothed, only freed himself then entered me, you know." She swallowed. "Lord, how that imagery raced me and I ... I just ... he was so ... he was such an animal and he had me gone in a few minutes. Then ... he still ... inside and ... had me pressed against this rock and ... and ..."
"What, honey?"
"He ... he said that he never wanted ... to do this to another girl and ... he got ... excited again inside me and made love to me all over again. Another ... another minute later and he lifted off my shoulder, still with me, in me ... and ... he ... he said that all he thinks of is me, and all he wants is me ... and I'm the only girl he lusts for and ... he ... he got hard again. Just again and again. Like four times and it was so fierce and passionate and beautiful. The things he'd say ... then ... then this animalistic lust would take him and he'd just ... almost vicious, relentless. He ... He only wanted me. Only me ... and I cheated on him." The sobs racked her again.
"Oh, sweetie." Trish cooed. "Shhh ... honey."
"I ... don't wanna ... lose ... him."
Trish sighed, rubbing the other woman's back. "I know, honey. But do you want to lie to him? Would you want him like that?" Lita shook her head. "No, I didn't think so. You have to tell him."
"I love him so much."
"I know you do." Trish said softly. "I know you do and he loves you too. He really does."
Lita pulled back, wiping her eyes. "Trishy, what am I gonna do?"
"I don't know, honey. But you need to say something to him. Look, why don't you get changed and I'll go get him. Chris and I will stay right outside the door. Everything will be fine."
Lita absently nodded and Trish helped her stand, giving the other woman a comforting hug, Trish left.
Trish hated this. Why did things have to be so difficult? Why did both of them always go through so much? Sighing she slipped into her room, Jeff immediately jumping in front of her, worry in his eyes. "Trish, Oh God, is she Ok? What's wrong? How ..."
Trish raised a hand. "She's ready to talk to you. But please, be calm and gentle. She's really a mess."
"Of course ... of course."
"Jeff!" The Hardy turned at her voice. "Promise me you'll be calm. This is hard for her too. She loves you so much. Remember that."
Jeff smiled. "I will." Then left.
Trish flopped down on the bed, her head bowed. Chris knelt at her feet, grabbing hold of her hands. "Baby, what happened?"
Trish sighed, playing with his fingers. "Lita cheated on Jeff." Chris's jaw dropped but Trish shook her head. "Not like that. Well, not like she meant to. The fight they had last night really got to her and she just drank so much. Said she remembers nothing, just woke up with a stranger in the bed. Kicked him out at like ten and it's already five in the evening. She hadn't moved from the bathroom. You can tell, she showered like six times, she's a wreck."
Chris ducked his head. "Oh, man. Jeff's gonna die."
"She really loves him." Trish said, tears in her eyes. "She really does. So much it's scary. Chris, we need to be there. Wait in the hall, in case you need to go after Jeff or if Lita needs me."
Chris nodded and Trish stood, walking to the door. He quickly reached out, grabbing her arm. She froze and he could almost hear her tears. Slowly, he turned her, looking down on her lovely face. "I know we haven't been together long." His voice low and full of ... everything. "But I've never loved anyone the way I love you. And I don't care if it takes us years to be together ... to make love. When you're ready, I'm here. I'm dreaming of the day I get to show you." He brushed the tips of his fingers over her cheek. "I love you Trish."
She cupped his face, rising up on her toes to kiss him. Such passion, such emotion, their lips locked, tongues twined. He held her flush against him, almost afraid to loosen his hold. He loved the feel of her. Those soft curves melting against him. Her silky lips and expert tongue. Her soft breasts pressed to his chest. He could just hold her, kiss her for hours. Taking a breath then kissing her ever so deeply, he groaned when she pushed him back, nipping at his lips.
Continuously nibbling, she spoke. "We ... need to ... be ready ... in case."
Humming incoherently, he nodded then sealed their lips one last time, putting everything he could into that last sweet kiss.
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Jeff slowly opened the door to his room, spotting Lita at the other end. A pair of boxers, a baggy T-shirt, her hair down, she looked out the window. "Honey?" she turned to him, so very sad. "Honey, what's wrong?" he clicked the door shut.
She willed the tears to stay back. "I'm ... I'm so sorry, Jeff."
He looked around the room. Three empty liquor bottles, the sheets all tangled, her bag open, the contents spread all over the chair and table. "I'm sorry too, honey. I'm sorry for last night."
She shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself. "No I ... I ... last night ... and ... the liquor."
He followed her eyes to the bed, focusing on one spot, a spot that was slightly stained. Turning his back, he walked to the bathroom, flicking on the light, his eyes falling onto the garbage pail. His jaw tightened. "Who was he?"
"I ... I ... I don't ..."
"WHO WAS HE?!"
