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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Christian quickly opened his hotel door, leading Torrie inside, kicking it shut. Spinning her, desperate for her, he yanked her to him, kissing her feverishly. With urgency he held her, his mouth assaulting hers and he emitted a rumble when she pushed his head back slightly. "What?" he panted.
She licked her lips. "Jay, do you love me?"
"You know I do." His mouth was on hers again.
She couldn't help but return the kiss. But soon, she shook her head, pushing him back again. "Wait." She tried to control her breathing. "Can we make love tonight?"
Confused, he cocked his head. "Don't we usually?"
"Not like the other times." She said breathless. "Usually it's just fucking." He flinched a moment but she grabbed his hand, squeezing it comfortingly. "Not that I'm complaining. The sex is absolutely amazing. But tonight, I want more." She blushed. "I want to make love."
He held her gaze. A good long while, as if not only searching her but himself as well. She licked her lips again, shifting her weight as if almost afraid that she requested such a thing. Well, it couldn't be that hard to give her what she asked ... right?
Christian cupped her face, slowly bringing her closer to him. Her eyes fluttered shut and he placed a sweet slow kiss on her one eyelid, then keeping that excruciating pace, kissed the other. Softly, then trailing kisses down her cheeks, her lips parting in a sigh when she felt his mouth over hers. He kissed her lips, not deep, just seductively licking her lip then sealing his around it. Again, and again, until he felt her trembling with each touch.
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*** Christian opened his eyes a few minutes later, his breathing still heavy. Taking a moment, he smiled at the feel of her hands caressing his back. She was whispering something, but he couldn't understand her. He didn't care though, her lips were so close to his ear, kissing wherever she could. Lifting up onto shaky arms, he looked down at her. "Hiya."
Torrie smiled, brushing her fingers over his cheeks, her eyes skimming his face. "Hey." She kissed him. "I didn't know you could do that."
"That makes two of us." He carefully eased out of her, lying at her side.
She laughed, pulling the sheets down and tucking them in, snuggling up against him, her arm draped over his waist. "Thank you." She mumbled, her head ducked.
He looked down at her, his hands rubbing her back. "I shoulda done it a long time ago." He bent his head, kissing her, using the action to tilt her head up and he deepened the kiss. "Try to get some sleep.
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Torrie's eyes slowly opened. Strange she didn't remember falling asleep. She bit her lower lip when she noticed Christian wasn't there. She rolled over, spotting the clock. 3AM. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up, holding the sheet to her chest. The blinds to the balcony were completely drawn, the sliding glass door open, and Christian leaning against the stone railing in his boxers. Concerned, she rose, wrapping the sheet around her chest, letting the rest hang. Holding it to herself, she padded to the door, pausing when she heard him speak.
"Yeah so I don't usually do this. But I don't know what else to do. Every time I'm with a girl, I always fall for her, and every time, she breaks my heart. Cheated, broke up, left, let's be friends, whatever. So when I started dating Torrie, I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love with her. And ... I didn't. We'd have a blast, go out, do whatever, you know. I cared about her even loved her just wasn't IN love with her. And then tonight ... she wanted to make love. I thought I'd be able to do it without falling for her."
He sighed. "I was wrong. You know I was doing good too. Up until I entered her. God, the way she reacted to me, the look on her face, the ... the ... everything. I tried to fight it, but I couldn't. Each thrust I fell harder and harder for her. Like ever time I was fully seated, just her moans of pleasure or how my name just rolled off her tongue, coaxing, begging for more and I ..." he slammed his fist onto the railing then shook out his hand. "Damn it, ok, stupid, I get your point."
He tilted his head back, looking up. "You know, God, the ... I've never felt this strongly about a girl before. It all hit me at once and I'm ... I don't know what I'm gonna do when she hurts me."
"I'm not going to hurt you." She said, softly.
"Great." Christian laughed. "Now I'm delusional. She's answering me."
Torrie took two steps to him. "I did answer you."
The smirk fell from his face. "Oh shit." He turned to her quickly, his hands raised defensively. "Look, Baby, I ... I can explain. Uhm ... I ... well ... it's really funny you know ..."
She smiled, gently. "It's ok, Jay. I'm not mad."
"Cuz I was rehearsing a monologue and ... wait, you're not?"
Laughing she took a few more steps to him. "No, I'm not."
"Oh." He mumbled. "Well, maybe you should be. Get mad and just break up with me. I'm ready." He puffed out his chest. "I'm a man. I can take it."
