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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The three women walked into the club. Flashing colored lights, smoky smell, music almost deafening. Trish leaned over to Torrie, the blonde stretching to look over the crowd. "Do you see them?"
"I see mine." Torrie said, "but I don't know where yours are. Two strange guys with Jay though." She smirked. "They look hot from behind, if it makes a difference."
After some weaving and hurdling, the three approached the bar, Torrie speaking first. "Now where is that really hot man from the other night?"
Christian smiled, spinning in his bar stool, his legs spread open, leaning back on his elbows on the counter. "That wouldn't happen to be me ... would it?"
Torrie licked her lips, her eyes scanning his body. "No, I don't think so. But you'll have to do."
His shirt hanging wide open, Christian laughed. "Well, I'm quite sure I'll make it worth your while."
Torrie leaned into her hip. "We'll see."
Christian smiled even brighter. "And I see you've brought two friends. I know I can take all three of you ladies to places you've never been before."
Torrie stepped between his legs, rubbing her hands over his chest abs then grabbed his waist. "I'm selfish. If you're coming with me, then I ain't sharing you."
"That's good to hear." Christian said then looked passed Torrie to the other two. "You girls look good enough to eat. I don't know where the guys went but these here are two friends of mine." Signaling to the men at either side of him. "Tony and Jacques. Take care of 'em guys. I'm off with my woman." He took Torrie's hand and then disappeared onto the dance floor.
Chris and Jeff had to restrain from laughing as the two women shifted nervously. Chris glanced back. "Heya, ladies," he did his best with an Italian New York accent. "I'm Tony. What's yo name?"
Trish ducked her head, embarrassed. "Uhm ... I ... I'm Trish and ... and this is my friend ... uhm ... Lita."
"Trish, huh." Chris said. "Dat's a pretty name. Like you. Real pretty, you know."
"Th ... Thanks." Trish squeaked out.
Chris chuckled. "You real cute too. Look why don't we go down dah bar a bit and ah can buy you a drink?"
"Actually, we're waiting for someone." Lita said, dryly.
"Awww don't worry bout it." Chris said. "I known Jay fuh years. Come ahn."
Trish sighed. "Uhm, alright but only until Chris gets here."
"Lead dah way toots." Chris said, following Trish a little further down the bar.
"Heh Heh." Jeff laughed, trying his best with a French accent. "Eh ... now that that silly American is gone. Bonjour. My name is Jacques."
"Hi, Jacques." Lita said, indifferently. "But I'm waiting for someone."
"Ahhhh. Oui, oui. Most uh ... likely a boyfriend, no? A girl as fabulously beautiful as you most likely has a boyfriend."
"Yes, yes actually, he is my boyfriend."
"Tell me, mademoiselle, do you lahve him?"
Lita looked at his back, confused. "Do I what?"
He didn't turn. "Lahve, Lahve. Like wish to be wit him all de time and wish for him to take you to bed. Make lahve. Do you lahve him?"
"Yes, I do."
"Ahhhhh. I bet dat he lahves you too. Have eh ... Have you ever been wit a Frenchman. We know how to lahve a woman."
"Look," Lita said curtly. "I don't know what it's like in France, but American women are not that easy to pick up ... especially when they're already seeing someone. So if you'd ex ..."
"I'm sorry." Jeff said quickly, not wanting her to walk away. "I am ... not used to dis country yet. Or to the women that live here. Please forgive me. I'm terribly sorry for offending you. Please sit down, let me buy you a drink while you wait for your uh boyfriend."
Lita sighed. "Thanks, Jacques. It's ok." She sat down. The bartender came by. "Just beer please." He nodded, giving her a bottle.
Jeff smiled, keeping his head down and slightly turned. "Please forgive me, but you are very beautiful. Your boyfriend is a lucky man."
Lita blushed. "Thanks. And don't worry. It's alright." She eyed him a moment. "Why won't you look at me?" It was so dark, even sitting in the seat next, she couldn't see him.
When she reached out to turn his head, he just pulled away slightly. "Please do not. I am ... embarrassed by my looks ... especially wit someone as beautiful as you. I am not very ... how do you say ... attractive."
She shrugged. "Looks aren't everything. At least not to women."