She flinched when he yelled, the anger, pain and betrayal in his eyes almost too much to take. "I ... I don't ... I don't know."
He stepped to her, his eyes on fire. "So you slept with someone else." She looked down, stuttering. He smiled, devilishly, tilting her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "Go ahead. Say it. I wanna hear you say you cheated on me." She blinked rapidly, trying to gain some semblance of control. "COME ON YOU ... YOU ... TELL ME YOU FUCKED ANOTHER GUY!" He spun, holding the tears back. He couldn't bring himself to call her anything.
"J ... Je ... Jeff, I ... I don't ... I'm so ..."
He let out a scream, picking up one of the empty bottles and throwing it against the wall, the glass shattering and falling to the floor.
The door opened almost right after, Chris and Trish standing there, wide- eyed and watching. Jeff didn't care; he turned back to Lita. "So what is it? We get in a fight and you just go sleep with someone else? Huh? ANSWER ME!"
She couldn't take her eyes off of him. "Je ... Jeff, I ... I ca ..."
"Does it feel good?" Jeff spat. "How could you? How COULD YOU?!" He ducked his head, wiping furiously at his eyes. His arms shaking, he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. "What?" he motioned at his chest. "Was he more muscled then me? Better body, better looking. Come on, Ames." He grabbed his crotch. "Or was he just hung like a bull. Sorry, I'm only an ... an ..." he blinked hard, trying to keep the tears from dripping down his face. "I'm so fucking small." He choked. "I'm just not ... not big enough for yah huh."
"Jeff, Don't!" Lita cried, the tears streaming down her face.
"You know something else." He said, not bothering any more to stop his tears. He grabbed her hand, putting it over his groin and pushing into her. "You feel that." She choked out, loudly, trembling, her sobs racking at her body. He sniffled. "Yeah, Baby. You feel that." Then his voice lost all harshness as he pushed her hand away. "I still want you. I can just see that guy. You suckin him, your mouths together, or his rock hard cock inside you." He coughed, sick on his emotions. "And I still want you. And you know something else." He swallowed hard. "I still love you." His voice cracking on those last words.
"Je ... Je ... Sugar ..."
"Don't call me that." He yelled, cutting at the air, looking away from her. "I'm not your ... Sugar." His voice full of venom. "I never was your ... Sugar. DON'T CALL ME SUGAR!"
Jeff was trembling and Chris moved quickly, grabbing the Hardy's arm, snatching the shirt from the floor and pulling him from the room. The door closing behind them. Trish ran to Lita, catching the redhead as she collapsed, falling to the ground with her. "Lita, honey."
The redhead clutched at her friend, her chest aching from her sobs. "Oh God, Trish. I ... I ... Oh God. What ... What have I ... done?"
"Shhh..." Trish calmed, running a hand through Lita's hair. "Let it all out, honey. You'll feel better."
"He ... He ... He still loves me."
"I know, honey. I know he does." Trish helped Lita stand, taking her to the bed, but Lita wouldn't let go. Trish could do nothing but hold her friend as she cried herself to sleep.
*** Sorta depressing huh? Well, let's have the reviews.***
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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THREE MONTHS LATER
Lita sat alone on the floor of her hotel bathroom, her knees curled against her chest. How could this happen? How could she do this to him? They'd gotten in a big fight last night, over what ... God only knows. Hell, he probably doesn't even know. She just remembered getting really ... really drunk. Then she woke up ... some strange guy in the bed.
She ducked her head into her hands, the tears finally slipping down her cheeks. She'd kicked him out soon after she woke, and she'd been here in the bathroom ever since. It was at least a relief when she saw the used condom in the trash. And ... what time was it? Where was ... Oh God, she didn't even want to think of him.
"Lita, Amy, Baby, you here?"
Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard. Y ... Yeah ... I ... I'm here."
"Honey?" his voice through the door. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry about last night. I'm so stupid, I over reacted, I just want us to get over this." He listened hard, hearing her choked sobs. "Please, Li, just open the door."
"No. Just ... just ... leave ... me ... alone."
"Please, darlin, please. I'm sorry. Can't I just come in or you come out. We can talk about this. Please, baby, just ... open the door."
She didn't answer and he sighed. "I love you, Amy. Just remember that."
The door closed and she broke down, harsh sobs racking through her body. He said those words. Those three damn words she didn't deserve to hear. She lost track of time...time didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
She jumped when she heard the door gently close. Shit, not again.
"Lita? Lita, it's me. It's Trish, honey. Where are you?"
Lita reached over, opening the bathroom door. The little blonde stepped in, her heart tearing at the sight of the redhead. Her hair was slightly damp, tied into a sloppy knot on the top of her head. She had nothing on except a large white bath towel, that didn't really cover her too much, but enough. And at this point ... she might as well be naked, it didn't matter. She looked absolutely destroyed. Large black circles under her eyes, red rimmed and puffy, most likely from the tears that were still dripping down her cheeks.
