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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.
+++ They had eaten in silence and that silence was deafening. Chris was lost, hopelessly watching as the woman he loved slipped further and further away from him, and right in his presence. He stood on the balcony; it was well after dark. She sat about halfway down the beach, by herself on a large blanket, a blazing fire burning a few feet from her. He could see the flicker of the flames in her hair, on the skin of her arms and small of her back.
Approaching her, he nervously twiddled with the hem of his shirt then wiped his clammy hands on his pants. He jumped when she spoke.
"Why are you here?"
Her back was still to him and Chris could feel the cold pulsating off of her. He could feel anger and hurt and ... and hatred. He licked his lips and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"Are you going to answer me?"
He took a few steps closer and Trish wrapped her arms around herself, though Chris didn't know if she were protecting herself from the cold or him. Swallowing his nerves, he sat next to her, staring out at the crashing surf. She was closer to the fire, the blaze burning at her side, but he couldn't look at her. And so he maintained a distance, sitting at the opposite side of the blanket. "I'm here for ... I ... I don't know."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Chris ducked his head. "Well ... I ... I've spent every moment since you left trying to find you." He sighed, looking back into the surf again. "And now that I have ... I ... I don't know what I was going to do. I never thought that far ahead."
Trish paused a good long while, loving the warmth the fire offered, but hating the ice she could feel from him. "How many women have you been with ... before me?"
"To be honest, I don't know."
"How do you not know?" Her voice was tense and slightly angered.
He shrugged. "I ... I don't. I mean, well." With a sigh, he looked away. "I ..."
"Look at me, when you tell me this."
Gathering his courage, he slowly turned his head, his eyes meeting hers. He could feel his heart slowly tearing; her eyes were glassed and sorrowed. "I don't know how many. I know that ... I ..." he sighed, closing his eyes a moment then starting over. "I've been with more women then I can count. And every one, it was only physical. I was scared to death to open up and care about them. I was s ... I was scared to fall in love."
She showed no reaction, her eyes clouded with tears. "Why? Why did you want to add me to your list?"
"I never did." He pledged. "I swear to you, I never did. It wasn't like that with you. It ... it was different."
She smiled, sadistically. "Is that what you told those other women too?"
"No," he answered seriously. "I ... I never told them much of anything. Never really talked with them, like I did you. Never did anything with them, like I do with you."
"And when you made love to them?" She huddled a little further into herself as if the memory of their night together was painful. "What then?"
"I never made love to them." His voice steady. "The only woman I ever made love to is you."
"You're good with words, Chris." She said, in no terms believing what he said. "You're saying that it was physical and you never slept with a single one."
He shook his head, his eyes piercing hers. "I didn't say that. I'm good with words, like you said. I said I never made love to them. There's a difference. And that was something I only did to you too."
Trish cocked her head, her eyes narrowing. "So what you're saying is ..."
Chris threw his hands in the air, pushing off the blanket and taking a few steps from her, his back to both her and the fire. He didn't want her to see the pain in his eyes, or the frustration. "I'm saying is that all I used them for was tension release, ok? I'm saying that all I've ever wanted out of women is a good time. I've seen what relationships have done to every single one of my friends when it comes to women and they all get their hearts broken. They all get attached and they get their hearts broken and I didn't want that. So I didn't get attached."
He sighed, his shoulders slumping, his head bowed. "But I couldn't help myself with you. I couldn't ... I couldn't stop myself from falling in love with you. And just like with my friends ... it's breaking my heart. That's how I know I'm in love. Cuz it's breaking my heart right now." He paused a few moments, his hand rubbing the back of his neck then he turned quickly, looking straight in her eyes; wanting her to see the pain, the brokenness, the tears in his own eyes. "I never made love to another woman because I was never in love with her. But I made love to you. Even if it was ... lusty or passionate or animalistic or whatever you want to call it. That didn't matter." His voice lowered, soft and almost melodic. "I love you." Blinking furiously, he looked to the sky. "God, doesn't the fact that I'm here prove anything."
Trish looked away from him, into the fire a moment then jumped to her feat, quickly walking past him and into the darkness. Chris sighed, a few tears sliding down his cheeks as he watched her step into the surf, just to her ankles. He curled his toes into the sand a moment, then watched as her slim bare feet kicked angrily at the waves.
His eyes blazed in that single moment and Chris clenched his teeth, stalking right up to her and grabbing her shoulders with a rough hand. Almost violently, he spun her, his hands gripping her arms tightly as he looked down into her face. He could see fear, but he didn't care. He didn't care of anything he saw in her eyes.
His eyes intense, his nostrils flared and Chris squeezed her a little tighter. There was so much he could say, so many words he's been dying to spout to make her, force her to realize where he stood. He could feel Trish shuddering, feel her fear of what he was going to do.