He chuckled. "Zhat is comforting, but zhey still matter. I remember, some time ago and the girl I lahved said that I didn't look good enough for her. I was young, barely eighteen. Her words have been stuck in my brain evah since. I can not help but feel that way for every woman I meet." Damn was he good at this accent, however bringing up such things from his past, still hurt. And he probably couldn't keep the choke from his voice.
"They said the same about me in high school." Lita said, not sure why she was opening up to a stranger, but just that it somehow felt right. "They said I was goofy and too athletic, that I could never be pretty. I suppose that in a way they were right but ..."
"Don't you say that." His voice fierce. "You are very beautiful." He ducked his head. "One of the most beautiful girls I seen." She looked at him, wide eyed but he looked further away. "I am sorry. Did I ... eh ... I was too bold, no?"
"No," she said, softly. "It was very nice. Thank you."
It hurt Jeff that she was so easy, so relaxed with this 'stranger' but he also ... just couldn't bring himself to stop. "Will you dahnce with me?"
"What?"
"Dahnce, Dahnce. Your boyfriend can't get too angered at dahncing. Please, it has been so long since I've dahnced wit a woman."
"If you knew my boyfriend, you'd know how easy going he is." She finished her beer then grabbed his hand, giving a comforting squeeze. "Come." And he followed her onto the dance floor.
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"Hey babe, dis is good righ here." Chris pulled Trish into a small booth, sitting next to her. "Relax, honey, I ain't gonna do nuttin."
She smiled, bashfully, keeping her head down. "I'm sorry. I'm just not very good with strangers."
He chuckled. "That's ok. I'm not too good with people in general."
"Trish." The two looked up, spotting a tall blonde man, big build and brown eyes. "Trish Stratus?"
Trish nodded. "Yeah, that's me, do I know you?"
The guy smiled. "Yeah come on. It's me. Harry. Harry Jacobson. You remember me?"
Trish froze up. "I remember you. How've you been?"
Harry smiled. "Hey guys. Check this." Three guys came up and Harry pointed at Trish. "This is the one I was telling you about. The porn star I dated." The guys laughed while the two wrestlers glared. "Let me tell you, we had some good times, didn't we, Trish. The sex was through the ROOF!"
Trish ducked her head and Chris jumped to his feet. "Look, I suggest you get the hell outta here before I make you." Chris's accent gone. Trish looked up at them, confused at the voice she recognized.
Harry laughed. "What, are you dating the little slut? Just remember about a hundred guys loosened her up before you. See if you can even tell if you're inside her. Bring that home to Mom."
Chris ground his teeth, looking up at the larger man. "Oh you so going down." He recoiled, jumping and punching Harry square across the jaw, the man flying back and landing on the floor.
Grabbing his jaw, Harry stood, angry.
Chris raised a finger. "Hang on." He pointed to Jeff. "That guy." Then to Christian. "And that guy." Then to himself. "We kick the shit outta people for a living. You mess with me, you mess with them. And believe me, we aren't afraid to do anything."
Harry growled. "Come on, guys. We'll leave him to his whore."
Chris glared at them a good long while as they disappeared into the crowd, then with a sigh, fell into the booth beside Trish. She turned his head with a single finger and he kept his eyes low. "I'm so sorry, Trishy. I was just playing along with what Jay set up and I couldn't not punch him ... speaking of which ..." he shook his hand. "OW!"
"Chris?"
Reluctantly, he looked up at her. "Look I'm so ..."
She cupped his face, crushing her lips to his, cutting off anything he might say as her tongue forced its way into his mouth, and he let out a growl. After a few moments, she slowed the embrace, pulling away only slightly and resting her forehead to his. "No one has ever done something like that for me before. You stuck up for me. I ... I ... I can't believe you defended me like that."
"You're my girl. Nobody talk about my girl like that. Cuz if they do ... they're so going down and down hard."
She smiled, pulling back slightly and reaching up, tracing over his brow, down his scratchy side burns then to his trimmed goatee. Her eyes skimming his face. "God, it really is you."
"The one and only." His smile fell slightly. "Do you like?" his voice somewhat nervous.
Trish scanned his body, her eyes resting on his face and hair, then on his chest then abs then groin ... lingering there a moment then back up again. "I love it." She reached over, pinching his chin and bringing him to her to kiss him softly. His eyes closed as she kissed him again, a little deeper. Again, deeper. Again, deeper still.
