A/N: So I know it's been a minute since I updated. I've been suffering from the worst case of laziness known to man. For some reason when I sit down to write, I just start doing other things. I've had this chapter done for about a month, but then I couldn't think of what happened next. Sorry, it's not a Parker/Randy chapter, but I needed to establish some things with Jeff and Avery first.

Thanks for the emails. I haven't forgotten about this story and I'm happy that you haven't either.

This chapter contains sexual content.

The feel of Avery's hair tickled Jeff's chest as she steadily moved on him. Watching a movie on the couch somehow ended up with Jeff reclined, his back against the couch pillows, and Avery on her knees straddling him with her back against his chest. He had to admit there was something extremely erotic about not being about to see her face. From this position, he had to rely solely on her sounds, her movements and the number of goose bumps on her skin to convey what she was feeling. For a person like Jeff, one that lived through life through his senses, it was incredible.

He had always heard that when one sense didn't work, the others doubled in their efforts. At that very moment, Jeff knew that was true. The lack of her facial expressions due to her back being to him, coupled with the fact that his eyes were closed meant that he had to experience her through one less sense. Completely clearing his mind, Jeff just concentrated on enjoying every other thing he could about her.

His sense of smell was satisfied by the gentle scent of her hair, while her head cradled in the bed of his neck. Her taste was present when he gently sucked on her moist fingers, which were used at his encouragement, to aid in her arousal. The sound of her gently saying his name satisfied his ears, and the feel of her damp skin as his hands glided over her body soothed his need for touch. But for Jeff, it still wasn't enough.

Jeff Hardy was man that needed to experience things to completely appreciate them, and Avery refusing to let him feel her the way he wanted made it hard for him to concentrate. Jeff's short attention span had always been his downfall. He wasn't what one would classify as ADD or anything, but he had a hard time getting in a zone if things weren't completely to his liking. Being with Avery was amazing, but it had the potential to be phenomenal, if only she would let him touch her.

Every time he would slide his hands up her torso and just past the slight slope of her breast, he could feel himself being able to completely give into everything he was sensing. But no sooner than his hands would cup her, would her hands come around his and ever so smoothly slide them back down her body until they rested either on the top of her hips, or between her thighs. Not that Jeff minded having his hand between her legs, but there was more to her than just that. If he was going to completely enjoy her, he wanted to enjoy all of her, not just what she wanted him to feel.

"Avery…lemme touch you." Jeff's voice a whisper in Avery's ear, but he noticed that she was still steadily guiding his hands away from her chest.

In all honesty, there really wasn't much to complain about. After all, Jeff was still getting laid, and it was really good. But shit. What else did he have to do to prove that he didn't care what size bra she wore? To him, that was probably the stupidest thing that a woman could obsess over. Really, if she wasn't nursing, what real purpose did her boobs have? Other than being touched and used for sex, none that he could see.

As much as she would've loved for him to touch her the way he wanted, there was something that made her feel extremely self-conscious when he did. Maybe it was the fact that Jeff had large hands. When he touched her breasts, they literally disappeared in the palm of his hand. There was no spillage through his fingers like she was sure that Parker had when Randy touched hers. Jeff couldn't even grip Avery, she was that small. Besides, in her mind, they were just tits. Guys didn't lose their minds over just tits alone. He didn't need to touch her chest. Why would he? He already had the most important part of her.

Avery was able to ignore his request, by admission of her own, "I'm gonna cum…" And with that she ground her hips against his pelvis and that started a chain reaction in him.

As Avery made her way off of his lap, she took a minute to sit next to him and just look at him. He wasn't doing anything, just gently staring off into space, with his brows knitted slightly and chewing on the inside of his lip. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." It was the truth. Jeff wasn't thinking about any one thing in particular. He just liked the quiet. Lord knows he didn't get it very often. Avery wasn't an extremely talkative person, to the point having to tune her out. There weren't loud conversations or music pumping through her stereo at her house. There weren't any dogs constantly barking or birds in cages whining all day long. Avery's apartment was quiet and Jeff was just appreciating it. It gave him time to mull over everything that his senses had just taken in.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No." He turned to look at her in question. She genuinely looked worried. "Why would I be mad? You didn't do anything." He ran his finger down her cheek and smiled.