In that instant, all the passion drained from his body; he released her. Stepping back, his hands dropped to his sides, his eyes drooped and sad. "I'm sorry." He whispered, shaking his head as he took a few more steps back. "I'm sorry. I ... I didn't mean to scare you." Scolding himself, he turned his back, walking towards the fire.
He stood there a few moments as if composing himself. He could feel her approaching and he tensed. But she continued past him. Be damned if Jericho would let her walk away from him again. He reached out, grabbing her arm.
Trish gasped as he spun her around and right against his chest. She jostled slightly as she bumped into his body but soon regained her composure and looked right up into his face, more than prepared to be angry with him. But her eyes widened as a breath caught high in her throat.
His one arm band right around her waist, the other around her shoulders, a hand on the back of her neck. He pulled her flush against him, holding her eyes with his. She squirmed at first, trying to pry herself out of his embrace, but Chris refused to let her go.
"Chris, please." She begged, trying to push away, her hands shoving him back by the shoulders.
"I will not let you go." He said simply with a shake of the head. "I can't. Not now, not ever."
"Why are you so persistent?" Trish asked through a choked voice. Her eyes already starting to glass over.
"Look in my eyes." His voice was so intense, it sent chills through her blood; it made her shiver.
Trish swallowed hard, closing her eyes and ducking her head.
"Look at me." He hushed, his voice caressing her and she couldn't resist.
She looked up, locking eyes with his. His eyes, those sky blue eyes incredibly intense, she couldn't keep her tears from slipping out.
His hands in gentle motion on her back, he tilted his head ever so slightly. "You ... you mean the world to me. Let me prove it."
Before she could respond, Chris lowered his head, his lips touching hers in the softest and sweetest of ways. Nothing deep, nothing passionate. Just a soft simple kiss. Her throat quivered as he went a step further, wrapping his lips around hers in a flow of slow constant kisses. Her knees caved but Chris just held her, not letting her fall.
"No, Chris." She mumbled, but he would have none of that and instead turned his head, ducking in again and taking her lips with his, holding them sweetly as long as he could.
Finally, breathless, he pulled back, but only so far. The moisture lingering between their lips, he looked right into her eyes. "I have spent every moment of the last ten weeks thinking about you." A kiss. "Every waking moment." Another kiss. "I'd dream about you and when awake, I'd reprimand myself for everything I've ever done wrong." Another kiss, this time a little longer.
"Chris, please." She cupped his cheeks, pushing him back.
He sighed, bowing his head, his eyes closed as he pressed his forehead to hers, nuzzling her with greatest affection. "Trish, Darling. I love you so much, that if you want me to leave ... I will. I'll leave this island right now and you will never see me again. Out of your life, out of my contract and I'll go wrestle in Japan or Ring of Honor or something ... anything. You will never have to hear from me or see me again. Just say the word ... and I'm gone."
Biting her lip, Trish looked right up into his face, their eyes locking in an ever-intense battle. "You shouldn't give up your career, your place for me. I ..."
"I would give my life for you." Chris pledged, deeply.
"Don't say that," she ordered with a quick shake of the head, placing her hands on his lips. "Don't say things like that."
"But it's true." Jericho said, quickly, taking her hand in his. "I would get my ass kicked for you; I'd take a bullet for you; I'd die for you. So just say the words ... and I'm gone. Tell me what you want."
Her answer was simple and swift. "I want to be loved."
"Then let me love you."
Trish glanced behind her, her eyes on the blanket and the fire before looking up at him.
Chris swept her into his arms, carrying her to the blanket, laying her in the center and hovering just over her; his eyes hot and fired with desire at the look of her. Lying on that blanket, her hands on his arms, that blonde hair fanned and the flicker of flame dancing across every feature.
Chris smiled, brushing his fingers over her brow, cheeks and tucking some of that thick blonde hair behind her ears. "I'm going to satisfy everything you ever wanted ..." he inched closer to her, his hand slowly traveling up her arm then down her side. "Ever fantasized ..." then inched that hand up the bottom of her shirt to caress the silky skin of her abdomen. "ever desired."
He smiled, his eyes full with emotion. "So beautiful." He sighed, just looking at her. "So very beautiful."
Trish swallowed hard, unable to contain her desires, her emotions. "Then kiss me. God damn you, just ... kiss me."
"Every part of your body." Wasting no more time, Chris took her lips with his.
*** I'd just like you all to know that this point of the fic ... is about 1/3 of the way over. I'm a little behind with typing this fic, so it may be a little over a week until I update. But I figure that this is a good stagnate point until I can catch up. Thanks for reading and please review. ***
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.
