Title: Anyone But Me

Chapter 6

Author: Kora

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Rating: R, someday I promise to try and write something with a more tame rating.

Disclaimer: The following characters belong to WWE and all the people and companies who deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own twisted enjoyment.

Author's Note: After ALL this time, we come to it - the end! Okay, so, actually the next part is the end but finally I am completing this series. I'm sorry for the long gap but hey, for the faithful who kept asking or even the new readers - at least there is an end, a completion….feel fulfilled!!

And hey, while you're at it, vote for me and my WWE fics at the Moonlight fic awards! The link is in my profile!

There are other great Authors to vote for too, so don't think this is all just shameless self-promotion…though most of it is - LOL.

Also, here be the sex! Or not really - seeing as FF is a pussycat when it comes to this stuff. If you want the whole story in it's uncut, smutty entirety, go to:

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You'll have to add the www and the angelfire and the com, 'cause FF won't let you post links in stories either - sigh - Put it together though, and you'll get what you want - hard work pays off!!

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Jericho lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had to have been lying there for at least two hours. Just staring up, unable to sleep or relax or anything. He couldn't stop thinking about that night, couldn't stop thinking about Molly.

There was a chill in the air and he drew the covers up over his bare arms and chest, trying to get comfortable, his long hair, still loose from earlier, brushing over his skin as he moved, causing goosebumps to rise on his flesh.

He let out a sigh, his thoughts still on Molly. He could see her perfectly in his mind's eye. The food she had cooked hadn't been that spectacular and the dance they had shared was a toe-crushing disaster and yet he still felt as if everything had been a success.

He had seen another side of her and it was greatly appealing. And the side she had all ready shown him, hell, that was growing on him too.

He couldn't seem to stop thinking about her and as he lay there, the cold night air washing over him, he found his thoughts joining her downstairs. He sat up a little. He had claimed the bedroom and the bed all for his own.

Molly, playing up her sweet happy act to piss him off, had been eager to let him have his way, opting to sleep downstairs on the bearskin rug before the fireplace. She had forsaken the couch and the plush armchairs to rub it in, trying to make him feel like a jackass.

Earlier he had vowed to not let it work but right now it was doing a good job.

All he could think of was how she was down there on the floor. This night was exceptionally cold, more so than the others as the blizzard seemed to have only intensified, and he found himself worrying about her.

She was in front of the fireplace but still, that floor couldn't be good for her, bear skin rug or no. He rose to his feet and softly padded down the tiny flight of stairs towards the living room.

He could see her before the fireplace. He swallowed thickly when he saw what she wore. It was the same cotton nightie from the Divas Undressed photo shoot. He couldn't believe it. He remembered asking her if she had brought anything from it and she had brushed him off. He had meant it as a teasing, he'd never thought to take it seriously and now here she was fulfilling one of his daydreams.

She lay on her stomach, her face to one side as she slept. Her blanket had been kicked off and he could see her twitch now and then from the cold.

He walked over and leaned down. He paused above her, wondering what exactly he planned on doing when suddenly his body seemed to make the decision for him involuntarily. He lowered himself down over top of her, his chest brushing her back as his mouth went for the shell of her ear.

He took the soft piece of flesh into his mouth, sucking lightly. Molly moaned, moving slightly against him as his tongue traced the outline of her lobe, nibbling sweetly. He teased her for a few moments longer before she turned over to face him. Her eyes were glossy and unfocused as she made a few sleepy sounds.

He looked at her, his eyes full of some emotion he couldn't place as he lowered his head and kissed her. His mouth brushing over hers tenderly. Molly let out a little surprised sound as his lips kissed hers. His tongue flicked over her dry lips, wetting them, pressing slightly but not yet seeking entrance.

His mouth left there to go down her chin, aiming for the side of her neck. He nuzzled the flesh there, his open mouth playing with her pulse. His arms wrapped around her and he drew her close, their bodies pressed neatly together as if clicking the pieces of a puzzle into place.

He slowly toted her up into his arms. She looked at him, her face a cross between sleep and arousal as he carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom. The covers were still tossed back from when he had risen and he slowly sat her down, drawing the covers over her. She finally spoke, her voice nothing more than a whisper, "What are you doing?"

"It's too cold out there. You sleep here, I'll sleep on the couch." Jericho said and kissed her forehead as he tucked her in. He was about to draw away but Molly's fingers encircled his arms, "No, wait!"

She drew him down to her, until his body was almost over top hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his head down, her mouth covering his. Jericho allowed it to happen, let her tongue enter his mouth.

It was one of the first mutual kisses they had ever shared. It was also the first one they had shared with them being in their right mind. There was no alcohol or anger to cloud them this time as they kissed softly fingers threading through hair, tongues dueling gently.

Jeircho eventually broke away, his voice husky, "You have to go to sleep now."

"Stay?" Molly squeaked, then said more forcefully, "I want you to stay."

Jericho sighed, feeling as if a heavy weight was upon him, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?"

"Because, frankly, if I stay we're going to fu...we'll have...we'll sleep together." Jericho stumbled around his words. He could have put it several different ways, ways he was more accustom to but at this moment he felt it was better to use a more appropriate term.

Molly shrugged, "Maybe I want to."

"Molly..."

"I'm sick of always being the good girl. All that purity and repression. I want to know what all those other girls are talking about and I just got the impression that you - that you're interested and since no one else..." there were tears in her eyes which she kept trying to hide by blinking but Jericho saw them and let out a heavy sigh.

"Molly, I can't believe I'm saying this but...maybe you should wait, you know? Save yourself for someone you love..."

"Maybe I am," Molly whispered breathlessly, "Jericho...Chris...I think I'm...falling in," she sucked in a breath, skipping the next word to only say, "with you."

Jericho swallowed, his adam's apple moving as he replied hoarsely, "Molly, don't say that. You can't, we don't even know each other and...and I can't handle that kind of responsibility."

"I can. It's my choice, Jericho. My decision. I want to. Please, make love to me."

Jesus Christ, she wanted him to make love to her. He couldn't do this. He just couldn't. Her softly spoken words hit him like a fist to the gut. He'd never had someone say that to him before. Make love to me in that quivering, desperate voice.

She shouldn't be here, looking so damn vulnerable and beautiful, asking him to make love to her. Not a woman like her; not a man like him. He should get the hell out of here, right now. He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. For the first time in his life, he was going to be a goddamn hero. He couldn't believe it.

"Molly, don't you see that I can't?"

"Is," her voice dropped an octave, "something wrong with me?"

"No, Jesus, it's just...this isn't easy."

"No one said it was. Look, I want you, I'm making the decision, I'll take the consequences if there are any. I don't expect anything from you in the morning I just want one night. I want to feel loved just once and...and desirable and I want it from you. Spike and the Hurricane they never made me feel the way you do. Like I'm burning and...please?"

He looked at her, looked into her eyes and bit out a curse as his resolve melted. It was too hard being the good guy. He wanted her and she wanted him and his mind was too busy humming with the idea of sex than to concentrate on reasons not to do this.

He kept himself at bay no longer.