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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Trish opened the bathroom door, toweling her hair and stepping into the room, an oversized Y2J shirt, her nightgown. She smiled at the sight of him, lying on the bed, an arm thrown over his eyes. "Shower's free, Baby."
Jericho groaned. "But I just laid down."
Trish laughed. "Well you ain't sleeping till you shower."
"That's cruel, Baby." He sat up and his breath caught at the sight of her. She was bending over her bag, her back to him. His mouth dropped, the shirt she was wearing rode up slightly, giving him an excellent view. A view that proved she was wearing nothing under his shirt. "I uh ... shit I uhm ... I'm gonna go jack off ... I mean jerk off ... I MEAN RINSE OFF. RINSE OFF!" He raced into the bathroom, shutting the door quickly.
Trish couldn't move. His words ringing in her head. She'd known that every once in a while before sleep that he'd go into the bathroom for a few minutes but she never thought he was doing 'that'. Did he really want her that much? Need her that much? Did he think he needed to do that on his own; was he so afraid to ask her ... to tell her?
She padded to the door, leaning in to listen.
"Damn it, Chris." He swore. "Damn it, damn it, damn it." A pause then a sigh. "Control, man. Just control. You know she's not ready yet. So just control yourself." She could hear him ... was he jumping? "Calm that libido. Just a few deep breaths ..." Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. "All right. Not working. Cold shower?" Uhm ... shit man, I really hate those." Another sigh. "God, I hate this." The shower turned on.
She pulled back, biting her lip and smiling. Strange how that for the last few weeks, Trish thought that he just didn't want her like that yet. He seemed so content with just kissing and they do share a bed, though only for sleeping. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't want him. Really want him. And she'd been holding back. Exhaling, she stepped into the bathroom.
It was steamy and hot; she silently closed the door as Jericho hummed some tune he made up. The silhouette of his form through the glass shower door, she could pick out his most prominent features. His hands were on his head, his torso stretched and head tilted back. His arms flexed and gorgeously curved. Trish licked her lips at the stretched lean tone of his chest and abs. Her eyes widened as she took in his lower region. Wow, big boy. Her hunger for him heightened, she threw open that glass door.
Chris screamed, his hands coming down to hide himself, his wide eyes frightened, embarrassed, locked on hers. "Trish, God, what ... what are you doing?"
Her eyes hot, heated, she licked her lips as she focused on the perfect contours of his body. "I want you."
He groaned at her words, but he still shook his head. "Wait ...what?"
She smiled, seductively, pulling his shirt over her head, solidifying not only the fact that she wore nothing underneath but also his raging reaction to her. "I want you." She breathed. "Hard. Fast. Now." Trish stepped into the shower, her mouth crushing to his as she pulled the door closed.
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Trish hummed happily as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror of Jericho's locker room. She was so happy. Just so totally happy. She didn't need to work tonight's pay-per-view, but she wanted to come anyway. Jeff, Chris, and Christian all had a match ... plus she wanted to give Chris a good luck kiss. Setting her low slung jeans a little lower and adjusting her '100% Stratusfaction' tee, she smiled. She had been sore the few days that followed her and Chris's first night together. It had been so heated and animalistic. But tonight, no, not tonight. Tonight she wanted to make love. To make love to him.
She'll admit, she was afraid to spend the night like that with him. The last two men she dated had been wonderful until she put out. Then they just up and left. Were with another woman the next week. But not Chris, Chris wouldn't do that to her. Yes, she knew he was a lively bachelor, but he'd changed. He loved her, and she knew it. He wouldn't hurt her.
The door opened. "Trish?"
Trish jumped, turning to the door, a hand on her chest then she sighed with relief. "Oh, Stephanie. It's you. Ya scared me."
Stephanie smiled, warmly. "I'm sorry, honey. I just haven't seen you in a while. What's going on? How is everything?"
Trish bounced over to Stephanie, grabbing the other woman's hand. "Oh, it's so wonderful. I get a shot at the title next month so I have to thank you."
Stephanie squeezed her friend's hand. "You deserve it. And no matter what you have my support in this company."
Trish hugged Steph. "Thank you so much. You don't know what this means to me. With your support and Chris by my side, things are finally starting to shape up."
"Ah, that's right. You're dating Chris, aren't you?"
Trish nodded. "Yeah. And he's wonderful."
Stephanie sighed. "Trish, I like to think that we're friends."
"Of course." Trish answered. "You were one of the first people I knew here."
