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 bounded into the hotel room, somehow managing to kick his shoes off and jump back onto the bed, his arms pillowing his head, all before Lita closed the door.
Lita laughed, walking over to her bag and digging around. She took out some clothes and headed for the bathroom. Jeff leapt up first, beating her to the door. "Me first. Me first." The door closed.
She smiled, shaking her head, sitting on the bed and flicking on the TV. Flicking, flicking ... flicking. Damn they don't kid when they say that Television sucks. Stopping on the news, she leaned forward on her elbows, waiting for Jeff.
Scruffling, shuffling, a bang, a thump, "FUCK!", a moan, then a moment, then a flush ... the door opened. He walked out with a little limp, ready for bed in nothing but his boxers. "God damn son of a bitch piece a..."
She laughed, his accent ever so strong now. She stood. "Aw, poor Baby."
He pouted. "The sink bit my foot." Then his eyes twinkled. "Kiss it."
She stopped in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest. "I'm not getting on my knees to ..."
"You never had a problem before." All playfulness in his voice.
Her jaw dropped, a combination of amusement, anger, embarrassment and shock on her lovely face. "Jeffrey!" she slapped at his chest. "That's it, you ain't getting anything tonight." She brushed past him to the bathroom
"Awwww, come on, Li. You look good enough to eat."
She looked back at him. "So did you. But like hell I'm eatin anything of yours tonight." It was his turn for his jaw to drop and she smiled, gloating. "Did you put the seat down?"
He gained enough control to turn away and jump onto the bed. "Do you put it up?"
She paused. "Point taken." The door closed.
It took her longer to get changed, but after some time, she had the make-up off, a T-shirt and a pair of boxers on and she was ready for bed. Stepping into the room, she froze, a soft smile tugging her lips at the sight of him. Lying on his stomach, his head turned and resting on his arms. He let out a little lost whimper and she padded to the bed, sitting down on the edge. Her back to him, legs crossed, she picked up her hairbrush, raking out her hair.
His eyes opened, he smiled slyly. Turning on his stomach, his face right at her back, he lifted the shirt, pressing his lips to her back.
She gasped, jumping slightly, the brush dropping from her hand, landing on the bed. He gripped her hips, his teeth, lips and tongue driving her wild. Slowly his kissed his way around her waist, keeping his lower half behind her, his head and shoulders in her lap, he draped his right arm over her legs for balance. His hands holding himself to her, he kissed and licked at her stomach, all over. Her head dropped forward when his tongue tickled her naval and she brought her hands to his head.
Wickedly, he lapped at her piercing and then just for a tease, he wiggled his tongue beneath the band of her boxers. But only for a second and then he returned his attention to her naval. "Mmmmm, Amy."
"God, Jeff ..." she sighed. "What?"
"You know ..." a kiss, then he looked up at her, that red hair pooling over her shoulders. "This seemed like a good idea at the time, ... uhm ... but I can't really move ... you know without falling. And that means you're coming with me."
She just stared at him a moment, his words not really sinking in. Then she burst out laughing. "Jeff, you're so adorable."
He pouted. "So that means you aren't going to help me?" She bit her lip, shaking her head. His eyes fired. "Well then I'll just have to improvise." He attacked her stomach, bringing both hands to her waist and gripping hard for support as he swung his legs around, acrobatically. He knelt at her feet. Dragging his hands down, he uncrossed her legs then inched his face between her thighs. "Hmmmm, It seems like we have a predicament." He said then shrugged, placing a kiss high on her inner thigh. "Looks like we're still clothed and I can't do anything for you then. Ah well, ... your loss."
Sliding his hands to her back, he brought them up under her shirt and he kissed his way up her body. Pausing to play with her naval ring a few moments, he continued up. Pressing his body flush to hers, he used the leverage to push her onto her back. Kissing over her shirt, between her breasts, he attached his mouth to her throat. Licking, nipping, sucking, biting, he wanted to mark her. His hands at her shoulder blades, he squeezed and caressed as he latched onto her neck. He pushed himself harder against her.
Lita moaned at the feel, her one hand coming up to cup his head, the other quite mobile on his back. Her eyes fluttered at feel of him against her lower body. Gripping his head tighter, she raised a knee, allowing him to settle further into her and she traced the other hand down his back and into his boxers, squeezing him and pulling him closer to her.
He growled, biting a little harder and she yelped, purring when he ran his tongue over that spot. Placing a few more delicate kisses on her neck, he brought his lips to hers. So hot, so soft, so wet, he brushed them against hers, coating her lips. Her mouth parted in a sigh and he peaked his tongue out, licking and lapping at her lips. "But ..." he brushed against her, his hands squeezing her back. "You said we do nothing tonight." That said, he rolled off, sitting at the foot of the bed and turning on the TV.
