Title: Anyone But Me
Chapter 6
Author: Kora
E-mail: KrazyKora@aol.com or WinterViolet24@aol.com
Rating: R, someday I promise to try and write something with a more tame rating.
Disclaimer: The following characters belong to WWE and all the people and companies who deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own twisted enjoyment.
Author's Note: After ALL this time, we come to it - the end! Okay, so, actually the next part is the end but finally I am completing this series. I'm sorry for the long gap but hey, for the faithful who kept asking or even the new readers - at least there is an end, a completion….feel fulfilled!!
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Jericho lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had to have been lying there for at least two hours. Just staring up, unable to sleep or relax or anything. He couldn’t stop thinking about that night, couldn’t stop thinking about Molly.
There was a chill in the air and he drew the covers up over his bare arms and chest, trying to get comfortable, his long hair, still loose from earlier, brushing over his skin as he moved, causing goosebumps to rise on his flesh.
He let out a sigh, his thoughts still on Molly. He could see her perfectly in his mind’s eye. The food she had cooked hadn’t been that spectacular and the dance they had shared was a toe-crushing disaster and yet he still felt as if everything had been a success.
He had seen another side of her and it was greatly appealing. And the side she had all ready shown him, hell, that was growing on him too.
He couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her and as he lay there, the cold night air washing over him, he found his thoughts joining her downstairs. He sat up a little. He had claimed the bedroom and the bed all for his own.
Molly, playing up her sweet happy act to piss him off, had been eager to let him have his way, opting to sleep downstairs on the bearskin rug before the fireplace. She had forsaken the couch and the plush armchairs to rub it in, trying to make him feel like a jackass.
Earlier he had vowed to not let it work but right now it was doing a good job.
All he could think of was how she was down there on the floor. This night was exceptionally cold, more so than the others as the blizzard seemed to have only intensified, and he found himself worrying about her.
She was in front of the fireplace but still, that floor couldn’t be good for her, bear skin rug or no. He rose to his feet and softly padded down the tiny flight of stairs towards the living room.
He could see her before the fireplace. He swallowed thickly when he saw what she wore. It was the same cotton nightie from the Divas Undressed photo shoot. He couldn’t believe it. He remembered asking her if she had brought anything from it and she had brushed him off. He had meant it as a teasing, he’d never thought to take it seriously and now here she was fulfilling one of his daydreams.
She lay on her stomach, her face to one side as she slept. Her blanket had been kicked off and he could see her twitch now and then from the cold.
He walked over and leaned down. He paused above her, wondering what exactly he planned on doing when suddenly his body seemed to make the decision for him involuntarily. He lowered himself down over top of her, his chest brushing her back as his mouth went for the shell of her ear.
He took the soft piece of flesh into his mouth, sucking lightly. Molly moaned, moving slightly against him as his tongue traced the outline of her lobe, nibbling sweetly. He teased her for a few moments longer before she turned over to face him. Her eyes were glossy and unfocused as she made a few sleepy sounds.
He looked at her, his eyes full of some emotion he couldn’t place as he lowered his head and kissed her. His mouth brushing over hers tenderly. Molly let out a little surprised sound as his lips kissed hers. His tongue flicked over her dry lips, wetting them, pressing slightly but not yet seeking entrance.
His mouth left there to go down her chin, aiming for the side of her neck. He nuzzled the flesh there, his open mouth playing with her pulse. His arms wrapped around her and he drew her close, their bodies pressed neatly together as if clicking the pieces of a puzzle into place.
He slowly toted her up into his arms. She looked at him, her face a cross between sleep and arousal as he carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom. The covers were still tossed back from when he had risen and he slowly sat her down, drawing the covers over her. She finally spoke, her voice nothing more than a whisper, "What are you doing?"
"It’s too cold out there. You sleep here, I’ll sleep on the couch." Jericho said and kissed her forehead as he tucked her in. He was about to draw away but Molly’s fingers encircled his arms, "No, wait!"
She drew him down to her, until his body was almost over top hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his head down, her mouth covering his. Jericho allowed it to happen, let her tongue enter his mouth.
It was one of the first mutual kisses they had ever shared. It was also the first one they had shared with them being in their right mind. There was no alcohol or anger to cloud them this time as they kissed softly fingers threading through hair, tongues dueling gently.
