TITLE: Best Kept Secrets.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual violence one comes to expect in WWE fics. ^_^
SUMMARY: Lita's big brother has issues with the guy she's in love with, and someone's out to cause trouble.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous. I also don't claim to own or be involved with anything to do with the movies I mention: Top Gun, Jerry Maguire, When Harry Met Sally, and The Terminator. Please don't sue!
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: As usual, would love it. Let me know specifically what you loved, or if applicable, what you didn't love. Just let me know people!
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Lita yawned as she pressed the eject button on the remote control. The credits that were scrolling down the television screen stopped, and the screen turned black. The hotel room darkened immediately. The only source of light in the room was spilling out from underneath closed bathroom door, where Matt was having a shower.
"So, am I putting in the next video now? We still have three more left." Lita announced as she leant over the side of the bed, and picked up the three video cases that were lying on the floor. She looked at each one. "We've got 'When Harry Met Sally', 'Top Gun', and 'Terminator'. What do you reckon, Jeff?"
At the sound of the silence that answered her, Lita turned her left to look at Jeff, and smiled at what she saw. The youngest Hardy brother had fallen asleep beside her. Lying on his back, with his arms placed peacefully on his chest. His mouth was open slightly, his blue and green hair spread out on the pillow beneath his head.
Lita placed the three videos cases back on the bedroom floor, and turned on her side to watch Jeff. She propped her head up, leaning on her elbow. She listened to Matt, singing away in the shower. And then she strained her hearing slightly, and she could hear Jeff breathing. In.. and out, in.. and out. His breaths were slow, and relaxed. Being drawn in and out of his mouth lazily as he slept. Lita had to stifle a laugh as Jeff let out a small snort. Typical, she thought, that even Jeff's snores are adorable.
The redheaded diva's thoughts were interrupted as Matt stepped out of the bathroom. He was towelling off his dark locks, dressed a stylish blue shirt, with black jeans. He rubbed his hair with the towel once more, and then threw it back over his head. Lita looked over at him, and placed a finger to her lips, gesturing for him to be quiet. He raised an eyebrow at her curiously, and she tossed her head in Jeff's direction. Matt's gaze fell on his sleeping brother, and a half smile crept onto his face.
The elder Hardy walked over to Lita's side of the bed, and leant down towards her. "Out cold, is he?"
Lita nodded, smiling up at Matt. "Sure is. I think he fell asleep halfway through 'Jerry Maguire'."
"What? He didn't even get to the 'Show me the money!' part?" Matt chuckled softly, his voice never straying above the level of a whisper.
"Nope. He was dead to the world by then." Lita pulled the covers over her, and held them close to her chest. "You still going to go out with Edge and Christian? You can stay and watch the rest of the movies with me? I don't think Jeff is going to be waking up anytime soon."
Matt sat on the edge of the bed, glancing at his brother. "Yeah, but he needs his rest. Poor guy. This whole Brock Lesnar thing has really bothered him, hasn't it?"
Lita nodded, her smile slipping off her face. "He feels guilty."
"He shouldn't."
"We both know that. I've tried telling him that. But he can't help but feel slightly responsible for what Brock did to us." Lita sighed, looking over at Jeff. He was still fast asleep, breathing as deeply as before.
Matt frowned. "You don't feel he's to blame, do you?"
"Of course not!" Lita said firmly, trying to keep her voice down. "No, I knew the risk I took going out there. If I didn't want to risk getting hurt, I would've stayed out the back. But I wanted to be out there with him, Matt. Who knows what Lesnar would've done to him if we weren't there."
Matt nodded slightly, understanding how Lita felt. He knew his little brother felt like he was to blame for their injuries, but they both understood the danger when they went out to ringside. They both knew Brock Lesnar was dangerous and power crazy.. and that he'd do anything, to anyone.
The dark haired Hardy glanced as the clock sitting on the bedside table. "Well, I've got to get going. I'm supposed to meet Edge and Christian downstairs in five minutes." He stood up from the bed, and made his way to the door. Before turning the handle, he turned back to Lita. "Do you want to come with us?"
Lita shook her head. "No, thanks. I really just feel like staying in and watching some movies. Besides, I'm all ready for bed." She smiled at him. "Thanks anyway. You guys go out, and enjoy yourselves."
Matt smiled back at her, and turned back towards the door.
"And Matt?"
"Yeah?"
"Behave, okay?"
Matt looked over his shoulder, and winked at the redhead. "We always do."
Lita laughed quietly as Matt closed the door behind him, leaving Lita alone with Jeff still sleeping soundly beside her. She stretched her arms above her head, yawning slightly as she did so. She wasn't quite tired yet, so she thought she'd stick another video in the VCR. Hopefully by the time she got through a couple of movies, she'd be ready for a good night's sleep.