With a shrug, Avery draped her leg over Jeff's. "You're just so quiet."

For every moment of something beautiful, Jeff liked to reflect on it. It could be a song he heard, or a painting he saw; it really didn't matter. He just liked to take the time to paint it in his own mind… appreciate it in a quiet moment…it really had nothing to do with Avery. But knowing her like he did, she wouldn't take his silence. She would find a way to twist it into something that he was unhappy with her about. "I was just thinking about what we just did."

A smile crossed her face. "Yeah? And?"

It hadn't gotten that far yet. He was still replaying it in his mind. He hadn't had time to compartmentalize it and file it way to the point where he could express it into words. "You are beautiful." He knew that much for sure. The rest of it, give him a few hours and he'd be able to write her a poem about it.

Jeff told her she was beautiful. That was amazing in itself. He didn't say she was skinny, or that she didn't have hips. He didn't say that she had a small chest, or that she was a good lay. All he thought was that she was beautiful. She pressed her lips to his silently before resting her head on his shoulder as he held her. This man was too good to be true.

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The sun started to slowly creep across the foot of the bed, setting Avery's bedroom to a peaceful glow. For reasons unbeknownst to him, Jeff Hardy was wide awake. He should have been dead to the world, with the night they had before. Lord knows, he had drank a little too much, danced a little too hard, then came home and had Avery a few times before they went to bed. For a man that should have been exhausted, he just laid there, looking around the room.

The contrast between the otherwise darkened room and the sunlight coming through the window created the most incredible shadows, especially with the way that Avery was lying, partially on her side, with her hip exposed. Trying to be as quiet as he could, Jeff got out of the bed and over to his bag. Retrieving his sketch pad and pencil, he sat down next to Avery, and folded his legs.

He wasn't really trying to draw her, only the contrast between the light and dark parts of the room. But the way the shadows were falling on her, he noticed how small her waist was and the way her hip gently curved and sloped down to her long leg. The shape of her body against the symmetrical straight lines of the furniture in her room interested him. Absently rubbing the pencil against the paper he ended up with shaded spaces, curves and lines. He knew damn well that no one that looked at his sketch would know what in the hell it was supposed to be, but that was the way his eyes broke down everything that was around him.

It wasn't until Avery rolled over that Jeff got another idea. He laid the sketch pad on the floor before stretching out at Avery's side. She was asleep, why not take the advantage? Extending his hand, he slowly touched her cheek and smiled at the way she wrinkled her nose. As his hand trailed down over her throat, Jeff closed his eyes trying to picture her in his mind. He could see the curve of her shoulder and the fine hairs on her arm that was lying across her midsection. When he reached her fingers, he allowed his hands to travel upward until he felt her ribcage and higher until he felt her breast. Still running his hand across her skin, he found himself smiling at the way her nipple hardened just under the pads of his fingers.

Avery opened her eyes and looked over at his face. He looked completely crazy; smiling with his eyes closed as his felt her up. Maybe if he had a smoldering gaze on his face, it would have been erotic, but she couldn't say it was at that moment. "Jeff? What are you doing?"

"I'm seeing what you look like." It was an honest answer, one that he didn't feel like explaining. He needed quiet and to just feel.

She would do anything to distract him from touching her chest. She lifted her torso so that his hand slid back down to her rib cage and sighed. "It might help if you opened your eyes."

He was determined to have his moment. "Shut up, Avery."

"Well can't you see anything? Your eyes are closed."

How could he make her understand? It was just how he was. "When you use your eyes, you have to try to judge things by comparing it to other things you've seen before. When you see with your hands, you get to create what you're looking at." He wasn't going to open his eyes to see that look of utter confusion on her face. He understood it that was all that mattered.

"Well what do you see?"