Lita let out a frustrated groan, her eyes opening, her head turned to look at him. "Jeff." Her voice so raspy and thick with desire. "Forget what I said."
He bit his lip, facing her and sitting on his knees. "I distinctly remember you saying something about doing nothing."
She shook her head, sitting up shakily, flushed and panting. "I didn't mean it."
"I don't know. I was pretty convinced."
"Please, Jeff, I need you." Her voice cracked, she swallowed hard.
"You're only talking in the heat of the moment."
Her eyes fired. "Yes, I am. I need you. The way only you can."
"Eh, I don't know." Jeff shrugged. "You seemed intent on doing nothing. I'm not convinced you changed your mind. When you spoke of not fooling around, how purely..."
"I want you in a way far from pure."
"Yes, but you still haven't convinced me that ..."
"Jeff." She interrupted, her voice laden with emotion. "Less talking. More fucking."
His wide-eyes met hers and he nearly exploded at the raw need on her face. The intense lust in her eyes. "Yeah. Ok. That works."
Jeff lunged at her, crashing their mouths together in a deep sound kiss.
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She smiled, rolling off of him then crawling up, her lips finding his in a deeply passionate kiss. "Ames." He whispered, his eyes opening.
"Shhh." She shook her head, her eyes still closed. "Don't speak." She kissed him again.
His eyes fell closed, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, his other arm slipping underneath her to hold her to his side. She let out a little whimper, resting her open palm against his chest, shaking her other hand under his neck to cup the back of his head. The taste of arousal still fresh on both their mouths, their tongues tangled and clanged together, breathing the kiss only to breath, his mouth would be on hers again. Neither wanting to stop, sometimes he'd turn his head, angling differently and plunging his tongue into her mouth again.
"God, Baby." He mumbled mindlessly against her lips and he caressed his thumb over her cheek a moment, then trailed his hand down over her breasts and abdomen then lower.
"Wait."
He stopped, worried.
But she grabbed his hand with hers, entwining their fingers and bringing them both to his chest. "I can still feel you there." She mumbled against his lips. "I don't want to lose that yet."
He growled, kissing her hard, relishing in her moan of approval as he rolled his tongue against hers. He trailed his lips down to her neck, and to the place he was before, chuckling at the dark mark he already made. Running his tongue over the mark, he kissed it softly, keeping his touch gentle as he focused there.
Her hands in his hair, holding him tightly, the scruff of his new goatee tickling her and she thought back to the feel of that beard against her most sensitive spots. His lips and tongue, everywhere. "Oh, Jeff." She breathed. "I don't wanna open my eyes."
"Then don't." his lips at her ear a moment then kissing his way back down her neck to that spot.
"Mmmmm ... you're so soothing. You're gonna put me to sleep."
"That's the plan." Jeff breathed, kissing his way around the front of her throat to the other side, his hands gently caressing. Continuing his gently touch, Lita sighed, letting the sleep take her.
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Lita's eyes opened some time later. The room was dark and she was alone in bed. Glancing around, she saw him. The blinds pulled open, he sat in one of the chairs, looking out. Completely naked, one knee brought up to his chest, his forearm rested casually on that knee, his hand freely handing, a lit cigarette in his fingers. Damn, did he look sexy and yet she knew something was wrong. She rolled over, resting her head in her hand, facing him. "Jeffrey, I really wish you wouldn't do that."
"Calms my nerves." He said, dryly, taking a big puff.
She saw the ashes glow then the smoke swirl and spin. The soft pale moonlight playing off his features, sharp, distinct. The shadows almost haunting across the serious expression on his lovely face. He looked like a god. "Jeffrey, please, put it out."
He sighed, taking a long drag then snuffing out the cigarette in the ashtray. Leaning his head back, he slowly exhaled. "What'a yah doin up?"
"I should ask what you're doing up?"
He rested his arm on his knee, watching his hand, twirling his fingers. "I didn't feel like sleeping."
"You've been feelin like that a lot lately."
"What makes you say that?" He took something from the desk, put it in his mouth and swallowed.
She cocked her head. "Well, for the last few months I know that you haven't been sleeping." His eyes flew to hers, shocked. She only smiled. "Sleeping with someone everyday, you kinda get to know your lover's sleeping patterns. I know when you're awake, honey. Sometimes I'd wake up, and look up at you. And you're lying there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling and stroking my hair. I'd snuggle up into you, just lying there, enjoying the feel of you. Sometimes, I'd caress your chest, hoping that I'd put you to sleep or at least relax you. And every time, you'd sigh, pull me closer then kiss the top of my head. You'd never fall asleep, I'd crash before I knew what happened."
"I love you in my arms."
"And I love to be there." She answered softly. "Did you ever fall asleep?"
He bowed his head, shaking it slightly.
Lita sighed. "Didn't think so. Jeff, you've looked so terrible for so long. I'm so worried about you."