Jeircho eventually broke away, his voice husky, "You have to go to sleep now."
"Stay?" Molly squeaked, then said more forcefully, "I want you to stay."
Jericho sighed, feeling as if a heavy weight was upon him, "I don’t think that’s a good idea."
"Why?"
"Because, frankly, if I stay we’re going to fu...we’ll have...we’ll sleep together." Jericho stumbled around his words. He could have put it several different ways, ways he was more accustom to but at this moment he felt it was better to use a more appropriate term.
Molly shrugged, "Maybe I want to."
"Molly..."
"I’m sick of always being the good girl. All that purity and repression. I want to know what all those other girls are talking about and I just got the impression that you - that you’re interested and since no one else..." there were tears in her eyes which she kept trying to hide by blinking but Jericho saw them and let out a heavy sigh.
"Molly, I can’t believe I’m saying this but...maybe you should wait, you know? Save yourself for someone you love..."
"Maybe I am," Molly whispered breathlessly, "Jericho...Chris...I think I’m...falling in," she sucked in a breath, skipping the next word to only say, "with you."
Jericho swallowed, his adam’s apple moving as he replied hoarsely, "Molly, don’t say that. You can’t, we don’t even know each other and...and I can’t handle that kind of responsibility."
"I can. It’s my choice, Jericho. My decision. I want to. Please, make love to me."
Jesus Christ, she wanted him to make love to her. He couldn’t do this. He just couldn’t. Her softly spoken words hit him like a fist to the gut. He’d never had someone say that to him before. Make love to me in that quivering, desperate voice.
She shouldn’t be here, looking so damn vulnerable and beautiful, asking him to make love to her. Not a woman like her; not a man like him. He should get the hell out of here, right now. He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. For the first time in his life, he was going to be a goddamn hero. He couldn’t believe it.
"Molly, don’t you see that I can’t?"
"Is," her voice dropped an octave, "something wrong with me?"
"No, Jesus, it’s just...this isn’t easy."
"No one said it was. Look, I want you, I’m making the decision, I’ll take the consequences if there are any. I don’t expect anything from you in the morning I just want one night. I want to feel loved just once and...and desirable and I want it from you. Spike and the Hurricane they never made me feel the way you do. Like I’m burning and...please?"
He looked at her, looked into her eyes and bit out a curse as his resolve melted. It was too hard being the good guy. He wanted her and she wanted him and his mind was too busy humming with the idea of sex than to concentrate on reasons not to do this.
His body weight lowered down on top of hers fully and their mouths met at last, crushing together. It was a hot kiss, his mouth claiming hers, making her breath leave her in a withering gasp as she curled his hair between her fingers again.
He let his hands gingerly explore her form, brushing over her breasts and stomach, down to her naked thighs. She made the most delightful sounds - the noises easing out from where their lips were joined - mewls, whimpers…
A groan escaped him and he found it hard not to rock against her, his body unbearably hard. But he knew he had to be patient and take his time - be gentle. While this may not be his first time, it was hers. His hand found the hem of her nightgown and edged it upward. He loved this little cotton nightie but it had to go so he could claim the prize beneath.
Callused fingers danced along her flesh, making her twist beneath him as he eased the material higher and higher. He was almost past her panties when she gasped, eyes wide. He could see the fear. No, no she wasn't ready to be laid bare just yet.
He sighed and released the material, mouth still working on hers. Instead his fingers found the straps on her shoulders and eased them down almost bearing her breasts but not just yet. He raised his mouth from hers and trailed hot, hungry lips down her jaw - teeth and tongue picking along the shapely column - working their way steadily downward.
Molly's fingers were scratching his scalp as his breath washed over her collarbone then over her breasts - the cotton material a poor cover. His fingers twitched in anticipation then at last drew the straps all the way down - unveiling the creamy globes beneath.
He cupped her left breast in one hand - fingers teasing her nipple idly. A full blown moan left her now as she arched her back, raising herself up to his waiting mouth which quickly sealed around the right aching bud.