He turned his head; an even deeper kiss and he pulled her into his lap, she straddling him pressed right to his chest. She lifted up onto her knees, raking her fingers through his newly shortened hair, and he growled, trailing his hands down her back, over her ass, then gripping the backs of her thighs, pulling her right into him. After quite possibly the deepest kiss of his life, she pulled back, panting and biting her slightly swollen bottom lip. "So that's a yes. I love the new look."
He watched her, grinning, then he laughed. "I like the way you say 'YES!'"
She giggled, draping her arms over his shoulders. "So what about me ... do you like?"
He glanced down at the front of his pants then up at her. "Uhm ... can't you tell?"
She gave him a seductive smile, scooching closer to him, bringing her hips right over his as she sat high in his lap then ever so slightly rolled her hips. "Hmmm ... I think I feel something ... but I'm not too sure."
He cocked a brow at her, restraining the hiss he wanted to emit at her actions. "You think you can feel ... huh?" He ran his hands down her back, then up under her shirt, massaging the skin and muscle of her lower back. "Maybe I'll just have to show you how I say yes."
That said, he pulled her flush against him, her hips bumping into his and she gasped at the feel. He was quick, nudging her slightly and latching onto the side of her neck, his mouth, teeth and tongue assaulting, marking, loving the skin that he found.
Trish's body jerked slightly. "Oh God." And her hands reflexively came up and held his head to her.
"You like?" he mumbled.
"Don't stop." She breathed. And Chris obeyed, going back to adoring her neck, throat and lips.
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Lita pulled Jeff to the middle of the dance floor, when she would turn, he stopped her. "Please. Don't look at me. Stay like ziis."
"I don't care what you look like."
"My looks don't compliment yours. Please ... stay." Carefully, Jeff pressed against her from behind, resting one hand on her hip, snaking the other around her waist and resting the open palm on her thigh, his fingers gripping the insides of her very very upper thigh. She tensed and he began a slow rhythm, bring his head close to her neck, the scruff of his goatee brushing the smooth skin there. Heh, he didn't have that the last time she saw him.
She was stiff at first but eventually, she relaxed and as she matched his rhythm, she reached around his waist, holding him to her. He gripped her then easing his hand forward, pausing when he felt her naval ring. She hissed, reaching up with her other arm, wrapping it around his neck and she leaned back to whisper in his ear. "Careful, I got it not long ago, it's still tender. He has one so I ... I got one too."
Jeff smiled. "Oui? I did zee same." He took a chance, ducking his head a little lower and kissing her neck. She gasped at the initial contact and shivered when she felt his tongue and the stud on her skin, unable to contain a little moan. "I want to kiss you." He breathed into her ear.
"I can't." she said, shakily. "I have a boyf ... Oh God, but you wear his cologne."
He smirked, chuckling softly. "Please, just pretend I am him. Kiss me, my dahling."
She leaned back into him. "That depends ... is this Jacques ... or Jeff?"
Jeff pulled back, looking at her wide-eyed. A knowing suggestive smile on her face and he blinked, unbelieving. "But ... how ... you ... you didn't see ..."
She smiled ever so beautifully and pulled at his neck, twisting her body slightly and kissing him, as deeply and soundly as she could. He pulled her tighter into him, hooking his head for better access and both groaned as the kiss went on, not only their tongues, but their piercings crashing together. She kept her kiss gentle though despite the intensity, she knew his mouth would still be sensitive. Breaking the kiss, she tried to turn in his arms, but he held her tighter.
"No." He commanded, his sweet Carolina drawl returning. "I like you like this." He trailed a hand lower, continuing to grind. He rested a hand on her thigh, teasing the holes of her stockings and pressing his hips even further into hers. "I love all of this."
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, running her hands over his arms then resting them over his, slipping her fingers between, entwining them with his, just holding him. She tilted her head back. "I love the hair, I love the beard, I'm tempted to just ... screw you right here on the dance floor, you look so sexy in those clothes I just want to rip them right off that body of yours. And for the tongue ring ... believe me, we'll be having fun with that later."