She furrowed her brow. "I'm not going to break up with you."
He released a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Oh Thank God, I was lying I couldn't handle it. ... BUT NO! I know what is right and must be done. So I will break up with you." She opened her mouth to protest but he cut at the air with his hand. "Nope. Don't try to convince me other wise."
"Jason." She breathed.
His eyes flew to hers, pleasing. "Oh God, I'm so sorry. I can't do this. Please, will you take me back?"
Torrie blinked. "Yes, of course."
"Thank God." He paused. "Wait a minute, you're just taking me back for the sex, aren't you?" He stepped back. "I KNEW IT! That's it. We're breaking up ..." his eyes softened. "Oh God, I don't care. Take me back. You never agreed to the break up so we're still together."
"HOLY CHRIST, JAY!"
He fell silent, an adorably frightened look on his face, his lower lips slightly trembling. "You're gonna break up with me, aren't you?"
"I'm gonna break your skull in a minute." She watched him a moment then sighed, raking her fingers through her slightly tangled hair. "Ok, you are going to let me talk, which means your mouth doesn't open for at least five minutes, got that?" He nodded, she hoisted the sheet up a bit. "Good."
She shook her head, gathering her thoughts. "I'm not surprised by what you said. I know you've been hurt. I watched you go through some of it. The whole thing with Stacy and Nora. I ... I watched on the side while you were tossed around, from one to the other like some plaything. I remember how much I just ... I just wanted to pull you aside. You looked so destroyed and ... I ... I wanted to just take you and show you how amazing of a guy you really are. Treat you the way you should be treated and ..."
She sighed, blinking rapidly then meeting his eyes. "I loved you silently for years. I never understood how they could hurt you the way they did." She smiled. "You're such a great guy and there are so few of you. I knew it that day your first asked me out, that I was only a rebound. I knew I was a rebound when we fucked like jack rabbits that night on the hood of your car. I knew I was a rebound a few days ago, when we had sex then."
She stepped a little closer, reaching out, her fingers barely touching his cheek. "But tonight ... the way you looked at me when we finished, it ... it was a look I've been waiting two years to see from you." He leaned into her touch. "I'm not one of those other girls. And I don't know how to prove to you that I won't hurt you. I don't know if I can even promise that I won't. But I can promise you this ..."
She stepped flush to him, holding the sheet to her with one hand, the other sneaking up to gently cup the back of his neck, her fingers tickling the hair. "I can promise you that I love you. That I've loved you and been in love with you for a while. That sweet fun loving full of life man that makes my heart race and in the same way ... makes me feel safe. And if you'll let me, I'll treat you ... love you, the way you should be."
He held her eyes as if searching for truth, trying to read her sincerity. He saw the dampness in her eyes, the fear of his reaction. Not wasting anymore time, he crushed his lips to hers, loving the soft familiar feel. Cupping her face in his hands, he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips. A little squeak in her throat and she opened her mouth for him, returning his kiss.
He pulled back slightly, both their lips wet with saliva, their breathing ragged. Their eyes still closed, he kissed her lips a few more times, their lips practically dripping. "Torrie," his breathing labored. "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours." Their mouths joining again, he brought his hands to the sheet, opening it and stepping against her.
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*** Torrie grabbed his hand, pulling him back into the room. "Come on." And Christian followed her to the bed, crawling in behind her and gathering her into his arms.
Christian felt her relax. He brought his lips to her ear. "Torrie, I'm still scared." He admitted, his voice cracking.
She turned in his arms, cupping his face. "Don't be." Her mouth over his and she jammed her tongue inside. A kiss so forceful, so deep, her tongue practically in his throat. He kissed her back with equal gusto. She pulled away, panting. "I love you, Jason."
He smiled, kissing her lips softly then settling down, pillowing his head on her chest. With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her against him. "I love you too, Torrie." And Christian fell asleep to her soft breathing and the light caress of her fingers combing his hair.
*** Ok, so this was the Christian/Torrie segment. Sorry it took so long but I got so caught up in other things, I forgot to update. Uhm ... if you couldn't tell, this was originally NC17 and if you'd like the full version, feel free to ask me over AIM or email, and I'll send it to you. Just be so kind as to verify that you are indeed old enough to read it. Everything that I write is for a reason, even if of such a high rating and it all parts into the story, though if a reader opts not to request or read that section ... it will still be fine. Thanks and enjoy. Next to come: Jeff/Lita ***
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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Christian quickly opened his hotel door, leading Torrie inside, kicking it shut. Spinning her, desperate for her, he yanked her to him, kissing her feverishly. With urgency he held her, his mouth assaulting hers and he emitted a rumble when she pushed his head back slightly. "What?" he panted.
