TITLE: All My Love.
AUTHOR: Jadedvixen.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: So far it's been pretty tame. So PG-13. But it might go up to an R later. Maybe.
CONTENT: Swearing (naughty words!), Sexual themes, and Violence. All
the things that make a good fic! hehe. Also in the next few chapters there will be assault.. so, if anyone's offended, turn away!
SUMMARY: Lita get's a secret admirer... That turns out to be more than a little creepy. Lita/Jeff pairing.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince
McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
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Lita could feel his hands on her body. His arm was draped around her chest, and his body was pressed up against her side. She could feel his breath on her neck. His skin on hers. Hunter was still there.. touching her...
Her heart began to beat faster as she opened her eyes. Sunlight was streaming through the hotel window, and she blinked her eyes wildly as they adjusted to the bright light that filled the room.
She sat up from the bed quickly, flinging his arm away from her. Her breaths were short and panicky as she jumped up from the bed, and looked at him sleeping on her bed.
Her breath fell, and the panic melted away as she saw who it was sleeping beside her.
Jeff.
He had woken up now, from her movement.
"Mornin'." He smiled lazily at her as he rubbed his eyes and yawned. "How you feeling?"
Lita approached the bed, and sat down next to him.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to wake you up. I just though - I felt your arm and I thought..." She bit her lip hard, trying to keep her voice from wavering.
"Hey, it's okay." He shuffled against the pillows, sitting more upright. "It was about time I woke up, anyway."
Lita stared at the bed covers, picking at the material. She sighed softly, and felt the familiar sensation of tears pricking at her eyes. She quickly rubbed at her eyes, praying that she wouldn't cry. Not now, not right in front of Jeff. Her thoughts drifted to the night before. It was too late for even that. He had already seen her cry last night. He had seen her cry until no more tears fell. Until she was left sobbing, hard and raw.
It hadn't been long after Hunter left that there was a knock on Lita's hotel room. At first, Lita wasn't going to answer the door, fearful that it was Hunter. Or even if it wasn't.. she wasn't quite in the mood for company. But when she heard Jeff call to her through the door, she ran to it and flung it open.
She fell into his arms, weeping. He held her close, and she told him all about Hunter. All about how he was her secret admirer, and how he had forced himself upon her. Lita wasn't sure how she managed to tell Jeff everything, being in the state she was in. She wasn't even sure that she had used full sentences. And when Jeff knew everything, he laid on the bed with her, holding her. He stayed until she fell asleep against him. He stayed the entire night. Holding her.
Jeff rubbed Lita's shoulder, causing her to turn and look at him. "Li, I'm sorry I left you alone last night."
She frowned slightly, shaking her head. "Jeff, you didn't leave me. You stayed with me the whole night."
He shook his head in return, his eyes flashing with something unrecognisable. Could it have been guilt? "No, I mean.. before that. At the arena. I just left you. You had no idea who your admirer was, or where he was going to meet you. And I just left you alone." Jeff looked down, his turn to play with the bed covers.
"Don't."
Jeff looked up, eyes locking onto hers. "Don't what?"
"Don't you dare blame yourself. I don't want you - or Matt for that matter - blaming yourselves. I wanted to meet him. I wanted to stay behind at the arena. I wanted to be alone when I met him." Lita's voice wavered as she continued. "If there's anyone to blame, it's me."
Jeff took her in his arms. "Don't you dare blame yourself. You're right. This isn't me or Matt's fault. But it isn't yours either." He stroked her hair as her head lay on his shoulder. "It's Hunter's. He's the one to blame here, Li."
Jeff pulled away, getting up from the bed. "We'll get him for this, you know that, don't you? Me, Matt... everyone in the damn business.. we'll get him for this." His face was steady, his eyes cold as stone.
When Jeff had seen Lita the night before, terrified and traumatised, it had made him sick to his stomach. And then finding out that it was Triple H that had caused this pain - he wanted to kill him. Wanted to hurt him. Wanted to see his blood. It took all of his willpower to stay there with Lita, and not find him and beat him to a bloody pulp.
"What am I going to do, Jeff?" She asked, her voice small and weak.
Jeff shook his head. "I don't know. Do you want to ask Vince if you can have some time off? Just go home, and wait til this blows over?"
"No!" Lita's voice had taken on a powerful tone, and she breathed deeply before continuing. "No, Jeff. I'm not going to let him scare me away. I'll do the shows. I will not let the fact that Hunter will be there, intimidate me."
Jeff stood in silence. Standing next to the bed, looking down at the beautiful redhead. She was amazing. This man was crazy - sending her love letters, then attacking her in her own hotel room - he didn't even want to think of what Hunter was planning on doing next. But yet, she still wanted to go out and do her job, even if it meant being near him. She didn't want him to win.
He watched her as she slipped off the bed, and walked into the bathroom. He could hear the water in the shower run, and he sank back into the bed, his thoughts returning to how much he wanted to see Triple H suffer. He had to pay for what he had done. He couldn't wait until he saw Hunter next. He'd give him a beating he'd never recover from.
Maybe not. Maybe that would just make things even worse for Lita. Damn it, Jeff didn't know how to handle this. Lita may say that she's a big girl, and can look after herself, but Jeff knew that sometimes she just needed someone to hold her. Like he did last night.
Last night. God, it was horrible seeing Lita that upset. It felt like his insides were turning inside out, and that his skin was buring just watching her cry and cry. He held her as tightly as he could, but she still cried. The image of her sobbing in his arms, her breaths strained and her eyes red and swollen pierced his mind.
Oh yes, Triple H would pay.