He chuckled, nibbling at her neck a moment. "I love the shirt, love the stockings and that skirt, Baby it's making me nuts." For emphasis, he pulled her even further into him, she moaning at the feel. Damn he loved it when she did that. "The naval ring is so unbelievably sexy and I'm about two shreds from just fucking you senseless right here, right now ... where everyone can just watch for all I care."
She eyed him. "Really." And they danced a while longer, enjoying the grind, the caress of the other. Their hands mobile, hips gyrating, lips meeting on rare occasion. Yearning to feel more of him, she turned, her arms around his neck as he put his leg between hers. Their eyes met and he grinned slyly.
He put his hands on her waist, squeezing slightly then he dropped to one knee, blowing a cold stream of air onto her stomach. Carefully, he kissed her naval ring, the tip of his tongue playing with it ever so gently. She gasped, her stomach dropping and she cupped his head, pulling him up. He poked his tongue into her belly button then complied, standing and pulling her hips right into his. Slowly grinding again, he kissed her. "How did you know it was me?"
"I didn't at first. That is until we started dancing." Her voice a little raspy. "You'd think I'd know the moves and rhythm ... the touch of the man I love." He didn't respond and she bit her lip, nervously. "Everything you said ... as ... as Jacques. Do you really think like that? About yourself ... was that Jeff speaking?"
Jeff sighed, his warm breath on her ear chilling her. "I never thought that I deserved you. Never thought I was attractive. Always thought you were outta my league and you're just so much better than I ever deserved." He pulled her close, hugging her right against him, his head buried in her hair as he continued whispering in her ear. "And I do think that you're beautiful. You take my breath away. Sometimes ... I'll even forget to breathe, because I just can't believe ... that you're mine."
Lita placed her hands on his neck, just holding him lightly as she pushed back and then looked at him, right into his eyes. And she just looked at him.
He sniffed a moment, licking his lips, nervously. "You ... You are mine? Aren't you ... Baby?"
She smiled. "Oh Sugar, you better believe it." And she hugged him close, dancing.
*** I was going to break this one into two parts ... but since I've been gone for a long while, I figure I'd post more. So here it is ... and following this scene, to come we have what follows the evening ... with Christian and Torrie.***
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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The three women walked into the club. Flashing colored lights, smoky smell, music almost deafening. Trish leaned over to Torrie, the blonde stretching to look over the crowd. "Do you see them?"
"I see mine." Torrie said, "but I don't know where yours are. Two strange guys with Jay though." She smirked. "They look hot from behind, if it makes a difference."
After some weaving and hurdling, the three approached the bar, Torrie speaking first. "Now where is that really hot man from the other night?"
Christian smiled, spinning in his bar stool, his legs spread open, leaning back on his elbows on the counter. "That wouldn't happen to be me ... would it?"
Torrie licked her lips, her eyes scanning his body. "No, I don't think so. But you'll have to do."
His shirt hanging wide open, Christian laughed. "Well, I'm quite sure I'll make it worth your while."
Torrie leaned into her hip. "We'll see."
Christian smiled even brighter. "And I see you've brought two friends. I know I can take all three of you ladies to places you've never been before."
Torrie stepped between his legs, rubbing her hands over his chest abs then grabbed his waist. "I'm selfish. If you're coming with me, then I ain't sharing you."
"That's good to hear." Christian said then looked passed Torrie to the other two. "You girls look good enough to eat. I don't know where the guys went but these here are two friends of mine." Signaling to the men at either side of him. "Tony and Jacques. Take care of 'em guys. I'm off with my woman." He took Torrie's hand and then disappeared onto the dance floor.
Chris and Jeff had to restrain from laughing as the two women shifted nervously. Chris glanced back. "Heya, ladies," he did his best with an Italian New York accent. "I'm Tony. What's yo name?"
Trish ducked her head, embarrassed. "Uhm ... I ... I'm Trish and ... and this is my friend ... uhm ... Lita."
"Trish, huh." Chris said. "Dat's a pretty name. Like you. Real pretty, you know."
"Th ... Thanks." Trish squeaked out.
Chris chuckled. "You real cute too. Look why don't we go down dah bar a bit and ah can buy you a drink?"
"Actually, we're waiting for someone." Lita said, dryly.
"Awww don't worry bout it." Chris said. "I known Jay fuh years. Come ahn."
