next to an oak phone bench near the balcony door of her LA home,
Kitten clutched the phone next to her ear. Steve Jason surprisingly,
had called her. Instead of squirting out a horrendous 'Kitula"
scenario for all to laugh to, and instead of rubbing in her
pain and guilt and fear, he had befriended her. Something she
supposed everyone was afraid to do. It wasn't that hard to be
Kitten's friend, you know. Just... deal with random take-offs,
sudden bursts of anger or sadness.... wow... it was hard to
be her friend.
Jason had finished their brief, but very welcome conversation
with 'Rock on...'... Something that for a moment, made Kitten's
swollen, tear-filled eyes twinkle, a smile upon her face.
It was a rare moment where Kitten cried in happiness. It was
rare for her to have someone to actually come back from the
fog Kitten left them in... He was such a prodigy of happiness,
that Kitten almost found herself taken aback by how quickly
his heart had really 'thawed'. He brushed off what... was supposed
to be... the most beautiful woman on the planet.. the woman
everyone wanted... won numerous titles and the respect of many
of his colleagues and fans from all around.. had an abundance
of friends and fun.. and now.... the second best woman in the
world. And he loved it. In all of his beauty, splendor and glory....
it was Steve Jason who lay next to someone he loved and loved
him back.... as where Kitten was spending almost her second
Yes, she had been honest when she told Steve Jason of her relationship
with Shawn. She loved Shawn to death. He treated her with respect...
as a Queen would be treated. But she never told SJ of how she
left a motel at 4 AM while Shawn slept soundly, and took off
in the night.
was she supposed to do? Maybe SJ could deal with 'second-best'...
but could Kitten!? NO! She ALWAYS had the spotlight. She always
had the best man of the federation.. she always had the top
titles and all the respect that Steve Jason had.
With all the might behind two fists of the broken-hearted, the
bottom half of the phone bench hit the floor. Splinters of wood
flying into the air, Kitten's tears washed her cheeks. A bloodcurdling
scream rose from her throat, rising out of the pits of her belly
and expelling from her mouth... the most saddest wail in the
No one knew exactly where Shawn Mather was, or why Kitten had
run out on him that night. From Kitten's murmuring as she left,
neighbors who had been out for a really early cigarette had
told a questioning Shawn that she spoke, "I can't believe
I'm doing this..." Whether it be the fear of committing,
or the fear of running out.. it remains unknown.
But deep down, Kitten honestly couldn't settle for second best.
She didn't want to do this again. Being the laughing stock of
all rejection again. She didn't want to give up Shawn. More
than anything she wish he would be there to throw her against
the wall, rip off her shirt, and caress each part of her body
until it was red and numb and she was so sensitive to his kiss
and tongue that she would literally explode, guts and all, all
over the wall.
She wish she could have given that to Shawn..... But more intensely,
she wished she could have given it to Steve Jason.
Kitten gulped hard as she pulled her throbbing fists out of
the debris of the phone bench. The sides of her hands ripped
when the wood split, leaving her with gaping wounds. Kitten
cried, rubbing the blood on the floor. She cried so hard she
thought her head would pop off, and roll under the door... for
the next person to visit her home would find a nice gruesome
welcome mat to escort them to the rest of the madness.
The madness that only lie within her heart. The feeling of loneliness.
She had done so much with her life, becoming more famous than
she ever dreamed. She had enough money to put the entire high
school she came from to college. But her life was still a mess,
no matter which way she put it. Perhaps the reason for Kitten's
attraction to Steve Jason was purely because of his confidence...
the happiness he feels everyday, being the unstoppable S3ing
machine that he is. A testament of true power in a world of
Unknown to anyone but Kitten, it had bothered her immensely
when she heard the news from the Enquirer. It had broken her
in so many ways..... it was the night she ran out on Shawn.
She had told Steve Jason that she had burned the papers.. which
was indeed what she had done... after she had taken a lot of
them and ripping them to shreds with her teeth and hands in
a fit of rage. Over the phone, she had heard Dougy singing of
Heather's love for Steve Jason... at least.. that is what she
had gathered. Which means all of the world remained oblivious
to the pain that consumed Kitten's world. The song that Kitten
now felt was the worst ballad ever sung in the history of music....
had been the final trigger to the mess Kitten had become. In
all of her contempt she couldn't hold it in anymore. She had
done so well keeping her more wild self tame, but it all came
unglued when she saw the papers.... the papers is what made
her want to come back.... one last time. For SJ.
