Chapter Eighteen Disclaimer: Much as I'd like to say so, this story is my property, along with some characters involved, and whatnot. I make no claims to Matt Hardy, Jeff hardy, Adam Copeland, Amy Dumas, or any other WWE Superstar and/or Diva, any TNA Superstar and/or Knockout, or anyone else. The WWE Superstars and Divas are property of themselves. Their souls belong to the evil Vince McMahon, or, as I like to call him, the Devil. The TNA Superstars and Knockouts are property of themselves, and possibly TNA Management. They are the ones who either regained their souls from the Devil, or just had the common sense not to sell their souls.

NOTE: This chapter most definitely contains sexual encounters and strong language usage. If this offends you in any way, shape, or form, please save yourself the trouble, and DON'T READ.

Krys looked up in surprise when she saw Matt facing her. "...Matt...?" she asked slowly, sitting up on the bed. She stared up at him, surprise and confusion written all over her face. "Um, not that I don't appreciate it, but... why are you looking at me that way?"

Saying nothing, Matt helped Krys to her feet, despite her protests that she was alright, and didn't need any help getting up. Sighing, she had no choice but to let him haul her to her feet. Finally, she was standing face to face with him, curiosity and confusion etched across her features. "So... what's up, oh fearless leader?" she asked, looking mildly confused again.

"I want to touch you," he said boldly. Krys, who had not been expecting this, looked shocked, then got a slightly reddish tint to her light brown features.

"Matt, I'm flattered, really. But I know you don't feel anything for me at all. So I'd appreciate it if you went to your room, and let me stay in mine." There was a firm set to her voice, and if anything, it turned Matt on more.

He crushed her close to him, raised her shocked face to his, and said, "You're a damn liar." And brushed his lips over hers. It wasn't much, only enough to make her close her eyes and dream of how much more she could get. "Such a liar."

And with that, she was his.

Instantly, as their mouths joined again, memories of that one night barraged their heads, forcing them to remember what had happened between them. Krys sighed, letting Matt's hands slide down her back, thoughts of that night slamming into her head. "God, Matt," she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Matt hugged her back, and, before he had the slightest clue what was happening, they were locked in a passionate kiss. Matt could feel himself hardening, and he wanted nothing more than to push this girl down on the bed and have his way with her. He pulled her shirt off, and pulled away from her. Her brown eyes were sparkling, and her breath was coming out in short gasps, making her breasts rise temptingly. His eyes roamed her body hungrily, and he ran his hands over them, making her gasp and moan his name. "Matt..." she sighed, tilting her head back and moaning quietly. She'd never been so... so needy for anyone before, but Matt got to her far more than anyone else ever could, or would.

Matt wanted so desperately to be inside her, but this time, he was under his own influence, instead of under his own horny thoughts. He was thinking logically now, instead of spontaneously. This time, he wasn't attached in any way, shape, or form. He didn't need to worry about anyone holding him back from what he'd wanted to do for the past two years. The only thing that could stop him now was Krys herself, and he was sure she was too far gone to even think about stopping him. He was completely free. He slid his hands down to her waist, and his body began to pick up where his mind had left off.

Matt's hands slid down her waist, and to her ring gear, the red booty shorts with the embroidered "MH" on both sides. He pulled them down to reveal... absolutely nothing. His member throbbed painfully at the feel of her naked under her shorts, and he lowered her to the nearest surface, needing to be inside her NOW.

Matt tore his mouth away from hers, his breathing harsh and labored. "If you want me to stop this now," he said, voice husky with need and want, "you have only one chance. If not, I won't be responsible for my actions."

"Don't stop..." she begged him. He was only too happy to oblige.

In a rush to get her nightshirt from her body, he wound up ripping the shirt she'd been wearing, causing a small moan of distress. Oh well. There's a lot of things better to come out of this, like me and Matt together again. What's a shirt compared to the man of your dreams?

Matt ripped the shirt in half, revealing a very lacy matching bra and panty set. His member, which had become painfully hard before, was now straining against his boxers and jeans. He was sure that if he wasn't inside her soon, that they'd both explode. And he knew she couldn't wait this time around.

So, he decided to make her wait.

Gently, he placed her on the bed, pinning her arms above her head with only one hand. She appeared to want to tear him apart, but she decided to try and keep her composure. But with the hungry gaze Matt had fixed on her, he made her squirm with want. She hoped whatever he had in mind as foreplay ended soon, or else she didn't know what she'd do to him.