"I think you're a sweet girl, honey. Maybe you shouldn't be getting mixed up with a guy like Chris Irvine."
Trish crossed her arms. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't get worked up. I ... I'm ... I don't want him to hurt you."
Trish shook her head. "Well you don't have to worry about that. He wouldn't hurt me. He loves me. He told me so."
Stephanie wiped her eyes. "And he told me that too. I loved him. I loved Chris Irvine and he knew it. He told me he loved me and when he got sick of the fuck, he dumped me for some stranger in a bar. He's a playboy, Trish, and I don't want him hurting you."
"He ... he was with you?"
Steph's eyes widened. "He didn't tell you?"
Trish shook her head again. "No. No he didn't. He ... he was with you?"
Steph swallowed, sitting next to her friend. "Yeah. It was fun for about four months until I thought he changed, that he wouldn't play me. Four months into our relationship and we slept together. He was brutal, nothing gentle, just real ... hard ... you know. And not soon after, he left. Just up and left. Said it felt 'better' with Jessica. Trish," Steph grabbed the blonde's hand. "I just don't want you hurt. You're not only valuable to the company but to me ... as a friend."
Trish couldn't respond and she barely knew it when Stephanie mumbled an apology and left. She couldn't believe it. But she could. Chris played Stephanie. And now he was playing her. He used her. She believed Stephanie. Steph had no reason to lie. And Trish knew Steph didn't want Chris, she was happy with Paul and they were engaged and had a baby girl. A tear slipped from Trish's eye as the door opened, his voice ringing out. "Hey, Baby, how's the prettiest girl on the roster?"
Trish looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "How could you?" her voice angered and hurt. "How could you?"
Chris froze. "What? What are you talking about? What I do?"
"How could you use me? We've been together four months, I give it to you and now you're going to leave me, like nothing happened."
"Wha ... Why ... What the hell are you talking about?"
She flew to her feet. "You played Steph like this after four months. We're four months. She loved you. You abused that!"
"You talk to Steph?" Chris's eye wide.
"Yes. I do. She's a friend." Trish forced out, fighting the tears.
Chris pressed a hand into his eyes. "Oh my God." He sighed. "Yes, I dated Steph. Yes, I left her after we did it. But it wasn't like I was just using her. I didn't love her."
"She loved you though." Trish screamed back. "She loved you and you probably spouted beautiful words to her for her to fall for you. Just like you did to me."
"No, it wasn't like that. Well, I did say things but I didn't really love her. I just said it. Wait ... that didn't come out right."
Trish brushed past him to the door, but he caught her arm.
"I mean it when I say it to you. It's different. I love you and I'm serious."
The tears fell freely. "For once in your life can you stop with the lines. I'm not another one of your whores."
"WOULD YOU STOP IT?! You're not another whore! If I thought you were a whore, I woulda used protection."
"Oh wonderful. Well thanks for the confidence that I don't have an STD!"
"That's not what I mean."
"Then what do you mean, Christopher?" Trish sniffed. "You fucked me and now you'll leave me like you did every other woman. You're lying about your love, lying about protection, lying about every feeling you possibly could have for me. You knew my past! You knew every other man I've ever felt anything for has used me. AND NOW YOU DO IT TOO!"
"Trish."
"I'm just another whore to you. I'm just another whore. Jesus Christ, you just fuck anything with legs don't you? How many whores have you really fucked, Christopher? HOW MANY CHILDREN DO YOU HAVE THAT I DON'T KNOW ABOUT, ANYWAY?"
"FUCK WOMAN, I DON'T KNOW. THE LAST WHORE I WAS WITH ABORTED SO WHO THE FUCK KNO ..." his eyes widened. "Oh my God, Baby."
"STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, YOU FUCKING BASTARD." She pulled from his grasp, running out the door.
"Trish, wait!" he followed her, catching up and grabbing her arm again.
She spun. "Don't touch me." She slapped straight across his face.
Shocked, his jaw dropped and he released her, bringing his hand to his cheek. She sniffed, blinking back the tears then running off.
Chris rubbed his cheek then shook off the surprise. "TRISH!" Running down the hall, he saw her at the end.
"Chris."
He skidded to a halt, the small hand of Lillian Garcia on his arm. "Lillian, I ... I have to ..."
"You have to cut your promo."
"But ..."
"No buts." She pulled him the other way. Chris followed, reluctant. Trish would probably go to Lita. Yes, Lita. He could catch her later.
