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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Jeff rushed down the hall, skidding to a halt right outside his door. But what was he going to do? What would he say? Hell if he thought about this too much, he'd lose all nerve. He knocked.
Some scuffling, rustling and a thump, the door opened. Lita stood there, wide-eyed, a pair of boxers and one of his tee shirts, her hair pooling over her shoulders. "Je ..."
He cut her off, cupping her face and crushing his mouth to hers. Backing her into the room, he kicked the door shut, wrapping his arms around her as her knees gave way. When he couldn't breathe, he pulled away, panting. Their eyes locked, she was just as breathless. He kept his eyes intense. "I'm sorry."
The tears fell and she couldn't stop them. "Oh, Jeff. I'm so sorry. I ... I don't know what I was thinking. What I was doing. I ... I don't know how to fix this. Or even ... if ... if I could."
He wiped the tears from her eyes. "In the bar tonight. I saw him. Bragging about getting a hot lay the night before." He ducked his head. "I knew it was him. His physical description was ... was ... I started the bar fight." He blinked a few times. "He said that I called you hopeless and ... and while we were on the ground he said I ... I told you ... that ... that ..."
She covered his lips with her hand. "I don't want to know. I don't remember, and I like it like that." Her eyes skimmed his face then down his body. "Are you ok? You ... you look like you took quite a beating."
He nodded. "Yeah. I ... I'm kinda small compared to the other guys that were in there. I ... they broke a bottle over my head ... but I'm too thick skulled to pass out. I still have one nasty black eye." She cupped his head then, bringing him to her and kissing his bruising eye. He waited a moment then raised his hand. "And some bruised knuckles." She held his gaze as she kissed the knuckles on both his hands. His breath escaping erratically, he touched his lips. "And probably a swollen lip." She pulled his head down, her lips parting as she pressed them gently to his.
Standing on her toes, she pushed her forehead to his. "I don't know how to get you to trust me again. I don't ... I probably can't."
His eyes locked on hers. "Tell me you love me."
"I love you."
"Tell me exactly how you feel. Tell me I'm the only one."
She held his gaze, the intensity shaking her. "I love you. I ... I ... I can't describe what I feel. I ... I don't know ..." she pulled back, shaking her head. "I don't know what to say."
"Try. Try please. I have to hear something."
She blinked back her tears. "I ... I love you ... I ... I love you so much, it hurts." She put a fist on her chest. "It's like my chest is going to explode. And ... and every time I kiss you ... I don't want it to end. I want to kiss you forever. And every time we make love, I want it to last forever. I never want that completion ... cuz ... cuz that means you have to go. I ... I was in heaven last week, when ... when you stayed inside. You ... You had such a busy day and ... and you fell asleep on top of me ... when we finished and you ... you were still inside and ... it felt so beautiful."
She wiped her eyes. "And today was just so terrible. It was so much worse then anything. It wasn't the thought that I lost you either. It ... it was the pain and betrayal and raw ... I don't know. Everything I saw in your eyes. When you yelled at me to tell you I fucked another guy." He looked to the ceiling, she to the floor. "When you thought you were inadequate. Which you're not. Not in the least. There's nothing wrong with you and I never want to hear you say that there is. I ... I ... I completely broke when you pressed into my hand and I felt ... your ... your ...Then how you said how despite ..." she swallowed. "Despite seeing him with me you still wanted me ... still loved me."
She shook her head, viciously, her arms tensing and fists clenched. "I don't deserve that. I ... I wanted to die for hurting you so much. And I ... I didn't deserve your love or you from the start and ... I never deserved you. You were always too good for me. I ... I'm such a whore, I ... even seeing you here now ..." their eyes met. "And all that forgiveness in those eyes of yours ... I ... I don't deserve it." She looked away. "I ... I hurt you so much. I don't deserve you."
He took a step to her, his voice low. "This hurt more than when my mother died."
"Oh God," she buried her face in her hands. He stepped closer, tilting her chin up to look in her eyes. "Please," she begged. "Don't look at me like that. I don't deserve it."
He kept his gaze soft, smiling warmly. "And after everything I said to you, I don't deserve such love and devotion. You're not a whore." When she nodded, he shook his head. "No, you're not. A whore wouldn't feel the way you do." He tilted his head. "I forgive you. Will you forgive me?"
Shocked, she blinked a few times. "You have nothing that needs forgiven."
"Everything I said to you. Not letting you explain; not forgiving you before when you iced my eye. Forgive me, love. Please."
"Of course. Of course, Su ... you ... you're forgiven."
"Go ahead." He coaxed with a smile. "Call me your endearment."
She shook her head, keeping her eyes averted. "No, you ... you said ..."
"Forget what I said then. I love that name. I love when you call me 'Sugar.' Please." He tilted her chin up to look in her eyes.
