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, I am the King of Style. You've got to trust me." Christian said with a smile. "You two will have their mouths watering when I'm done with you."
Chris looked to Jeff but Jeff only shrugged. "Don't look at me, man. Last time he dressed me, I was in pink."
Christian raised a finger. "But you got laid that night."
"I was in pink."
"Laid."
"Pink."
"Laid."
"I WAS IN HIGHLIGHTER PINK!!!"
"Come on," Christian shot back. "Lita was all over you."
Jeff bit his lip, smiling to himself. "It was the best sex of my life that night." He nodded. "I'm so game."
Chris shook his head. "I'm probably going to regret this ... but all right."
"Excellent." Christian said. "Now onto the Salon."
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"Trust me, man. This has to go." Christian said, grabbing Jericho's out of control goatee. "And cut the hair. Short like mine.
"I don't know." Chris raked a hand through his locks. "I love my long hair."
"It'll grow back. Trish'll totally dig it, ok? Torrie loves mine. After I cut mine, Torrie couldn't keep her hands off me and still can't."
"Come on, Man." Jeff called from a chair across the room. "If I'm going platinum blonde, you can cut your hair."
"Yeah but you're also insane."
Jeff smiled. "I'm also getting laid. Plus ... Chicks dig lunatics."
"Not all chicks. Just yours." Jericho huffed, crossing his arms. "I like my hair."
Then Christian gave him ... the puppy pout.
"I LIKE MY HAIR."
...
"IT'S MINE. NOT JAY'S. NOT JEFF'S. MINE!!!"
...
"... I hate you."
Christian smiled. "STRAP HIM IN THE CHAIR!"
Chris shook his head. "Sounds like an electrocution."
Christian waved, calling one of the stylists over. "We know what we want. See we need him hot. Like sizzling hot. So I'm thinking we're keeping the side burns but trim them, shape them, you know. So he doesn't look so ratty."
"HEY!"
"Hair, short, longer on top and spiked kinda like mine. And that beard. Cut that hideous tangled rat's nest off."
"NOT OFF! If you guys are gonna fuck with everything else ... BEARD STAYS ON!"
Christian sighed. "Fine, not off. Just trimmed ... considerably."
Jericho followed the woman, making sure to call over his shoulder. "I hate you, you know."
"You'll be thankin me later."
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MEANWHILE ...
Torrie eyed the two divas before her. "Hair down for both. Guys love long hair down on girls. Something about running their fingers through it. Now one wears skirt, one wears pants, that way there's no real leg competition."
Trish and Lita looked at each other, Trish smiling brightly. "Jeff would die if you're in the skirt."
Lita smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'll take the skirt."
Torrie dumped out the contents of Lita's makeup bag, handing some black eye liner and mascara to the redhead. "That exotic thing you do is great. Do that. And Trish you pretty much go for your in ring makeup." Torrie spun, biting her thumbnail a moment then she spotted what she sought. Two shopping bags. Handing one to each diva, she giggled. "Outfits."
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Christian smiled, looking down at himself. Tight dark stone blue jeans, black boots, leather belt. Blue button down shirt, hung open, his bare chest and abs exposed, gold chains around his neck. Oh yeah, Torrie will love this. He slapped some cologne on his neck then rubbed his hands over his exposed torso. He smiled. "Damn, I'm hot."
"Modest, aren't we?"
Christian laughed. "You know it, Jeff. Now let's take a look at you." He turned, eyeing the younger Hardy from head to toe. Newly blonde ... very blonde hair, slicked back behind the ears, the tips barely touching the shoulders. A white guinea tee, an unbuttoned white shirt draped over his shoulders, short sleeved, his muscled chest and arms seemingly enhanced. Very loose pale beige khakis, hanging low on his hips. Christian smiled, slipping a pair of posh shades onto the Hardy's head. "There we go. Perfect. All right, Chris, you're next."
"Oh, I am so the MAN!" Chris emerged from the bathroom, his arms outstretched. His newly shortened hair, gelled and spiked, a tight red Tee shirt hugging every curve of his torso, a stylish black leather vest hung open off his shoulders. Tight Leather pants that looked like he was poured into and large soled black boots. "Ah man, Jeff, I'm lovin this. This idea of takin a week break from the girls was great. I'm so excited to see her."
Jeff nodded, sticking out his tongue. "You ink ee'll oh-ihce."
Christian laughed. "It'll be hard not to notice that when her tongue is down your throat."
Jeff smiled, looking at his pierced tongue. "Man, we left last Saturday afternoon, got it pierced two weeks before that. It's been a month, I'm all ready."
Chris shook his head. "I have no idea how you got away a month without kissing that girl. Much less why you'd want to."
"Easy man." Jeff started. "I fake a cold the first week, laryngitis the second, we were only guys this week and believe me I'm dying to kiss my girl."
Chris smiled. "She'll appreciate that you'll be kissing her again."
