Title: Learning the Steps
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 10
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 Matt/Lita 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: The BLADE women travel to TRL
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]
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"What the hell did Lita mean by Tasha 'Currently' dating me?" Edge growled. "What the hell did she mean by 'for the time being' when she was talking about Jami being married to me?" Jeff asked.
"Guys, it's the truth. Edge, you and Tasha's relationship has had more breakups then a 'The Young and The Restless' couple. And Jeff, your marriage to Jami is as shaky as Vince McMahon's sanity." Matt pointed out.
Both Edge and Jeff glared at Matt. "Yeah, like your relationship is perfect either." Edge shot back. "Shuddup, would ya?" Matt said.
"Yeah man, when was the last time you got a little uh-uh from Lita?" Jeff asked, doing a couple of suggestive, but small, pelvic thrusts. "Jeff, if that's your idea of uh-uh, then I can see why your marriage is on the rocks." Matt shot at him.
"Jami is getting all the uh-uh she needs!" Jeff defended himself. "Yeah, but question is...is she getting it from you or is she getting it from someone else who is sex deprived." Matt asked.
"Like who? Lita?" Jeff suggested. "What the hell? Lita is not sex deprived." Matt defended.
"Well, if she's not then she's getting it from someone! Christian perhaps?" Jeff suggested again. "I'd rather she was uh-uh'ing with Jami!" Matt exclaimed.
"Why the hell are you two talking about your two women having sex with each other?" Edge asked. Jeff and Matt looked at each other before shrugging. "I think it's one of those guy things. Ya know, wanting to see two women go at it. Don't tell us you've never wanted to see Tasha go at it with another woman!" Matt said.
"Not anyone I'd tell her about! Do you think I want her to hand me my nuts on a platter or something?" Edge smartly replied. "Damn, you are so whipped!" Jeff said, making a whipping motion with his hand. "Yep...whipped, bound, blindfolded...it's all great." Edge laughed.
***
"Jami? Jami?" Lita whispered. "Hmmmm" Jami mumbled, as she shifted her weight in the small chair of the airplane they were on. "Are you okay?" Lita asked. "no." Jami stated. "Then why are you responding to me?" Lita asked. "I'm a sleep responder." Jami mumbled.
"Can you sleep listen?" Lita asked. "Hmmmm, maybe. No promises though." Jami sighed sleepily, never opening her eyes. "Do you think Matt and I are meant to be together?" Lita asked. "Yes." Jami answered. "Why?" Lita asked. "Because." "But why?" Lita shot back.
"I thought I was going to sleep listen. Not sleep talk." Jami whined. "But if you don't listen to me then I'm going to have to wake up Tasha. And I'll tell her you told me to wake her up." Lita threatened. "Yeah, go ahead. Try to get a sound out before she kills you." Jami mumbled before she buried herself deeper into the seat.
Chapter 11
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