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 walked Jeff into one of the bars down the street. "Ok, buddy, look. We're gonna grab some drinks and relax."
Jeff nodded, absently. "Can I stay with you tonight?" his voice withdrawn and monotone.
"Of course you can, man. Don't worry about a thing. Look there's two seats by the bar ... let me buy you a drink. Whaddyah have?"
Jeff plopped down in the stool. "Beer. And lots of it."
Chris took the seat next to his friend, signaling for two beers. The bartender put down two bottles, Chris taking a nice long sip of his. "I love this place. They always have the Canucks on ... every game." Jeff didn't respond, simply chugged half his beer. Chris ducked his head, not really knowing what to say.
It was some time and a lot of liquor later when a voice carried from the back of the bar. Jericho and Jeff turned to watch the strangers' interaction. A tall big man, short black hair and clean shaven, looking in his early thirties. "You guys would not believe this chick I had last night. Grade A Hottest thing I ever had. Drunk, gorgeous and all over me. Said something about her boyfriend and her having a fight and she needed to forget. And let me tell you. She was so fucking amazing. Red hair, muscled as hell, these gorgeous eyes and this big ass tattoo of something or other on her shoulder. Tongue ring ... damn, boys, the wonders she could do with that thing. Tight as a fist. Never caught her name though."
Jeff flew from his chair, staggering to the table and standing there, staring at the man on the other side. "She got a tattoo on her inner lip right?"
The other guy smiled. "Yeah, how'd you ...?
Jeff clenched his teeth. "Cuz that's my girl." That said, he dove across the table, tackling the other man out of the chair and onto the ground.
Chris stood quickly, knowing full good and well that a bar fight was likely to break out. And that was when a fist impacted his jaw.
Fighting, fighting, flipping, spearing, breaking and lots of bleeding, Jericho and Jeff finally stumbled out of the bar, hobbling down the street to the sounds of distant sirens.
Battered and bruised, the two slowly walked up the stairs of their hotel, Jeff stopping outside his door. "I need to get my things."
Chris reached out, stopping him. "Let me go in with you."
Jeff smiled. "You always there for me, man." They walked in, Trish calmly turned her head, the other diva seemingly sleeping, but that wasn't to last.
"OH MY GOD!" Trish jumped to her feet, the redhead jostled awake then staring wide-eyed at the two. Trish ran to Jericho. "Chris, oh God, wha ..."
He hissed outstretching his hands to stop her. "Don't touch me ... I'm sore as fuck."
"Please," Trish begged. "Let me ... us help you."
Jeff eyed Chris. "I'm still staying with you tonight."
Chris nodded. "Fine, but let her fix up your bloody self."
Jeff watched Lita warily for a few moments before sighing and nodding, walking over to her, slipping something into his mouth and swallowing it.
Trish watched the display a moment then turned back to Chris. A black eye, split lip, bruised knuckles. He pulled the T-shirt over his head and she gasped at the large bruises on his ribs and back. "What happened to you?"
Chris winced as she pressed his abs slightly, leaving then coming back with some bandages a basin and an icepack. He clenched his teeth as she wiped his chest, abs and back. "Let's just say that Jeff and I had a little run in with a certain individual that led to one hell of a bar fight."
Trish dabbed the cloth over his eyes a moment then down a little, wiping the blood from his lip. "It looks a lot worse than it is. I just wish I can stay with you ... I'm so worried."
"I'll be all right." He said with a smile, kissing her softly. "I swear."
Jeff had basically the same wounds as Chris and Lita had him dressed around when Trish finished with Chris. Lita watched Jeff stand, pulling a clean shirt over his head, with much difficulty. She stood then, helping him pull the shirt over his wrapped ribs. She looked up at him, his hard sorrowful eyes piercing hers. "I'm so sorry." She breathed.
His heart broke at the tears in her eyes and he had to muster everything inside to keep his control. He couldn't forgive her. Couldn't let her back in. Couldn't cave to what she was making him feel. Resisting the urge to forgive her and kiss her breathless, he bowed his head, shouldering his bag and left.
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Chris lay in his bed, Jeff in the other, the Hardy tossing ... a lot. Chris sighed. "Can't sleep without her, huh?"
"Shut up!"
"I'm right. You need that girl more than you need air. Will you just admit it and find a way around this."