Jeff tilted his head back, staring at the darkened ceiling. "I'm sorry. I wish you wouldn't worry."
"I can't help it." She sat up, holding the sheet to her chest. "What do you expect? You look like a corpse, Sugar. And I don't know what to do."
He looked at her. "There's nothing you could do."
"You don't know that." She persisted. "Talk to me, Sugar. Let me try. What's wrong?"
"I don't know. It's so complicated. I don't think talking will help. Why don't you try to get some sleep." And he looked back to the ceiling.
"Stop trying to brush me off. Don't push me away."
He looked to her as her voice cracked, the dampened glint reflecting rejection in her eyes and his heart broke. "Oh, Baby, I ain't pushin you away."
"That's damn well what it feels like."
"I don't want you awake on my account."
"I want to be." She insisted. "Please, talk to me. Don't make me beg. Why can't you sleep?"
"Cuz I've been thinking to much."
"Bout what?"
"You really wanna know?"
"Of course I do." Lita's voice soothing and gentle. "Please, tell me."
Jeff sighed, leaning back. "I know what my problem is. It's being a little brother. My whole life, I was always compared to Matt. Matt was always smarter, Matt was always more popular. Matt was the better son. Dad loved him more. And what proved it to me is ... well ... five months ago, Dad ... he ... he blamed me for Mom's death. Said that I worried her so much she got the cancer and I killed her. Matt was the good son. Matt looked like Mom, acted like Mom, sounded like Mom. He ... He ... Dad said that ... that I didn't belong. That I wasn't like him ... wasn't like Mom ... or Matt. He didn't know where I came from. Why can't you be as smart as your brother? Why can you be as funny or friendly as Matt?"
He stood then, walking to the glass door and leaning against it. The light shone in, illuminating the curves of his body. His distinct eyes, tight chest, beautifully sculpted body. He shook his head. "Matt was always so popular with the girls too. He never went without a date. Dad was so proud that 'his boy had all the ladies. What in the hell is wrong with you, Jeffrey'?" He sighed, ducking his head. "And then finally at eighteen I had my first girlfriend, my first lover." He chuckled. "Three months later she left me for Matt, hell, even cheated on me with him."
He looked up and out the window, tears glistening in those beautiful eyes. "Then she said the same things everyone else said. 'Jeff, you're not as good looking as Matt. You're not as charming as Matt. You're not as romantic as Matt. You know, your brother has a good two inches on you, little man.' Then she laughed at me." He looked down at himself. "Laughed at me. At how scrawny I was, how unattractive I was." He swatted at his limp member with a painful grin on his face. "How small I was. How I couldn't satisfy her."
"Jeff."
His eyes flew to her then, locking so full of emotion. "Do you know how long I've wanted you? I don't even know how long, since I met you probably. First time I saw you, I wanted you." He outstretched his arms, facing her totally. "Every part of me just burned with desire. God, how much I lusted you. Matt knew it too. Knew how much I wanted to ask you out but ... he did it first. He knew how much I wanted you and he asked you out anyway. And I ... I ... I just had to suck it up."
He sighed, dropping his arms and looking out the window again. "I never stopped wanting you, lusting you. Then we became friends and I ... I fell in love with you. Then Matt left you and we're here now and you're stuck with the leftovers. The shit of the Hardy gene pool."
"That's not true." Lita said.
"Oh come on." Jeff said, shifting his weight and looking at her. "What do I have to offer you?"
"Everything." She softly answered. "I mean it. Don't look at me like that. I do. Matt didn't leave me. I left him."
"What?" he stepped closer.
She pulled the sheets closer to herself. "I left him. I overheard him talking to your father. Gil asked him when he was gonna propose. And Matt said ... he ... he said ..." she exhaled, starting to cry. "He just laughed and said I wasn't the marrying material. That I'm not the kinda girl you settle down with."
"That's bullshit." Jeff growled, fiercely, taking a few steps to her. "You are an amazing woman, the way you love life and people and how emotional and full of ... just everything. You'd make an amazing wife and a wonderful mother."
She smiled. "Thank you, Jeffrey." She ducked her head, slightly embarrassed. "But after I heard that, I left him. I left him. Whatever he told you is a lie." Jeff looked away to the ceiling. "Jeffrey, come here." He didn't respond; she called again. "Jeffrey, please, come here."
Jeff sighed, keeping his head down as he approached the bed, kneeling down at the side in front of her. He didn't say anything, simply stared down at the floor.
"He lied to you, Jeff. He didn't leave me. I left him." He didn't respond to her. "Jeffrey." Nothing. She cupped his cheek, raising his eyes to meet her gentle green. "Oh Jeffrey, you're not leftovers. You're not, you have so much going for you."