Trish dropped to her knees. "Oh my God, Lita, what happened?"
"I ... I ..." Lita reached to her right, grabbing the neck of a bottle of rum and raising it to her lips, chugging a good amount. "I need ... to soothe the hang over."
"Last sip, Ok?" And the blonde took the bottle from the redhead, glancing around the bathroom. Another empty liquor bottle. A second set of used towels. A used condom. Her wide eyes flew to Lita's. "You didn't."
"Oh God, Trish." The redhead curled further into herself. "I was so drunk. And ... I don't remember. I ... I don't remember a thing. Nothing. I ... I woke up and he was there and ... I ... I don't know who he was. I kicked him out right when I saw him. I don't even remember what Jeff and I were fighting about. I don't ... Oh god, Trish. I cheated on the ... man I ... love."
Trish pulled the shaking redhead into her arms, rocking back and forth. Lita practically sobbed. "I cheated on him. I ... I ... Remember ... back a while ago when we were in P.E.I?"
"Yeah, sweetie. What about it?"
"Jeff ... he ... he got upset because he ... he thought I could never see him as this sexual object and ... he just showed me this side I never saw in him." Lita sniffed. "And I ... I had to feel it. That's where we went when we disappeared."
"I figured that's what you two were doing."
"He was so wonderful, Trish." Lita whimpered softly. "He ... He was so full of desire and with in seconds he had me stripped and pressed against this rock and he was still clothed, only freed himself then entered me, you know." She swallowed. "Lord, how that imagery raced me and I ... I just ... he was so ... he was such an animal and he had me gone in a few minutes. Then ... he still ... inside and ... had me pressed against this rock and ... and ..."
"What, honey?"
"He ... he said that he never wanted ... to do this to another girl and ... he got ... excited again inside me and made love to me all over again. Another ... another minute later and he lifted off my shoulder, still with me, in me ... and ... he ... he said that all he thinks of is me, and all he wants is me ... and I'm the only girl he lusts for and ... he ... he got hard again. Just again and again. Like four times and it was so fierce and passionate and beautiful. The things he'd say ... then ... then this animalistic lust would take him and he'd just ... almost vicious, relentless. He ... He only wanted me. Only me ... and I cheated on him." The sobs racked her again.
"Oh, sweetie." Trish cooed. "Shhh ... honey."
"I ... don't wanna ... lose ... him."
Trish sighed, rubbing the other woman's back. "I know, honey. But do you want to lie to him? Would you want him like that?" Lita shook her head. "No, I didn't think so. You have to tell him."
"I love him so much."
"I know you do." Trish said softly. "I know you do and he loves you too. He really does."
Lita pulled back, wiping her eyes. "Trishy, what am I gonna do?"
"I don't know, honey. But you need to say something to him. Look, why don't you get changed and I'll go get him. Chris and I will stay right outside the door. Everything will be fine."
Lita absently nodded and Trish helped her stand, giving the other woman a comforting hug, Trish left.
Trish hated this. Why did things have to be so difficult? Why did both of them always go through so much? Sighing she slipped into her room, Jeff immediately jumping in front of her, worry in his eyes. "Trish, Oh God, is she Ok? What's wrong? How ..."
Trish raised a hand. "She's ready to talk to you. But please, be calm and gentle. She's really a mess."
"Of course ... of course."
"Jeff!" The Hardy turned at her voice. "Promise me you'll be calm. This is hard for her too. She loves you so much. Remember that."
Jeff smiled. "I will." Then left.
Trish flopped down on the bed, her head bowed. Chris knelt at her feet, grabbing hold of her hands. "Baby, what happened?"
Trish sighed, playing with his fingers. "Lita cheated on Jeff." Chris's jaw dropped but Trish shook her head. "Not like that. Well, not like she meant to. The fight they had last night really got to her and she just drank so much. Said she remembers nothing, just woke up with a stranger in the bed. Kicked him out at like ten and it's already five in the evening. She hadn't moved from the bathroom. You can tell, she showered like six times, she's a wreck."
Chris ducked his head. "Oh, man. Jeff's gonna die."
"She really loves him." Trish said, tears in her eyes. "She really does. So much it's scary. Chris, we need to be there. Wait in the hall, in case you need to go after Jeff or if Lita needs me."
Chris nodded and Trish stood, walking to the door. He quickly reached out, grabbing her arm. She froze and he could almost hear her tears. Slowly, he turned her, looking down on her lovely face. "I know we haven't been together long." His voice low and full of ... everything. "But I've never loved anyone the way I love you. And I don't care if it takes us years to be together ... to make love. When you're ready, I'm here. I'm dreaming of the day I get to show you." He brushed the tips of his fingers over her cheek. "I love you Trish."