Lita carefully pulled the covers down, pulling her legs out from underneath. Still laying on the bed, she turned her attention to Jeff once more. His snoring had ceased, for now. A smile formed on her lips once more, as she brushed a strand of green hair off his face. As if mesmerised by the softness of his skin, Lita rested her fingers on his temple. Slowly, gently, she trailed them down his cheek, running them down his jaw line. God, he was beautiful when he was asleep. Well, Lita thought he was gorgeous any time, but when he was sleeping... there was just something magical about him.
"Are you planning on just watching me sleep all night?"
Lita jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, thick with sleep. His eyes were still closed, and as Lita waited for him to say something more, she found herself wondering if she'd just imagined him speaking. He was lying still, breathing deeply as he was before. Did she just hear him speak?
Slowly, one eyelid fluttered opened, his green eye watching Lita idly. "So?"
Lita smirked. "So, what?"
"So were you planning on watching me sleep all night?"
She laughed quietly, bringing her hand up to his face again to tuck the loose strands of hair behind his ear. "Not all night, maybe just for a few hours." She grinned at him as he opened the other eye to look at her. "And then I was planning on shaving all your hair off. Or drawing a moustache on your with permanent marker. I hadn't decided yet."
Jeff smiled at her softly, his features still full of sleep. "Where's Matt?"
"Out with Edge and Christian. He was going to ask if you wanted to go, but he didn't want to wake you."
"Good. Don't really feel like doing anything tonight anyway." Jeff mumbled, his face being smothered by the pillow as his eyes slowly fell shut again.
"Oh, you're not going to sleep on me again, are you? We still have three other movies to watch." Lita whinged playfully, pulling the covers over her again.
Jeff looked up at her, his green eyes shining.
"No, don't give me those puppy dog eyes, Mister. They don't work on me."
Jeff merely continued to stare up at the redhead, even managing to get his lower lip trembling ever so slightly.
"No!" Lita said firmly, smiling at the youngest Hardy. "Jeff, don't! It won't work.. I am immune to your charms and wiles. You should know that by now."
More staring.
"Stop it!"
Silence and even more stares.
"Jeffrey!"
A small, dog-like whimper escaped from Jeff's mouth, and Lita groaned. "Fine! You win. No more movies. Are you happy now?" She stared up at the ceiling, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Yes. Extremely." Jeff stated. Lita wasn't even looking at him, her gaze still focused on the hotel ceiling, but she could tell by the tone in his voice that he was smiling brightly. She turned her head to the left to look at him, and realised she was correct. A massive grin was sitting on his face while he looked at her.
"You goof." Lita giggled, swatting him gently on the side of his arm. They laid there, looking at each other, smiling. Neither said a word as they looked into each other's eyes, their faces merely centimetres away from each other.
Lita felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter, as she stared into Jeff's eyes. What? Why was that happening? She'd looked at Jeff a million times before, and she'd never felt anything like this before. Those damn butterflies of hers must've really taken a liking to Jeff recently though. For the past few weeks, every time she'd look at Jeff, or she'd catch him looking at her, her butterflies would take off inside her stomach. It was the weirdest thing... and now, now as they lay side by side, looking into each other's eyes, Lita felt her heart quicken.
Still no words were spoken. The silence in the room was deafening. Something electric was in the air, Lita could just feel it. Finally, she broke their gaze, looking down at the covers on her body for a quick second, simply needing to break the intensity that was obvious between the two friends. When she returned her gaze back to Jeff, he quickly leant forward and pressed his lips to hers.
She was caught off guard, but not shocked. Lita wasn't quite sure how to react at first, and waited for Jeff to pull away. But then, when she realised he had no intention of pulling away, she realised herself how much she wanted to kiss him back. She closed her eyes, and trailed her hand behind Jeff's neck, running her fingers through his hair as the kiss deepened. Lita let out an involuntary moan as she felt Jeff's hand on her bare stomach, twirling his fingers over her skin.
They pulled apart, and Lita licked her lips as she looked at Jeff, wide eyed. Jeff stared at her, mirroring her reaction. "Li.. we just.."
Lita nodded, and smiled at him softly. She took his hand in her own, and linked her fingers through his. Jeff looked down at both their hands, then back up at her. "Does this mean.. that you feel the same way for me, that I feel for you?"
She laughed slightly, and kissed him gently. She pulled back. "Answer your question?"
Jeff looked at her steadily, a small amount of confusion and uncertainty still playing on his features.
