Shane ran to the gate, wiping the sweat off his forehead. Traffic had been a bitch on the way to the airport and from his watch, he knew that Kat's plane had landed about forty-five minutes ago. He'd tried getting her on her cell phone but he got her voice mail right away.
"Excuse me," he asked a stewardess coming out of the plane, "but was this the flight coming in from Montreal?"
"Yes."
"And all the passengers are gone?"
"Yes."
"Damn it!"
"You might want to check the lounge," said the stewardess with a kind smile, "I heard some of the passengers say they might grab a bite there."
"Okay, thanks."
Shane ran to the lounge and opened the door. His nose crinkled at the onslaught of smoke from cigars, cigarettes and pipes and he looked around. Kat wasn't there and he knew she wouldn't be. After all, this was a smoker's lounge. But as he looked around, he spotted a tall black woman at the other entrance. The height was right but the rest of the body was all wrong. His girlfriend was much more voluptuous and when she bent over to put out her cigarette, Shane dragged his eyes away from her. From the back, she looked great but the cigarette was one hell of a turn off. He stepped out of the lounge and started making his way up and down the airport trying to find his girlfriend.
Katia sat in the cab, pulling a cigarette out of her purse. She was trying to review her last conversation with Shane in her mind and couldn't figure out if he'd told her to meet him at the hotel or at the airport. Regardless, they were bound to hook up. Finally, the cab got to the hotel and the young woman handed the driver a few bills. The valet was quick to get her bags and lead her to the receptionist.
"Hi. My name's Katia Dorsaint. I'm supposed to be sharing a room with Shane McMahon."
"And how do you spell that?"
"D-O-R-S-A-I-N-T."
"Thank you. Wait a moment please."
Katia leaned forward and waited, tapping her nails on the marble counter.
"Yeah, I'm in room 726," said a familiar voice next to her, "and I think I left my key up in my room this afternoon."
"Just a moment ma'am. Can I get an ID please?"
"What kind do you need?"
"A credit card will do."
"Are you telling me you don't recognize this woman?" said Kat, laughter in her voice, "this is the Ninth Wonder of the World!"
"Kat? Oh my God! Look at you."
Kat took a step back and twirled. Joanie whistled at her friend's dark blue shorts and her white sleeveless turtleneck.
"You lost weight... like a lot of weight."
"Yeah. I've been working out, watching what I eat... and it just melted."
"Miss Dorsaint," said the desk clerk, "here's your card."
"Thank you."
"Here's another key card Miss Laurer."
"Thanks. Come on Kat, I'll walk you to your room. What did Shane say when he saw you?"
"He didn't see me yet. I forget if I was supposed to meet him at the airport or here."
"Why didn't you call him?"
"Don't tell anyone but I don't know his cell phone number by heart. It's on my speed dial so I never bothered to learn it. And my cell phone battery died."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"It's not funny!"
"If that had happened to me with Paul, tell me you wouldn't have laughed your ass off."
"I cannot tell a lie, I would have."
"So my laughter is completely justified."
"Whatever. You have your cell phone with you?"
"Yes."
"Can I borrow it for a second? Shane's number's on it?"
"Number ten on the speed dial."
"Thanks. Oooooh," Kat said, dialing, "you've got a Nokia 6100 series. Very nice."
"What?"
"Professional... ah, never mind. Shane?"
"Katia? Where are you? I think I missed you at the airport."
"Yeah, you did. It's okay. I'm at the hotel and they gave me a key to our room. I'll be fine until you get there."
"Might take a while. There was an accident on the way out of the airport. I think I'm going to be stuck in traffic for a while."
"All right. I'm sure I'll find something to occupy my time."
"Good. Baby," said Shane after a few seconds of silence.
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"Yeah," she chuckled, "I know. Thanks," she said, handing the phone back to her friend.
"What's wrong?"
"He's stuck in traffic."
"Well, that stinks."
"I know. I was planning a romantic little evening for us. I haven't seen him in like... three weeks and I was on my period then."
"Ouch."
"It's not like you and Paul. Whenever you're horny, you can rape him in a locker room."
"Rape him in the locker room? First of all, that sounds kinky and second of all... he'd like that."
"I know he would."