She shifted so she was facing him, reaching up with her other hand to stroke his brow. The sheets dropped from her chest, pooling around her hips, but neither cared. Her fingers gentle, she brushed at his brow and hair. "Whoever told you that you're worthless is wrong. Whoever said that you're unattractive is wrong. They're all wrong."
"How can ... I thought Matt and you ... he's so much better."
"Not better." She said, her thumb stroking his cheek. "Not better. You're sweet and generous and caring. You're so charming and romantic. You don't look at me or talk to me like I'm beneath you. You listen to me and you're absolutely gorgeous."
Jeff looked away, but she forced their eyes to meet again, tenderly turning his head. "You are. You really are. God, Jeff, you're absolutely beautiful. You have these amazing green eyes, this color I've never seen before and they just pierce my soul. This strong jaw line." She let her eyes wander, her hands tracing over what she spoke of. "You have these amazing broad shoulders and these powerful arms. God, how they've held me and made me feel safe and secure. This hard chest and these fit abs. And I feel so wonderful sleeping in your arms, when you hug me against that body of yours." She rested her hands on his hips. "Such strong legs that tangle with mine and a gorgeously tight groin. Jeffrey, you're breathtaking."
His lip trembled. "But ... but Matt ..."
"Matt nothing. You're a god."
Jeff blinked rapidly a few times. "But Matt was so much bigger ..."
"Size doesn't matter."
"Yes it does." His voice full of tears. "He was broader and stronger and he had bigger muscles and his ... his ... his ... he's bigger. And bigger is better."
Lita shook her head. "No, not better. I'll admit something. Yes, your brother was broader and more muscled and his penis was even bigger."
Jeff looked away.
She cupped his face, bringing their eyes back together. "But that is why I prefer you."
He eyed her with frank disbelief.
She smiled. "He was too big. He was so heavy on top of me and I didn't like the feel of disappearing in his arms. He was just so broad and he insisted on using steroids cuz he had to be bigger. And he felt so unnatural to my touch. Like his body just didn't feel real anymore and I didn't like that. I ... I didn't like that even below ... he was too big. I ... I couldn't fit him and he was big and that's all he had. He couldn't do anything."
"But you ..." a satisfied look crossed her face. "Jeff, you're everything I ever wanted in a lover. You're the perfect size; fit me just right. How I can take you in, right to the base and you're long enough that I feel myself stretch just the slightest bit more to take you in. And I can feel your tip just so deep inside. And how thick you are stretching me ever so amazingly and then you're buried so deep. God, Jeff, I love it." She stroked his cheeks. "Jeffrey, you're so controlled and passionate and you care about my pleasure. He never did. Matt was just concerned with his and I sorta had to fend for myself. But not you. You do everything for me, or at least it feels that way. You do everything little thing for my pleasure. You are the best lover I've ever had."
Swallowing hard, he licked his lips. "But my mother ..."
"You did not kill your mother. You didn't. Sometimes people we love are taken from us before we want them to be, before we're ready. But it happens and there's nothing we can do about it. Your mother's death is NOT your fault." She eased to the edge of the bed, her legs hanging over, open. She pulled him against her, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs clamped around his torso, hugging him, just holding him. "I can't even imagine how hard it was for you to lose a mother. I can't. But I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Sugar." She sighed, his shoulders shaking. "I'm not your mother. I won't leave you like that."
"You can't promise that. You can't." his voice quivering.
"No, I can't." she said. "And I can see that every woman you ever cared about left you." Her shoulders now wet with his tears as he hugged her waist. "I don't know when my time will come. But I do know I love you. I love you so much. Don't worry about your father. Don't worry about your brother. You're ten times better than both."
She pushed his head back, wiping the tears from his eyes, cupping his face. "Let me be enough. Let my love for you be enough to bring you peace of mind. Jeffrey, just let me love you." That said, she slowly brought his head to hers, their eyes locking a moment, then her lips were on his. So soft and smooth, her tongue licking at his lips as she put everything into coaxing a response from him.
He simply stayed still, his internal demons tearing at him and he didn't know what to think. He just couldn't bring himself to kiss her back. He couldn't get his father's words from his head. Couldn't get that first girlfriend out of his head, or his brother.
He pushed her back, their eyes on the others. He sighed, standing and walking back to the window. "Why don't you try and get some sleep? I don't want to keep you awake longer than I have."
She didn't say anything, simply laid back, rolling onto her side to face away from him. The tears scrolling down her cheeks, she buried her head into her pillow, the outright rejection of her love ripping her apart, she didn't want him to hear how much his actions had hurt her. Didn't want him to hear her cry. And so the tears fell silently.
*** If you couldn't tell ... there was some deleted scenes here. So if you want that Hard R version ... you know the drill. But I posted and am working double time to get this back going in the swing. Let me know what you think, cuz we got Chris/Trish to come on Friday night!***
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 bounded into the hotel room, somehow managing to kick his shoes off and jump back onto the bed, his arms pillowing his head, all before Lita closed the door.