"You are a goof, Jeff."
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual violence one comes to expect in WWE fics. ^_^
SUMMARY: Lita's big brother has issues with the guy she's in love with, and someone's out to cause trouble.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous. I also don't claim to own or be involved with anything to do with the movies I mention: Top Gun, Jerry Maguire, When Harry Met Sally, and The Terminator. Please don't sue!
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: As usual, would love it. Let me know specifically what you loved, or if applicable, what you didn't love. Just let me know people!
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Lita yawned as she pressed the eject button on the remote control. The credits that were scrolling down the television screen stopped, and the screen turned black. The hotel room darkened immediately. The only source of light in the room was spilling out from underneath closed bathroom door, where Matt was having a shower.
"So, am I putting in the next video now? We still have three more left." Lita announced as she leant over the side of the bed, and picked up the three video cases that were lying on the floor. She looked at each one. "We've got 'When Harry Met Sally', 'Top Gun', and 'Terminator'. What do you reckon, Jeff?"
At the sound of the silence that answered her, Lita turned her left to look at Jeff, and smiled at what she saw. The youngest Hardy brother had fallen asleep beside her. Lying on his back, with his arms placed peacefully on his chest. His mouth was open slightly, his blue and green hair spread out on the pillow beneath his head.
Lita placed the three videos cases back on the bedroom floor, and turned on her side to watch Jeff. She propped her head up, leaning on her elbow. She listened to Matt, singing away in the shower. And then she strained her hearing slightly, and she could hear Jeff breathing. In.. and out, in.. and out. His breaths were slow, and relaxed. Being drawn in and out of his mouth lazily as he slept. Lita had to stifle a laugh as Jeff let out a small snort. Typical, she thought, that even Jeff's snores are adorable.
The redheaded diva's thoughts were interrupted as Matt stepped out of the bathroom. He was towelling off his dark locks, dressed a stylish blue shirt, with black jeans. He rubbed his hair with the towel once more, and then threw it back over his head. Lita looked over at him, and placed a finger to her lips, gesturing for him to be quiet. He raised an eyebrow at her curiously, and she tossed her head in Jeff's direction. Matt's gaze fell on his sleeping brother, and a half smile crept onto his face.
The elder Hardy walked over to Lita's side of the bed, and leant down towards her. "Out cold, is he?"
Lita nodded, smiling up at Matt. "Sure is. I think he fell asleep halfway through 'Jerry Maguire'."
"What? He didn't even get to the 'Show me the money!' part?" Matt chuckled softly, his voice never straying above the level of a whisper.
"Nope. He was dead to the world by then." Lita pulled the covers over her, and held them close to her chest. "You still going to go out with Edge and Christian? You can stay and watch the rest of the movies with me? I don't think Jeff is going to be waking up anytime soon."
Matt sat on the edge of the bed, glancing at his brother. "Yeah, but he needs his rest. Poor guy. This whole Brock Lesnar thing has really bothered him, hasn't it?"
Lita nodded, her smile slipping off her face. "He feels guilty."
"He shouldn't."
"We both know that. I've tried telling him that. But he can't help but feel slightly responsible for what Brock did to us." Lita sighed, looking over at Jeff. He was still fast asleep, breathing as deeply as before.
Matt frowned. "You don't feel he's to blame, do you?"
"Of course not!" Lita said firmly, trying to keep her voice down. "No, I knew the risk I took going out there. If I didn't want to risk getting hurt, I would've stayed out the back. But I wanted to be out there with him, Matt. Who knows what Lesnar would've done to him if we weren't there."
Matt nodded slightly, understanding how Lita felt. He knew his little brother felt like he was to blame for their injuries, but they both understood the danger when they went out to ringside. They both knew Brock Lesnar was dangerous and power crazy.. and that he'd do anything, to anyone.
The dark haired Hardy glanced as the clock sitting on the bedside table. "Well, I've got to get going. I'm supposed to meet Edge and Christian downstairs in five minutes." He stood up from the bed, and made his way to the door. Before turning the handle, he turned back to Lita. "Do you want to come with us?"
Lita shook her head. "No, thanks. I really just feel like staying in and watching some movies. Besides, I'm all ready for bed." She smiled at him. "Thanks anyway. You guys go out, and enjoy yourselves."
Matt smiled back at her, and turned back towards the door.
"And Matt?"
"Yeah?"
"Behave, okay?"
Matt looked over his shoulder, and winked at the redhead. "We always do."
Lita laughed quietly as Matt closed the door behind him, leaving Lita alone with Jeff still sleeping soundly beside her. She stretched her arms above her head, yawning slightly as she did so. She wasn't quite tired yet, so she thought she'd stick another video in the VCR. Hopefully by the time she got through a couple of movies, she'd be ready for a good night's sleep.