As Joanie and Katia walked through the hotel lobby, the young woman's attention was caught by a mannequin in the window of the hotel's lingerie window.
"That's certainly adorable," she said, pulling on her friend's arm.
"I gotta agree with you there," said Joanie, looking the tiny bit of lace up and down. "It's not me at all, but you'd look great in it!"
"Is the store still open?"
"Sure... let's go... let me guess... you want to give Shane-O a big fat welcome?"
"Right! Come on!"
Fifteen minutes later, Joanie looked at Kat as she twirled around in a skimpy little blue basque.
"What the fuck did you do to yourself?" she asked her friend.
"What are you talking about?"
"The body. what happened? I saw you less than three months ago... how did you lose weight so fast?"
"It was easy really. I just took working out a bit more seriously."
"How seriously?"
"Well, I run in the morning and do half an hour of Tae-Bo after that. And when I get home from work, I do some more Tae-Bo and some weight lifting."
"You're overdoing it," said Joanie flatly.
"I am not. keeps me busy and I enjoy it."
"What about your eating habits?"
"What about them?"
"Katia, if I find out you've been surviving on nuts and salads, I'll beat the shit out of you."
"Joanie," said Kat, touching her friend's arm, "you gave me the will to get myself the body I've been pining for. Why are you mad at me for that?"
"Because I'm afraid you didn't do it for the right reasons."
"What are you saying? That I lost weight for Shane?"
In lieu of an answer, Joanie raised an eyebrow, making Kat's face flush.
"I can't believe you said that to me."
"Well I did. Was I wrong or right?"
"Wrong. I've had the Tae-Bo tapes. I've had the weights. I've had the running shoes. But spending that week with you in L.A., it gave me the drive, the guts to go out and work out."
"Fine. I'll take your word for it, but hear me well, Kat. I'll be keeping an eye on you... a very close eye."
"It's nice to know you care," said Kat flippantly.
"You're not hearing me," said Joanie, grabbing her friend by the shoulders, "I like you. You've become one of my best friends and I'm worried about you. I don't like how quickly you lost this weight and if I suspect you're making yourself throw up, I'll beat you up so bad, you'll wish your ass was as big as Rikishi's."
"Thanks. But rest assured, I'm not doing that."
"Good. Now pick something already... if I stay here, I might end up buying g-strings for Paul and he loves strutting in those way too much."
"Joanie!" said Shane, running into the hotel, "you wouldn't know where my girlfriend is, by any chance?"
"She's waiting for you up in your room."
"Thank God!"
"And Shane?"
"Yeah."
"See you in the morning," she said with a chuckle.
Shane ran to the elevator and absently checked his watch. It was late... yeah, Kat and him would probably go right to bed. After all, she'd worked all day and then she'd flown into Miami. She was probably dead tired.
"Kat?" he asked, coming into the room.
Immediatly, he was assaulted by the smell of lavender.
"Kat?"
"In the bedroom," she answered.
Shane toed off his shoes and padded to the bedroom. On the doorstep, he stopped, frozen by the sight. Kat was sitting up in bed, sipping dark red wine from a glass. But that wasn't the most shocking part. She was wearing a blue lace basque which lifted her breasts perfectly. Not to mention the matching stockings that caressed her long legs. Strewn all over the bed were petals. Shane had no clue of which flowers and he couldn't have cared less.
"Hi," she whispered huskily.
"Hi. I'm sorry I missed you at the airport."
"It's okay. It gave me time to... uh... prepare?"
"Yeah. I see. Um, how was your flight?"
"Very nice, thank you."
As they went on with the very civilized conversation, Shane rapidly went about shedding his clothes and coming to stand next to his lady love.
"I missed you," he whispered, reaching out to cup her cheek.
"I missed you too. Come, sit next to me."
Shane settled down next to Kat and laid his head down in the valley of her full breasts, brushing his cheek against her soft skin.
"How come you always feel so soft?" he asked.
"I take special care of my skin," she explained, running her fingers through his hair.
"Good. I love your skin."
"Thank you. Ever thought of letting your hair grow a bit longer?"
"No, why?"
"I don't know... just wondering."