Her hands wrapped in bandages, she made her way to her lonely,
cold, empty couch. She grappled her remote with a big mittened
hand, attempting to turn it to E! Entertainment News. As the
hustle and bustle of names famous to infamous, and the review
of Micheal Jackson's trial, Kitten buried her face into the
plush leopard-print pillows beside her.
And she did the only thing she could do..... cry.
A shower, a half-gallon tub of Moose Tracks ice-cream, half
a package of Oreos and two and a half glasses of milk later....
The feature film 'Ghost" blared from the speakers of her
big screen tv. Amidst the debris of many used tissues and the
many wrappers from her massive binging spree, Kitten sat cross
legged, mascara running down her cheeks. A typical girl-crying-over-guy
scene, the movie had come to her favorite part....
The pottery scene. The scene where Patrick Swayze comes from
behind Demi Moore, wrapping his hands around her, molding the
clay vase together, ruining it completely to a kiss that Kitten
so wished she could feel.
"Whoa...... My-iii-y looooOoOve.....
My daAaaarlin....I hunger for... yOOoOoour touch....."
The tears suddenly stopped, as a rapping noise came from the
door. Kitten stood up, wiping the crumbs off her white bathrobe.
Kitten was about two feet from the door, before it burst open.
Standing in the threshold of her door, was Steve Jason. He was
panting, his white wife beater drenched around the neck with
sweat. It looked as if he had run from where he was, to Kitten's
door. In Kitten's shock, Steve took a masculine pose against
the door, the muscles of his arms and chest about bursting from
the seams. A wave of blood rushed through Kitten's body, and
straight to her crotch. He smiled a little as he stepped forward,
wrapping his arms around Kitten.
"What are you do-"
Steve pressed one soft, gentle fingers to Kitten's lips, which
trembled as their bodies connected at her lips. Although just
a fingertip, it was..... Steven's. Kitten started to cry, Steve's
look becoming serious. His hand went from her lips, to her hair.
With one large, strong hand he grabbed a bushel of her firey
locks, pulling her head to his chest. He cradled her softly,
rubbing her hair, brushing it into his face where he would breathe
it in deeply....
His words whispered softly in her ear.. almost like an angel
who had joined tune with The Righteous Brothers in singing Unchained
Melody, which still played on although the scene in the movie
was most definitely long gone. Kitten's eyes drifted up the
hard, sculpted body of Steve Jason's front half...to the ice
blue eyes that seemed to share the same longing that Kitten
".....You have no idea how long I have waited for this
moment...," Steve spoke once more, rubbing his hand
along the smooth curves of Kitten's body. Dancing slowly, their
bodies seemed to mold together in an embrace long awaited....
Steve's hands cupped Kitten's face softly as he raised her gaze
to look once again to his eyes. Tears bubbled from Kitten's
eyes, drenching her cheeks. Steve's fingers brushed them away,
kissing the trail they had left. A choked cry caused Kitten
to sort-of hiccup, as she buried her face once again into Steve's
chest, holding him so tight she thought he couldn't breathe.
"God, I've prayed over and over for
this... just for this moment..."
Steve and Kitten's eyes connected again, as in a climax to the
song, their lips connected in a kiss that could turn winter
to summer in a split second.... a kiss that if had been a lightning
bolt, would have scorched through Kitten's body... through every
blood cell.... straight through the ground, down two floors
and into the Earth.. where it wouldn't stop until it had become
one with the magma core. Steve Jason scooped Kitten's legs up,
carrying her into the bedroom, where they landed on top of the
heap of blankets and pillows. Kitten laughed, a feeling of euphoria
sent a wave of pheromones and adrenaline through her body. Steve
rose above Kitten's body, his powerful eyes gleaming in the
early dawn. Kissing her once more, nearly sending Kitten's toenails
across the room to bounce of the wall, Steve's hands moved up
Kitten's bronze leg. He reached her knee and she was in heaven....
he reached her inner thigh and she went further. His fingertips
rose to her crotch, gently grazing her womanhood. Kitten bit
her bottom lip, wrapping her legs around SJ's lower half as
his fingers went further North to the tie in the robe..... It
was everything Kitten had ever....