Jeff shifted in the bed. "I can't let her hurt me again."
"Does it hurt now?"
"Hell yeah."
"How much?"
"I wanna die."
"Don't you see." Chris said. "You love her that damn much. That's why it hurts like that ... cuz you love her."
Jeff scoffed. "Who are you to talk to me about love?"
Chris glared. "Just because I was a playboy, huh. Well fuck you, Jeff. I really love Trish ... I know I do. And just because I don't love every girl that I date doesn't mean I know NOTHING about that emotion. So don't you dare try to say that I know nothing of love."
Jeff sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just ... God, Chris, what if she does it again. What if she does something else to break my heart? I can't let that happen. I couldn't handle it."
"And you're handling it now? You call 'this' handling it. You are a nervous wreck. You look like you're about to kill yourself."
"I ... I ... I don't know."
"Look, did you take a good look at her. While you were exploding, I know it might have been hard because so much was rushing through you. But if you did ... Jeff, she was a mess. That girl is border line ... hell fuck border line. That girl is completely and totally torn to pieces. She's ripped apart and ... She loves you. She really does love you."
"I know." Jeff sat up, glancing out the darkened window. "I ... I have ... I've got to see her."
Chris smiled. "Just let me go get Trish." Five minutes later, Chris returned with a sleeping Trish Stratus in his arms.
Jeff snickered. "Isn't that a little hard to carry with bruised ribs?"
"Shove it." Chris forced out, laying her gently on the bed. "Now go ... get the hell outta here. I uhm ... forgot the keycard inside so you'll have to knock. But who cares, it's probably better she's awake for you anyway. Now go on ... get outta here."
Jeff shouldered his bag, leaving without a word.
As the door softly clicked closed, Chris settled in behind Trish, pulling the smaller blonde tightly against him. He smiled at her little hum when she nestled even further into him. She was just so deliriously delicious. Pushing his pain and discomfort to the side, he leaned into her, his lips ever so close to her ear, he whispered. "Trishy, I know you can hear me, love." He brushed his lips along the shell, relishing in her involuntary shiver. "I want to be your beach time lover." He turned her so she was facing him and he watched. Still sleeping. So pretty. She was just so ... perfect. He tucked some of that thick blonde hair behind her ear.
He couldn't help it. She just bewitched him. He closed his eyes, leaning in to kiss her lips. So softly and gently, nothing deep. One kiss, then another, then another. Slowly adoring her lips with his mouth. His heart raced as he felt her beginning to return his kisses. She placed her hand on his waist then trailed it around, pulling herself into him.
His eyes flew open and he hissed. Trish's eyes fluttered open to see loving blue looking down. "Hey, gorgeous." He said with some difficulty.
"LITA!" Trish bolted up, but Chris was so close to her, the force threw him off the bed and he landed hard on the ground on his side. His mouth opened in a silent scream, his eyes squeezed shut as he clutched his ribs.
"Oh God, Chris!" Trish dove to his side. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. ... I ..."
"It's all right." He said, forcing a smile. "Just help me ... up." She did so, him grabbing his ribs. "Damn it!" He flopped onto the bed, wincing. "Fuck."
"I'm sorry ... I'm so sorry. Oh, Chris."
"It's ok, Trish." He reached up, wiping the tear pricking from her eye. Was she crying? "It's ok, really. Serves me right anyway." He blushed. "Kissin you when you sleep, I guess I'd get freaked too."
She shook her head, cupping his face and kissing him. "Let me make it better." She mumbled against his lips. "Does it hurt a lot?"
He hummed, not letting her break the kiss completely yet, but finally letting her pull away. "Yeah. But I'm ok. Really. I swear."
Giving him a look of frank disbelief, she walked into the bathroom and he heard water running. After a few minutes she came back, a large steaming bath towel in her hand. "Roll on your stomach." He did as he was told, carefully pulling his shirt over his head. She placed the towel on his back, him jumping at the stark contrast in temperature, then sighed his content, relaxing in to the bed.
The towel cooled and she tossed it across the room. Sitting on his butt, she dribbled some warm goo on his back. He jumped but then her hands were on him, rubbing, caressing, so delicate but purposed. He melted into her touch, the slight scent and tingling turning his muscles to ooze. "Baby, what is that stuff?" his voice gruff and breathy.