Kat felt Shane's breath on the tip of her nipple, and her body went rigid with anticipation. How she'd missed his touch in the past three weeks, the weight of his body atop hers, his way of making her feel beautiful.
With gentleness that almost brought tears to her eyes, Shane carefully lifted Katia's breast out of the cup of the basque, exposing her hardened nipple to the slightly colder temperature of the room, watching hungrily as it grew taut. He let out a slow breath on it, as it became even harder.
"You're too good to me," she whispered, burying her face in his hair.
"Yeah, I am," he chuckled, his hands running up and down the curves of her hips, his fingers curling into the lace of her panties and stretching them until they almost tore.
"Don't," she whispered to him. "I like those."
"I'll buy you new ones," he replied, tearing them right off her body.
Immediately, his fingers went to the apex of her thighs and found her liquid with lust for him.
"I got the test results," she whispered to him as she saw him reach for the box of condoms she knew he always stashed in the right bedside table.
"Uh?"
"For sexually transmitted diseases. I'm clean."
"You are?"
"Yeah. And I've been on the pill for three months now. You?"
"I've been cleared too," he said with a smile. "So, do you wanna..."
"Ride bareback?"
Shane saw the laughter in Kat's eyes and allowed himself a few chuckles.
"Where do you come up with those expressions? Ride bareback? That is so... tacky."
"That one I got from Law and Order. Did it sound that bad?"
"Yeah."
"Not my fault," she shrugged, wriggling her body around the area of his erection, making his teeth grind against each other. "I'm Canadian, I have no need to keep up with your American lingo."
"I see," Shane replied, nestling the tip of his shaft between her warm moist lips. "Damn, but you feel so good. I had no idea."
"You do too," she gasped as he thrust into her.
Without the barrier of latex, their lovemaking felt heightened, better than it had ever been before. Kat's hands touched all over Shane's body, enjoying the feel of his skin sliding under her fingers, her palms.
Shane's eyes focused on Kat's face, on the way she bit into her lower lip as he thrust into her, in her softly keening cries, clear proofs of the pleasure they were sharing.
Later, Katia took off her basque and threw it in a nearby chair before nestling against Shane's body. She dozed off against him, her back spooned against his chest just as his eyes opened slowly. Shane ran his hand down the side of Katia's body, resting on her stomach. He slid his hand around her waist and instead of feeling the comfortably thick layer of skin that usually surrounded her body, he found a flat belly he'd never before felt on her. As his mind cleared slowly, their recent bout of lovemaking came back to him, as had the feel of her skin, of her body. She felt different than before.
Shaking himself awake, Shane sat up in bed, letting Kat roll onto her back, before pushing the blankets off her body, leaving her bare to his gaze.
"What the hell?"
"Shane?" Katia blinked up at him, rubbing her eyes with the tip of her fingers. "What are you doing?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing. What did you do to your body?"
Katia rolled her eyes and tried to snatch the blanket out of his hand. "I worked out."
"Kat..."
"Joanie already have me the speech. I swear to you, I am healthy and I am not on some crazy citrus only diet."
"Baby, you lost so much weight."
"Not that much. I toned my body a lot."
"You did not look like this when I last saw you. I knew you'd lost weight... but this is ridiculous."
"Well, with the training and everything, toning everything's been kind of easier than I thought."
"Katia, I'm worried about you. I'm not sure this is healthy, no matter what you say."
"What do you want me to do? Swear some sort of affidavit? I am healthy. I went to see the doctor a few weeks back and he confirmed it. My weight loss has been fast but considering how well I've been taking care of myself, it's not that surprising."
"I'm not going to lie and pretend I like this, Katia."
"You don't like to know that I'm finally happy and proud of my body?"
"I don't know why you weren't happy or proud of your body before. I liked it."
"You liked the love handles? You liked the cellulite?"
"I have love handles."
"I know... and I don't mind them Shane, really, I don't. But I was an athlete Shane, and I remembered what it was like to have this finely toned body. I wanted that back."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"I liked your curves, Kat," he said, rubbing her stomach, "I liked all of it... your breasts, your belly, your thighs."
"But my body. Shane. I have to be happy with it. When I was fatter."
"You weren't fat," he protested.