AUTHOR: Jadedvixen.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: So far it's been pretty tame. So PG-13. But it might go up to an R later. Maybe.
CONTENT: Swearing (naughty words!), Sexual themes, and Violence. All
the things that make a good fic! hehe. Also in the next few chapters there will be assault.. so, if anyone's offended, turn away!
SUMMARY: Lita get's a secret admirer... That turns out to be more than a little creepy. Lita/Jeff pairing.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince
McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
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Lita could feel his hands on her body. His arm was draped around her chest, and his body was pressed up against her side. She could feel his breath on her neck. His skin on hers. Hunter was still there.. touching her...
Her heart began to beat faster as she opened her eyes. Sunlight was streaming through the hotel window, and she blinked her eyes wildly as they adjusted to the bright light that filled the room.
She sat up from the bed quickly, flinging his arm away from her. Her breaths were short and panicky as she jumped up from the bed, and looked at him sleeping on her bed.
Her breath fell, and the panic melted away as she saw who it was sleeping beside her.
Jeff.
He had woken up now, from her movement.
"Mornin'." He smiled lazily at her as he rubbed his eyes and yawned. "How you feeling?"
Lita approached the bed, and sat down next to him.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to wake you up. I just though - I felt your arm and I thought..." She bit her lip hard, trying to keep her voice from wavering.
"Hey, it's okay." He shuffled against the pillows, sitting more upright. "It was about time I woke up, anyway."
Lita stared at the bed covers, picking at the material. She sighed softly, and felt the familiar sensation of tears pricking at her eyes. She quickly rubbed at her eyes, praying that she wouldn't cry. Not now, not right in front of Jeff. Her thoughts drifted to the night before. It was too late for even that. He had already seen her cry last night. He had seen her cry until no more tears fell. Until she was left sobbing, hard and raw.
It hadn't been long after Hunter left that there was a knock on Lita's hotel room. At first, Lita wasn't going to answer the door, fearful that it was Hunter. Or even if it wasn't.. she wasn't quite in the mood for company. But when she heard Jeff call to her through the door, she ran to it and flung it open.
She fell into his arms, weeping. He held her close, and she told him all about Hunter. All about how he was her secret admirer, and how he had forced himself upon her. Lita wasn't sure how she managed to tell Jeff everything, being in the state she was in. She wasn't even sure that she had used full sentences. And when Jeff knew everything, he laid on the bed with her, holding her. He stayed until she fell asleep against him. He stayed the entire night. Holding her.
Jeff rubbed Lita's shoulder, causing her to turn and look at him. "Li, I'm sorry I left you alone last night."
She frowned slightly, shaking her head. "Jeff, you didn't leave me. You stayed with me the whole night."
He shook his head in return, his eyes flashing with something unrecognisable. Could it have been guilt? "No, I mean.. before that. At the arena. I just left you. You had no idea who your admirer was, or where he was going to meet you. And I just left you alone." Jeff looked down, his turn to play with the bed covers.
"Don't."
Jeff looked up, eyes locking onto hers. "Don't what?"
"Don't you dare blame yourself. I don't want you - or Matt for that matter - blaming yourselves. I wanted to meet him. I wanted to stay behind at the arena. I wanted to be alone when I met him." Lita's voice wavered as she continued. "If there's anyone to blame, it's me."
Jeff took her in his arms. "Don't you dare blame yourself. You're right. This isn't me or Matt's fault. But it isn't yours either." He stroked her hair as her head lay on his shoulder. "It's Hunter's. He's the one to blame here, Li."
Jeff pulled away, getting up from the bed. "We'll get him for this, you know that, don't you? Me, Matt... everyone in the damn business.. we'll get him for this." His face was steady, his eyes cold as stone.
When Jeff had seen Lita the night before, terrified and traumatised, it had made him sick to his stomach. And then finding out that it was Triple H that had caused this pain - he wanted to kill him. Wanted to hurt him. Wanted to see his blood. It took all of his willpower to stay there with Lita, and not find him and beat him to a bloody pulp.
"What am I going to do, Jeff?" She asked, her voice small and weak.
Jeff shook his head. "I don't know. Do you want to ask Vince if you can have some time off? Just go home, and wait til this blows over?"
"No!" Lita's voice had taken on a powerful tone, and she breathed deeply before continuing. "No, Jeff. I'm not going to let him scare me away. I'll do the shows. I will not let the fact that Hunter will be there, intimidate me."
Jeff stood in silence. Standing next to the bed, looking down at the beautiful redhead. She was amazing. This man was crazy - sending her love letters, then attacking her in her own hotel room - he didn't even want to think of what Hunter was planning on doing next. But yet, she still wanted to go out and do her job, even if it meant being near him. She didn't want him to win.
He watched her as she slipped off the bed, and walked into the bathroom. He could hear the water in the shower run, and he sank back into the bed, his thoughts returning to how much he wanted to see Triple H suffer. He had to pay for what he had done. He couldn't wait until he saw Hunter next. He'd give him a beating he'd never recover from.
Maybe not. Maybe that would just make things even worse for Lita. Damn it, Jeff didn't know how to handle this. Lita may say that she's a big girl, and can look after herself, but Jeff knew that sometimes she just needed someone to hold her. Like he did last night.
Last night. God, it was horrible seeing Lita that upset. It felt like his insides were turning inside out, and that his skin was buring just watching her cry and cry. He held her as tightly as he could, but she still cried. The image of her sobbing in his arms, her breaths strained and her eyes red and swollen pierced his mind.
Oh yes, Triple H would pay.