Another moan, this one even louder than the first, escaped her throat. She didn't know such pleasure was possible. Her veins were on fire as he tenderly loved one breast then the other. She had never understood why women would want men to do this when she had first heard of it but now she understood…it felt so good…so amazing…
His mouth was sucking on her, drawing her in and so very teasing. It became worse as he drew away, cold air greeting the tips of her now moist breasts to leave her wanting more. He merely chuckled at her adore, his hands kneading down her sides and her hips. His head nuzzled against her soft belly and then moved to her legs, kissing her everywhere.
She couldn't stop little giggles, her cheeks turning pink as he licked at her knees. She didn't know a man would ever want to kiss her there and it tickled! She was feeling happy and jittery when her giggles melted into a startled moan, breath husky as she shivered, his mouth now trailing between her inner thighs.
He rose higher, his hands now curling under the material of her nightie again and drawing it up. Her fingers knotted in his golden tresses, "Chris…"
Now he shuddered. God, when she said his name. There was just something in the way she said - in passion, in frustration, in shock…no matter how she said it, he felt moved. It made him think, made him stop, made him…want…
She licked her lips, eyes closing shut tightly as he continued to ease the nightie upwards, baring her for his hungry view, "Chris…I'm not very…I mean I'm…you may not like what you see."
Jericho's blue eyes flashed at her, even in the dimness of the room, "That's not possible."
"But I'm…I'm not," she caught her lower lip between her teeth, "I'm fat."
He shook his head and drew the nightie completely up and over her head, tossing it aside. She gasped and kept her eyes closed, waiting for humiliation, for rejection. If she did open her eyes she would have seen his nostrils flare, his fingers twitch, eyes wide.
Yes, there certainly was more meat to her than most girls he had seen. She didn't have six-pack abs, she didn't have wiring thinness. She was whole. She was real. There was…so much of her. Soft, warm, flushed flesh that glistened everywhere, glowing like some hidden treasure.
He felt all the air in his lungs whoosh out as he blinked. He didn't think it was possible for him to get anymore aroused than he all ready was but the sudden extra surge of strength to the throbbing in the pit of stomach and between his legs, told him different.
He had imagined her naked before, and not always in a kindly manner. There had even been times he had wanted to imagine her extra weight as repulsive, as something to push him away, but now finally seeing it all naked before him, he knew that any thoughts in that direction had been misleading.
"Molly…you're beautiful."
She shook her head, tears welling hotly at the back of her closed eyelids, "You're just saying that."
He shook his head again, even if she couldn't see him, "No. I'm not. For once I am being completely honest. You. Are. Beautiful."
"No…"
"I can show you how beautiful you are."
"No…no you can't."
"I can try," he said determinedly and held himself at bay no longer. His hands ran all over her nude form, caressing her boldly. His mouth kissed her breastbone, then buried between the breasts themselves, down to her rib cage, and over her stomach.
Molly gasped, feeling his beard scrape sensually at her skin, the abrasive feel only adding to heighten the sensations of everything he was doing to her. She wanted to open her eyes but couldn't, still too shy, and besides, fireworks were blooming behind the lids now, so brightly…
Then he was kissing her again, whispering these things against her mouth, such sweet, wonderful things. He talked about her in a way no one ever had before and she was embarrassed as a tear leaked out of one eye, as he drank it up and begged her not to cry, begged her to love this as much as he was.
And then his fingers slid up her inner thighs and slipped into downy curls, parting them to find the moist, honeyed heat waiting there. Molly's eyes opened, glossy as she looked at him, a quiet, astonished cry escaping her. His blue eyes pierced into hers as they kissed again, tongues mating as his fingers began to move in and out of her, thumb brushing part of her that felt almost like a tiny button. Every time his thumb hit it her cries became higher, wilder as she began to thrash about in his arms.
"Chris! Chris - what's happen…"
"It's okay, sweetheart, just let go."
Maybe it was the endearment. Maybe it was because his fingers had sped up their movements in and out of the hot channel of her body, making her feel almost violated and yet so sexy. Maybe it was the fact he kept kissing her. Maybe it was the fact his thumb kept pushing that button.
Whatever it was, she felt his name burst form her in a shout, her body exploding into the fireworks she'd been seeing. She rocked up into his hand again and again and as he watched her climax he grit his teeth to keep himself from doing the same.
Dammit! She hadn't even touched him and he felt like a rocket about to go off. He tried not think of the pulsing hardness between his legs but it seemed impossible as he watched her come apart under his hands.