"When I was bigger, I accepted it. And I was beautiful. But this is who I wanted to be, how I wanted to be, healthier."
"I feel so guilty," he whispered.
"Why?"
"You did this for me, didn't you?"
"You think so highly of yourself, Shane. I love you, that's for sure, but I did not do this for you."
"Then why?"
"I did it for me, for myself, for my sanity."
"For your sanity?" Shane asked, "okay, now I'm worried. What are you talking about?"
"Nothing," Katia whispered before going to the bathroom, snatching a robe on the way.
Shane followed and found her calmly applying a mud mask to her face.
"You're not telling me everything," he said, pulling on her arm until she faced him, the bottom of her face smeared in the brown cream. "What does your sanity have to do with this?"
Kat took a deep breath and wiped her dirty fingers on a pristine white towel.
"Since I saw you in Montreal for the anniversary of my grandmother's death, I. I've had writer's block Shane. I haven't written a single word," she told him, dissolving to tears in his arms. "And it's killing me... it's killing me."
Shane held his arms around Katia, feeling rather impotent. What could he do? What could he say to make her feel better? Dealing with a lack of ideas for a storyline had never been a problem for him and even if it had, there was a team of writers and bookers at his disposal ready to pick up the slack. But for Kat, things were different. She worked alone.
If she ran out of ideas, no one could pick up the slack. Her situation was, by far, more difficult than his.
"What if I don't get it back Shane? What if I've written all there was for me to write?"
"Don't say that. You'll write again. This is a dry spell, nothing else."
"This dry spell has been going on for two months now."
"So that's why you've been working out so much?"
"I have nothing else to do with my time. I work and when I get home, I work out for two hours straight."
"Two hours every day? That's a lot."
"And I work out about three hours on weekends. It's just that... I don't know what else to do, you know?"
"All right, let's get you cleaned up first and then we'll talk," said Shane. "I don't know much about mud masks and facials and shit, but I'm fairly sure you're not supposed to cry all over them."
Kat smiled through her tears and lightly cuffed Shane's shoulder.
"Hey! I'm trying to help. Do NOT hit the help."
Kat stood by silently as Shane did his clumsy, but adorable, best to wipe the mud mask off her face. Then, she allowed him to lead her into the bedroom.
"Did you bring something to sleep in?" he asked her.
Katia nodded and moved past Shane to her suitcase. She quickly rummaged through it, finally pulling out a black jersey. She shed her robe and slid on the jersey, finally turning to Shane, who was pulling on a pair of boxers.
"I'm still uncomfortable about you wearing that to bed," Shane said with a pout, "it's as if you're bringing him into our bed."
"Well, I did tell you he was hot," said Kat with an unholy gleam in her eyes.
"Shut up... that's... uh..."
Kat giggled as she danced to her side of the bed, her unfettered breasts bouncing under the blue on black lettering of her STONE COLD UNIVERSITY jersey. Shane slid into bed and she curled up next to him, heaving a relieved sigh as his arms tightened around her. Her body relaxed and the tears came down again, wetting Shane's chest. But her tears were now
silent, as if she was releasing the valve on a high pressure cooker.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, running his hand through her tangled hair.
"About what?"
"The whole not writing thing?"
"There's very little to say. I can't do it anymore."
"Did you try?"
"Oh yeah. I've spent hours on end, looking blank pages, black computer screens, rereading my finished stories, trying to get them to inspire me. But nothing. I watch RAW, SMACKDOWN, HEAT, all my WWF tapes and nothing. not one single idea. Brittni and Sarah are getting annoyed."
"Brittni? Sarah?"
"Two of my online friends. They're writers too, wrestling fanfic too. As a matter of fact, Brittni co-wrote a story with me."
"Oh yeah. that Come Get Some thing. Is it finally finished?"
"Nope. We've been lazy on that. Then again, who knows if I'll ever been able to finish it."
"I hate seeing you like this. I wish I could make it better. Snap my fingers and give you back your inspiration."
"I wish it were that easy."
Kat and Shane eased down into the bed together and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on to him as tightly as she could.
"Hold me," she whispered, her voice muffled against his chest, "hold me as tightly as you can."
"Okay," he said, pulling her body flush against his, her intense tone frightening him.