Lita carefully pulled the covers down, pulling her legs out from underneath. Still laying on the bed, she turned her attention to Jeff once more. His snoring had ceased, for now. A smile formed on her lips once more, as she brushed a strand of green hair off his face. As if mesmerised by the softness of his skin, Lita rested her fingers on his temple. Slowly, gently, she trailed them down his cheek, running them down his jaw line. God, he was beautiful when he was asleep. Well, Lita thought he was gorgeous any time, but when he was sleeping... there was just something magical about him.
"Are you planning on just watching me sleep all night?"
Lita jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, thick with sleep. His eyes were still closed, and as Lita waited for him to say something more, she found herself wondering if she'd just imagined him speaking. He was lying still, breathing deeply as he was before. Did she just hear him speak?
Slowly, one eyelid fluttered opened, his green eye watching Lita idly. "So?"
Lita smirked. "So, what?"
"So were you planning on watching me sleep all night?"
She laughed quietly, bringing her hand up to his face again to tuck the loose strands of hair behind his ear. "Not all night, maybe just for a few hours." She grinned at him as he opened the other eye to look at her. "And then I was planning on shaving all your hair off. Or drawing a moustache on your with permanent marker. I hadn't decided yet."
Jeff smiled at her softly, his features still full of sleep. "Where's Matt?"
"Out with Edge and Christian. He was going to ask if you wanted to go, but he didn't want to wake you."
"Good. Don't really feel like doing anything tonight anyway." Jeff mumbled, his face being smothered by the pillow as his eyes slowly fell shut again.
"Oh, you're not going to sleep on me again, are you? We still have three other movies to watch." Lita whinged playfully, pulling the covers over her again.
Jeff looked up at her, his green eyes shining.
"No, don't give me those puppy dog eyes, Mister. They don't work on me."
Jeff merely continued to stare up at the redhead, even managing to get his lower lip trembling ever so slightly.
"No!" Lita said firmly, smiling at the youngest Hardy. "Jeff, don't! It won't work.. I am immune to your charms and wiles. You should know that by now."
More staring.
"Stop it!"
Silence and even more stares.
"Jeffrey!"
A small, dog-like whimper escaped from Jeff's mouth, and Lita groaned. "Fine! You win. No more movies. Are you happy now?" She stared up at the ceiling, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Yes. Extremely." Jeff stated. Lita wasn't even looking at him, her gaze still focused on the hotel ceiling, but she could tell by the tone in his voice that he was smiling brightly. She turned her head to the left to look at him, and realised she was correct. A massive grin was sitting on his face while he looked at her.
"You goof." Lita giggled, swatting him gently on the side of his arm. They laid there, looking at each other, smiling. Neither said a word as they looked into each other's eyes, their faces merely centimetres away from each other.
Lita felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter, as she stared into Jeff's eyes. What? Why was that happening? She'd looked at Jeff a million times before, and she'd never felt anything like this before. Those damn butterflies of hers must've really taken a liking to Jeff recently though. For the past few weeks, every time she'd look at Jeff, or she'd catch him looking at her, her butterflies would take off inside her stomach. It was the weirdest thing... and now, now as they lay side by side, looking into each other's eyes, Lita felt her heart quicken.
Still no words were spoken. The silence in the room was deafening. Something electric was in the air, Lita could just feel it. Finally, she broke their gaze, looking down at the covers on her body for a quick second, simply needing to break the intensity that was obvious between the two friends. When she returned her gaze back to Jeff, he quickly leant forward and pressed his lips to hers.
She was caught off guard, but not shocked. Lita wasn't quite sure how to react at first, and waited for Jeff to pull away. But then, when she realised he had no intention of pulling away, she realised herself how much she wanted to kiss him back. She closed her eyes, and trailed her hand behind Jeff's neck, running her fingers through his hair as the kiss deepened. Lita let out an involuntary moan as she felt Jeff's hand on her bare stomach, twirling his fingers over her skin.
They pulled apart, and Lita licked her lips as she looked at Jeff, wide eyed. Jeff stared at her, mirroring her reaction. "Li.. we just.."
Lita nodded, and smiled at him softly. She took his hand in her own, and linked her fingers through his. Jeff looked down at both their hands, then back up at her. "Does this mean.. that you feel the same way for me, that I feel for you?"
She laughed slightly, and kissed him gently. She pulled back. "Answer your question?"
Jeff looked at her steadily, a small amount of confusion and uncertainty still playing on his features.
"You are a goof, Jeff."