Lita laughed, walking over to her bag and digging around. She took out some clothes and headed for the bathroom. Jeff leapt up first, beating her to the door. "Me first. Me first." The door closed.
She smiled, shaking her head, sitting on the bed and flicking on the TV. Flicking, flicking ... flicking. Damn they don't kid when they say that Television sucks. Stopping on the news, she leaned forward on her elbows, waiting for Jeff.
Scruffling, shuffling, a bang, a thump, "FUCK!", a moan, then a moment, then a flush ... the door opened. He walked out with a little limp, ready for bed in nothing but his boxers. "God damn son of a bitch piece a..."
She laughed, his accent ever so strong now. She stood. "Aw, poor Baby."
He pouted. "The sink bit my foot." Then his eyes twinkled. "Kiss it."
She stopped in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest. "I'm not getting on my knees to ..."
"You never had a problem before." All playfulness in his voice.
Her jaw dropped, a combination of amusement, anger, embarrassment and shock on her lovely face. "Jeffrey!" she slapped at his chest. "That's it, you ain't getting anything tonight." She brushed past him to the bathroom
"Awwww, come on, Li. You look good enough to eat."
She looked back at him. "So did you. But like hell I'm eatin anything of yours tonight." It was his turn for his jaw to drop and she smiled, gloating. "Did you put the seat down?"
He gained enough control to turn away and jump onto the bed. "Do you put it up?"
She paused. "Point taken." The door closed.
It took her longer to get changed, but after some time, she had the make-up off, a T-shirt and a pair of boxers on and she was ready for bed. Stepping into the room, she froze, a soft smile tugging her lips at the sight of him. Lying on his stomach, his head turned and resting on his arms. He let out a little lost whimper and she padded to the bed, sitting down on the edge. Her back to him, legs crossed, she picked up her hairbrush, raking out her hair.
His eyes opened, he smiled slyly. Turning on his stomach, his face right at her back, he lifted the shirt, pressing his lips to her back.
She gasped, jumping slightly, the brush dropping from her hand, landing on the bed. He gripped her hips, his teeth, lips and tongue driving her wild. Slowly his kissed his way around her waist, keeping his lower half behind her, his head and shoulders in her lap, he draped his right arm over her legs for balance. His hands holding himself to her, he kissed and licked at her stomach, all over. Her head dropped forward when his tongue tickled her naval and she brought her hands to his head.
Wickedly, he lapped at her piercing and then just for a tease, he wiggled his tongue beneath the band of her boxers. But only for a second and then he returned his attention to her naval. "Mmmmm, Amy."
"God, Jeff ..." she sighed. "What?"
"You know ..." a kiss, then he looked up at her, that red hair pooling over her shoulders. "This seemed like a good idea at the time, ... uhm ... but I can't really move ... you know without falling. And that means you're coming with me."
She just stared at him a moment, his words not really sinking in. Then she burst out laughing. "Jeff, you're so adorable."
He pouted. "So that means you aren't going to help me?" She bit her lip, shaking her head. His eyes fired. "Well then I'll just have to improvise." He attacked her stomach, bringing both hands to her waist and gripping hard for support as he swung his legs around, acrobatically. He knelt at her feet. Dragging his hands down, he uncrossed her legs then inched his face between her thighs. "Hmmmm, It seems like we have a predicament." He said then shrugged, placing a kiss high on her inner thigh. "Looks like we're still clothed and I can't do anything for you then. Ah well, ... your loss."
Sliding his hands to her back, he brought them up under her shirt and he kissed his way up her body. Pausing to play with her naval ring a few moments, he continued up. Pressing his body flush to hers, he used the leverage to push her onto her back. Kissing over her shirt, between her breasts, he attached his mouth to her throat. Licking, nipping, sucking, biting, he wanted to mark her. His hands at her shoulder blades, he squeezed and caressed as he latched onto her neck. He pushed himself harder against her.
Lita moaned at the feel, her one hand coming up to cup his head, the other quite mobile on his back. Her eyes fluttered at feel of him against her lower body. Gripping his head tighter, she raised a knee, allowing him to settle further into her and she traced the other hand down his back and into his boxers, squeezing him and pulling him closer to her.
He growled, biting a little harder and she yelped, purring when he ran his tongue over that spot. Placing a few more delicate kisses on her neck, he brought his lips to hers. So hot, so soft, so wet, he brushed them against hers, coating her lips. Her mouth parted in a sigh and he peaked his tongue out, licking and lapping at her lips. "But ..." he brushed against her, his hands squeezing her back. "You said we do nothing tonight." That said, he rolled off, sitting at the foot of the bed and turning on the TV.