"You have a long neck, like a giraffe. But a cute one, like Geoffrey from Toys R Us. You have really soft skin and little fine hairs on your arms." He retraced every part of her as he described to her what he saw. "You're breasts are perfect They like me." He gently pinched her nipple and smiled when she flinched.

Avery moved his hand from her breast by smacking it playfully. She wasn't slick, no matter how subtle she thought she was.

Jeff opened one eye and looked at her seriously. Taking both of her hands he pinned them by her head and stared down at her. "Leave your hands right there." His voice wasn't threatening, but Avery knew damn well that he was serious.

He closed his eyes again and shook off his annoyance, then continued to create his image. "You're hungry, because you're stomach is growling…your hips are in perfect contrast with how small your waist is." His hand trailed even lower between her thighs and he felt himself smile. "Apparently you're horny…and judging by the way your thighs are contracting; I'd say you're ticklish right here."

Avery couldn't stop laughing as Jeff continued to gently run his fingers over the spot on her inner thigh. But when his hand trailed lower, down her leg, past her knee to her foot and he picked it up and kissed it, she couldn't contain her smile. He seemed completely content touching all over. It was really interesting to see him completely enamored with what he felt. "So what's the verdict Monet? Am I like the all blurry and shit, or like the Mona Lisa?"

"da Vinci did the Mona Lisa, not Monet." Jeff laid down on Avery, putting his head on her chest and gently found himself kissing the one part of her that he knew bothered her the most. "In my honest artistic opinion, I'd say you are definitely a ten. You could model for me any day."

Avery's hands found themselves in Jeff's long hair as she tried to force herself with being comfortable with him touching her breasts. "But wouldn't it nice if my boobs were bigger?"

After taking a minute to really think about the most careful response to the question, he decided the comparative approach would be the best. "Avery…you're a beautiful girl with a small chest. If your boobs were bigger, you'd just have bigger boobs and an attitude. Besides, do you know how out of proportion you'd be? You're a small woman. It don't make sense that you'd want you want a big chest. That's call distortion. You know how hard it is to draw that?"

What the fuck was he talking about? Who cared about drawings? This was about filling out a sweater and not having to wear a training bra. "I'm still thinking about making them bigger. And not Anna Nicole bigger, just bigger than they are. You can't tell me you wouldn't appreciate that."

Some artistic people have the gift of gab; Jeff was one such person, but usually on paper. Only after he had time to think about what picture he wanted to create with words, at what pitch and rhythm, then Jeff could talk. If he had a pen and pad, he could tell her exactly how much he loved her body and how he wasn't the least bit turned off by her. He could analyze a situation and give you his advice with no problem, but when it came to voicing his feelings, Jeff faltered at sounding like he didn't have his shit together; at least to him it sounded jumbled up. The last thing he ever wanted to do was to hurt some ones feelings; especially someone whose feelings were as fragile as Avery's.

"Does it bother you that I have a little gut?" Jeff Hardy use to have a body that women went crazy for. But then he realized something, he didn't like to exercise. Jeff didn't like boundaries and watching everything he ate and spending hours on end in a gym wasn't exactly the most creative way he could his time. Luckily for him, he had a high metabolism and he was just active as all hell. But still, when muscle fades it turns into fat. He wasn't fat by any means, but that wash board stomach, wasn't washing very much these days. It didn't stop him from being sexy as all get out, though.

Avery shook her head adamantly. "I love your stomach. It's so cute."

"Well I love your breasts. They're cute." He answered mocking her.

"But…"

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Jeff moved his head up to her face and looked her in the eye. "You're not gonna make this easy for me are you? There is nothing wrong with you. Your problem is here." He pointed to the side of her head and then to chest. "Not here."

"And your problem is here." She pointed to his lips in an attempt to get him to be quiet and stop trying to tell her that her chest was fine. Who was he kidding, they weren't. He could be honest; she would still sleep with him.

"Well how 'bout you shut me up?" With his brow raised and the perfect picture of her basking in the sunlight underneath of him in mind, Jeff leaned down to kiss her. He wasn't letting anything distort what he saw when he looked at Avery. And not even Avery's self image was going to change his mind.