She choked on her tears, reaching up to touch his cheek. "I ... I don't deserve you."
"Call me 'Sugar'."
She shook her head. "No. No, I don't deserve this. Your love or forgiveness." She turned from him, taking a few steps away. "You're supposed to be mad and angry and hate me and call me names and make me feel like shit. Not begging me to call you endearments. This isn't how it's supposed to be. You're supposed to leave me to ..."
"I'm not supposed to do anything. I do what I want to when I want to. I love who I want to and I forgive who I want to forgive. I love you and I forgive you. Baby, why can't you see that?"
"Because it's not supposed to be this way." She looked at him, fire in her eyes. "It's not supposed to be this simple. It ..."
"Well it is!" he basically hollered back. "Why can't you see that? I do as I please, I want what I want and nothing is going to change that. God, woman, I just want you too damn much to give you up."
Her passionate eyes locked on his for a moment, and in that split second, he thought she would just walk right up to him and jam her tongue down his throat. But she didn't. Instead she closed her eyes, ducking her head with a sigh. But that wasn't good enough for him.
Jeff stepped closer to her, gently pressing his forehead to hers. Keeping his actions slow and affectionate, he nuzzled her, nudging her with his nose and eventually settling his lips over hers. He kissed her so sweetly, licking softly at her lips, but she wouldn't kiss him back. Defeated he pulled away, slightly, his lips barely away from hers.
Locking eyes with him, Lita took a few moments, just looking at him. Unable to stop herself, she cupped his head, pulling him to her and kissing him soundly and fiercely. Jeff slumped against her momentarily, the passion catching him off guard, but it wasn't long before he started kissing her back just as feverishly.
Their tongues twining, she pushed flush against him, not wanting to let him go for fear that this all was a dream and he didn't really come back to her. He broke the kiss, despite her whimper of need. "Sleep in my arms tonight."
She licked her lips, trying to control her erratic breathing and nodded. He scooped her into his arms and laid her on the bed, crawling in next to her, spooning against her back as he settled further into the mattress and the woman in his arms.
*** And there she is. AWWWWWWWWW, isn't it sweet. Yeah so anyway, trust me. This story is a mighty long one. And because of that ... EVERYTHING ties in at some place. So be very sure to remember. And now review me. Come on ...... pwease. (Makes some sort of cutsie puppy face or something)***
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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Jeff rushed down the hall, skidding to a halt right outside his door. But what was he going to do? What would he say? Hell if he thought about this too much, he'd lose all nerve. He knocked.
Some scuffling, rustling and a thump, the door opened. Lita stood there, wide-eyed, a pair of boxers and one of his tee shirts, her hair pooling over her shoulders. "Je ..."
He cut her off, cupping her face and crushing his mouth to hers. Backing her into the room, he kicked the door shut, wrapping his arms around her as her knees gave way. When he couldn't breathe, he pulled away, panting. Their eyes locked, she was just as breathless. He kept his eyes intense. "I'm sorry."
The tears fell and she couldn't stop them. "Oh, Jeff. I'm so sorry. I ... I don't know what I was thinking. What I was doing. I ... I don't know how to fix this. Or even ... if ... if I could."
He wiped the tears from her eyes. "In the bar tonight. I saw him. Bragging about getting a hot lay the night before." He ducked his head. "I knew it was him. His physical description was ... was ... I started the bar fight." He blinked a few times. "He said that I called you hopeless and ... and while we were on the ground he said I ... I told you ... that ... that ..."
She covered his lips with her hand. "I don't want to know. I don't remember, and I like it like that." Her eyes skimmed his face then down his body. "Are you ok? You ... you look like you took quite a beating."
He nodded. "Yeah. I ... I'm kinda small compared to the other guys that were in there. I ... they broke a bottle over my head ... but I'm too thick skulled to pass out. I still have one nasty black eye." She cupped his head then, bringing him to her and kissing his bruising eye. He waited a moment then raised his hand. "And some bruised knuckles." She held his gaze as she kissed the knuckles on both his hands. His breath escaping erratically, he touched his lips. "And probably a swollen lip." She pulled his head down, her lips parting as she pressed them gently to his.
Standing on her toes, she pushed her forehead to his. "I don't know how to get you to trust me again. I don't ... I probably can't."
His eyes locked on hers. "Tell me you love me."
"I love you."
"Tell me exactly how you feel. Tell me I'm the only one."
She held his gaze, the intensity shaking her. "I love you. I ... I ... I can't describe what I feel. I ... I don't know ..." she pulled back, shaking her head. "I don't know what to say."
"Try. Try please. I have to hear something."