She licked her lips. "Jay, do you love me?"
"You know I do." His mouth was on hers again.
She couldn't help but return the kiss. But soon, she shook her head, pushing him back again. "Wait." She tried to control her breathing. "Can we make love tonight?"
Confused, he cocked his head. "Don't we usually?"
"Not like the other times." She said breathless. "Usually it's just fucking." He flinched a moment but she grabbed his hand, squeezing it comfortingly. "Not that I'm complaining. The sex is absolutely amazing. But tonight, I want more." She blushed. "I want to make love."
He held her gaze. A good long while, as if not only searching her but himself as well. She licked her lips again, shifting her weight as if almost afraid that she requested such a thing. Well, it couldn't be that hard to give her what she asked ... right?
Christian cupped her face, slowly bringing her closer to him. Her eyes fluttered shut and he placed a sweet slow kiss on her one eyelid, then keeping that excruciating pace, kissed the other. Softly, then trailing kisses down her cheeks, her lips parting in a sigh when she felt his mouth over hers. He kissed her lips, not deep, just seductively licking her lip then sealing his around it. Again, and again, until he felt her trembling with each touch.
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(censored)
*** Christian opened his eyes a few minutes later, his breathing still heavy. Taking a moment, he smiled at the feel of her hands caressing his back. She was whispering something, but he couldn't understand her. He didn't care though, her lips were so close to his ear, kissing wherever she could. Lifting up onto shaky arms, he looked down at her. "Hiya."
Torrie smiled, brushing her fingers over his cheeks, her eyes skimming his face. "Hey." She kissed him. "I didn't know you could do that."
"That makes two of us." He carefully eased out of her, lying at her side.
She laughed, pulling the sheets down and tucking them in, snuggling up against him, her arm draped over his waist. "Thank you." She mumbled, her head ducked.
He looked down at her, his hands rubbing her back. "I shoulda done it a long time ago." He bent his head, kissing her, using the action to tilt her head up and he deepened the kiss. "Try to get some sleep.
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Torrie's eyes slowly opened. Strange she didn't remember falling asleep. She bit her lower lip when she noticed Christian wasn't there. She rolled over, spotting the clock. 3AM. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up, holding the sheet to her chest. The blinds to the balcony were completely drawn, the sliding glass door open, and Christian leaning against the stone railing in his boxers. Concerned, she rose, wrapping the sheet around her chest, letting the rest hang. Holding it to herself, she padded to the door, pausing when she heard him speak.
"Yeah so I don't usually do this. But I don't know what else to do. Every time I'm with a girl, I always fall for her, and every time, she breaks my heart. Cheated, broke up, left, let's be friends, whatever. So when I started dating Torrie, I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love with her. And ... I didn't. We'd have a blast, go out, do whatever, you know. I cared about her even loved her just wasn't IN love with her. And then tonight ... she wanted to make love. I thought I'd be able to do it without falling for her."
He sighed. "I was wrong. You know I was doing good too. Up until I entered her. God, the way she reacted to me, the look on her face, the ... the ... everything. I tried to fight it, but I couldn't. Each thrust I fell harder and harder for her. Like ever time I was fully seated, just her moans of pleasure or how my name just rolled off her tongue, coaxing, begging for more and I ..." he slammed his fist onto the railing then shook out his hand. "Damn it, ok, stupid, I get your point."
He tilted his head back, looking up. "You know, God, the ... I've never felt this strongly about a girl before. It all hit me at once and I'm ... I don't know what I'm gonna do when she hurts me."
"I'm not going to hurt you." She said, softly.
"Great." Christian laughed. "Now I'm delusional. She's answering me."
Torrie took two steps to him. "I did answer you."
The smirk fell from his face. "Oh shit." He turned to her quickly, his hands raised defensively. "Look, Baby, I ... I can explain. Uhm ... I ... well ... it's really funny you know ..."
She smiled, gently. "It's ok, Jay. I'm not mad."
"Cuz I was rehearsing a monologue and ... wait, you're not?"
Laughing she took a few more steps to him. "No, I'm not."
"Oh." He mumbled. "Well, maybe you should be. Get mad and just break up with me. I'm ready." He puffed out his chest. "I'm a man. I can take it."