Kitten awoke half-hanging off the couch, the credits to Ghost
playing. She pulled herself out of her mangled position amongst
the garbage. Her eyes still full of tears, she held her chest.
She was in physical pain. All this stress of Steve Jason was
seriously breaking her heart. She could feel it. Like
a piece of her heart had fallen into a pool of blood within
the rest of her heart, attempting to drift with the blood down
a vein that clearly couldn't support the chunk that was trying
to pass through it. It was like a heart-attack... but worse.
It left her without breath.. without reason... without clarity.
~ WHY WHY WHY did he get to be happy,
and all I get is the NEVER ENDING PAIN!?!? ~ Was
all she could think. It was the only thing that she could keep
in her mind.. Steve Jason...
Steve Jason... Steve Jason... STEVE JASON....
It was like this was the way of God thanking all her prayers..
by sending down another bimbo to crowd Kitten... steal the man
of her dream's heart.. and strode away with it without a care..
without a second thought...
Steve Jason feel the slightest remorse for leaving her in the
cold!? Maybe the true reason for Kitten breaking down was because
of him.. did he ever think of that!? Didn't he ever think of
the publicity? Like Brad Pitt running off with Angelina....
doesn't Brad think of poor Jennifer? What about Jennifer? They
were PERFECT, weren't they? Doesn't he care!? DIDN'T STEVE CARE
ABOUT WHAT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND DESIREABLE WOMAN IN THE WORLD
No.. it was all about Heather now.
Kitten spent most of the night crying, touching the only picture
she had of Steve Jason... the one the Black Widow had taken
at the lobby party at the XWF.. the first time she ever laid
eyes upon the mysterious beauty that SJ is. She wished he knew....
that maybe if she dished it all out.. that he would finally
see Kitten for who she truely was....
Lillith Rosemary Groves. The purest example of everything she
had endured and lived... and became better from it. Someone
who had feelings deeper than the ocean... someone who could
love him with more energy and emotion than the intensity of
the sun... someone with the biggest intention on making him
happy.. making him the most happiest man alive. She could do
it.. she knew she could. But now, she would never get the opportunity....
He would never know about her feelings.. he could never know.
For if he did know, it would be "Here
we go again.." instead of jumping with both
feet into the bandwagon with Kitten, and riding off into the
"Why does every girl get their fairytale
and I get chaos?"
In her mournful pity, she looked to the poster of her former
self... the leathered with whip bitch that could take anything..
the devilish smile upon her face that made her so damn beautiful..
her blue-gray eyes a perfect resemblance of her mother's. She
was a red-head for crying out loud.... and pretty red-heads
are a rarity indeed.
But none of this mattered. Nothing at all. He wanted friendship.
And for as long as she lived she would have to remain as quiet
as possible.... and live knowing that she had to settle for
a life she didn't want..
Kitten picked up the phone, carefully dialing a number she read
from a small pocketbook. The phone rang twice. It was early
in the morning, and no doubt Steve Jason was asleep... most
likely next to the one person Kitten wished she could kill and
replace. She had thought of many ways she could do it.. tying
her arms and legs to four-wheelers and driving as fast as they
went away from the scene.... hanging her by a tree from the
neck with barbed wire.... overdosing her soup with poison....
it would all be too perfect.
If she could stay, she would have certainly made a match against
Heather... and proved once and for all who was the better woman.
But she can't. At the end of the week, whether she leaves the
match with SJ as a loser or a winner, she still remains a loser.
Second best, in SJ's eyes. And no matter how bad it hurt.. she
would have to live with it forever... because she knew deep
down that Steve would never be happy with her if she hurt Heather...
she had to let it go... to make Steve Jason happy.. she had
to be miserable. When SJ answered the phone in a sleepy voice,
it caused Kitten to cry immediatley. Steve Jason must have sat
up in bed by then, because his tone had dramatically changed.
"Hello? Who is this? Talia? Are you
alright? Why are you crying!? WHO IS THIS!?"
In all of her frustrations, she wanted to tell SJ how much she
wished she could have changed the past. How she wished she could
have been the one to melt his icy heart. How he had been a bastard
for being so blind, and for his blindness even to this day.