She blinked back her tears. "I ... I love you ... I ... I love you so much, it hurts." She put a fist on her chest. "It's like my chest is going to explode. And ... and every time I kiss you ... I don't want it to end. I want to kiss you forever. And every time we make love, I want it to last forever. I never want that completion ... cuz ... cuz that means you have to go. I ... I was in heaven last week, when ... when you stayed inside. You ... You had such a busy day and ... and you fell asleep on top of me ... when we finished and you ... you were still inside and ... it felt so beautiful."
She wiped her eyes. "And today was just so terrible. It was so much worse then anything. It wasn't the thought that I lost you either. It ... it was the pain and betrayal and raw ... I don't know. Everything I saw in your eyes. When you yelled at me to tell you I fucked another guy." He looked to the ceiling, she to the floor. "When you thought you were inadequate. Which you're not. Not in the least. There's nothing wrong with you and I never want to hear you say that there is. I ... I ... I completely broke when you pressed into my hand and I felt ... your ... your ...Then how you said how despite ..." she swallowed. "Despite seeing him with me you still wanted me ... still loved me."
She shook her head, viciously, her arms tensing and fists clenched. "I don't deserve that. I ... I wanted to die for hurting you so much. And I ... I didn't deserve your love or you from the start and ... I never deserved you. You were always too good for me. I ... I'm such a whore, I ... even seeing you here now ..." their eyes met. "And all that forgiveness in those eyes of yours ... I ... I don't deserve it." She looked away. "I ... I hurt you so much. I don't deserve you."
He took a step to her, his voice low. "This hurt more than when my mother died."
"Oh God," she buried her face in her hands. He stepped closer, tilting her chin up to look in her eyes. "Please," she begged. "Don't look at me like that. I don't deserve it."
He kept his gaze soft, smiling warmly. "And after everything I said to you, I don't deserve such love and devotion. You're not a whore." When she nodded, he shook his head. "No, you're not. A whore wouldn't feel the way you do." He tilted his head. "I forgive you. Will you forgive me?"
Shocked, she blinked a few times. "You have nothing that needs forgiven."
"Everything I said to you. Not letting you explain; not forgiving you before when you iced my eye. Forgive me, love. Please."
"Of course. Of course, Su ... you ... you're forgiven."
"Go ahead." He coaxed with a smile. "Call me your endearment."
She shook her head, keeping her eyes averted. "No, you ... you said ..."
"Forget what I said then. I love that name. I love when you call me 'Sugar.' Please." He tilted her chin up to look in her eyes.
She choked on her tears, reaching up to touch his cheek. "I ... I don't deserve you."
"Call me 'Sugar'."
She shook her head. "No. No, I don't deserve this. Your love or forgiveness." She turned from him, taking a few steps away. "You're supposed to be mad and angry and hate me and call me names and make me feel like shit. Not begging me to call you endearments. This isn't how it's supposed to be. You're supposed to leave me to ..."
"I'm not supposed to do anything. I do what I want to when I want to. I love who I want to and I forgive who I want to forgive. I love you and I forgive you. Baby, why can't you see that?"
"Because it's not supposed to be this way." She looked at him, fire in her eyes. "It's not supposed to be this simple. It ..."
"Well it is!" he basically hollered back. "Why can't you see that? I do as I please, I want what I want and nothing is going to change that. God, woman, I just want you too damn much to give you up."
Her passionate eyes locked on his for a moment, and in that split second, he thought she would just walk right up to him and jam her tongue down his throat. But she didn't. Instead she closed her eyes, ducking her head with a sigh. But that wasn't good enough for him.
Jeff stepped closer to her, gently pressing his forehead to hers. Keeping his actions slow and affectionate, he nuzzled her, nudging her with his nose and eventually settling his lips over hers. He kissed her so sweetly, licking softly at her lips, but she wouldn't kiss him back. Defeated he pulled away, slightly, his lips barely away from hers.
Locking eyes with him, Lita took a few moments, just looking at him. Unable to stop herself, she cupped his head, pulling him to her and kissing him soundly and fiercely. Jeff slumped against her momentarily, the passion catching him off guard, but it wasn't long before he started kissing her back just as feverishly.
Their tongues twining, she pushed flush against him, not wanting to let him go for fear that this all was a dream and he didn't really come back to her. He broke the kiss, despite her whimper of need. "Sleep in my arms tonight."
She licked her lips, trying to control her erratic breathing and nodded. He scooped her into his arms and laid her on the bed, crawling in next to her, spooning against her back as he settled further into the mattress and the woman in his arms.
*** And there she is. AWWWWWWWWW, isn't it sweet. Yeah so anyway, trust me. This story is a mighty long one. And because of that ... EVERYTHING ties in at some place. So be very sure to remember. And now review me. Come on ...... pwease. (Makes some sort of cutsie puppy face or something)***