"Don't let me go. I've missed you so much. You can't imagine."
"I've missed you too, you know."
"It's different. I think. How often have you lain down beside a person through the night? Heard them snore, felt their every move. Except for you, it's happened with only three other men and except for one, those night are best forgotten. And until you, I never though I'd been missing out on so much. I'd become used to lying in bed alone, never thought I'd miss that other body in my bed."
"I changed that?"
"Did you ever."
"You know, in the mornings, sometimes I shower exactly like you do."
"What's so special about the way I shower?"
"It's so precise. From head to toe, not one spot is forgotten. And, I see you doing it at the same time. It's... it makes me feel closer to you somehow."
In the darkness, Katia looked up at Shane, and brushed her fingers across his brow.
"I don't think us as a long distance couple is going to work," she said.
"What are you saying? Are you breaking..."
"Hell no! But... we need to be together more."
"Then quit your..."
"Job and go on the road with you? Dream solution but hardly practical. Why don't you quit your job?"
"Kat..."
"I know... but what would I do on the road?"
"I'd find you something to do."
"I'll bet. Tempting offer but no. Anyhow, come September, I'd have to go back home."
"Why?"
"I'm going back to school to get my English lit degree."
"What?"
"Yeah. I want to have a degree Shane. I don't want to be a university drop-out."
"Wow!"
"But wait. I think I have it. How's this? I work through the summer, come fall, I quit and pay my tuition and books with the money I've earned."
"And your other expenses?"
"That's where the credit card you gave me comes in handy."
"You'd use it?"
"If I could pay you back once I get my degree."
"That's not necessary."
"Then no deal."
"You and your damn pride."
"Yeah. Me and my damn pride."
"Fine, fine," he relented, "deal."
"You are such a good boy when you wanna be," she said with a smile, running her hand down the front of his boxers.
"Yes I am," he said as Kat slid down until her face was at a level with his crotch. Her tongue flash out, catching the underside of Shane's erection, tasting the remnants of their lovemaking.
For what seemed like an eternity, woman found her pleasure in tasting the essence of man mixed in with her own, driving the pillar that that made man man to the edge and back.
"Enough," he finally growned, pulling her body up until her mouth was at a level with his, "you're driving me insane."
"And your point is?" she asked, her breath filling his mouth.
"I have one right now, and I'm not making love to you in a Stone Cold Steve Austin jersey," he explained, denuding her.
"Love, huh?" she asked as he thrusted into her.
"Love."
Shane's eyes shot wide open when he heard the shower. He reached for the watch he'd left on the bedside table and had to blink a few times to read the numbers correctly. 5:45. He sat up and ran his hand through his hair. By then, her shower was done. Shane walked into the bathroom just in time to see Kat pull on her underwear.
"Where are you off to?" he asked.
"For a run with Joanie."
"Oh."
"I'll be back in an hour. Go back to sleep."
Shane nodded but didn't move as he watched her pull on a one-piece leotard-like track suit. The fabric clung to her curves, bringing her weight loss to mind.
"You know..."
"What?" she asked, sliding her arms into a light blue shell.
"About your body."
"What about it?"
"It looks good."
"Really?"
"Really."
Smiling from ear to ear, Kat pecked Shane's mouth before running around the room, putting on her running shoes and pulling her hair through her DX cap. She ran to the door and opened it, was about to step through it then turned around and ran back to Shane, pulling him into a long, deep kiss before running out the door. He went back to bed smiling.
The next morning at breakfast, Katia sat at a table with her boyfriend, Paul and Joanie, digging into a stack of pancakes, complete with bacon and sausages.
"Look Joanie," said Kat, waving a strip of bacon in Joanie's face, "I'm eating bacon."
"I get the point, now get that thing out of my face," said Joanie with a smile.
"I still don't understand how all of you can deprive yourself of this. Bacon is so good."
"Yeah well, it's the price of this life. You gotta eat right."
"Ugh, I could never do that. having to live without having whatever I wanna eat whenever I wanna eat it? I'd rather not think about it."
"Would you mind not rubbing it in our faces?" said Paul. "It's not because I can't eat bacon that I don't like it."
"Sorry."
"Yeah right."