+++ They had eaten in silence and that silence was deafening. Chris was lost, hopelessly watching as the woman he loved slipped further and further away from him, and right in his presence. He stood on the balcony; it was well after dark. She sat about halfway down the beach, by herself on a large blanket, a blazing fire burning a few feet from her. He could see the flicker of the flames in her hair, on the skin of her arms and small of her back.
Approaching her, he nervously twiddled with the hem of his shirt then wiped his clammy hands on his pants. He jumped when she spoke.
"Why are you here?"
Her back was still to him and Chris could feel the cold pulsating off of her. He could feel anger and hurt and ... and hatred. He licked his lips and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"Are you going to answer me?"
He took a few steps closer and Trish wrapped her arms around herself, though Chris didn't know if she were protecting herself from the cold or him. Swallowing his nerves, he sat next to her, staring out at the crashing surf. She was closer to the fire, the blaze burning at her side, but he couldn't look at her. And so he maintained a distance, sitting at the opposite side of the blanket. "I'm here for ... I ... I don't know."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Chris ducked his head. "Well ... I ... I've spent every moment since you left trying to find you." He sighed, looking back into the surf again. "And now that I have ... I ... I don't know what I was going to do. I never thought that far ahead."
Trish paused a good long while, loving the warmth the fire offered, but hating the ice she could feel from him. "How many women have you been with ... before me?"
"To be honest, I don't know."
"How do you not know?" Her voice was tense and slightly angered.
He shrugged. "I ... I don't. I mean, well." With a sigh, he looked away. "I ..."
"Look at me, when you tell me this."
Gathering his courage, he slowly turned his head, his eyes meeting hers. He could feel his heart slowly tearing; her eyes were glassed and sorrowed. "I don't know how many. I know that ... I ..." he sighed, closing his eyes a moment then starting over. "I've been with more women then I can count. And every one, it was only physical. I was scared to death to open up and care about them. I was s ... I was scared to fall in love."
She showed no reaction, her eyes clouded with tears. "Why? Why did you want to add me to your list?"
"I never did." He pledged. "I swear to you, I never did. It wasn't like that with you. It ... it was different."
She smiled, sadistically. "Is that what you told those other women too?"
"No," he answered seriously. "I ... I never told them much of anything. Never really talked with them, like I did you. Never did anything with them, like I do with you."
"And when you made love to them?" She huddled a little further into herself as if the memory of their night together was painful. "What then?"
"I never made love to them." His voice steady. "The only woman I ever made love to is you."
"You're good with words, Chris." She said, in no terms believing what he said. "You're saying that it was physical and you never slept with a single one."
He shook his head, his eyes piercing hers. "I didn't say that. I'm good with words, like you said. I said I never made love to them. There's a difference. And that was something I only did to you too."
Trish cocked her head, her eyes narrowing. "So what you're saying is ..."
Chris threw his hands in the air, pushing off the blanket and taking a few steps from her, his back to both her and the fire. He didn't want her to see the pain in his eyes, or the frustration. "I'm saying is that all I used them for was tension release, ok? I'm saying that all I've ever wanted out of women is a good time. I've seen what relationships have done to every single one of my friends when it comes to women and they all get their hearts broken. They all get attached and they get their hearts broken and I didn't want that. So I didn't get attached."
He sighed, his shoulders slumping, his head bowed. "But I couldn't help myself with you. I couldn't ... I couldn't stop myself from falling in love with you. And just like with my friends ... it's breaking my heart. That's how I know I'm in love. Cuz it's breaking my heart right now." He paused a few moments, his hand rubbing the back of his neck then he turned quickly, looking straight in her eyes; wanting her to see the pain, the brokenness, the tears in his own eyes. "I never made love to another woman because I was never in love with her. But I made love to you. Even if it was ... lusty or passionate or animalistic or whatever you want to call it. That didn't matter." His voice lowered, soft and almost melodic. "I love you." Blinking furiously, he looked to the sky. "God, doesn't the fact that I'm here prove anything."
Trish looked away from him, into the fire a moment then jumped to her feat, quickly walking past him and into the darkness. Chris sighed, a few tears sliding down his cheeks as he watched her step into the surf, just to her ankles. He curled his toes into the sand a moment, then watched as her slim bare feet kicked angrily at the waves.
His eyes blazed in that single moment and Chris clenched his teeth, stalking right up to her and grabbing her shoulders with a rough hand. Almost violently, he spun her, his hands gripping her arms tightly as he looked down into her face. He could see fear, but he didn't care. He didn't care of anything he saw in her eyes.
His eyes intense, his nostrils flared and Chris squeezed her a little tighter. There was so much he could say, so many words he's been dying to spout to make her, force her to realize where he stood. He could feel Trish shuddering, feel her fear of what he was going to do.