But she couldn't.. she wouldn't dare ruin what they were trying
to create. All she could think about was the curve of his lips
as he smiled, the way his eyes glistened in their joyous reunion....
"You ... are.. so beautiful...."
"You will never know how much it
For a moment, Steve thought he was being pranked. Even though
it seemed the nature of the caller was definitely one of sadness
and longing... it for sure had to be a prank. Probably Dougy
McNamara off somewhere having a drunk woman from a bar call
for five bucks as some tremendous dare. But how else could Steve
had known it was Kitten, in a desperate attempt to tell him
that she loved him.... not the obsession it had once been....
but a true love that she could feel in her bones.... the thoughts
she just couldn't get rid of.
All that was on the other end of the line, was a sudden bursts
of sobs. Feeling even more drowsy, and fed up with the situation,
Kitten had been shocked of SJ's outburst, and nearly dropped
the phone. She stopped crying for a moment to gulp in a large
swig of air. And in one breath, expelled the angriest answer
SJ could have ever received.
"BEING WITHOUT YOU!"
A stem of realization went through SJ.... could this be who
he thought it was? But before he could second guess, the phone
went dead on the other line. Whoever was his mysterious caller...
had hung up.
She had hung up. She had hung up several times with a furious
edge of force that busted the base of the phone, and cracked
the tabletop it sat on. She began to cry again, another pitiful
mass of sobs and regret for everything she had ever done that
made her a fool in front of Steve Jason. For leaving the XWF
like she did.. leaving SJ vulnerable to any vixen's charms.
What is she was using him to get herself to the top? What if
she was purely doing this to prove Kitten a fake? What if she
was really a blood-sucking vampire who was going to run SJ into
the ground and leave without a care in the world? The part that
made Kitten the angriest... was that she couldn't do a damn
thing about any of it. If Steve Jason had an ounce of love for
Kitten that Kitten had for SJ.... he wouldn't be able to be
five feet away from her. But that again, is just another wet
A rapping at the door caused Kitten to sit up straight, and
adjust the fold to her robe because one of her firm round breasts
was about to greet her company before she could. Kitten stood,
brushing the mass quantity of chip crumbs and her ice cream
spoon off her robe. She flipped her hair about, making the curls
curl a little extra.. bounce a little bouncier. It was like
two feet from the door, Kitten stopped suddenly to splintering
wood, and buckling hinges. The door busting off where it stood
closed, standing in the threshold was....
Kitten's eyes brightened, the tears returning as she saw the
only other man in the world that could make her day. Panting
in the doorway, Shawn's wife beater was soaked around the neck
"Hi..... *pant*pant*. I ran all the
way from the bus station. I was in San Francisco when they told
me you came here...."
Kitten began to cry where she stood, laughing slightly at the
"Why did you run from me, Lillith?
What is so wrong? What is going on?"
Shawn walked forward, holding his hands out in question. Kitten
began to sink to the floor in her cries, disbelieving that Shawn
had really come back. She thought he would be gone forever,
never caring about Kitten again. But he was here... in her doorway.
And he owed her a new door.
He smiled a little as he stepped forward, wrapping his arms
"What are you do-"
Shawn pressed one soft, gentle fingers to Kitten's lips, which
trembled as their bodies connected at her lips. Kitten still
cried, Shawn's look becoming serious. His hand went from her
lips, to her hair. With one large, strong hand he grabbed a
bushel of her firey locks, pulling her head to his chest. He
cradled her softly, rubbing her hair, brushing it into his face
where he would breathe it in deeply....
His words whispered softly in her ear.. almost like an angel.....
Kitten's eyes drifted upward to the icy blue eyes that seemed
to share the same longing that Kitten had felt.
".....You have no idea how long I
have waited for this moment...," Shawn spoke
once more, rubbing his hand along the smooth curves of Kitten's
body. Dancing slowly, their bodies seemed to mold together in
an embrace long awaited....
They stood inside the doorway of Kitten's home, holding each
other so tightly, Kitten thought her spine would break. To her
surprise, Shawn was crying too, holding her so closely dancing
to the hundredth rendition of "Unchained Melody".