Christian slapped Jeff on the back. "Who you kidding. She'll be appreciating alotta things he'll be doing with that tongue tonight. Heh. Get it? Get it?"
Jeff rolled his eyes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Yeah. I get it, dude."
"Hey, guys." Chris called, clicking his cell phone shut. "The girls just called, said they'd meet us there. We ready?"
Christian gave himself a look in the mirror, rubbing some moisturizing lotion on his chest. "Oh I am soooo ready. Torrie will be all OVER me."
"No seriously, guys. Check this out." Jeff said pointing to his tongue and doing some strange trick.
Jericho squinted. "Oh man." He turned. "WE'RE LEAVING, JEFF!"
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"I don't know, Torrie." Trish said, looking at herself in the mirror. "Do you think he'll like?"
Torrie eyed the little blonde. Hair down, dark eyes. Tight shining dark blue pants that hugged all the right places. A low cut sleeveless shirt, black, tight and just enough cleavage. High heeled black boots, adding an extra few inches to the blondes height. Torrie smiled. "Believe me, he's male. He'll love. I just hope Jay likes mine."
Trish nodded. "He will." She smiled at the other blonde, tight white jeans, flare cut, a soft black boot peaking out. A tight powder blue shell, two silver chains around the neck. "He'll really love. COME ON, LI, LET'S GO!"
"Well what do you think?" All eyes focused on Lita. Her red hair slightly curled, rumbling over her shoulders. Tight sleeveless sheer top over a black bra, tight mid thigh length shimmering black leather skirt, fish net stockings and mid calf three inch boots. "Does it work?"
Torrie's jaw dropped. "Jeff is gonna die. I just hope you don't take our men away too."
"Oh stop." Lita blushed, looking at her stomach. "But he can't see it."
Trish bit her lip. "Are you really attached to that skirt?"
Lita shrugged. "I have hundreds."
"Good." Trish said with a smile, rushing to the bathroom and returning with a pair of scissors. "Now just don't flinch." Snipping, cutting trimming and not soon after a nice crescent was cut out the front of her shirt, just exposing enough of her abs, her newly pierced stomach, the silver/red jewel glimmering. "Vuola."
The two other women smiled. "Oh yeah, Jeff is gonna die." Torrie rushed them out the door. "But we're late. Let's go."
*** Well, I won't be near this computer for about a week, going away for a little while. So I'll post the club scene on Saturday or so. Even though being away, I will post the next chapter of Unstoppable, so my Jericho/Trish fans need not fear. 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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"Chris, I am the King of Style. You've got to trust me." Christian said with a smile. "You two will have their mouths watering when I'm done with you."
Chris looked to Jeff but Jeff only shrugged. "Don't look at me, man. Last time he dressed me, I was in pink."
Christian raised a finger. "But you got laid that night."
"I was in pink."
"Laid."
"Pink."
"Laid."
"I WAS IN HIGHLIGHTER PINK!!!"
"Come on," Christian shot back. "Lita was all over you."
Jeff bit his lip, smiling to himself. "It was the best sex of my life that night." He nodded. "I'm so game."
Chris shook his head. "I'm probably going to regret this ... but all right."
"Excellent." Christian said. "Now onto the Salon."
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"Trust me, man. This has to go." Christian said, grabbing Jericho's out of control goatee. "And cut the hair. Short like mine.
"I don't know." Chris raked a hand through his locks. "I love my long hair."
"It'll grow back. Trish'll totally dig it, ok? Torrie loves mine. After I cut mine, Torrie couldn't keep her hands off me and still can't."
"Come on, Man." Jeff called from a chair across the room. "If I'm going platinum blonde, you can cut your hair."
"Yeah but you're also insane."
Jeff smiled. "I'm also getting laid. Plus ... Chicks dig lunatics."
"Not all chicks. Just yours." Jericho huffed, crossing his arms. "I like my hair."
Then Christian gave him ... the puppy pout.
"I LIKE MY HAIR."
...
"IT'S MINE. NOT JAY'S. NOT JEFF'S. MINE!!!"
...
"... I hate you."
Christian smiled. "STRAP HIM IN THE CHAIR!"
Chris shook his head. "Sounds like an electrocution."
Christian waved, calling one of the stylists over. "We know what we want. See we need him hot. Like sizzling hot. So I'm thinking we're keeping the side burns but trim them, shape them, you know. So he doesn't look so ratty."
"HEY!"
"Hair, short, longer on top and spiked kinda like mine. And that beard. Cut that hideous tangled rat's nest off."
"NOT OFF! If you guys are gonna fuck with everything else ... BEARD STAYS ON!"
Christian sighed. "Fine, not off. Just trimmed ... considerably."
Jericho followed the woman, making sure to call over his shoulder. "I hate you, you know."
"You'll be thankin me later."
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MEANWHILE ...
Torrie eyed the two divas before her. "Hair down for both. Guys love long hair down on girls. Something about running their fingers through it. Now one wears skirt, one wears pants, that way there's no real leg competition."