She cupped his face, rising up on her toes to kiss him. Such passion, such emotion, their lips locked, tongues twined. He held her flush against him, almost afraid to loosen his hold. He loved the feel of her. Those soft curves melting against him. Her silky lips and expert tongue. Her soft breasts pressed to his chest. He could just hold her, kiss her for hours. Taking a breath then kissing her ever so deeply, he groaned when she pushed him back, nipping at his lips.
Continuously nibbling, she spoke. "We ... need to ... be ready ... in case."
Humming incoherently, he nodded then sealed their lips one last time, putting everything he could into that last sweet kiss.
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Jeff slowly opened the door to his room, spotting Lita at the other end. A pair of boxers, a baggy T-shirt, her hair down, she looked out the window. "Honey?" she turned to him, so very sad. "Honey, what's wrong?" he clicked the door shut.
She willed the tears to stay back. "I'm ... I'm so sorry, Jeff."
He looked around the room. Three empty liquor bottles, the sheets all tangled, her bag open, the contents spread all over the chair and table. "I'm sorry too, honey. I'm sorry for last night."
She shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself. "No I ... I ... last night ... and ... the liquor."
He followed her eyes to the bed, focusing on one spot, a spot that was slightly stained. Turning his back, he walked to the bathroom, flicking on the light, his eyes falling onto the garbage pail. His jaw tightened. "Who was he?"
"I ... I ... I don't ..."
"WHO WAS HE?!"
She flinched when he yelled, the anger, pain and betrayal in his eyes almost too much to take. "I ... I don't ... I don't know."
He stepped to her, his eyes on fire. "So you slept with someone else." She looked down, stuttering. He smiled, devilishly, tilting her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "Go ahead. Say it. I wanna hear you say you cheated on me." She blinked rapidly, trying to gain some semblance of control. "COME ON YOU ... YOU ... TELL ME YOU FUCKED ANOTHER GUY!" He spun, holding the tears back. He couldn't bring himself to call her anything.
"J ... Je ... Jeff, I ... I don't ... I'm so ..."
He let out a scream, picking up one of the empty bottles and throwing it against the wall, the glass shattering and falling to the floor.
The door opened almost right after, Chris and Trish standing there, wide- eyed and watching. Jeff didn't care; he turned back to Lita. "So what is it? We get in a fight and you just go sleep with someone else? Huh? ANSWER ME!"
She couldn't take her eyes off of him. "Je ... Jeff, I ... I ca ..."
"Does it feel good?" Jeff spat. "How could you? How COULD YOU?!" He ducked his head, wiping furiously at his eyes. His arms shaking, he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. "What?" he motioned at his chest. "Was he more muscled then me? Better body, better looking. Come on, Ames." He grabbed his crotch. "Or was he just hung like a bull. Sorry, I'm only an ... an ..." he blinked hard, trying to keep the tears from dripping down his face. "I'm so fucking small." He choked. "I'm just not ... not big enough for yah huh."
"Jeff, Don't!" Lita cried, the tears streaming down her face.
"You know something else." He said, not bothering any more to stop his tears. He grabbed her hand, putting it over his groin and pushing into her. "You feel that." She choked out, loudly, trembling, her sobs racking at her body. He sniffled. "Yeah, Baby. You feel that." Then his voice lost all harshness as he pushed her hand away. "I still want you. I can just see that guy. You suckin him, your mouths together, or his rock hard cock inside you." He coughed, sick on his emotions. "And I still want you. And you know something else." He swallowed hard. "I still love you." His voice cracking on those last words.
"Je ... Je ... Sugar ..."
"Don't call me that." He yelled, cutting at the air, looking away from her. "I'm not your ... Sugar." His voice full of venom. "I never was your ... Sugar. DON'T CALL ME SUGAR!"
Jeff was trembling and Chris moved quickly, grabbing the Hardy's arm, snatching the shirt from the floor and pulling him from the room. The door closing behind them. Trish ran to Lita, catching the redhead as she collapsed, falling to the ground with her. "Lita, honey."
The redhead clutched at her friend, her chest aching from her sobs. "Oh God, Trish. I ... I ... Oh God. What ... What have I ... done?"
"Shhh..." Trish calmed, running a hand through Lita's hair. "Let it all out, honey. You'll feel better."
"He ... He ... He still loves me."
"I know, honey. I know he does." Trish helped Lita stand, taking her to the bed, but Lita wouldn't let go. Trish could do nothing but hold her friend as she cried herself to sleep.
*** Sorta depressing huh? Well, let's have the reviews.***