*Cinnamon & Vanilla - Chp4*
*By JM*
"Promise not to be mad that I'm out there wrestling in a bikini paddle
on the pole match," she pleaded, lifting a hand to brush the wild strands
of Jeff's hair behind his head. Her lips danced past his again as she
lifted herself up, still watching heavy thoughts wrestle through his green
eyes. His hand fell to his lap and she waited for an answer, any sign of
response. "Promise." She giggled as his tongue licked over his lips. She pushed his arms aside and lowered herself into his lap, stringing her manicured nails through his soft hair. There was golden feeling present in her blood when he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head against her chest. She wanted to call it love, but then she'd be feeling something that she hadn't known in so long. She was a stranger to that and Jeff couldn't possibly be the only person to raise that emotion inside of her. Trish lowered her head and let it rest against Jeff's, her chin molding against his forehead. She inhaled slowly and took in the scent of his hair. He gave her hip a small squeeze and she lifted her head gingerly, smiling down at him when he tilted his head back.
"Have you been using my shampoo?" Trish pondered, smoothing her hand over his wrinkled brow. Jeff laughed mockingly, pulling her further into his lap. "It's my own mix," he jested smoothly, brushing the prickling hairs of his
chin against her shoulder. "Trying to get spiffy for me Hardy?" Sarcasm was nothing she could help. It was natural. Maybe it was an Canadian trait, but it was never tested, documented, and patented, so she didn't push it. "For what? I already got you, didn't I?" He grinned broadly for her before laying a simple kiss on her shoulder. That definitely didn't feel like something a friend would do. And she never felt these feelings around Adam or Jason or even Chris. "No, you got the fries, but not the hamburger," Trish insisted,
giggling before toying with his hair. Jeff returned the smile without
hesitation. Trish smoothed Jeff's eyebrows straight and watched him. There was a unique beauty about him that kept her hazel eyes from straying. It was
probably the way Jeff's nose was small and not curvy like his brother Matt's. She loved the way Jeff's smile was large when he wanted to be, nothing like Adam's broad grin. There was definitely something about the
way Jeff's face naturally fell into a concentrated expression, even
when he was sleeping. The way his earrings dangled from his ears, sometimes
unnoticeable. She ran her fingers along the shaven sides of his head and
even his head fit his body.
"You smell like vanilla," she chimed. Jeff chuckled again, easing forward until his chest rested against a portion of her back. "You should smell the rest of me." "Why? Do you stink?" Trish knew she was too caught up in Jeff's expression to give any attention to the fact that her door was now open, Terri Runnels and Matt Hardy welcoming themselves inside. She pulled her eyes from Jeff when Terri passed them. She lifted herself quickly, escaping Jeff's grasp without thought. "Thank God you got that thing detached from your body before our match Trish. I don't think I'm ready to take on deformed Divas with Hardy's
attached to their asses," Terri boasted with her candid smile. She stood near the mirror, fixing her hair while Trish tried to hide any signs of blush. "Hey Terri, is that gold make-up on your shoulder?" Jeff teased. He felt Trish pinch his shoulder but ignored it. �Honey don�t even try it. You'll hear me screaming can you dig it sucka before you'll catch me in any shattered dreams," Terri insisted, pouting her plump pink lips in the mirror. "And that's not a bad thing, Jeff. It's a good thing," Matt joked quietly, elbowing his brother as he passed. Jeff laughed stolen giggles and beamed at Trish, watching the way she stood shyly to the side, eyes only on him. �You know it�d be fun if Dustin and myself took on the WWF�s new power team,� Terri jested, turning away from the mirror to grin at Jeff. There was no way to label Terri because she defied all the stereotypes. Maybe that's what Trish liked about her? It was probably what Jeff feared about her.
"I don't know Terri. Amy's out of town filming right now, but I'll be
sure to pass the word to Vince," Matt teased, resting a hand on Jeff's
shoulder for support. Matt knew when to speak, when to defend, when to draw attention. Jeff might not have spoken to his brother much about the situation, but Matt knew the vibe. And Trish was thankful for it. "I think she was referring to me and you, Matt baby," Trish giggled, moving past Matt. She quickly ran her fingers through his black locks and winked at Jeff. He wanted to smile, but something inside wouldn't move. She shucked away her smile and bit her bottom lip. It hurt to hide from her feelings, but she had no other resolution. "Oh, Trish, this isn't television honey. You don't have to play up to that role," Terri boasted, leaning against the counter to watch Jeff. He
remained still, slightly disturbed. "Whatever you say Marlena," Matt chuckled, sliding his hand off of Jeff. He stepped backward, moving toward the door while Trish stayed centered in her position next to Terri. She desired to move forward, lean down and touch him. She just wanted to brush her hand against that warm cheek and know there was something still there that wanted to hold her that night. Maybe it was a want to be in his arms or a want to know that those soft pink lips would kiss her before she drifted into a dreamy slumber. Just the comfort would be enough.
"Are you sure she's playing Terri?" Jeff questioned her, sparking a defeated smile for Trish. She arched an eyebrow immediately and lost the will to feel. Did he like hiding it? Did he even have anything to hide? It wasn't that she was concerned because that would be the duty of a girlfriend. She merely ran her fingers through her blonde hair and looked down because it was the only thing that felt good anymore. She didn't feel empty when she walked the halls of the venue alone. Maybe a bit torn, maybe slightly impassive, but definitely not alone. She smiled at the feeling. She still had a few drops of independency wading inside of her. Trish scooped up her blonde hair and let it fall behind her shoulders, striving to think of anything but Jeff Hardy. She crossed her arms and it wasn't that easy. She couldn't just walk proud, alive, liberated from the feelings, from the desire to be next to him. She couldn't escape the
vision of those green eyes on her while she brushed her fingers through his
silky hair, reveling in the feeling of being in the moment rather than trying to figure the moment out. "You're daydreaming Stratus," Vince McMahon spoke out and she had to be because she didn't see him, didn't notice his presence when she walked down the hall. She lifted her eyes, presented him a lasting smile, and unfolded her arms. �I guess I was� she said meekly, brushing strands of hair behind her ear. She slipped her hands into her back pockets, chewing on her lower lip nervously. Something was in Vince's eyes that did not agree with her. His eyebrows lifted and she knew the feeling. He was judging her. He
wasn't going to compliment her on her match against Ivory the previous week or
her credible performance during the promo she recently taped with Terri. It was
deeper.
"What's been on your mind lately Trish? Another shot for the Women's
Championship? Another step up in the upper echelon of the Federation? Some
time off to spend with family?" Vince questioned her with a voice that could
hold ghosts at bay. He was a man of business, nothing less. Emotions, feelings, heart played held no offensive strategy when dealing with Vince. She knew it was because the owner of the World Wrestling Federation. Everyone knew it. He held power, control. If they wanted it, they bowed down. But Vince was not all business. When he crossed behind her, paced to the side of her, stood in front
of her, she tried to hide her intimidation. He wasn't trying to destroy
her, just get inside of her. She didn't try to hide herself, but exposing
herself hurt more. "I think it would be great if I got another shot at the title. The fans seem to enjoy the matches I have with Charlene and it has boosted my career," Trish replied shyly, sliding her hands out of her pockets and letting them drop to her side. She decided it was best to look away from his eyes. He would feel the truth, see it buried in the golden shades of light gleaming in her hazel eyes. Then what? He'd give her a chance to get
the Women's title back and that would make Jeff love her? That would make him run to her, express the feelings that radiated in her stomach and coated her heart in a sickness?
*Chp5*
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