"Come on. children," said Shane with a smile, "I mean, Kat's right, she's not in the business, she can eat whatever the hell she wants, and enjoy it."
"Although she does have the body for it now," said Joanie, "I mean, she could give Amy a run for her money."
"You know..." said Paul, looking his friend over, "Joanie's right... you do look rather scrumptious... all tight and all."
"She looks scrumptious?" Joanie asked, an eyebrow raised in the air.
"Uh... well..."
"How closely are you checking out my girlfriend there bub?"
"I mean... uh well... she looks really fit and all," stuttered Paul, "I didn't mean anything by it."
"Not anything by it? What does that mean?" Katia asked, waving her fork around menacingly. "For some reason, that doesn't make me feel any better."
Paul was shrinking into his chair under the three somewhat menacing gazes when the jokingly tense atmosphere was broken by a discreet coughs. Jeff Hardy and Jason Reso stood there, grinning somewhat mischievously.
"Boys," said Shane with a smile, "what can we do you for?"
"Well, we were wondering if we could speak with Katia for a second."
"Of course," she said, smiling brightly. "What's up?"
"Well, we were checking out that website with all of your stories, which are great by the way," said Jeff, "and we were wondering..."
"How come you never wrote stories about us?" Jason asked.
"What?"
"You wrote about Paul, Andrew, Dwayne, Chris Irvine, Adam..."
"And you're making Matt into a hottie in My Children. What about me?" Jeff whined, "I'm way cuter."
"And if you write a story about me, could you make it hotter than Adam?" Jason asked, "that'd be really cool."
"Are you guys serious?" Joanie asked.
"Idiots," Paul mutters, "too many ladder matches... it's made them stupid."
"Go sit down," said Shane, shaking his head, "just go away... don't say another word, just go."
"You think I write on request?" Kat asked.
"Don't you?"
Katia looked up at Jason and Jeff, clad in tee-shirts and track pants, both looking fresh and adorable, like newborn babes. And she saw the expectance in their eyes and sighed.
"Not usually, no. But I think I might make an exception for the two of you. I don't know when, but you'll get your stories, both of you."
"Thanks," said Jeff, flashing her the smile that made teenage girls swoon.
"Don't forget," said Jason, "make mine hotter than Adam's."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Kat, I'm sorry about that," said Shane, covering her hand with his, "I'll talk to them... they're putting you in a tough spot. I'll talk to them later."
"It's okay Shane."
"No, it's not... especially not now. Not with everything that's going on."
"Don't you mean with everything that's not going on?"
"Kat..."
"What are you guys talking about?" Joanie asked.
"Katia's got writer's block," Shane explained, "and those jerks..."
"Shane, it's okay... maybe this is the challenge I needed... something different and new... I've never done a special request before."
"Never?" Paul asked.
"Well, I did one story for Brittni, but that was a while back... and from Jason and Jeff, no less."
Kat's eyes drifted back to Jason and Jeff as they walked back to their table. She watched as they bent their heads together, whispering and grinning in a conspiratorial fashion. In her mind's eye, she saw the heads get closer and closer until they were sharing a long, passionate kiss. Her head snapped up quickly and she grinned, no longer listening
to Shane. She laughed as she saw the scene come to life in her mind.
"What's up?" Shane asked.
"First person who brings me a pen and some paper gets a cameo in my next story.
"Next story?" her boyfriend asked, grinning broadly.
"Next story," she confirmed as Paul bolted out of his chair, running out of the dining room. He came back less than a minute later, the results of his hunt tucked under his arm. "Voilà!"
"Thank you," Katia said, putting the pen to paper immediately.
Shane, Paul and Joanie watched as Katia struggled to write words as quickly as ideas came to her mind. Her face became a kaleidoscope of emotions as she took whatever characters she had created on a wondrous ride through her imagination. On and on she wrote, as if she was trying to make up for the last two unproductive months. First one page, then a
second, and still she did not look up. At some point, Shane and Paul left to go pack their bags, and their girlfriends', and Joanie stayed behind, to keep Katia company.
