Butterfly in a Storm
By: Storm

Have you ever felt like you don't belong? That everything you do is wrong? Do you push people away? Even people you love? I know I did for a long time. My life has never been perfect. My father never was around when I was younger. That meant, my mom and I were on our own. It was hard because we did have any money. My mom's parents were rich but did not agree to who my father was so they never came around.

When I was real little, I would sometimes find my mother crying in her room. Usually, it was about my father, money, or how her life was over. I could only comfort her while she beat me stupid. It always happened that way. Then, one day when I was about seven, I came in from playing with some druggies down the street, I found her. She had eaten her gun.

After that, I was shipped off to an adoptive family. That was more of a hell! They had two sons who loved to play "doctor" with their new little sister while their father watch on. Finally, when I was about ten, I told my teacher and I was shipped to another foster home. I had to see a shrink about every other day. It didn't help because at home I was a ghost. No one looked at me or saw me. When I was 16, the courts let me become my own adult.

I moved into a cheap motel room and worked at a Burger King. Druggies and Whores came in and out of the motel. It never really bothered me much. Then when I was 19, I got the chance to become a teacher. I had worked hard my whole life in school and now I was one. After I called in a huge favor to my only true friend, Jesse, I moved to a very small town called Cameron.

Jesse was a great friend. I had met her at the motel that I had lived in. Even though she had sex for money, she was cool. He dad had a small house in Cameron that he was selling. I called him and we worked out a deal. I pay him as much as I can a week and I get the house until it's paid off. Type of, rent to own thing.

Now that you have some background on me, I guess you can read on.

I woke up and yawned. The air smelled of the rain that had happened last night. I pulled myself out of bed and almost crawled to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, I went beck into my room for some running clothes. A pair of gray sweat pants and a navy sweat zip up shirt were perfect for the cool air. Going back into the bathroom, I disrobed myself. The water was very warm on my body. I let it run over my body for awhile before I actually started to wash myself.

After a nice bath, I dressed into the running outfit. I looked into the small mirror over the small sink. My blonde hair was up in a ponytail and ran down the middle of my back until it was three inches past my shoulders. Big brown eyes stared back at me. A pouty mouth had a small cut in the right hand corner. My neck was a little long looking in the zip up sweatshirt, but I wasn't out to impress anyone.

I grabbed a bottle of water from the small kitchen and ran out of my house. A black 1992 firebird was sitting my driveway. Hopping in, I started the car. "Kiss Kiss" by Stella came on. I pulled out of my driveway and was off.

When I arrived at the park, I pulled next to a sports bike. It was nice looking for begin that type of bike. Other than my car, it was the only automobile there.

A circle of cement ran around the small park. I jumped to the end of it and did a few stretches before setting off on my run.

It felt good to run after a spring ran. It cooled the air and added moister to the sky. My feet kicked up water as I ran faster. My head became clear for thoughts of my past to come into play. I always hated this part of the run.

I thought about my mom and finding her. How her body was on the living room floor. How the gun was sitting in her hand. How her note was sitting on the kitchen table. What it said. How the police didn't care. How I was pushed in the back of a car. How the handcuffs felt. The tears that rolled down my face. Finally, I broke the image and walked over to the creek. In the park, a small creek ran down the middle. Trees and benches lined it and gave it an "alone" feel. Rocks were planted here and there.

A guy with purple hair and nice body was sitting on a bench near the rock that I had always claimed as my own. Even my name was on it. A notebook was in his hands and a drawing pad was next to him. He seemed to be staring off into space.

Without trying to draw his eyes to me, I walked over to my rock. It was cold against me when I sat. I wind had finally picked up. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms round them so I could put my chin on my knees. I stared at the clear water and thought about Jesse.

I hadn't heard from her in a month and neither has her dad. We were both scared for her because we knew what she did. I vowed that if I ever saw her again, I would chain her to the bed. But, then again, she would like that. I would have to stop her, though.

My ears picked up on a quiet conversion behind me. That good looking dude was talking to someone.

"Jeff, we need to get back.," one said.

"Sure, just give me a sec." Said the one that had been on the bench. "Miss?"

I turned to him and saw a piece of paper in his hands. It was folded and looked like it had writing on it. I stood up and dusted myself off.