She furrowed her brow. "I'm not going to break up with you."
He released a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Oh Thank God, I was lying I couldn't handle it. ... BUT NO! I know what is right and must be done. So I will break up with you." She opened her mouth to protest but he cut at the air with his hand. "Nope. Don't try to convince me other wise."
"Jason." She breathed.
His eyes flew to hers, pleasing. "Oh God, I'm so sorry. I can't do this. Please, will you take me back?"
Torrie blinked. "Yes, of course."
"Thank God." He paused. "Wait a minute, you're just taking me back for the sex, aren't you?" He stepped back. "I KNEW IT! That's it. We're breaking up ..." his eyes softened. "Oh God, I don't care. Take me back. You never agreed to the break up so we're still together."
"HOLY CHRIST, JAY!"
He fell silent, an adorably frightened look on his face, his lower lips slightly trembling. "You're gonna break up with me, aren't you?"
"I'm gonna break your skull in a minute." She watched him a moment then sighed, raking her fingers through her slightly tangled hair. "Ok, you are going to let me talk, which means your mouth doesn't open for at least five minutes, got that?" He nodded, she hoisted the sheet up a bit. "Good."
She shook her head, gathering her thoughts. "I'm not surprised by what you said. I know you've been hurt. I watched you go through some of it. The whole thing with Stacy and Nora. I ... I watched on the side while you were tossed around, from one to the other like some plaything. I remember how much I just ... I just wanted to pull you aside. You looked so destroyed and ... I ... I wanted to just take you and show you how amazing of a guy you really are. Treat you the way you should be treated and ..."
She sighed, blinking rapidly then meeting his eyes. "I loved you silently for years. I never understood how they could hurt you the way they did." She smiled. "You're such a great guy and there are so few of you. I knew it that day your first asked me out, that I was only a rebound. I knew I was a rebound when we fucked like jack rabbits that night on the hood of your car. I knew I was a rebound a few days ago, when we had sex then."
She stepped a little closer, reaching out, her fingers barely touching his cheek. "But tonight ... the way you looked at me when we finished, it ... it was a look I've been waiting two years to see from you." He leaned into her touch. "I'm not one of those other girls. And I don't know how to prove to you that I won't hurt you. I don't know if I can even promise that I won't. But I can promise you this ..."
She stepped flush to him, holding the sheet to her with one hand, the other sneaking up to gently cup the back of his neck, her fingers tickling the hair. "I can promise you that I love you. That I've loved you and been in love with you for a while. That sweet fun loving full of life man that makes my heart race and in the same way ... makes me feel safe. And if you'll let me, I'll treat you ... love you, the way you should be."
He held her eyes as if searching for truth, trying to read her sincerity. He saw the dampness in her eyes, the fear of his reaction. Not wasting anymore time, he crushed his lips to hers, loving the soft familiar feel. Cupping her face in his hands, he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips. A little squeak in her throat and she opened her mouth for him, returning his kiss.
He pulled back slightly, both their lips wet with saliva, their breathing ragged. Their eyes still closed, he kissed her lips a few more times, their lips practically dripping. "Torrie," his breathing labored. "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours." Their mouths joining again, he brought his hands to the sheet, opening it and stepping against her.
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*** Torrie grabbed his hand, pulling him back into the room. "Come on." And Christian followed her to the bed, crawling in behind her and gathering her into his arms.
Christian felt her relax. He brought his lips to her ear. "Torrie, I'm still scared." He admitted, his voice cracking.
She turned in his arms, cupping his face. "Don't be." Her mouth over his and she jammed her tongue inside. A kiss so forceful, so deep, her tongue practically in his throat. He kissed her back with equal gusto. She pulled away, panting. "I love you, Jason."
He smiled, kissing her lips softly then settling down, pillowing his head on her chest. With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her against him. "I love you too, Torrie." And Christian fell asleep to her soft breathing and the light caress of her fingers combing his hair.
*** Ok, so this was the Christian/Torrie segment. Sorry it took so long but I got so caught up in other things, I forgot to update. Uhm ... if you couldn't tell, this was originally NC17 and if you'd like the full version, feel free to ask me over AIM or email, and I'll send it to you. Just be so kind as to verify that you are indeed old enough to read it. Everything that I write is for a reason, even if of such a high rating and it all parts into the story, though if a reader opts not to request or read that section ... it will still be fine. Thanks and enjoy. Next to come: Jeff/Lita ***