Lita let out a frustrated groan, her eyes opening, her head turned to look at him. "Jeff." Her voice so raspy and thick with desire. "Forget what I said."
He bit his lip, facing her and sitting on his knees. "I distinctly remember you saying something about doing nothing."
She shook her head, sitting up shakily, flushed and panting. "I didn't mean it."
"I don't know. I was pretty convinced."
"Please, Jeff, I need you." Her voice cracked, she swallowed hard.
"You're only talking in the heat of the moment."
Her eyes fired. "Yes, I am. I need you. The way only you can."
"Eh, I don't know." Jeff shrugged. "You seemed intent on doing nothing. I'm not convinced you changed your mind. When you spoke of not fooling around, how purely..."
"I want you in a way far from pure."
"Yes, but you still haven't convinced me that ..."
"Jeff." She interrupted, her voice laden with emotion. "Less talking. More fucking."
His wide-eyes met hers and he nearly exploded at the raw need on her face. The intense lust in her eyes. "Yeah. Ok. That works."
Jeff lunged at her, crashing their mouths together in a deep sound kiss.
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She smiled, rolling off of him then crawling up, her lips finding his in a deeply passionate kiss. "Ames." He whispered, his eyes opening.
"Shhh." She shook her head, her eyes still closed. "Don't speak." She kissed him again.
His eyes fell closed, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, his other arm slipping underneath her to hold her to his side. She let out a little whimper, resting her open palm against his chest, shaking her other hand under his neck to cup the back of his head. The taste of arousal still fresh on both their mouths, their tongues tangled and clanged together, breathing the kiss only to breath, his mouth would be on hers again. Neither wanting to stop, sometimes he'd turn his head, angling differently and plunging his tongue into her mouth again.
"God, Baby." He mumbled mindlessly against her lips and he caressed his thumb over her cheek a moment, then trailed his hand down over her breasts and abdomen then lower.
"Wait."
He stopped, worried.
But she grabbed his hand with hers, entwining their fingers and bringing them both to his chest. "I can still feel you there." She mumbled against his lips. "I don't want to lose that yet."
He growled, kissing her hard, relishing in her moan of approval as he rolled his tongue against hers. He trailed his lips down to her neck, and to the place he was before, chuckling at the dark mark he already made. Running his tongue over the mark, he kissed it softly, keeping his touch gentle as he focused there.
Her hands in his hair, holding him tightly, the scruff of his new goatee tickling her and she thought back to the feel of that beard against her most sensitive spots. His lips and tongue, everywhere. "Oh, Jeff." She breathed. "I don't wanna open my eyes."
"Then don't." his lips at her ear a moment then kissing his way back down her neck to that spot.
"Mmmmm ... you're so soothing. You're gonna put me to sleep."
"That's the plan." Jeff breathed, kissing his way around the front of her throat to the other side, his hands gently caressing. Continuing his gently touch, Lita sighed, letting the sleep take her.
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Lita's eyes opened some time later. The room was dark and she was alone in bed. Glancing around, she saw him. The blinds pulled open, he sat in one of the chairs, looking out. Completely naked, one knee brought up to his chest, his forearm rested casually on that knee, his hand freely handing, a lit cigarette in his fingers. Damn, did he look sexy and yet she knew something was wrong. She rolled over, resting her head in her hand, facing him. "Jeffrey, I really wish you wouldn't do that."
"Calms my nerves." He said, dryly, taking a big puff.
She saw the ashes glow then the smoke swirl and spin. The soft pale moonlight playing off his features, sharp, distinct. The shadows almost haunting across the serious expression on his lovely face. He looked like a god. "Jeffrey, please, put it out."
He sighed, taking a long drag then snuffing out the cigarette in the ashtray. Leaning his head back, he slowly exhaled. "What'a yah doin up?"
"I should ask what you're doing up?"
He rested his arm on his knee, watching his hand, twirling his fingers. "I didn't feel like sleeping."
"You've been feelin like that a lot lately."
"What makes you say that?" He took something from the desk, put it in his mouth and swallowed.
She cocked her head. "Well, for the last few months I know that you haven't been sleeping." His eyes flew to hers, shocked. She only smiled. "Sleeping with someone everyday, you kinda get to know your lover's sleeping patterns. I know when you're awake, honey. Sometimes I'd wake up, and look up at you. And you're lying there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling and stroking my hair. I'd snuggle up into you, just lying there, enjoying the feel of you. Sometimes, I'd caress your chest, hoping that I'd put you to sleep or at least relax you. And every time, you'd sigh, pull me closer then kiss the top of my head. You'd never fall asleep, I'd crash before I knew what happened."
"I love you in my arms."
"And I love to be there." She answered softly. "Did you ever fall asleep?"
He bowed his head, shaking it slightly.
Lita sighed. "Didn't think so. Jeff, you've looked so terrible for so long. I'm so worried about you."