She could feel his tears drip from his chin to her neckline,
running down the curve of her breast. Kitten's hands cupped
Shawn's face softly as she raised his gaze to look once again
into her eyes. Tears bubbled from Shawn's eyes, drenching his
cheeks. Kitten's fingers brushed them away, kissing the trail
they had left behind. Shawn's hands cupped Kitten's face, Kitten
wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Never leave me again, baby. Do you
hear me? You will break me heart permanently next time. Never
leave me... never ever...."
His words an interlude of sweet bliss to Kitten's ears, they
shared a kiss that if it had been lightning....
Shawn scooped Kitten's legs out from under her, carrying her
into the bedroom where they landed upon a mess of blankets and
pillows. Shawn's powerful body rose above Kitten's, as he gently
brushed one finger along a trail up her leg. Goosebumps covered
her body as his lips took the place of his fingers, finding
a happy resting place just below her essence. He kissed the
crotch of her panties, sending a chill throughout her body.
"I should have done this a long time
You may think that Kitten and Shawn had consummated their relationship
long ago... but on the contrary, they had remained monogamous.
Kitten's pain had always ran so deep, but what Shawn had discovered..
was the dominatrix's love of being.... dominated. He had found
her ultimate weakness... giving him an advantage over SJ in
Kitten's mind. SJ had never been even close to making Kitten
happy, yet she wished it so desperately for SJ. But now, finally...
a man had buried his face into the one subject that had Kitten's
toes curling inside out. Steve Jason may have cared about he
friendship wise... but here was Shawn Mather.. a perfect specimen
just as SJ was.... beautiful... the eyes especially. The temper...
the ego... it all matched perfectly... except...
Shawn raised his face for a moment from the fruit of the loom,
and raised himself to look face-to-face with Kitten. He brushed
her face, Kitten nibbling gently upon the edge of the thumb
that traced her lips. Feeling the major appendage protrude against
her leg, Kitten gasped slightly as his lips connected with hers.
His breath ragged, he took a second to pull away from her lips.
"....Lillith.... I love you. I have
loved you ever since we were kids. You have to believe me, baby.
I never want you to leave me ever again. And I promise that
if you stay with me forever, I will make you the happiest woman
in the world."
The tears that had once been in Kitten's eyes returned once
more. Shawn had traveled the country looking for her... and
now he lie on top of her, gently caressing her breast outside
of her robe. A warm sensation rushed through her body, as she
stretched comfortably under Shawn's pin. She smiled, wrapping
her legs around his waist. Shawn smiled in return, knowing that
he had caught Kitten's attention finally. That he had officially
stepped up to the plate, ready to swing at the ball. And hopefully,
if he played his cards right.... he'd make a home run.
His fingers moved from her breast, down her chest to the rope
holding her robe shut. He pulled it harshly, the rope coming
loose. His hands found a fold in the robe, reaching underneath
to the soft skin of her belly. He opened the robe, exposing
Kitten's magnificence for all that she was. He kissed the warmth
of her belly, pressing his hand against the middle of her back,
pulling her closer to his kisses.
Finally, a moment where there wasn't either drama or dullness
in Kitten's life. She no longer felt as though Shawn was second
best. Almost, as though she knew Steve Jason couldn't compare.
He had been there for her.... but why does she love him? For
saving her from things she knew she could have gotten out of?
For defending her?
Who helped her track down Abbie, and erradicate the perps who
were causing Abbie and Kitten so many problems? Who spent every
night of those painful months softly rubbing Kitten's back until
she fell asleep? Who took her grandmother to the hospital when
she had a heart attack at Abbie's Choir Performance? Who tracked
her all over bum-fuck Egypt and showed up at her door at almost
4am.. the time she had left... to confess his undying love for
her.. and grab her up.. throw her against the wall, rip off
her shirt and kiss her...?
And it never ended there. Unfortunately for you, it does...
because if I am going to be typing up a bunch of sex I'd charge
for you to read it. But you get the story..... and the result
of Kitten's happiness. It is possible, folks. And although her
feelings about Steve Jason were definitely clouded, and her
heart was still broken... her mind was now fluttering with a
new possibility... that maybe after all.... Shawn is 'the one'....
The one who knows exactly how to touch her... kiss her... and
make love to her upon her bed in a way that a woman had never
made love before.
all she had ever dreamed.