"I hope up don't mind but I draw a picture of you."

I stared into his deep green eyes and thought I would faint. I slowly took the picture from him and opened it. I gasped from the sight of it. Pulling the picture down, I saw that he was gone. A faint sound of a bike and truck came from my left. I looked at the picture again.

It was I. I was looking at the water the same way I was before. My knees up to my chest and my chin on them. He had everything down to a "T". Even my name that was written on the left of the rock. Tears came to my eyes when I saw a note written at the bottom.

"Dear Miss,

I am sorry that I didn't ask to draw you. But the look on you face and the way you stared at the water, it called to me. I didn't want to break that. Here is my number. Call me and I will give you the other drawings I did. They aren't as good as the one in your hand but maybe you would want them.

Thank You,
Jeff Hardy

555-2323

When I got home, after a lot of crying and fits, I thought about calling this Jeff Hardy person. I didn't know if I should or not. I mean, he could be a weirdo or something, I thought.

I threw myself on to the small gray fuzzy couch. My TV. was on and wrestling was on. I am not a big wrestling fan, so I went to turn it when I saw him. Jeff Hardy. At first, I didn't believe it. A wrestler could draw a picture of me? And it be that damn good? No Way?!? I have to call him, I thought. I pressed the off button on the small screen TV. and went into my kitchen.

A plain white phone hung on the wall, near the swinging door. My drawing lay on the bar that slipped the kitchen from the living room. Dialing Jeff's number, I held my breath. It seemed to ring forever before anyone picked it up.

"Hello?" The person seemed a little breathless.

"Hi.... Um.... I am the girl from the park and I was told to call a Jeff Hardy." I said.

"Oh, Hi. I'm Jeff." He seemed happy to hear from me. "Can I ask what your name is?"

"I'm Storm." I said flatly.

"Well, ain't that weird. I named my drawing 'Butterfly in the Storm' but I never knew your name."

"Yeah." I forced a fake laugh. "Why did you name it that?"

"You looked like you've been through a lot. Like a butterfly trying to fly through a storm. You know?" I didn't. "Anyway...um. I have a few more drawings of you."

"How were you able to draw so many pictures of me?" I asked curiously.

"Well, you sat still foe two hours. Besides, you were a great model. You gave me ideas." He said. I noticed then that he had a thick southern accent.

"All good ideas I hope." I said with a dirty smile. He laughed, and it sounded like music to me.

"You are funny." He said, calming down a little. "Umm, do you want to come over and get these drawings?"

"Sure, just tell me were." He gave me his addy and I let him go.

I ran to my room and looked through my very limited wardrobe. I picked something that didn't look teacher-ish. A pair of jeans, with holes in the knees, and a light pink tank top. My bust line was shown off really while in it. My jeans hugged my hips a little but still left a little to the mind. I let my hair down and it fell four inches past my shoulders. Curls fell around my face. Grabbing my keys, I was off.

After ten minutes of driving, I found Jeff's house. It was brick with black shutters. Four steps and handrails ran up to a black door. A few bushes were here and there around the house. I got out of my car and saw his bike parked next to a new gray car, inside of an open garage. I walked on the sidewalk and up the four steps. I rang the doorbell. Jeff opened the door. All the boy was wearing was a pair of jeans and a smile. My heart jumped a beat.

"Hey, Um.... Storm? Come on in." He opens the black door for me.

His living room was larger than mine was. Well, everything of his was larger than mine. I gasped at the disco ball that was spinning around on the big screen TV. A ball shined different colored lights around the room. A red leather couch and chair sat facing the big screen. A large stereo was to the left of the red couch.

"You like?" He asked, smiling at my shock. I only nodded. "Well, have a seat and I'll be back with the drawings."

I sat down on the couch. I was weird for me because I have never sat on a leather couch before. My eyes watched the different colors change as I thought about Jeff. That boy look good, I thought to myself, but don't let him in too close.

"I just love that look."

I turned and Jeff was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall. I gave a weak smile. He walked to me with some paper in his hands.

"Here." He said setting them down on my lap. He then sat next to my and put his arm around the back of my seat. I flinched. Sliding forward in my seat, I opened the papers.

The first drawing was of my profile. A butterfly was on my head. My mouth was in a smile as I looked up at it. But, the picture only went to my shoulders.

