Title: Don't Take That Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 8
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I
did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own Jami, for she is me.
Tasha owns herself. (Heaven help the person who tries to claim he/she owns
either of us). Charity and Mags also own themselves and if you try to take them
you will burn in hell! This is the next story in the Step series...it's the Jami/Jeff
sequel. And the address to the stories is at the bottom of this email. And I use
the wrestlers wrestling names in the story, JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother
suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2
years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know
yet *L*.
Summary: Again, Jami's just a psycho bitch. *L*
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee! I have been
suffocating lately....so please, send in the feedback.
Email: [email protected]
"So did you talk to Lita and tasha?" Matt asked Jami later that night.
He had come in with Edge and Jeff to find Jami doing yoga on the hotel room
floor. All three men stared at her for a second before tilting their heads to
one side as if they couldn't believe the position she was in.
"Damn, that's some kinky shit there." Edge uttered. Jami slowly moved
out of the position and sat facing them. "It's not kinky shit. It's yoga.
Exercise for the mind and body." Jami said. The three men flopped down onto
the bed. "Whatever you say. But I still think it's some kinky shit."
Edge said.
That's when Matt had asked Jami the question about Lita and Tasha. "No, I
hung out with Tasha, Lita, Charity and Mags most of the afternoon and never said
a word to them." Jami said, rolling her eyes. "You are such a smart
ass." Matt said. "And you are such a dumb ass." Jami shot back.
"Okay, we get the point. You both are ass's. Now, did you talk to them
about us?" Edge asked.
Jami arched an eyebrow and glared at him. "yeah, I told them that you were
both assholes and they shouldn't waste their time." "you what?!?"
Matt asked. 'I told them that I had talked to you two. That you loved them and
blah blah blah." Jami said. Matt and Edge sighed in relief.
Jeff rolled his eyes as the three bickered. He stood up and walked over to the
dresser. "Hey Matt, is your headache still hanging on?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah, it is." Matt said. "Do you want some tylenol? Jami has
some in here." he told Matt, gesturing towards the dresser.
Lightening fast Jami jumped up and was beside him at the dresser. "No I
don't!" Jami told him. "What? you had some this morning?" Jeff
reminded her. "Yeah, I had some this morning, but I took some a little bit
ago and there is no more left." Jami explained. "Oh." was all
Jeff said, going back and sitting on the floor next to the bed. Jami hesitated
for a moment before sitting next to him.
"So what did you three do today?" Jami asked. "Went to a deli to
eat, then we went to the mall for awhile. Not much. What did you do?" Jeff
asked. "Just hung out." was Jami's answer.
"We were thinking about going and grabbing something to eat. Wanna
come?" Edge asked. "Nah, my stomache is kind of upset and I'm not
hungry." Jami smiled in thanks at the invitation. "You sure you don't
want us to pick something up for you...like pickles and ice cream?" Matt
asked. Jami wrinkled her nose is disgust. "Ewwww, I don't eat pickles and I
don't eat ice cream." "Well, that's a no answer if I ever heard
one." Jeff answered.
The three men stood to leave. Jami recieved a kiss on the forehead by Jeff
before she watched them leave.
***
Later that night when Jeff returned to their room, Jami was in bed, her laptop
in front of her. Jeff sat on the bed and gave her a kiss on her bare shoulder.
She was in a tank top and her favorite pajama pants.
"what are you doing?" Jeff asked, peering at the laptop screen.
"Oh just on the internet looking at some fan sites and rumors and stuff
like that." Jami answered. "Anything interesting?" Jeff asked as
he slid off the bed and stripped his clothes off, grabbing a pair of his own
pajama pants.
Jami's eyes were focused on the lean body of her husband. Just looking at him
managed to take her breath away still. He had a lean muscular body, flat abs,
and a tan, chisled body. Jami watched as he slid the pants on, watching his arms
flew just a bit as he pulled them up. Jeff turned to ask why she hadn't answered
him and found her eyes on him. As soon as she realized his eyes and turned to
rest on her, she averted her gaze to the laptop blushing slightly.
Jeff smiled as Jami quickly resumed her typing. He was thrilled that after
almost a year of marriage she still looked at him like that. He didn't think
Jami noticed it, but he still looked at her in the same way. Jeff's lips looked
almost like a smirk as he watched her. She was still so beautiful to him as the
day he had first seen her. Little had changed her appearance since then except
her hair color and she had more muscle definition. Right now her brown hair
framed her face, making her look dramatic in the lamplight. Her brown eyes were
focused on the screen in front of her, a blush still covering her tan face.
One of her hands reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and her eyes
peered up at him. "What are you looking at?" Jami asked him.
"you." was Jeff's simple answer. "Why?" Jami blushed again.
"Becuase I love to look at you." he answered, slipping under the
covers and next to her in the bed.
"So, what are we doing now that we had no idea we were doing before?"
Jeff asked. "well, Rumormill has been quite active lately. Short summary of
them all is that we are now divorced and you are remarried to Jaded. That we
aren't divorced but I'm having an affair with Matt, Shane McMahon, and Edge.
You're having an affair with Stacy Keibler, Ivory and Angel. I'm a lesbian
having an affair with Lita, Tasha, Stephanie McMahon and Torrie Wilson. You are
gay, having an affair with Edge, Shane Helms, Shane McMahon, and sickening
enough, Matt. But that's not all. Supposedly we are also bisexual, having huge
orgies at our house. I'm pregnant with three different men's child. You are
currently married to three other women. I'm married to vince McMahon. That you
and I are expecting triplets, that we were never really married. Only said that
we were so we could get away with having sex. That my last job before this one
was a stripper and you are nothing but a gigglo." Jami said.
"Damn, you were stripper? How come I never know the important stuff."
Jeff asked. "Shut up. There are rumors on us being fired. Me for being
overweight and constantly pregnant. You for engaging in oral sex with an
intern." Jami laughed.
"Damn, is there anything true about us?" Jeff asked. "Only that
we've been married for almost a year and we are currently in seperate factions
and we are getting major pushes and are still together." Jami told him.
"Did you check WWF.com?" Jeff asked. "Yep, and the rajahwwf.com.
That was depressing though." Jami mumbled. "why?" Jeff asked.
"Because they were rating the women and crap. I was ranked number seven.
Trish was first, followed by Lita, Tasha, Stacy, Torrie and Stephanie. Then they
had a pole of who would be the best valet for you. I was again seventh."
Jami grumbled.
"Don't worry baby. You are number one now and always where it counts?"
Jeff said. "And where's that?" Jami asked, closing her laptop and
putting it on the bedside table. "Right here with me! As my love."
Jeff whispered to her, before kissing her passionately.
Chapter 9
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