"It's just some miracle goop I had prescribed to me for my shoulders and lower back. Isn't it amazing?"
"And how come you never let me put this on you?" his voice suggestive.
She smiled slightly. "Because you're a naughty boy and I don't trust you to keep your control. But, to be honest, my back hasn't been bothering me too much lately." After about ten minutes, his muscles stopped crunching; he was completely relaxed. "Roll over." She whispered, lifting off him slightly. "I should do both sides."
He flipped onto his back, watching her. She smiled, mischievously. "Poor Baby." Tracing a finger down his chest to his abs. She leaned down then, him gasping at the feel of her breath on his stomach. "I'll make it all better." Placing a few scattered kisses on his torso, she sat up onto his hips, flipping her hair as she squeezed some more goo on his abs. Her hands were on him again, massaging him, his pecks, sides all over.
He quickly reached up, stilling her wrists. "If you keep this up, we ... we are going to have a little problem."
She chuckled. "I wouldn't exactly call that a 'problem.'" She rubbed right down his chest to the waist of his pants, then rolling off to his side, cuddling in. "Just a minor inconvenience."
"Maybe minor for you. Quite painful for me."
She leaned up to him, her eyes on his, her lips right near his. "I'd take care of it for you, but ... I ... I'd probably hurt you."
"Promise? Cuz I got no problems with rough sex."
She kissed him softly, then snuggled back into his chest. "No, sweetie. You're injured. And I won't hurt you anymore than you are."
She said no more and he only lay there. His heart racing, the blood pumping through his body. He felt her breathing slow, her body relaxing. When he was sure she was in slumber, he eased off the bed, walking to the bathroom. He locked the door then stood in front of the toilet, looking down at himself. "This is betrayal, You." God, this was embarrassing, but he'd never get any sleep if he didn't get relief...at least in some way. She just felt so good. So soft and smooth and ... good.
Sighing, he spread his legs, placing a hand on the wall for support. "It's like high school all over again."
*** All right. The Jeff/Lita confrontation scene is next. And even though I COULD have posted it with this. Well that would have made a mighty long post and therefore opted to save that for Tuesday. SO! Review me, and I will stick to that post date. And yes, I am blackmailing you ... again.***
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 walked Jeff into one of the bars down the street. "Ok, buddy, look. We're gonna grab some drinks and relax."
Jeff nodded, absently. "Can I stay with you tonight?" his voice withdrawn and monotone.
"Of course you can, man. Don't worry about a thing. Look there's two seats by the bar ... let me buy you a drink. Whaddyah have?"
Jeff plopped down in the stool. "Beer. And lots of it."
Chris took the seat next to his friend, signaling for two beers. The bartender put down two bottles, Chris taking a nice long sip of his. "I love this place. They always have the Canucks on ... every game." Jeff didn't respond, simply chugged half his beer. Chris ducked his head, not really knowing what to say.
It was some time and a lot of liquor later when a voice carried from the back of the bar. Jericho and Jeff turned to watch the strangers' interaction. A tall big man, short black hair and clean shaven, looking in his early thirties. "You guys would not believe this chick I had last night. Grade A Hottest thing I ever had. Drunk, gorgeous and all over me. Said something about her boyfriend and her having a fight and she needed to forget. And let me tell you. She was so fucking amazing. Red hair, muscled as hell, these gorgeous eyes and this big ass tattoo of something or other on her shoulder. Tongue ring ... damn, boys, the wonders she could do with that thing. Tight as a fist. Never caught her name though."
Jeff flew from his chair, staggering to the table and standing there, staring at the man on the other side. "She got a tattoo on her inner lip right?"
The other guy smiled. "Yeah, how'd you ...?
Jeff clenched his teeth. "Cuz that's my girl." That said, he dove across the table, tackling the other man out of the chair and onto the ground.
Chris stood quickly, knowing full good and well that a bar fight was likely to break out. And that was when a fist impacted his jaw.
Fighting, fighting, flipping, spearing, breaking and lots of bleeding, Jericho and Jeff finally stumbled out of the bar, hobbling down the street to the sounds of distant sirens.
Battered and bruised, the two slowly walked up the stairs of their hotel, Jeff stopping outside his door. "I need to get my things."
Chris reached out, stopping him. "Let me go in with you."
Jeff smiled. "You always there for me, man." They walked in, Trish calmly turned her head, the other diva seemingly sleeping, but that wasn't to last.