Matt gently lowered his face to hers, and kissed her softly. Sighing into the kiss, she returned it with all she had. As they kissed, Matt's free hand teased her breasts through her bra. He used his thumb and forefinger to rub the nipple, earning him a deep purr, almost turning into a growl, when he used his tongue and began to lave her twin.

As she moaned and bucked her hips, Matt used his other hand, the one restraining her arms, to glide down her body. He removed his tongue from one peaked bosom, and turned his attention to the other. His hands glided down her torso, and didn't stop until they found her womanly core. She gasped when he touched her, and closed her eyes and moaned when he slid a finger inside. "Matt..." she sighed. "Don't make me wait. PLEASE!" Grinning evilly, he started to tease her bud, sending ripples of ecstasy through her, starting to make her squirm and cry out his name.

Matt's mouth, which had seemed to be suctioned to her breast, finally lifted to her mouth for one more kiss, all the while moving his finger inside her. Krys's hands found his hair, and she dug her hands through it, trying so hard, and failing miserably not to lose control. Before she knew what was happening, Matt's head had lowered, and his now-black eyes were giving her such a heated look, she couldn't say no, even if she'd wanted to. She nodded her assent, and he lowered his head once more.

She'd all but screamed as he tasted her.

As he continued to slide his fingers inside her, and exploring her with his mouth, she writhed desperately underneath him. She finally tensed beneath him, and started to shudder. Matt hissed his approval as she literally unfolded in his arms, a small explosion erupting inside her.

"God, Matt, don't make me wait any longer," she begged. "Please, I need you now! PLEASE!"

Before another thing was spoken, he moved away, heading to his room, and leaving the panting woman what he was doing. Not even three seconds later, he had reemerged with a small stereo. He placed it next to the TV on the entertainment center, turned it on, and popped in her Aerosmith CD. Her eyes sparkled with appreciation and admiration, as he turned to the song she'd most wanted to make love to, number seven, "Cryin'".

He tore his ring pants from him, in a rush to rid himself of the constricting material. The shirt and boxers came off as soon as Matt's shoes and pants were off of his legs, and he eased himself down, not wanting to ruin the moment.

The logical side of him was screaming for him to get away from her, that if he did this now, his whole relationship with Amy would be a sham, and that Shannon would be right. But the side of him that was definitely rearing its head, his unbelievably horny side, paid no mind to its screaming counterpart. To his devilish side, the screaming was merely a whisper, and what was being whispered, he couldn't hear.

Without waiting a second longer, Matt ripped off his clothes and joined her on the bed. He reached into the drawer, and pulled on a condom. He wanted kids eventually down the road, but not this soon. And, with one quick thrust, he was inside her.

History was repeating itself. They were going down the same road as before, and neither of them knew where it would take them.

She cried his name as he moved inside her. Matt felt right at home, as the two moved to a rhythm only lovers knew. It felt so good to be with her again, this time, with nothing to keep them apart. Amy had been the only road block before, this time around, there was no Amy, no Shannon, nothing to stop them. His hands, which had previously, since being removed from her tight feminine nest, had nested themselves on either side of her, now moved to yank her legs higher in the air, allowing deeper penetration. She howled in desperation as he withdrew almost all the way, and she tried reaching around, doing all she could to guide him back home. Matt then drove home, making her scream his name.

With one quick thrust, he was inside her, and her hips bucked up in response. "God, Matt!" she cried, her arms reaching up to wrap themselves around his neck. She begged him to go faster, and he did just that. Krys gasped as he moved faster and faster, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him on.

Sweat was pouring down his back and chest once again, but at least this time, it was being put to good use. He watched in delight as it dripped off of his body, and right onto Krys's, dribbling deliciously down the valley between her breasts. He dipped his head between her breasts, and licked it away, bringing the both of them to the point of ecstasy. Krys wrapped her legs around his waist, and cried out her apparent approval, as they both came at the same time.

"Oh God, Matt," she screamed. "I'm almost there! Oh God, don't stop!"

He'd definitely had no intention of doing so. Sweat made its way down both their bodies, the two of them hardly noticing it. Krys closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth, begging him not to stop. Matt promised her that he wouldn't, that he never would, and continued to move inside her. Emotion was strong, and all that could be heard now, was the sound of heavy breathing, and the bedsprings being put to excellent use. Matt hitched her legs even further around his waist, and moved even faster.

She howled his name again, this time, digging her nails into his back and shoulders once again. "Oh God!" she cried as she exploded in his arms. "Matt!"

He gritted his teeth as he felt his own coming. "Krys," he sighed, not letting her legs from around around his waist. He rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard as they both came down from a most powerful eruption. Krys merely kissed his forehead, then rested his head against her chest, closing her eyes contentedly.