The second was of just my face. My ponytail was blowing in the wind. My eyes had a blank, far off look in them.

The third had me sitting in the rain. My hair was flatted down and wet. My face showed how I enjoyed the water.

I looked at Jeff, who had a curious look on his face. I folded the drawing and sat there. My eyes ended up looking out the window. When I looked back at Jeff, he seemed upset.

"I know they aren't that good." He said in a whispered grunt.

"No," I said with tears in my eyes. "They are great." I watched his eyes light up.

"Really!" He pulled me into a hug.

I pushed him off of my. A look of hurt ran across he's face.

"What did you do?" He asked.

"I don't like to be touched. I'm sorry if I hurt you." I said, the tears fell without my help.

Jeff didn't know what to do. He couldn't touch me to comfort me. He just sat there, looking at his feet. Which, I felt that he was there for me by not touching me. I wiped away my tears and laughed a little. "Sorry for the burst of emotion there." I looked at him and smiled.

"That's okay." He smiled at me. "Do you wanna hang out sometime, you know?"

"I teach down at the local high school. I'm an English teacher so I can't be out too late." I smiled at him.

"You teach at my old school." He seemed to get happy over the smallest thing. That was so different from me.

"I know. All I every hear about is 'The Hardy Boyz and Lita'. Sometimes, it gets annoying to me, because I don't watch wrestling." I said as a matter-of-factly.

"You don't like wrestling?" He raised his eyebrow at me.

"No, really, I didn't even know whom in the hell you were until I say you on the TV. Just about an hour ago." I nodded my head.

"Cool." He said with a smile.

"Why cool?" I asked.

"Well, in my line of work, because I am 'famous' or what ever, some people want to hang out with me because I am Jeff Hardy or the Hardy Boyz." He said.

"Well, I don't need Jeff Hardy of the Hardy Boyz. I just want to know plain old Jeff." I said. He leaned in like he wanted to hug me but remembered that I don't like to be touched.

I looked at him closely and thought about all that we have said to one another. Jeff seemed all right. And he looked damn good. He wouldn't hurt a fly if it pissed on his head.

"Close your eyes." I said in a whisper. He closed his eyes.

I threw my arms and his neck. He put his arms around me and rubbed my back. His cologne filled my nose. Damn he smells good, I thought. Quickly, I kissed his cheek and ran out of the house before he could say anything to me.

That hug was a big step for me. But, it would be a bigger step for me to "hang" with him.

I was sitting on my couch, grading some tests, when my doorbell rang. I groaned and pulled myself off the couch. Opening the door, I saw Jeff standing there.

"Oh my God," I said. "I totally forgot about us going out tonight, Jeff. I'm so sorry. I ain't even dressed for this." I looked down at my torn jeans and black baggie shirt.

"You look fine." He said as he pulled at his yellow shirt. "I just thought that maybe we could just watch a movie."

I moved so he could come in. The look in his eyes thought me that he wasn't surprised to see how small my two-bedroom house was. I watched him look around my living room, taking in all that he needed.

"Let me move my papers." I said.

I walked over and pulled some of the papers off the couch. He sat down, pulling a movie from a white bag. I sat next to him on the couch.

"What's the movie?" I asked as I moved so we were not touching.

"Um.... Robin Hood: Men in Tights." He smiled at me.

Taking to movie, I popped it into the VCR. I turned back around and noticed Jeff had moved to the middle of the couch. So, no matter what I did, he would be close to me. I groaned. Damn him. I sat down on his right. His arm sat behind my head. While the previews ran, we talked.

"Why do you like to be touched?" He asked as he looked into my eyes. His green eyes burned into my brown ones until it seemed that it would hurt.

"A lot has happened in my life that has caused me to be this way." I said, trying to keep the tears from falling.

"Like what?" Did he know when to stop? I was saved by the phone ringing.

I got up and almost ran to the kitchen.

"Hello?" I said.

"Is this Storm?" It sounded like Mark, Jesse's dad.

"Yeah." I was a little confused on why he would be calling me.

"Jesse's died, Storm." He choked on a sob.

"What?!?" I yelled into the phone.

"They found her near the safe house that you thought her to go to. You know, if she ever got in trouble. Witnesses say that Alan Black did this." He sobbed out to me.