*** You guessed it ... the censored version. Let me know ... keep it real. - C.C. ***
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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Trish opened the bathroom door, toweling her hair and stepping into the room, an oversized Y2J shirt, her nightgown. She smiled at the sight of him, lying on the bed, an arm thrown over his eyes. "Shower's free, Baby."
Jericho groaned. "But I just laid down."
Trish laughed. "Well you ain't sleeping till you shower."
"That's cruel, Baby." He sat up and his breath caught at the sight of her. She was bending over her bag, her back to him. His mouth dropped, the shirt she was wearing rode up slightly, giving him an excellent view. A view that proved she was wearing nothing under his shirt. "I uh ... shit I uhm ... I'm gonna go jack off ... I mean jerk off ... I MEAN RINSE OFF. RINSE OFF!" He raced into the bathroom, shutting the door quickly.
Trish couldn't move. His words ringing in her head. She'd known that every once in a while before sleep that he'd go into the bathroom for a few minutes but she never thought he was doing 'that'. Did he really want her that much? Need her that much? Did he think he needed to do that on his own; was he so afraid to ask her ... to tell her?
She padded to the door, leaning in to listen.
"Damn it, Chris." He swore. "Damn it, damn it, damn it." A pause then a sigh. "Control, man. Just control. You know she's not ready yet. So just control yourself." She could hear him ... was he jumping? "Calm that libido. Just a few deep breaths ..." Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. "All right. Not working. Cold shower?" Uhm ... shit man, I really hate those." Another sigh. "God, I hate this." The shower turned on.
She pulled back, biting her lip and smiling. Strange how that for the last few weeks, Trish thought that he just didn't want her like that yet. He seemed so content with just kissing and they do share a bed, though only for sleeping. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't want him. Really want him. And she'd been holding back. Exhaling, she stepped into the bathroom.
It was steamy and hot; she silently closed the door as Jericho hummed some tune he made up. The silhouette of his form through the glass shower door, she could pick out his most prominent features. His hands were on his head, his torso stretched and head tilted back. His arms flexed and gorgeously curved. Trish licked her lips at the stretched lean tone of his chest and abs. Her eyes widened as she took in his lower region. Wow, big boy. Her hunger for him heightened, she threw open that glass door.
Chris screamed, his hands coming down to hide himself, his wide eyes frightened, embarrassed, locked on hers. "Trish, God, what ... what are you doing?"
Her eyes hot, heated, she licked her lips as she focused on the perfect contours of his body. "I want you."
He groaned at her words, but he still shook his head. "Wait ...what?"
She smiled, seductively, pulling his shirt over her head, solidifying not only the fact that she wore nothing underneath but also his raging reaction to her. "I want you." She breathed. "Hard. Fast. Now." Trish stepped into the shower, her mouth crushing to his as she pulled the door closed.
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Trish hummed happily as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror of Jericho's locker room. She was so happy. Just so totally happy. She didn't need to work tonight's pay-per-view, but she wanted to come anyway. Jeff, Chris, and Christian all had a match ... plus she wanted to give Chris a good luck kiss. Setting her low slung jeans a little lower and adjusting her '100% Stratusfaction' tee, she smiled. She had been sore the few days that followed her and Chris's first night together. It had been so heated and animalistic. But tonight, no, not tonight. Tonight she wanted to make love. To make love to him.
She'll admit, she was afraid to spend the night like that with him. The last two men she dated had been wonderful until she put out. Then they just up and left. Were with another woman the next week. But not Chris, Chris wouldn't do that to her. Yes, she knew he was a lively bachelor, but he'd changed. He loved her, and she knew it. He wouldn't hurt her.
The door opened. "Trish?"
Trish jumped, turning to the door, a hand on her chest then she sighed with relief. "Oh, Stephanie. It's you. Ya scared me."
Stephanie smiled, warmly. "I'm sorry, honey. I just haven't seen you in a while. What's going on? How is everything?"
Trish bounced over to Stephanie, grabbing the other woman's hand. "Oh, it's so wonderful. I get a shot at the title next month so I have to thank you."
Stephanie squeezed her friend's hand. "You deserve it. And no matter what you have my support in this company."
Trish hugged Steph. "Thank you so much. You don't know what this means to me. With your support and Chris by my side, things are finally starting to shape up."
"Ah, that's right. You're dating Chris, aren't you?"
Trish nodded. "Yeah. And he's wonderful."
Stephanie sighed. "Trish, I like to think that we're friends."
"Of course." Trish answered. "You were one of the first people I knew here."