The two remained like this throughout the night, naturally curling into each other in their dreams.

xXThe Next MorningXx

When Krys awoke the next morning, she was alone. Shooting up quickly in her bed, she covered herself with the bedsheets, looking around for Matt. Please don't let that have been a dream, she mentally begged. The sound of running water eased her frantic thoughts, knowing that he hadn't left her throughout the night. She didn't how he would be able to move much, with how much his member had been put to use throughout the evening before. They both had indulged during the night, each waking up, and finishing what had started earlier. They hadn't fully called it a night until around four-thirty, because, frankly, by then, they were both too tired to do anything more.

The shower ceased, and Matt emerged from the bathroom approximately five minutes later, a towel slung temptingly low on his hips, another towel drying off his gorgeous black locks.

He caught sight of her awake, and a smile graced his face. "Morning," he said.

Instead of greeting him with a "Good morning", she bounded over to the end of the queen-sized bed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him long and deeply. "Good morning," she said finally, after she'd broken the kiss.

"How're you feelin'?" he asked.

She stretched in front of him, still naked. "Incredibly, and happily good." She then wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, then flopped back onto the bed, splaying herself in front of him. "How about a little bedroom bam-bam?" she said, grinning mischievously.

"I should think I agree," he said, equally mischievously. He climbed on top of her, yanking the sheets away with a very horny grin on his face. Leaning into her, with his weight pressing her down, he kissed her, his hands gripping her hips. Without a second thought, he took her by the hips, and rolled, taking her with him. She landed on top of him, and he eased them back toward the headboard. "Make it hot," he suggested, this time, his eyebrows wiggling temptingly.

Without hesitation, she lifted her hips, and he eased her down onto his manhood. She gasped, feeling him fill her again. She sighed, letting her emotions get the better of her, and began to move up and down. Soon, she found a slow pace boring, so she began to move faster on him, moaning her pleasure. She loved this, loved him. And he could tell.

Grabbing her hair, and dragging her face close to his, he whispered raggedly, "You know I'm never gonna get enough of you."

"I know," she said back, grinding her hips against his. "I'll never get enough of you, either." To prove her point, she leaned down, with him still inside her, and began to move, closing her eyes and moaning softly.

Matt took her hips in his hands, and, kissing her deeply, he guided her movements, adding to the eroticism. He bucked his hips instinctively with each thrust, taking in deep joy when she began adding moans and whimpers to their kiss. He moved faster every few minutes, reveling in her cries and moans. Finally, she started to cry out, her muscles contracted around him, and they both erupted together.

"I think we might need a shower," he said with a small smile. Krys laughed and agreed.

xXTwo Hours LaterXx

"God, I think I love him," Krys commented to Kira over the phone. "Last night, and this morning, it was so amazing. I loved every second of it. I swear, I think this could be a breakthrough for us!"

"Krys, you don't know how glad that makes me, hearing you so happy," Kira said, genuine happiness in her voice. The two had remained great friends through a short relationship and breakup, and Krys could go to Kira about anything. Kira would always give her opinion on the subject, straight up, no bull.

"So, enough about me. What about you?" Krys rolled over with the sheets, still covering her naked body. "I hear you've got a certain Legend Killer on your arm now." Kira giggled, and Krys squealed. "Details, girl, details!"

"Well, you know how Mark was getting really jealous and shit over me, right?" Krys said yes, and Kira continued. "Well, Randy kinda made me see the error of my ways by staying with Mark after he got fired. He had treated me like shit, and it was rubbing off on me." Krys made a rude noise, sounding like her cursing Mark in French, and Kira laughed again. "Don't tempt me, Krys. The idea is still too appealing at the moment. Anyway, we went to dinner, Randy and I, and we were talking and kissing in the hotel lobby on the way back from dinner, when, all of a sudden, Mark came out of nowhere, and tried to beat Randy up." Krys cursed again, and Kira laughed. "Yes, I wanted to rip his testicles off, too." The two girls laughed, then Kira continued. "I broke up with him, and he slapped me, making my lip bleed." Krys could tell that her closest friend was getting pissed just thinking about it.

"Hon, if you don't want to go into the whole thing, I'll understand," Krys said quickly. "Anyway, tell me, how have things been with Randy?"

Kira's tone got its happy ring to it again, making Krys smile. "The sex is great, lemme tell ya!" she said excitedly. "Oh, wait a sec, Randy's here!" Krys was on hold, while Kira spoke to Randy. Hearing the two of them in the background just made her crack a smile. And she had to try her hardest not to laugh when she heard Kira squeal. A few seconds later, Kira picked up the phone, and said, "Krys, I'll talk to you later. Randy has another Orton he'd like me to meet, if you get my drift." Krys could practically picture Kira wiggling her eyebrows as she spoke, and she laughed at her friend.