"Alan?" My ex-father! The one who always watched my "brothers" play "doctor" with me.

"Yes! Storm; find someone to stay with. Just until Alan is caught. I don't want anything to happen to you, too." He hung up.

Slamming to phone down, I let a scream come from my mouth. I didn't realize Jeff was even in the house anymore. My knees went weak and I fell to the floor. Tears and moans came from my mouth. I wrapped my arms around my body.

"Storm?"

Turning, I saw Jeff behind me, with a look of worry on his face. I jumped up and ran to him. My arms flew around his neck. He just held me and let me cry. He didn't ask and I didn't tell. We just stood in the middle of my living room. Me crying and him holding me.

"Jeff, can I stay...? With you?" I choked out.

"Sure you can." He whispered to me.

I pushed myself away from him. Running to my room in the back, I grabbed a duffel bag. I threw clothes, toothbrush, razors, underies, CD's and a CD player into it. I pulled on a jacket and grabbed Jeff as I ran out of the house. I jumped into his car. My sobs had stopped because of fear. Jeff started the car and drove off without a word. I was glad about that because there was no way that I could say what I needed to say without feeling shame.

We pulled into his house. He grabbed my bag as I ran to his door. I threw it open. Something came into contact with my forehead. I looked you to see a dark haired man. His brown eyes stared at me like he was confused for a moment. I felt his hands come to my arms. I jumped and put my head to my knees, covering it with my hands. Sobs burst from him.

"Jeff?" I heard him say in the am southern accent as Jeff.

"Matt, I have no clue." Jeff said.

He pulled me up and held me close to him. I watched as Matt took my bag into the house.

"Come on, Storm." Jeff said in a smooth voice.

I let him pull my into the house. We walked door a hallway and stopped at the first down on the left. It was white and blue. White walls and blue bed covers. A dresser sat to the foot of the double bed. A closet was to the left of the bed.

"You'll stay here." Jeff said.

My bag was on the bed. I walked over to it and pulled the CD player out of the bag. I had to have my music. Jeff closed the door as he left. Grabbing my CD's, I put 'Break Stuff' by Limp Bizkit. I hummed along to the tune until I fell into a deep sleep.

"NNNOOO!!!!" I screamed.

He didn't seem to care. He just went faster and faster. Pain moved through my body. I tried to kick at him and bite him, but he seemed to get off on it more.

"Stop," I sobbed. "It hurts."

"Storm!" I heard. I felt someone shaking me. "Wake up."

I opened my eyes and saw Jeff. Fear was written across his face. I pulled him to me. My head was buried between his neck and shoulder. I heard Matt come to me. I looked at him in fear.

"Get away!" I yelled at the top of my voice. I tried to pull myself off the bed but Jeff had a good hold on me.

"Storm, it just Matt. My brother." Jeff said. He's hands were on my shoulders, holding me down. "What's wrong?"

"I saw him. I felt him." I sobbed. I knew he had no clue of who I was talking about.

"Who? Who's him?" Matt asked. I looked at him.

"You." I said in a whisper. "You. Alan Black. My ex-foster father."

Matt looked confused. "Who?"

"Alan Black. He used to watch as my brothers raped me. Telling them what to do. How to do it. He killed my best friend, Jesse. That was her dad on the phone. Alan hasn't been caught yet." I said as I calmed myself down a little but still had a good hold on to Jeff.

"And I look like him..." Matt said. I nodded. "Well, I'm gonna prove that I am not a prick like him, Storm. I will sleep on this floor tonight." He pointed to the floor next to the bed. "Jeff, you sleep next to her."

That was going too hard. Jeff? Toughing me all night? Lord, help me.

"Now, Storm, I know you don't like to be touched and now I know why. But, you can not let him have this control over your life. I will sleep all night with my arms around you, so you'll know that a man can touch you without hurting you." Jeff looked died into my eyes. I nodded at him.

Slowly, he laid me back onto the bed. Matt grabbed a cover and pillow from the closet. He fell onto the floor and fell asleep. Jeff pulled me close to him. I got really hot.

"Jeff," I whispered. "It's hot."

He got up and turned on a tall fan in the corner. When he curled back in bed, he pulled me closer to him and laid his head on mine. My back pressed against his back. Slowly, as not to scare me, he kissed my forehead.