In that instant, all the passion drained from his body; he released her. Stepping back, his hands dropped to his sides, his eyes drooped and sad. "I'm sorry." He whispered, shaking his head as he took a few more steps back. "I'm sorry. I ... I didn't mean to scare you." Scolding himself, he turned his back, walking towards the fire.
He stood there a few moments as if composing himself. He could feel her approaching and he tensed. But she continued past him. Be damned if Jericho would let her walk away from him again. He reached out, grabbing her arm.
Trish gasped as he spun her around and right against his chest. She jostled slightly as she bumped into his body but soon regained her composure and looked right up into his face, more than prepared to be angry with him. But her eyes widened as a breath caught high in her throat.
His one arm band right around her waist, the other around her shoulders, a hand on the back of her neck. He pulled her flush against him, holding her eyes with his. She squirmed at first, trying to pry herself out of his embrace, but Chris refused to let her go.
"Chris, please." She begged, trying to push away, her hands shoving him back by the shoulders.
"I will not let you go." He said simply with a shake of the head. "I can't. Not now, not ever."
"Why are you so persistent?" Trish asked through a choked voice. Her eyes already starting to glass over.
"Look in my eyes." His voice was so intense, it sent chills through her blood; it made her shiver.
Trish swallowed hard, closing her eyes and ducking her head.
"Look at me." He hushed, his voice caressing her and she couldn't resist.
She looked up, locking eyes with his. His eyes, those sky blue eyes incredibly intense, she couldn't keep her tears from slipping out.
His hands in gentle motion on her back, he tilted his head ever so slightly. "You ... you mean the world to me. Let me prove it."
Before she could respond, Chris lowered his head, his lips touching hers in the softest and sweetest of ways. Nothing deep, nothing passionate. Just a soft simple kiss. Her throat quivered as he went a step further, wrapping his lips around hers in a flow of slow constant kisses. Her knees caved but Chris just held her, not letting her fall.
"No, Chris." She mumbled, but he would have none of that and instead turned his head, ducking in again and taking her lips with his, holding them sweetly as long as he could.
Finally, breathless, he pulled back, but only so far. The moisture lingering between their lips, he looked right into her eyes. "I have spent every moment of the last ten weeks thinking about you." A kiss. "Every waking moment." Another kiss. "I'd dream about you and when awake, I'd reprimand myself for everything I've ever done wrong." Another kiss, this time a little longer.
"Chris, please." She cupped his cheeks, pushing him back.
He sighed, bowing his head, his eyes closed as he pressed his forehead to hers, nuzzling her with greatest affection. "Trish, Darling. I love you so much, that if you want me to leave ... I will. I'll leave this island right now and you will never see me again. Out of your life, out of my contract and I'll go wrestle in Japan or Ring of Honor or something ... anything. You will never have to hear from me or see me again. Just say the word ... and I'm gone."
Biting her lip, Trish looked right up into his face, their eyes locking in an ever-intense battle. "You shouldn't give up your career, your place for me. I ..."
"I would give my life for you." Chris pledged, deeply.
"Don't say that," she ordered with a quick shake of the head, placing her hands on his lips. "Don't say things like that."
"But it's true." Jericho said, quickly, taking her hand in his. "I would get my ass kicked for you; I'd take a bullet for you; I'd die for you. So just say the words ... and I'm gone. Tell me what you want."
Her answer was simple and swift. "I want to be loved."
"Then let me love you."
Trish glanced behind her, her eyes on the blanket and the fire before looking up at him.
Chris swept her into his arms, carrying her to the blanket, laying her in the center and hovering just over her; his eyes hot and fired with desire at the look of her. Lying on that blanket, her hands on his arms, that blonde hair fanned and the flicker of flame dancing across every feature.
Chris smiled, brushing his fingers over her brow, cheeks and tucking some of that thick blonde hair behind her ears. "I'm going to satisfy everything you ever wanted ..." he inched closer to her, his hand slowly traveling up her arm then down her side. "Ever fantasized ..." then inched that hand up the bottom of her shirt to caress the silky skin of her abdomen. "ever desired."
He smiled, his eyes full with emotion. "So beautiful." He sighed, just looking at her. "So very beautiful."
Trish swallowed hard, unable to contain her desires, her emotions. "Then kiss me. God damn you, just ... kiss me."
"Every part of your body." Wasting no more time, Chris took her lips with his.
*** I'd just like you all to know that this point of the fic ... is about 1/3 of the way over. I'm a little behind with typing this fic, so it may be a little over a week until I update. But I figure that this is a good stagnate point until I can catch up. Thanks for reading and please review. ***