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Summary: Jeff Hardy has got a lot more then wrestling on his mind lately, and it all centers around a certain WWE Diva. Will he admit his true feelings in time or will he lose his chance forever.
Authors Notes: A quick thank you to everyone that reviewed. It means a lot to me that you all took the time out to get into this fiction and let me know what you thought.
"I think I need to get another drink." Ashley said, knowing full well that the couples she was hanging with at the club were paying attention to nothing other then the people attached to their mouthes.
On second thought I think I might just go home. She thought to herself, dying to say it and get some kind of acknowledgment but thought better of it. She stomped off to nowhere in particular just knowing deep down she had to get away from the couples that had overcrowded their tables.
It seemed that everyone was either hooking up or getting married within their tight knit group lately and Ashley couldn't help but feel like she was a third wheel to all of that. Sure she had just kissed Jeff but two days ago when Matt had caught them but it wasn't like he had called her since.
Matt probably deserves his attention right now. He will call you when the time comes and he feels alright to do it.
She wanted to believe all of that but deep down she knew that if he really wanted to be with her, his brother would not be able to stop him. Proof of that fact could be found when he left the WWE all those years ago and Matt had tried to get him back in. He hadn't wanted it then and had waited until last year to make it back himself. So what made this any different?
She stood at the bar, watching as the patrons all shouted drunken orders at the bartender, determined not to become one of them. As she got caught up in the goings on around her she didn't notice the shadow of the man that was now beside her.
It was only when she felt the breeze from her hair moving to the side that she looked up, almost knocking her drink over as she did. Just who the hell did this man think he was touching her in a most intimate way?
She was fully prepared to smack him until she took stock of his face and saw just who it was looking back at her. His eyes were the first indicator, not at all like the bedroom eyes of his brother. His were more soulful, more deep and determined. The kind of eyes that you could never truly read.
"Dance with me Ashley."
He pulled back, as if ready to move into the dance floor area without so much as a reply from her when he stopped cold and looked back at her, into her eyes.
"You want me to dance with you?" she asked, her sudden hesitation showing awkward instead of the sly and sultry she had wanted it to be.
He just nodded. His eyes stared through her hard and she could see nothing else at that moment. She couldn't feel anything else but the place where he had just swept her hair back. It seemed to burn with a tinge of fire.
As they made their way through the crowds of people at the bar and then past the dancers lingering around seemingly everywhere, the time for talking seemed to cease to exist.
It was then that he put his hand on her side, up high, just under her breast causing her to startle but not to make one move otherwise to get away. Even if she had wanted too, there was so escape. She looked up into his eyes, the darkness and the lightness of them and could feel herself becoming lost in them.
They began to move together in perfect sequence and her hand slipped from his shoulder to the back of his neck. The strands of his hair, purple in color tonight, rubbed against her fingertips. The heat coming off of his hand seemed to brand her through her shirt. She felt the heat level within her body start to rise in her stomach as she felt it lightly rub against his groin.
Nobody seemed to watch, or pay any mind to him as he moved his hands and let them slide up her back to tangle in her hair, tipping her head back, baring her throat to his mouth as he bent down to slide his mouth across her skin.
Ashley noticed the bodies around them, all coming together, pressing against each other in a lustful dance, a heated dance. Sweat seemed to slide down her spine and was shining on his forehead as well as all the people around them. Everything had suddenly become all about the heat in the what seemed now small room.
She felt as Jeff's manhood pressed against her chest, as he danced closer and closer to her, his hands now exploring every inch of her. The song ended then and without a second thought he broke away from her and started to walk out the same way he had come.
Before she had a chance to process everything he was halfway to the door, almost running by now away from the scene that had just been about to take place out there on the dance floor. With a sudden clarity she realized he must have gotten a clue at where this was heading and had wanted to stop it before there was no turning back.
"Jeff wait!" she yelled out, causing him to stop mid walk and turn around slowly to face her. When she finally reached him he turned again from her, as if his head was pulling him out the door but his heart wanted something different.
Watching the seeds of conflict in this man right now made her almost nauseated. She had been here herself only days before, hours before if she was truly honest with herself and she had only now started to get over it. She knew that he was scared, worried even about what was going on between them and she had to admit she didn't blame him one bit.
"Don't leave like this Jeff. Whatever happened or was about to happen out there on that dance floor, it doesn't have to end this way. We can talk about this."
The words seemed to flow out of her mouth but she was not at all sure if she even believed them or not. Could it be that what happened out there had been destined to lead to something sensual, erotic and pleasurable for the two of them and that was something Jeff just didn't want? Or was it more then that?
His voice spoke then, a hoarse whisper that Ashley silently noticed was the combination of heat and attraction.
"I can't do this Ashley. I don't know what I was thinking listening to Maria and coming here tonight to see you."
"You can't do what? Stay with me and have a couple of drinks?" she asked coyly, knowing that what he meant was what was beginning to take flight between them out on the dance floor and not about her directly.
"I almost fucked you out there. I would have put my hands in your skirt next and probably fucked you right there in the middle of the damn club. Don't you see how wrong that would be?"
She did but only because she had assumed the first time they would have come together would be when they were both alone in a more romantic setting. She knew how much her body had wanted him just now, craving him with every fiber of her being but she didn't want to admit it when he looked so damn serious about it. He was right, this was not the right time was all.
"Then take me somewhere private if thats what this is about Jeff. I want what happened out there to continue and I know you did too otherwise you wouldn't have run from it the way you are now."
When she looked into his eyes then, they seemed to almost change color before her. He did indeed want her, that was written in them the way it was in hers, but there was something more in his eyes this time that hadn't been there just mere minutes before. She didn't know what it was but she knew it wasn't anything good.
"I can't do this Ashley so just forget I was even here. I should never have found you in the first place."
He took off running then, leaving her standing by the door of the club, the look of hurt written all over her face. He was running from something, running from her and she just wished she knew what the hell it could be. It had to be more then Matt because he wouldn't have even come tonight if Matt was really the issue.
So what was it that was making Jeff Hardy run further and further away from her now and just what did she have to do to make him stop running and take what she was willingly going to give to him?
Her heart.