"Good night, Storm, and remember that I and Matt are here for you."

With that on my mind, I was out like a light. No more dreams came that night.

I woke up with Jeff holding my tightly around the waist. I tried to pull myself away but it was no use. My skin burned like from hot coals under his touch. I let out a scream that made him jump. With his grip loosened, I pulled all the way to the end of the bed. Jeff tried to grab my arms, but I jumped and feel on Matt. He tried to hug me. I punched him in the chest. He let me go and I crawled into the corner. I curled up a little ball. Matt and Jeff just looked at each other. Jeff got up out of bed and made his way, slowly, to me.

"Storm, what is it?" He asked when he bent down next to me. He tired to put his hand on my forehead. I jerked back.

"It hurts." I said in a winey voice.

"Jeff," Matt said as He looked at me. "I'll call the high school and tell them she can't come in today. You go and get a cool wash cloth." They left me.

I shook so bad that my arms were beating the floor. Tears fell down my face. I couldn't get over my fears. I watched the door move and saw Jeff come in with a wash cloth. He bent down and tried to wipe my face. I jerked.

"Come on, Storm." He grabbed my arms and tried to stop my from jerking and pulling away. "Now, I'm not going to hurt you." He said. Finally, I just gave in. He wiped my face lightly. "This ain't so bad."

I let him run the wet cloth over my face and arms. It felt nice to have him touch me with feeling like it was wrong or bad. Matt came in and bent down like Jeff.

"Storm, are you okay?" He asked as his deep brown eyes stared into mine.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Jeff, I'm going to go to the store. We have no food." Matt patted me on the head and left.

I looked at Jeff. Tears were in his eyes. I pulled up and grabbed him. I hugged him to me. This didn't hurt.

"Let's go, Storm." Jeff picked me up cradle like and took me into the living room. After he sat me on the couch, he said: "I want you to tell me all that happened to you."

"I can't." I looked away. "You'll look at me differently."

"No, if I can love you after what you told me last night...that if I can love you after you push me away like you did this morning.... If I can love you like I do right now," he pulled my face to look at him. "Then, I can't think of you any differently. Storm, you should not be ashamed because of what others have done to you. You are the most beautiful, kind, amazing, and sweet person I have ever met in my life. Who ever have hurt you is stupid for doing so. But, understand, I will never ever hurt you."

I looked deep into his eyes and saw that he did love me. That he would never hurt me. That he would always be there for me.

Slowly, I leaned in and brought my lips to his. I kissed him so softly that it didn't even feel like I kissed him at all. I pulled away, not really wanting to.

"I will tell you, Jeff. But, please don't say anything until I am done." I said. He nodded.

I take a deep breath and told him about my life. His face stayed the same way through out my story. Never once did he open his mouth. Even when the tears began to fall, did he not say a word? All he did was hold me. That, I was thankful for. I needed to get this life off of my chest

I woke up to the sounds of a conversion. But, I did not open my eyes. I wanted to see what Jeff and Matt had to say.

"Matt, tell me what I can do to ease her pain." Jeff sounded like he was crying. I could feel Matt near me. He must be sitting in from of me.

"I cal only tell you to love her and give her time. From what you've told me, she's been through hell and back again." Matt patted my hand. That's when I realized that I was lying on Jeff. My head was on his shoulder and his arms were holding me. It felt right. "So, are you really going ask her to move in here?"

"Yeah. I just don't what her alone, you know? I mean, even though they caught Alan, I don't want her alone." Jeff hugged me closer to him.

"Well, she'll be alone for about four days out of the week." Matt had to point out.

"Well, Dad can come and check on her. I know, she'll be scared for the first few times, but you know how Dad is. He can't stand to see someone hurt." Jeff said as some tears fell on top of my head. I couldn't stand it anymore.

I grabbed the back of his head and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him with my heart and it felt so right. His hands rubbed my back while mine held his head and neck. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue into his. He was shocked at first but let his tongue touch mine. I moaned. Pulling back, I looked into his eyes. A smile sat on his face. I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I loved that show. Could you do it again?" Matt sounded like a little kid catching his parents doing it.

I glared at him. He just smiled that smile of his. I could've hit he but thought it was better if I didn't. I didn't want 14 year old girls running after me for breaking Matt Hardy's nose.