Jeff tilted his head back, staring at the darkened ceiling. "I'm sorry. I wish you wouldn't worry."
"I can't help it." She sat up, holding the sheet to her chest. "What do you expect? You look like a corpse, Sugar. And I don't know what to do."
He looked at her. "There's nothing you could do."
"You don't know that." She persisted. "Talk to me, Sugar. Let me try. What's wrong?"
"I don't know. It's so complicated. I don't think talking will help. Why don't you try to get some sleep." And he looked back to the ceiling.
"Stop trying to brush me off. Don't push me away."
He looked to her as her voice cracked, the dampened glint reflecting rejection in her eyes and his heart broke. "Oh, Baby, I ain't pushin you away."
"That's damn well what it feels like."
"I don't want you awake on my account."
"I want to be." She insisted. "Please, talk to me. Don't make me beg. Why can't you sleep?"
"Cuz I've been thinking to much."
"Bout what?"
"You really wanna know?"
"Of course I do." Lita's voice soothing and gentle. "Please, tell me."
Jeff sighed, leaning back. "I know what my problem is. It's being a little brother. My whole life, I was always compared to Matt. Matt was always smarter, Matt was always more popular. Matt was the better son. Dad loved him more. And what proved it to me is ... well ... five months ago, Dad ... he ... he blamed me for Mom's death. Said that I worried her so much she got the cancer and I killed her. Matt was the good son. Matt looked like Mom, acted like Mom, sounded like Mom. He ... He ... Dad said that ... that I didn't belong. That I wasn't like him ... wasn't like Mom ... or Matt. He didn't know where I came from. Why can't you be as smart as your brother? Why can you be as funny or friendly as Matt?"
He stood then, walking to the glass door and leaning against it. The light shone in, illuminating the curves of his body. His distinct eyes, tight chest, beautifully sculpted body. He shook his head. "Matt was always so popular with the girls too. He never went without a date. Dad was so proud that 'his boy had all the ladies. What in the hell is wrong with you, Jeffrey'?" He sighed, ducking his head. "And then finally at eighteen I had my first girlfriend, my first lover." He chuckled. "Three months later she left me for Matt, hell, even cheated on me with him."
He looked up and out the window, tears glistening in those beautiful eyes. "Then she said the same things everyone else said. 'Jeff, you're not as good looking as Matt. You're not as charming as Matt. You're not as romantic as Matt. You know, your brother has a good two inches on you, little man.' Then she laughed at me." He looked down at himself. "Laughed at me. At how scrawny I was, how unattractive I was." He swatted at his limp member with a painful grin on his face. "How small I was. How I couldn't satisfy her."
"Jeff."
His eyes flew to her then, locking so full of emotion. "Do you know how long I've wanted you? I don't even know how long, since I met you probably. First time I saw you, I wanted you." He outstretched his arms, facing her totally. "Every part of me just burned with desire. God, how much I lusted you. Matt knew it too. Knew how much I wanted to ask you out but ... he did it first. He knew how much I wanted you and he asked you out anyway. And I ... I ... I just had to suck it up."
He sighed, dropping his arms and looking out the window again. "I never stopped wanting you, lusting you. Then we became friends and I ... I fell in love with you. Then Matt left you and we're here now and you're stuck with the leftovers. The shit of the Hardy gene pool."
"That's not true." Lita said.
"Oh come on." Jeff said, shifting his weight and looking at her. "What do I have to offer you?"
"Everything." She softly answered. "I mean it. Don't look at me like that. I do. Matt didn't leave me. I left him."
"What?" he stepped closer.
She pulled the sheets closer to herself. "I left him. I overheard him talking to your father. Gil asked him when he was gonna propose. And Matt said ... he ... he said ..." she exhaled, starting to cry. "He just laughed and said I wasn't the marrying material. That I'm not the kinda girl you settle down with."
"That's bullshit." Jeff growled, fiercely, taking a few steps to her. "You are an amazing woman, the way you love life and people and how emotional and full of ... just everything. You'd make an amazing wife and a wonderful mother."
She smiled. "Thank you, Jeffrey." She ducked her head, slightly embarrassed. "But after I heard that, I left him. I left him. Whatever he told you is a lie." Jeff looked away to the ceiling. "Jeffrey, come here." He didn't respond; she called again. "Jeffrey, please, come here."
Jeff sighed, keeping his head down as he approached the bed, kneeling down at the side in front of her. He didn't say anything, simply stared down at the floor.
"He lied to you, Jeff. He didn't leave me. I left him." He didn't respond to her. "Jeffrey." Nothing. She cupped his cheek, raising his eyes to meet her gentle green. "Oh Jeffrey, you're not leftovers. You're not, you have so much going for you."