Trish and Lita looked at each other, Trish smiling brightly. "Jeff would die if you're in the skirt."
Lita smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'll take the skirt."
Torrie dumped out the contents of Lita's makeup bag, handing some black eye liner and mascara to the redhead. "That exotic thing you do is great. Do that. And Trish you pretty much go for your in ring makeup." Torrie spun, biting her thumbnail a moment then she spotted what she sought. Two shopping bags. Handing one to each diva, she giggled. "Outfits."
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Christian smiled, looking down at himself. Tight dark stone blue jeans, black boots, leather belt. Blue button down shirt, hung open, his bare chest and abs exposed, gold chains around his neck. Oh yeah, Torrie will love this. He slapped some cologne on his neck then rubbed his hands over his exposed torso. He smiled. "Damn, I'm hot."
"Modest, aren't we?"
Christian laughed. "You know it, Jeff. Now let's take a look at you." He turned, eyeing the younger Hardy from head to toe. Newly blonde ... very blonde hair, slicked back behind the ears, the tips barely touching the shoulders. A white guinea tee, an unbuttoned white shirt draped over his shoulders, short sleeved, his muscled chest and arms seemingly enhanced. Very loose pale beige khakis, hanging low on his hips. Christian smiled, slipping a pair of posh shades onto the Hardy's head. "There we go. Perfect. All right, Chris, you're next."
"Oh, I am so the MAN!" Chris emerged from the bathroom, his arms outstretched. His newly shortened hair, gelled and spiked, a tight red Tee shirt hugging every curve of his torso, a stylish black leather vest hung open off his shoulders. Tight Leather pants that looked like he was poured into and large soled black boots. "Ah man, Jeff, I'm lovin this. This idea of takin a week break from the girls was great. I'm so excited to see her."
Jeff nodded, sticking out his tongue. "You ink ee'll oh-ihce."
Christian laughed. "It'll be hard not to notice that when her tongue is down your throat."
Jeff smiled, looking at his pierced tongue. "Man, we left last Saturday afternoon, got it pierced two weeks before that. It's been a month, I'm all ready."
Chris shook his head. "I have no idea how you got away a month without kissing that girl. Much less why you'd want to."
"Easy man." Jeff started. "I fake a cold the first week, laryngitis the second, we were only guys this week and believe me I'm dying to kiss my girl."
Chris smiled. "She'll appreciate that you'll be kissing her again."
Christian slapped Jeff on the back. "Who you kidding. She'll be appreciating alotta things he'll be doing with that tongue tonight. Heh. Get it? Get it?"
Jeff rolled his eyes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Yeah. I get it, dude."
"Hey, guys." Chris called, clicking his cell phone shut. "The girls just called, said they'd meet us there. We ready?"
Christian gave himself a look in the mirror, rubbing some moisturizing lotion on his chest. "Oh I am soooo ready. Torrie will be all OVER me."
"No seriously, guys. Check this out." Jeff said pointing to his tongue and doing some strange trick.
Jericho squinted. "Oh man." He turned. "WE'RE LEAVING, JEFF!"
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"I don't know, Torrie." Trish said, looking at herself in the mirror. "Do you think he'll like?"
Torrie eyed the little blonde. Hair down, dark eyes. Tight shining dark blue pants that hugged all the right places. A low cut sleeveless shirt, black, tight and just enough cleavage. High heeled black boots, adding an extra few inches to the blondes height. Torrie smiled. "Believe me, he's male. He'll love. I just hope Jay likes mine."
Trish nodded. "He will." She smiled at the other blonde, tight white jeans, flare cut, a soft black boot peaking out. A tight powder blue shell, two silver chains around the neck. "He'll really love. COME ON, LI, LET'S GO!"
"Well what do you think?" All eyes focused on Lita. Her red hair slightly curled, rumbling over her shoulders. Tight sleeveless sheer top over a black bra, tight mid thigh length shimmering black leather skirt, fish net stockings and mid calf three inch boots. "Does it work?"
Torrie's jaw dropped. "Jeff is gonna die. I just hope you don't take our men away too."
"Oh stop." Lita blushed, looking at her stomach. "But he can't see it."
Trish bit her lip. "Are you really attached to that skirt?"
Lita shrugged. "I have hundreds."
"Good." Trish said with a smile, rushing to the bathroom and returning with a pair of scissors. "Now just don't flinch." Snipping, cutting trimming and not soon after a nice crescent was cut out the front of her shirt, just exposing enough of her abs, her newly pierced stomach, the silver/red jewel glimmering. "Vuola."
The two other women smiled. "Oh yeah, Jeff is gonna die." Torrie rushed them out the door. "But we're late. Let's go."
*** Well, I won't be near this computer for about a week, going away for a little while. So I'll post the club scene on Saturday or so. Even though being away, I will post the next chapter of Unstoppable, so my Jericho/Trish fans need not fear. Peace out.***