Jericho would have never imagined himself in this situation. Would have never thought watching Molly Holly climax would be the most erotic moment of his life but he just wanted to capture it forever.
Slowly she sank back down to earth, to the bed and she felt her whole body humming lazily, a spark jerking through her now and then as he continued to touch her. He was no longer plunging his fingers in and out but they continued to tease the flesh there, to run up along her thighs leaving trails of wetness.
Molly shuddered, understanding fully now why so many people did this. Then she noticed a peculiar lump nudging into her side. Her eyebrows drew together as she tried to think of what it was and when she knew, she turned red again.
Her hands had been preoccupied with Jericho's hair and back but now eased their way around to the front of him. He swallowed as she looked at him now, her eyes mischievous as she kissed his chin and then down his neck, sucking at the juncture where his neck met his shoulder.
Her fingers found cool, sleek muscle and then the hem of his sweatpants. Then they went lower, finding his erection and happily massaging it through his pants. Jericho swore and she didn't chastise him for it, her mouth and teeth having found one of his nipples.
Jesus, this girl was a virgin?! She sure learned fast…
He would have said something smart ass like that had he been able to breathe but she kept cupping that part of him that was begging for her, molding it and squeezing it, curious and eager…
Good. He was eager too.
He eased up and drew off his pants quickly, feeling a quick stab of apprehension himself. She had been worried about her body and now he found himself worrying about his own. Not so much that he was out of shape but rather that he would frighten her by being too quick, or that she would find him unattractive naked. Had she even seen a naked man before?
Well she had had to have at least seen the basics in sex ed…
He looked at her, feeling his cheeks fill with color as she looked over his naked body. Her eyes were wide as they fixed on his length and everything there and then the next thing he knew her hand had reached out, unashamed to explore. Her fingers were gentle, palm warm and he knew he let out some noise because she froze, "Am I hurting you?"
"No." he managed to croak out.
"Are you sure…it…it looks painful."
"It kinda is…but not 'cause you're touching it. You can - can keep doing that."
Molly had been sure that when it came to this part she would be repulsed. That she would not want to continue with a man. She'd seen pictures and not found what she'd seen to be at all attractive but now that she saw it in real life, curiosity took over. This wasn't so bad, in fact it was almost kinda of beautiful in its own way…
And she knew she had to say that, especially after he'd been so kind to her, "You're beautiful too."
Her fingers graced the tip, rolling over what had escaped and a guttural noise burst from him as he pulled back a bit, eyes frantic, "Can't…need a…"
He pulled away from her and searched madly for his wallet among his belongings in the room. He found it and with trembling fingers found a fresh condom. He'd bought it for himself before going on this trip. Not because he'd expected anything from Molly, oh no, but because he had planned to use it after he left this mandatory mountain punishment.
He'd promised himself that after he escaped he'd find a nice, pretty, perky blonde to seduce and he'd proceed to shag the hell out of her. But now here he was, carefully opening the foil and sheathing himself for Molly of all people.
She saw him use the protection and found herself grateful for it. Another of many reason she had not wanted to have sex was because of her fear of getting pregnant, but now, here with Chris, she felt safe.
He came back over and kissed her, his voice softer than velvet, "Are you ready to…"
"Yes," she chanted, her arms looping around his neck and drawing him close, "Oh yes."
"It'll hurt a little at first…I promise I'll go slow."
Molly nodded, bracing herself as he began to enter her body. And there was pain. She cried out, her grip tightening and he called out reassurances to her as he moved all the way in. The flash and stabbing pain began to recede in moments as he rested there inside her, not moving, not breathing, just waiting.
Slowly he withdrew and entered again. This time the pain was less, merely ebbing through her. Another sluggish thrust and the pain was gone, replaced with some wild, swift stroke of pleasure to her veins.
His name left her in a soft gasp of ecstasy and he could feel her relax beneath him, her hips pushing up, encouraging him. A full, barrel-chested groan of her name left him as he began to start a rhythm, a tempo of in and out and in…
And Molly was answering him, ever the quick student, noting that when she moved herself this way or that more pleasure twisted through him and herself. It just seemed to get better and better and she started to feel like she had earlier, when his fingers had been exploring her.
And then his fingers were there again, on that button and she knew she was going to fall over again. see more fireworks. But he saw them first, roaring as he came.