She shifted so she was facing him, reaching up with her other hand to stroke his brow. The sheets dropped from her chest, pooling around her hips, but neither cared. Her fingers gentle, she brushed at his brow and hair. "Whoever told you that you're worthless is wrong. Whoever said that you're unattractive is wrong. They're all wrong."
"How can ... I thought Matt and you ... he's so much better."
"Not better." She said, her thumb stroking his cheek. "Not better. You're sweet and generous and caring. You're so charming and romantic. You don't look at me or talk to me like I'm beneath you. You listen to me and you're absolutely gorgeous."
Jeff looked away, but she forced their eyes to meet again, tenderly turning his head. "You are. You really are. God, Jeff, you're absolutely beautiful. You have these amazing green eyes, this color I've never seen before and they just pierce my soul. This strong jaw line." She let her eyes wander, her hands tracing over what she spoke of. "You have these amazing broad shoulders and these powerful arms. God, how they've held me and made me feel safe and secure. This hard chest and these fit abs. And I feel so wonderful sleeping in your arms, when you hug me against that body of yours." She rested her hands on his hips. "Such strong legs that tangle with mine and a gorgeously tight groin. Jeffrey, you're breathtaking."
His lip trembled. "But ... but Matt ..."
"Matt nothing. You're a god."
Jeff blinked rapidly a few times. "But Matt was so much bigger ..."
"Size doesn't matter."
"Yes it does." His voice full of tears. "He was broader and stronger and he had bigger muscles and his ... his ... his ... he's bigger. And bigger is better."
Lita shook her head. "No, not better. I'll admit something. Yes, your brother was broader and more muscled and his penis was even bigger."
Jeff looked away.
She cupped his face, bringing their eyes back together. "But that is why I prefer you."
He eyed her with frank disbelief.
She smiled. "He was too big. He was so heavy on top of me and I didn't like the feel of disappearing in his arms. He was just so broad and he insisted on using steroids cuz he had to be bigger. And he felt so unnatural to my touch. Like his body just didn't feel real anymore and I didn't like that. I ... I didn't like that even below ... he was too big. I ... I couldn't fit him and he was big and that's all he had. He couldn't do anything."
"But you ..." a satisfied look crossed her face. "Jeff, you're everything I ever wanted in a lover. You're the perfect size; fit me just right. How I can take you in, right to the base and you're long enough that I feel myself stretch just the slightest bit more to take you in. And I can feel your tip just so deep inside. And how thick you are stretching me ever so amazingly and then you're buried so deep. God, Jeff, I love it." She stroked his cheeks. "Jeffrey, you're so controlled and passionate and you care about my pleasure. He never did. Matt was just concerned with his and I sorta had to fend for myself. But not you. You do everything for me, or at least it feels that way. You do everything little thing for my pleasure. You are the best lover I've ever had."
Swallowing hard, he licked his lips. "But my mother ..."
"You did not kill your mother. You didn't. Sometimes people we love are taken from us before we want them to be, before we're ready. But it happens and there's nothing we can do about it. Your mother's death is NOT your fault." She eased to the edge of the bed, her legs hanging over, open. She pulled him against her, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs clamped around his torso, hugging him, just holding him. "I can't even imagine how hard it was for you to lose a mother. I can't. But I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Sugar." She sighed, his shoulders shaking. "I'm not your mother. I won't leave you like that."
"You can't promise that. You can't." his voice quivering.
"No, I can't." she said. "And I can see that every woman you ever cared about left you." Her shoulders now wet with his tears as he hugged her waist. "I don't know when my time will come. But I do know I love you. I love you so much. Don't worry about your father. Don't worry about your brother. You're ten times better than both."
She pushed his head back, wiping the tears from his eyes, cupping his face. "Let me be enough. Let my love for you be enough to bring you peace of mind. Jeffrey, just let me love you." That said, she slowly brought his head to hers, their eyes locking a moment, then her lips were on his. So soft and smooth, her tongue licking at his lips as she put everything into coaxing a response from him.
He simply stayed still, his internal demons tearing at him and he didn't know what to think. He just couldn't bring himself to kiss her back. He couldn't get his father's words from his head. Couldn't get that first girlfriend out of his head, or his brother.
He pushed her back, their eyes on the others. He sighed, standing and walking back to the window. "Why don't you try and get some sleep? I don't want to keep you awake longer than I have."
She didn't say anything, simply laid back, rolling onto her side to face away from him. The tears scrolling down her cheeks, she buried her head into her pillow, the outright rejection of her love ripping her apart, she didn't want him to hear how much his actions had hurt her. Didn't want him to hear her cry. And so the tears fell silently.
*** If you couldn't tell ... there was some deleted scenes here. So if you want that Hard R version ... you know the drill. But I posted and am working double time to get this back going in the swing. Let me know what you think, cuz we got Chris/Trish to come on Friday night!***