"OH MY GOD!" Trish jumped to her feet, the redhead jostled awake then staring wide-eyed at the two. Trish ran to Jericho. "Chris, oh God, wha ..."
He hissed outstretching his hands to stop her. "Don't touch me ... I'm sore as fuck."
"Please," Trish begged. "Let me ... us help you."
Jeff eyed Chris. "I'm still staying with you tonight."
Chris nodded. "Fine, but let her fix up your bloody self."
Jeff watched Lita warily for a few moments before sighing and nodding, walking over to her, slipping something into his mouth and swallowing it.
Trish watched the display a moment then turned back to Chris. A black eye, split lip, bruised knuckles. He pulled the T-shirt over his head and she gasped at the large bruises on his ribs and back. "What happened to you?"
Chris winced as she pressed his abs slightly, leaving then coming back with some bandages a basin and an icepack. He clenched his teeth as she wiped his chest, abs and back. "Let's just say that Jeff and I had a little run in with a certain individual that led to one hell of a bar fight."
Trish dabbed the cloth over his eyes a moment then down a little, wiping the blood from his lip. "It looks a lot worse than it is. I just wish I can stay with you ... I'm so worried."
"I'll be all right." He said with a smile, kissing her softly. "I swear."
Jeff had basically the same wounds as Chris and Lita had him dressed around when Trish finished with Chris. Lita watched Jeff stand, pulling a clean shirt over his head, with much difficulty. She stood then, helping him pull the shirt over his wrapped ribs. She looked up at him, his hard sorrowful eyes piercing hers. "I'm so sorry." She breathed.
His heart broke at the tears in her eyes and he had to muster everything inside to keep his control. He couldn't forgive her. Couldn't let her back in. Couldn't cave to what she was making him feel. Resisting the urge to forgive her and kiss her breathless, he bowed his head, shouldering his bag and left.
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Chris lay in his bed, Jeff in the other, the Hardy tossing ... a lot. Chris sighed. "Can't sleep without her, huh?"
"Shut up!"
"I'm right. You need that girl more than you need air. Will you just admit it and find a way around this."
Jeff shifted in the bed. "I can't let her hurt me again."
"Does it hurt now?"
"Hell yeah."
"How much?"
"I wanna die."
"Don't you see." Chris said. "You love her that damn much. That's why it hurts like that ... cuz you love her."
Jeff scoffed. "Who are you to talk to me about love?"
Chris glared. "Just because I was a playboy, huh. Well fuck you, Jeff. I really love Trish ... I know I do. And just because I don't love every girl that I date doesn't mean I know NOTHING about that emotion. So don't you dare try to say that I know nothing of love."
Jeff sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just ... God, Chris, what if she does it again. What if she does something else to break my heart? I can't let that happen. I couldn't handle it."
"And you're handling it now? You call 'this' handling it. You are a nervous wreck. You look like you're about to kill yourself."
"I ... I ... I don't know."
"Look, did you take a good look at her. While you were exploding, I know it might have been hard because so much was rushing through you. But if you did ... Jeff, she was a mess. That girl is border line ... hell fuck border line. That girl is completely and totally torn to pieces. She's ripped apart and ... She loves you. She really does love you."
"I know." Jeff sat up, glancing out the darkened window. "I ... I have ... I've got to see her."
Chris smiled. "Just let me go get Trish." Five minutes later, Chris returned with a sleeping Trish Stratus in his arms.
Jeff snickered. "Isn't that a little hard to carry with bruised ribs?"
"Shove it." Chris forced out, laying her gently on the bed. "Now go ... get the hell outta here. I uhm ... forgot the keycard inside so you'll have to knock. But who cares, it's probably better she's awake for you anyway. Now go on ... get outta here."
Jeff shouldered his bag, leaving without a word.
As the door softly clicked closed, Chris settled in behind Trish, pulling the smaller blonde tightly against him. He smiled at her little hum when she nestled even further into him. She was just so deliriously delicious. Pushing his pain and discomfort to the side, he leaned into her, his lips ever so close to her ear, he whispered. "Trishy, I know you can hear me, love." He brushed his lips along the shell, relishing in her involuntary shiver. "I want to be your beach time lover." He turned her so she was facing him and he watched. Still sleeping. So pretty. She was just so ... perfect. He tucked some of that thick blonde hair behind her ear.