Trish sighed. "Uhm, alright but only until Chris gets here."
"Lead dah way toots." Chris said, following Trish a little further down the bar.
"Heh Heh." Jeff laughed, trying his best with a French accent. "Eh ... now that that silly American is gone. Bonjour. My name is Jacques."
"Hi, Jacques." Lita said, indifferently. "But I'm waiting for someone."
"Ahhhh. Oui, oui. Most uh ... likely a boyfriend, no? A girl as fabulously beautiful as you most likely has a boyfriend."
"Yes, yes actually, he is my boyfriend."
"Tell me, mademoiselle, do you lahve him?"
Lita looked at his back, confused. "Do I what?"
He didn't turn. "Lahve, Lahve. Like wish to be wit him all de time and wish for him to take you to bed. Make lahve. Do you lahve him?"
"Yes, I do."
"Ahhhhh. I bet dat he lahves you too. Have eh ... Have you ever been wit a Frenchman. We know how to lahve a woman."
"Look," Lita said curtly. "I don't know what it's like in France, but American women are not that easy to pick up ... especially when they're already seeing someone. So if you'd ex ..."
"I'm sorry." Jeff said quickly, not wanting her to walk away. "I am ... not used to dis country yet. Or to the women that live here. Please forgive me. I'm terribly sorry for offending you. Please sit down, let me buy you a drink while you wait for your uh boyfriend."
Lita sighed. "Thanks, Jacques. It's ok." She sat down. The bartender came by. "Just beer please." He nodded, giving her a bottle.
Jeff smiled, keeping his head down and slightly turned. "Please forgive me, but you are very beautiful. Your boyfriend is a lucky man."
Lita blushed. "Thanks. And don't worry. It's alright." She eyed him a moment. "Why won't you look at me?" It was so dark, even sitting in the seat next, she couldn't see him.
When she reached out to turn his head, he just pulled away slightly. "Please do not. I am ... embarrassed by my looks ... especially wit someone as beautiful as you. I am not very ... how do you say ... attractive."
She shrugged. "Looks aren't everything. At least not to women."
He chuckled. "Zhat is comforting, but zhey still matter. I remember, some time ago and the girl I lahved said that I didn't look good enough for her. I was young, barely eighteen. Her words have been stuck in my brain evah since. I can not help but feel that way for every woman I meet." Damn was he good at this accent, however bringing up such things from his past, still hurt. And he probably couldn't keep the choke from his voice.
"They said the same about me in high school." Lita said, not sure why she was opening up to a stranger, but just that it somehow felt right. "They said I was goofy and too athletic, that I could never be pretty. I suppose that in a way they were right but ..."
"Don't you say that." His voice fierce. "You are very beautiful." He ducked his head. "One of the most beautiful girls I seen." She looked at him, wide eyed but he looked further away. "I am sorry. Did I ... eh ... I was too bold, no?"
"No," she said, softly. "It was very nice. Thank you."
It hurt Jeff that she was so easy, so relaxed with this 'stranger' but he also ... just couldn't bring himself to stop. "Will you dahnce with me?"
"What?"
"Dahnce, Dahnce. Your boyfriend can't get too angered at dahncing. Please, it has been so long since I've dahnced wit a woman."
"If you knew my boyfriend, you'd know how easy going he is." She finished her beer then grabbed his hand, giving a comforting squeeze. "Come." And he followed her onto the dance floor.
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"Hey babe, dis is good righ here." Chris pulled Trish into a small booth, sitting next to her. "Relax, honey, I ain't gonna do nuttin."
She smiled, bashfully, keeping her head down. "I'm sorry. I'm just not very good with strangers."
He chuckled. "That's ok. I'm not too good with people in general."
"Trish." The two looked up, spotting a tall blonde man, big build and brown eyes. "Trish Stratus?"
Trish nodded. "Yeah, that's me, do I know you?"
The guy smiled. "Yeah come on. It's me. Harry. Harry Jacobson. You remember me?"
Trish froze up. "I remember you. How've you been?"
Harry smiled. "Hey guys. Check this." Three guys came up and Harry pointed at Trish. "This is the one I was telling you about. The porn star I dated." The guys laughed while the two wrestlers glared. "Let me tell you, we had some good times, didn't we, Trish. The sex was through the ROOF!"
