Title: I Will Always Love You
Author: Juliette
Rating: Teen with Mature Themes
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone you see in this fiction. They are the property of WWE and to themselves. So please do not sue me. Because all you will get from me is student loans and a very fat black and white cat named Max, and two frisky and somewhat annoying kittens.
Summary: One-shot Series about Valentines day, the diva's and the superstars are celebrating the most romantic holidays in their own special ways.
Author's Note: A little late but my Valentine Day's one-shot series. It is exactly like my Christmas one, but it will have different parings and well I will probably write one for all the diva's except Ca-dog (Candice) and Ashtray(Ashley) I do not like those girls they drive me absolutely crazy.
Thank you for all your reviews, it has been a fun trip. I love doing these One-shot series the only thing that annoys me is that now I don't have a holiday coming up that allows me to do another. The only one I would even think about doing is one in October for Halloween. And that is way to far off, to even think about doing. So maybe I will do a summer one in May, but if you have any suggestions for a basis for a one-shot series please voice them. I adore doing these.
Perfect Moments
Honeysuckle. The sweet scent of Trish's hair filled his senses as he blinked owlishly awake. One glance at the clock told him it was still early and he shifted slowly, trying to avoid waking her. He breathed in deeply, his mind processing the lovely scent. When he had first met her had noticed that she had a particular scent that he found alluring, and yet he couldn't place it. When they had started getting close, he had been tempted to ask her more than once what it was, but he would often chicken out, afraid to sound too wimpy. Instead he would hug her, letting his head rest in her hair, breathing in deeply.
In the end he never had to ask. All he had to do was take a look at the bright pink shampoo bottle that now inhabited his shower mixed with his. The first time he had walked into the bathroom after she had finally moved in was something he never forget.
It had sent an odd tug to his belly when he saw her neon pink tooth-brush next to his plain black one, to see her sink robe hanging on the door. Sharing things with her was better than he could've ever imagined. He had always been more of a loner, someone that needed his space. But with her, he couldn't wait to have his things be hers too: his pets, his home, and his life.
Turning to look at her now, her hair fanned across the pillow, her body turned slightly towards his, sleeping peacefully. He let his hand trail up to stroke the soft flesh of her arm. The rain beating against the window lulled him slightly as he stroked her, his eyes glazing over slightly as he thought of the moment that had solidified her place in this room.
It had been a normal quiet night for them, watching the new movie she had brought with her, which they had ended up ignoring. But when she had sunk into his lap kissing him, time seemed to have stopped for him. Even now he didn't remember exactly what his thought process was in that moment, except he could remember the feeling, a calm washing over him. It was his moment, the perfect moment.
So he had asked her. Asked her the question most men dread.
Told her how important she was to him, and how he wanted to share everything with her. He wanted her to marry him. His heart beat wildly now, thinking back to the look on her face. She had been stunned, and he didn't blame her. He didn't even see it coming, so how could she? They had been together only a few months's never once discussing the idea of marriage. But in the end she had said yes, and their lives had become one.
He had wrapped a piece of copper wire around her finger that night, promising to buy her the best engagement ring later, but even when he did get her that engagement ring she had insisted on stringing then pitiful little ring he had made her and had kept it around her neck ever since.
He touched it now, rolling it around its pretty silver chain. When he had asked her why she had kept it, she had looked at him incredulously.
"Because it's our engagement ring, silly." Trish had said as she pulled it out from her shirt, "You may have gotten me this one." She said holding her hand up. "But this was the one you proposed with and this is the one that will always say close to my heart."
He had fallen in love more in love with her, with those words.
She shifted in her sleep then, her arm coming to rest across him, her body pressed close, seeking warmth in the chilly morning. The rain was pounding harder against the window and he was tempted to open the window, just to hear it fall against the ground. Trish had always loved the smell of rain. Telling him that it washed away everything bad in the word, giving it a fresh start. Allowing things to grow.
He brought his arm around to rest around her now, his hand running circles on her back. She moved to his touch, still sleeping peacefully. He kissed her gently on the forehead, pulling her closer.
His eyes' closing once more, if this was how he was going to spend the rest of his life. Well he would die a happy man.
Her small hand drifted up to grip the pillow between them, rubbing her face gently against it, before settling.
She always could sleep like the dead. He thought with a small smile. Opening his eyes, he let them travel to the gold wedding band that was on her finger.
They had been married yesterday.
It had been a small wedding, just how they wanted it, nothing like the lavish wedding people would expect from Trish Stratus. Only twenty odd people in the small chapel in his hometown.
But like his proposal it again it had been a perfect moment.
Grasping her hand in his he kissed her ring gently, like he had done yesterday, and like he promised to do for the rest of their lives. She moved to his touch, her eyes still closed. She smiled and moved her head closer to his.
Good morning to you." Her eyes opened then as she leaned in to kiss him again. "How long have you been awake?" Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
Not long. It's still early." He kissed her again, turning her slightly so she was on her back. He pulled back slightly. "I love you Trish."
"I love you too."
He took advantage of the moment and kissed her deeply, his tongue plundering her mouth. He felt her falter and he pulled her closer, feeling her arms wrap around his waist. She let herself get washed away in his embrace, kissing him back all previous thoughts flying gently out of her head. He pulled back slightly gasping for breathe.
"Your something else, Ms. Stratus."
"It's Mrs. Hardy to you, Jeffy." Trish giggled as she flipped Jeff over straddling him, nipping his neck. "Remember you're stuck with me now."
"I wouldn't have it any other way baby." Jeff grinned pulling her gently to him. Her hand on his shoulder, breathing in the scent of her hair, enjoying yet another perfect moment. Maybe life was not full of moments like these, but he was willing to find out with Trish by his side.
finis
I went with my favorite couple of all time, I had too. This was the couple that actually got me into wrestling fanfiction.
Hopefully you enjoyed this series.
Jules
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