He couldn't help it. She just bewitched him. He closed his eyes, leaning in to kiss her lips. So softly and gently, nothing deep. One kiss, then another, then another. Slowly adoring her lips with his mouth. His heart raced as he felt her beginning to return his kisses. She placed her hand on his waist then trailed it around, pulling herself into him.
His eyes flew open and he hissed. Trish's eyes fluttered open to see loving blue looking down. "Hey, gorgeous." He said with some difficulty.
"LITA!" Trish bolted up, but Chris was so close to her, the force threw him off the bed and he landed hard on the ground on his side. His mouth opened in a silent scream, his eyes squeezed shut as he clutched his ribs.
"Oh God, Chris!" Trish dove to his side. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. ... I ..."
"It's all right." He said, forcing a smile. "Just help me ... up." She did so, him grabbing his ribs. "Damn it!" He flopped onto the bed, wincing. "Fuck."
"I'm sorry ... I'm so sorry. Oh, Chris."
"It's ok, Trish." He reached up, wiping the tear pricking from her eye. Was she crying? "It's ok, really. Serves me right anyway." He blushed. "Kissin you when you sleep, I guess I'd get freaked too."
She shook her head, cupping his face and kissing him. "Let me make it better." She mumbled against his lips. "Does it hurt a lot?"
He hummed, not letting her break the kiss completely yet, but finally letting her pull away. "Yeah. But I'm ok. Really. I swear."
Giving him a look of frank disbelief, she walked into the bathroom and he heard water running. After a few minutes she came back, a large steaming bath towel in her hand. "Roll on your stomach." He did as he was told, carefully pulling his shirt over his head. She placed the towel on his back, him jumping at the stark contrast in temperature, then sighed his content, relaxing in to the bed.
The towel cooled and she tossed it across the room. Sitting on his butt, she dribbled some warm goo on his back. He jumped but then her hands were on him, rubbing, caressing, so delicate but purposed. He melted into her touch, the slight scent and tingling turning his muscles to ooze. "Baby, what is that stuff?" his voice gruff and breathy.
"It's just some miracle goop I had prescribed to me for my shoulders and lower back. Isn't it amazing?"
"And how come you never let me put this on you?" his voice suggestive.
She smiled slightly. "Because you're a naughty boy and I don't trust you to keep your control. But, to be honest, my back hasn't been bothering me too much lately." After about ten minutes, his muscles stopped crunching; he was completely relaxed. "Roll over." She whispered, lifting off him slightly. "I should do both sides."
He flipped onto his back, watching her. She smiled, mischievously. "Poor Baby." Tracing a finger down his chest to his abs. She leaned down then, him gasping at the feel of her breath on his stomach. "I'll make it all better." Placing a few scattered kisses on his torso, she sat up onto his hips, flipping her hair as she squeezed some more goo on his abs. Her hands were on him again, massaging him, his pecks, sides all over.
He quickly reached up, stilling her wrists. "If you keep this up, we ... we are going to have a little problem."
She chuckled. "I wouldn't exactly call that a 'problem.'" She rubbed right down his chest to the waist of his pants, then rolling off to his side, cuddling in. "Just a minor inconvenience."
"Maybe minor for you. Quite painful for me."
She leaned up to him, her eyes on his, her lips right near his. "I'd take care of it for you, but ... I ... I'd probably hurt you."
"Promise? Cuz I got no problems with rough sex."
She kissed him softly, then snuggled back into his chest. "No, sweetie. You're injured. And I won't hurt you anymore than you are."
She said no more and he only lay there. His heart racing, the blood pumping through his body. He felt her breathing slow, her body relaxing. When he was sure she was in slumber, he eased off the bed, walking to the bathroom. He locked the door then stood in front of the toilet, looking down at himself. "This is betrayal, You." God, this was embarrassing, but he'd never get any sleep if he didn't get relief...at least in some way. She just felt so good. So soft and smooth and ... good.
Sighing, he spread his legs, placing a hand on the wall for support. "It's like high school all over again."
*** All right. The Jeff/Lita confrontation scene is next. And even though I COULD have posted it with this. Well that would have made a mighty long post and therefore opted to save that for Tuesday. SO! Review me, and I will stick to that post date. And yes, I am blackmailing you ... again.***