Trish ducked her head and Chris jumped to his feet. "Look, I suggest you get the hell outta here before I make you." Chris's accent gone. Trish looked up at them, confused at the voice she recognized.
Harry laughed. "What, are you dating the little slut? Just remember about a hundred guys loosened her up before you. See if you can even tell if you're inside her. Bring that home to Mom."
Chris ground his teeth, looking up at the larger man. "Oh you so going down." He recoiled, jumping and punching Harry square across the jaw, the man flying back and landing on the floor.
Grabbing his jaw, Harry stood, angry.
Chris raised a finger. "Hang on." He pointed to Jeff. "That guy." Then to Christian. "And that guy." Then to himself. "We kick the shit outta people for a living. You mess with me, you mess with them. And believe me, we aren't afraid to do anything."
Harry growled. "Come on, guys. We'll leave him to his whore."
Chris glared at them a good long while as they disappeared into the crowd, then with a sigh, fell into the booth beside Trish. She turned his head with a single finger and he kept his eyes low. "I'm so sorry, Trishy. I was just playing along with what Jay set up and I couldn't not punch him ... speaking of which ..." he shook his hand. "OW!"
"Chris?"
Reluctantly, he looked up at her. "Look I'm so ..."
She cupped his face, crushing her lips to his, cutting off anything he might say as her tongue forced its way into his mouth, and he let out a growl. After a few moments, she slowed the embrace, pulling away only slightly and resting her forehead to his. "No one has ever done something like that for me before. You stuck up for me. I ... I ... I can't believe you defended me like that."
"You're my girl. Nobody talk about my girl like that. Cuz if they do ... they're so going down and down hard."
She smiled, pulling back slightly and reaching up, tracing over his brow, down his scratchy side burns then to his trimmed goatee. Her eyes skimming his face. "God, it really is you."
"The one and only." His smile fell slightly. "Do you like?" his voice somewhat nervous.
Trish scanned his body, her eyes resting on his face and hair, then on his chest then abs then groin ... lingering there a moment then back up again. "I love it." She reached over, pinching his chin and bringing him to her to kiss him softly. His eyes closed as she kissed him again, a little deeper. Again, deeper. Again, deeper still.
He turned his head; an even deeper kiss and he pulled her into his lap, she straddling him pressed right to his chest. She lifted up onto her knees, raking her fingers through his newly shortened hair, and he growled, trailing his hands down her back, over her ass, then gripping the backs of her thighs, pulling her right into him. After quite possibly the deepest kiss of his life, she pulled back, panting and biting her slightly swollen bottom lip. "So that's a yes. I love the new look."
He watched her, grinning, then he laughed. "I like the way you say 'YES!'"
She giggled, draping her arms over his shoulders. "So what about me ... do you like?"
He glanced down at the front of his pants then up at her. "Uhm ... can't you tell?"
She gave him a seductive smile, scooching closer to him, bringing her hips right over his as she sat high in his lap then ever so slightly rolled her hips. "Hmmm ... I think I feel something ... but I'm not too sure."
He cocked a brow at her, restraining the hiss he wanted to emit at her actions. "You think you can feel ... huh?" He ran his hands down her back, then up under her shirt, massaging the skin and muscle of her lower back. "Maybe I'll just have to show you how I say yes."
That said, he pulled her flush against him, her hips bumping into his and she gasped at the feel. He was quick, nudging her slightly and latching onto the side of her neck, his mouth, teeth and tongue assaulting, marking, loving the skin that he found.
Trish's body jerked slightly. "Oh God." And her hands reflexively came up and held his head to her.
"You like?" he mumbled.
"Don't stop." She breathed. And Chris obeyed, going back to adoring her neck, throat and lips.
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Lita pulled Jeff to the middle of the dance floor, when she would turn, he stopped her. "Please. Don't look at me. Stay like ziis."
"I don't care what you look like."
"My looks don't compliment yours. Please ... stay." Carefully, Jeff pressed against her from behind, resting one hand on her hip, snaking the other around her waist and resting the open palm on her thigh, his fingers gripping the insides of her very very upper thigh. She tensed and he began a slow rhythm, bring his head close to her neck, the scruff of his goatee brushing the smooth skin there. Heh, he didn't have that the last time she saw him.