Not that Kat noticed. But Joanie was entranced. She's studied literature but she realized, as she watched her friend, that she'd only studied the back-end results, never the actual creation of a literary work. That was something completely different, not to mention fascinating. She'd written papers and what not, but what Kat and all of her writer friends did, that was different. It was taking a character, a storyline and breathing new life into it. It was strangely fascination to see herself in certain roles, some farfetched, but others perilously close to life.
Joanie thought back to Kat's first story, A Wrestling Story, about her entrance into that story, as a treacherous bitch who blindly did Hunter's bidding. And the role had fit her because back then, that had been her role in the federation. She had been Hunter's ally. But then, she'd seen her role soften when Kat had made her a bridesmaid in her character's wedding, a role that showed off her a feminine side, which was exactly how the WWF had been representing her at the time, when she'd broken off from Hunter, striking out on her own.
She looked down at the sheets of paper as Kat discarded, filled with her nervous scribbling, curiosity eating away at her as she wondered what her friend had come up with for the expectant boys sitting at a nearby table.
"Is she working on a new story?" Stephanie asked, coming to stand next to Joanie.
"Yeah," said Joanie, drawing Shane's sister away, "it's fascinating. It's like I can see her creating this whole new world in her head... it's incredible."
"It looks that way. What inspired her?"
"Jason and Jeff came to ask her for stories."
"What do they think she is? Some kind of story jockey or something?"
"Pretty much."
"Idiots," chuckled Stephanie.
"Funny how Paul said exactly the same thing."
"Well, what do you expect? I've been spending so much time with your boyfriend, he's starting to rub off on me."
"Make sure all he does is rub off on you," said Joanie with a jokingly threatening smile.
"Come on... as if I'd mess with him. You'd pedigree me so fast, my hair would frizz naturally."
"Ha ha ha."
"So," Jason asked, joining them, "is she working on my story or Jeff's?"
"What makes you think she's even going to write a story about you, you little twit?"
"Well, I asked politely."
"And?"
"Well... I thought."
"I don't know what she's writing about, or who... so keep your pants on, buster."
At the table, Katia looked over what she's written so far, trying to get some final ideas on how to wrap the story up. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to take control for a moment. And there, she saw it. The perfect ending. She grinned and set her pen to paper once more.
Finally, she put down the pen. By then, Joanie had come back to her side.
"Done," said Kat, sitting back and stacking the papers together.
"Already. In an hour, you wrote a story?"
"Yep, I don't question the muses. I just go with their flow."
"So? Who got their wish first? Jeff or Jason?"
"Let's just say they both did. Will you read it? Let me know what you think?"
"I get the first read? Me?"
"Well, usually Brittni does but I won't tell if you don't."
"Cool."
Kat watched Joanie picked up the papers and started to hold her breath.
Note: Many thanks to the stars of this story. Your coming together made this a reality!
Christian sat in the dressing room Edge and him shared with the Hardyz, nursing his sore right arm with a pack of ice while Jeff Hardy did the same with his left knee. Such were the lives of wrestlers, crying over injuries after a grueling match.
"Man," sighed Edge, "we SO rocked out there!"
"Yeah. That jump I did off the top turnbuckle was amazing," added Matt with a smile
"We SO have to celebrate!"
"You guys decent?" Lita asked, coming into the room.
"You're already in the room darling," said Christian, "why ask if we're decent?"
"Cause I'm polite. Now, you guys going out with us tonight?"
"Who's us?" Matt asked.
"Road Dogg, X-Pac, Chyna, Trish, Albert and Val. And Steph."
"Sound good," said Edge.
"Count me out," said Jason, "my arm hurts too much. I need the rest."
"I'm out too," muttered Jeff. "My knee is."
All four heads turned to him, eyes widened.
"You?" Lita asked, "the original club kid? You're not coming out with us?"
"Are you ill?" Matt asked, feeling his brother's forehead, "feverish?"
"I'm fine! I just wanna stay in is all."
"All right whatever. But you two are too crippled to drive. Lita, do you know anybody who's going straight to the hotel?"
"I heard Test is not going out. I'm sure he'll give them a ride."
"All right boys," said Test, "I loaded your bags in the car."
"Thanks again man. I'm sure Jeff and I would have managed though."
"Yeah right. you already drive like a maniac man. I hate to think how you'd do it on pain killers. Now, let's get you guys to the car."