"Okay, no problem. I'll wait here for Matty to come back from the gym." Krys could hear Kira starting to moan when Randy did something, and she had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing again. "Hang up the phone, Kira, I don't wanna hear your sex-capades!"

"Bye, Krys," Randy said pleasantly over the phone. "Kira has a friend of mine I'd really, really like for her to meet."

"I don't wanna know, Randall," she said. "Buh-bye."

"Bye." Krys could distinctly hear Kira squeal, "BYE KRYS!" as Randy hung the phone up. As the phone was starting to be placed back on the hook, she heard Randy say, "C'mere, sexy."

Swearing she would never become like that with Matt, Krys sighed and lay back against the Matty scented sheets. He had left an hour before Kira had called to tell her about the new twist to hers and Matt's match at Survivor Series 2005. Kira and Randy had run it by Eric Bischoff, who had taken them to Vince to personally run it by him, and he loved it, and immediately sent word to Stephanie. Krys, upon hearing it, had instantly told Kira she loved her, and that if she lost, she'd see her on SmackDown a few weeks later.

A few moments passed, and Krys allowed her mind to wander to the future. Would she and Matt have a future? She knew that one thing was sure about Matthew Moore Hardy: Nothing was for sure. He was a great guy, sure, but he would get so pissed about the littlest things. She remembered Amy telling her about one time, when Matt had blown up at her for using his computer to play a CD. Amy had apologized, but had been annoyed to no end by it. Krys, quite frankly, found it appealing that he was so fiercely protective of his things. Growing up with nothing, you tend to stick close to your worldly possessions.

She smiled when she heard the card key lock click, then the door open. She tossed the book she'd been reading to the side of the bed, and started to jump into his arms, but froze at the reserved look on his face. "Matty, what's wrong?" she asked, laying back on the bed, and frowning a little.

"I need to tell you something."

Bracing herself, she looked mildly panicked. "What's on your mind?"

He took a deep breath, he looked down, then raised his head, and looked her dead in the eyes. "I think last night - last night and this morning - was a mistake."

She stiffened, grasping the sheets over her naked body. "Excuse me?" she said, getting up from the bed.

"I'm sorry, but I think it shouldn't have happened."

"How can you say that?" she cried, standing up straight and staring at him through wide eyes.

"Passion isn't everything, and you know it."

She glared at him, hurt in her eyes. "This isn't about me," she said. "I finally get it. You're still hurting over Amy."

"This isn't about Amy-"

"Bull fucking shit!" she yelled. "Stop being such a pussy about this whole thing! Be a man, and get over it! Adam's a man, Amy's a woman, it was BOUND TO HAPPEN!"

"Krys, I'm sorry."

"How could you use me like this?" she cried, moving away from him. "How could you use my body, and the love I feel for you, to try and push Amy from your mind? Does it really hurt you that much, that much, that you would take the one woman in this company that loved you, and use her love as some sort of sick pleasure?"

"That's not what this was about," he said. "Yes, I'm still hurting over what Amy did, I'm going to. But you and me, Amy has nothing to do with you and me."

"Oh, yeah right," she sneered. "She has nothing to do with this, what a fucking laugh. You know what, Matt, this whole thing, you and me, it's bullshit. And you know why?" she seethed. "Because I've got nothing more than Amy Dumas' sloppy seconds, her soiled goods." She was fighting back tears, he could see. "I refuse, Matt, I refuse to play second best to Amy! You used me to try and get Amy out of your mind! So what does that make me, a whore? YOUR whore?" She shook her head no. "I wanted you, Matt, can't you see that? I want you, not the broken down, shell that once was Matt Hardy." She grabbed up her suitcase, and headed for Matt's door. "And if Amy's little bitch is all you are now, then I'm better off by myself."

Matt tried to go after her, grab her arm, do something! "Krys-"

"Go to hell, Matt!" The door slammed behind her, and before she slammed the door in his face, he swore he saw tears falling down her face. In fact, he could clearly see the tears falling down her face.

Once again, he'd hurt her.

He seemed to make a habit of doing it lately.

The room was now silent, when only hours before, it had been alive, with the sound of them together. Loving each other, the only way they knew how. Matt put his head in his hands and sighed. What in the hell is wrong with me? he thought. I used her body for my own sick pleasures, to get Amy from my mind, and now she hates me. What in God's name is wrong with me?