She was stiff at first but eventually, she relaxed and as she matched his rhythm, she reached around his waist, holding him to her. He gripped her then easing his hand forward, pausing when he felt her naval ring. She hissed, reaching up with her other arm, wrapping it around his neck and she leaned back to whisper in his ear. "Careful, I got it not long ago, it's still tender. He has one so I ... I got one too."
Jeff smiled. "Oui? I did zee same." He took a chance, ducking his head a little lower and kissing her neck. She gasped at the initial contact and shivered when she felt his tongue and the stud on her skin, unable to contain a little moan. "I want to kiss you." He breathed into her ear.
"I can't." she said, shakily. "I have a boyf ... Oh God, but you wear his cologne."
He smirked, chuckling softly. "Please, just pretend I am him. Kiss me, my dahling."
She leaned back into him. "That depends ... is this Jacques ... or Jeff?"
Jeff pulled back, looking at her wide-eyed. A knowing suggestive smile on her face and he blinked, unbelieving. "But ... how ... you ... you didn't see ..."
She smiled ever so beautifully and pulled at his neck, twisting her body slightly and kissing him, as deeply and soundly as she could. He pulled her tighter into him, hooking his head for better access and both groaned as the kiss went on, not only their tongues, but their piercings crashing together. She kept her kiss gentle though despite the intensity, she knew his mouth would still be sensitive. Breaking the kiss, she tried to turn in his arms, but he held her tighter.
"No." He commanded, his sweet Carolina drawl returning. "I like you like this." He trailed a hand lower, continuing to grind. He rested a hand on her thigh, teasing the holes of her stockings and pressing his hips even further into hers. "I love all of this."
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, running her hands over his arms then resting them over his, slipping her fingers between, entwining them with his, just holding him. She tilted her head back. "I love the hair, I love the beard, I'm tempted to just ... screw you right here on the dance floor, you look so sexy in those clothes I just want to rip them right off that body of yours. And for the tongue ring ... believe me, we'll be having fun with that later."
He chuckled, nibbling at her neck a moment. "I love the shirt, love the stockings and that skirt, Baby it's making me nuts." For emphasis, he pulled her even further into him, she moaning at the feel. Damn he loved it when she did that. "The naval ring is so unbelievably sexy and I'm about two shreds from just fucking you senseless right here, right now ... where everyone can just watch for all I care."
She eyed him. "Really." And they danced a while longer, enjoying the grind, the caress of the other. Their hands mobile, hips gyrating, lips meeting on rare occasion. Yearning to feel more of him, she turned, her arms around his neck as he put his leg between hers. Their eyes met and he grinned slyly.
He put his hands on her waist, squeezing slightly then he dropped to one knee, blowing a cold stream of air onto her stomach. Carefully, he kissed her naval ring, the tip of his tongue playing with it ever so gently. She gasped, her stomach dropping and she cupped his head, pulling him up. He poked his tongue into her belly button then complied, standing and pulling her hips right into his. Slowly grinding again, he kissed her. "How did you know it was me?"
"I didn't at first. That is until we started dancing." Her voice a little raspy. "You'd think I'd know the moves and rhythm ... the touch of the man I love." He didn't respond and she bit her lip, nervously. "Everything you said ... as ... as Jacques. Do you really think like that? About yourself ... was that Jeff speaking?"
Jeff sighed, his warm breath on her ear chilling her. "I never thought that I deserved you. Never thought I was attractive. Always thought you were outta my league and you're just so much better than I ever deserved." He pulled her close, hugging her right against him, his head buried in her hair as he continued whispering in her ear. "And I do think that you're beautiful. You take my breath away. Sometimes ... I'll even forget to breathe, because I just can't believe ... that you're mine."
Lita placed her hands on his neck, just holding him lightly as she pushed back and then looked at him, right into his eyes. And she just looked at him.
He sniffed a moment, licking his lips, nervously. "You ... You are mine? Aren't you ... Baby?"
She smiled. "Oh Sugar, you better believe it." And she hugged him close, dancing.
*** I was going to break this one into two parts ... but since I've been gone for a long while, I figure I'd post more. So here it is ... and following this scene, to come we have what follows the evening ... with Christian and Torrie.***