"I would have done just fine," said Christian, helping Jeff to his feet.
"Yeah right! By the way, Hunter's coming with us."
"Cool."
Hobbling down the hall behind Test, Jeff and Christian shared a look. Steph's ex was giving her hubby a ride? Interesting.
They followed him to the car and sat in the backseat, Christian giving the youngest Hardy room to stretch out his aching leg. Jeff ended up resting his head on his friend's uninjured shoulder, both of them closing their eyes and dozing off before Hunter made it to the car. When he did get there, Test grinned at him, nodding to the backseat.
"Hope you don't mind us giving those two a ride," he said, nodding to the backseat and its sleepy occupants.
"Nah, it's cool," said Hunter, turning around to look at the tired young men, "they look adorable."
"How adorable?"
"Hey, they ain't you."
Hunter leaned over and planted a brutal kiss on Test, which his lover responded to enthusiastically.
"Let's get a move on... the sooner I get us to the hotel, the sooner you and I can... finish this."
In the backseat, Christian watched the kiss and smiled. He wondered how long this had been going on. He looked down at Jeff's face and moved his shoulder so he could look down at him more directly. The kid was fuckin' cute. No question why all the little girls were after him. He ran his hand down the carefully shaven jaw as softly as he could and he felt filled with a strange kind of electricity. Just then, Jeff muttered something in his sleep and nestled himself more comfortably against Christian's body. His sleepy hand strayed down to Christian's thigh, coming to rest dangerously close to the other man's crotch.
The former Brood member shifted uncomfortably and looked up to the front seat. What he saw there made his blood run even faster in his veins. Hunter had shifted so he was sitting as close to Test as possible, his hand in his lover's crotch, pumping up and down. Christian watched, fascinated as Helmsley urged his lover on, daring him to remain in control for as long as possible.
"Guys," said a suddenly awake Jeff Hardy, "we don't have to go to the hotel RIGHT away."
At the same time, Jeff's hand covered Christian's crotch firmly, leaving no doubt as to his intention. Christian gasped loudly and both Test and Hunter around in time to see him shifting around to a far more comfortable position.
"Are you sure about this?" Christian asked as Jeff pulled down his zipper.
"Sure I'm sure."
Jeff didn't give his soon-to-be lover the chance to say another word as he covered his mouth with his own. Wow, Christian thought, this must be what rainbows taste like. He slid down until he was lying on his back, Jeff on top of him, his dick in the younger man's grip, trapped. Christian worked his hands up and down Jeff's body, past the slim hips until they reached the firm ass. He cupped the cheeks, dug his fingers into them, pulling the pelvis to him until Jeff cried peace.
"What?" the Canadian asked, a devious twinkle in his eyes.
"You aren't playing fair!"
"And you... are?"
Jeff's fingers were, at the time, playing a delightful symphony across Christian's erection to the point Edge's brother thought he was going to spill himself like a school boy. The Hardy Boy entranced his coworker in another mind-numbing kiss that closed them both off to the outside world until they felt the car come to a full stop. But that didn't stop them. Jeff slid down Christian's body until he was face to face with the object of his desire.
"Does it have a name?"
"Huh?"
"My soon-to-be best friend here? Does it have a name?"
"Not as far as I... oh God!"
Jeff engulfed the milking tip, relishing the taste while Christian's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his opened mouth crying out silently. With each sweep of Jeff's magical tongue, Christian felt himself being taken closer and closer to the edge (no pun intended) until there was no turning back. Christian came with a ragged cry, his fingers curled into his lover's colored locks, bucking in and out of his mouth.
As quickly as his orgasmically tired limbs could allow him, Christian pulled Jeff's face up to his, slashing his mouth across his, as his fingers sought the opening of Jeff's cargo pants, finding his unattended hard-on. Plundering his mouth until it held no more secrets, Christian pulled at the thickening stem until it dissolved into his hand, Jeff gasping loudly in his Canadian lover's mouth as his orgasm shook him up.
In the front seat, Hunter and Test watched the backseat action, their hands tight around each other's erections.
"What are you thinking?" Steph's ex asked.
"I want to taste that rainbow," replied Steph's husband.
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