"I think you're a sweet girl, honey. Maybe you shouldn't be getting mixed up with a guy like Chris Irvine."
Trish crossed her arms. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't get worked up. I ... I'm ... I don't want him to hurt you."
Trish shook her head. "Well you don't have to worry about that. He wouldn't hurt me. He loves me. He told me so."
Stephanie wiped her eyes. "And he told me that too. I loved him. I loved Chris Irvine and he knew it. He told me he loved me and when he got sick of the fuck, he dumped me for some stranger in a bar. He's a playboy, Trish, and I don't want him hurting you."
"He ... he was with you?"
Steph's eyes widened. "He didn't tell you?"
Trish shook her head again. "No. No he didn't. He ... he was with you?"
Steph swallowed, sitting next to her friend. "Yeah. It was fun for about four months until I thought he changed, that he wouldn't play me. Four months into our relationship and we slept together. He was brutal, nothing gentle, just real ... hard ... you know. And not soon after, he left. Just up and left. Said it felt 'better' with Jessica. Trish," Steph grabbed the blonde's hand. "I just don't want you hurt. You're not only valuable to the company but to me ... as a friend."
Trish couldn't respond and she barely knew it when Stephanie mumbled an apology and left. She couldn't believe it. But she could. Chris played Stephanie. And now he was playing her. He used her. She believed Stephanie. Steph had no reason to lie. And Trish knew Steph didn't want Chris, she was happy with Paul and they were engaged and had a baby girl. A tear slipped from Trish's eye as the door opened, his voice ringing out. "Hey, Baby, how's the prettiest girl on the roster?"
Trish looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "How could you?" her voice angered and hurt. "How could you?"
Chris froze. "What? What are you talking about? What I do?"
"How could you use me? We've been together four months, I give it to you and now you're going to leave me, like nothing happened."
"Wha ... Why ... What the hell are you talking about?"
She flew to her feet. "You played Steph like this after four months. We're four months. She loved you. You abused that!"
"You talk to Steph?" Chris's eye wide.
"Yes. I do. She's a friend." Trish forced out, fighting the tears.
Chris pressed a hand into his eyes. "Oh my God." He sighed. "Yes, I dated Steph. Yes, I left her after we did it. But it wasn't like I was just using her. I didn't love her."
"She loved you though." Trish screamed back. "She loved you and you probably spouted beautiful words to her for her to fall for you. Just like you did to me."
"No, it wasn't like that. Well, I did say things but I didn't really love her. I just said it. Wait ... that didn't come out right."
Trish brushed past him to the door, but he caught her arm.
"I mean it when I say it to you. It's different. I love you and I'm serious."
The tears fell freely. "For once in your life can you stop with the lines. I'm not another one of your whores."
"WOULD YOU STOP IT?! You're not another whore! If I thought you were a whore, I woulda used protection."
"Oh wonderful. Well thanks for the confidence that I don't have an STD!"
"That's not what I mean."
"Then what do you mean, Christopher?" Trish sniffed. "You fucked me and now you'll leave me like you did every other woman. You're lying about your love, lying about protection, lying about every feeling you possibly could have for me. You knew my past! You knew every other man I've ever felt anything for has used me. AND NOW YOU DO IT TOO!"
"Trish."
"I'm just another whore to you. I'm just another whore. Jesus Christ, you just fuck anything with legs don't you? How many whores have you really fucked, Christopher? HOW MANY CHILDREN DO YOU HAVE THAT I DON'T KNOW ABOUT, ANYWAY?"
"FUCK WOMAN, I DON'T KNOW. THE LAST WHORE I WAS WITH ABORTED SO WHO THE FUCK KNO ..." his eyes widened. "Oh my God, Baby."
"STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, YOU FUCKING BASTARD." She pulled from his grasp, running out the door.
"Trish, wait!" he followed her, catching up and grabbing her arm again.
She spun. "Don't touch me." She slapped straight across his face.
Shocked, his jaw dropped and he released her, bringing his hand to his cheek. She sniffed, blinking back the tears then running off.
Chris rubbed his cheek then shook off the surprise. "TRISH!" Running down the hall, he saw her at the end.
"Chris."
He skidded to a halt, the small hand of Lillian Garcia on his arm. "Lillian, I ... I have to ..."
"You have to cut your promo."
"But ..."
"No buts." She pulled him the other way. Chris followed, reluctant. Trish would probably go to Lita. Yes, Lita. He could catch her later.
*** You guessed it ... the censored version. Let me know ... keep it real. - C.C. ***