"Matt, it's not my fault that you don't get enough to fulfill your needs. Maybe you should try a blow up doll. Well.... Never mind, it will turn you down." With that, I signed my 'tickle' warrant.

Matt grabbed me from Jeff and threw me on the floor. He attacked me sides. My screams of laughter filled the house. Jeff soon joined him in the tickling. I thought I would piss in my pants if they didn't stop soon.

"Please." I choked on a laugh. "I have...to.... Go."

They let me up and I ran to the bathroom. I'm not going to tell you what I did; you can guess.

When I left the bathroom, Jeff was back on the couch. Matt wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Where's Matt?" I asked as I sat beside Jeff. Since I wasn't touching him, he pulled my into his lap.

"He went to get himself some." He said raising an eyebrow.

"From who?" I raised my own eyebrow.

"His girlfriend, Amy." He giggled.

"Oh.... Is she on drugs?" I asked.

"Maybe, to put up with Matt, you have to be." I laughed at Jeff. "You have a beautiful laugh. I want to hear you laugh more often." I smiled.

Jeff kissed my cheek and patted my knee. I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I think we need to go get my stuff, if I'm moving in here." I murmured.

"Sure."

He let me up and I went into my room. I threw off my jeans and shirt that I had slept in. Pulling out a pair of baggie cargoes and my "Linkin Park" shirt, I put them on. I grabbed my Nikes and threw them on as I ran out of my bedroom door.

Jeff was standing in the middle of the hallway with a pair of blue jean and a wife beater on. His blonde hair, with green and purple and blue streaks, was in a ponytail. He liked so good.

"Can I have a kiss before we go?" He asked with a sexy smile on his face.

My "Brothers" used to say that to me. But, no, this is Jeff. He wouldn't ever hurt me. He loves me. Jeff saw my conflict and pulled my to him.

"I love you." He said.

I kissed his lips and moved my tongue around in his mouth. It seemed like I was searching for something. Jeff moaned as I ran my hands over his chest.

"Okay." He said when he broke the kiss. "Let's go."

Jeff played Pearl Jam the whole way to my house. I am not a big Pearl Jam fan. I can't help it. Nirvana was more of my style. It drove me nuts that he won't let me put a different CD in.

"No Britney Spears!" I yelled at me when we were at a red light.

"Come on, just one song?" I begged and gave him a puppy dog look.

"Hell No!" He said.

"Fine, see if you get any." I folded my arms across my chest and glared at him. I saw the look of fear in his eyes.

"Well, damn." He muttered and hit the wheel. I laughed evilly at him. "You are evil." He said with a smile.

"I know." I said with a wicked grin crossing my face.

I reached over to him and ran my hand up and down his body. A look of pleasure sat on his face. Looking at his cock, I saw how hard he had become.

"Jeffery!" I acted like I was disgusted by his horniness.

"Sorry." I tried to pull at his pants. I just laughed harder. "You are so wicked. I love it." He said. "Maybe, you should be spanked."

"Maybe." I smiled at him

Jeff stood in the middle of my living room. His hands were on his hips.

"What should we take?" He asked me. Like I knew?

"Um.... What don't you have?" I looked at him.

"Bring any movies you want to watch. CD's but please no boy bands. I don't want my stereo to blow up." I stuck my tongue out at him. "Clothes and all 'girlie stuff'. Sorry to say, I ain't buying you any." He smiled real smugly at me.

Please don't kill me but I hit him in the chest. His rock hard abs took most of it. He just laughed and threw it off.

"Ass." I yelled at him.

I went into my room and pulled my clothes out of the closet and dresser. Jeff put them in bags. I laughed when he went for my undies. He was scared to touch them.

"They don't bite." I smiled at him. "But, I do."

I grabbed him and bite his neck. Not hard, of course, but a moan came from his lips.

"Enjoy because that's all you're getting from my, big boy."

I went back to grabbing stuff from stands and under the bed. After three hours of us packing and picking, Jeff threw everything into the car. I stopped him before he got in.

"Jeff, can I pick the CD that we listen to?" I swayed my hips a little. He smiled down at me.

"Fine, but only if you take back that 'you ain't getting any' thing. I really don't enjoy not playing with you." He wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Goodie." I said as I broke from him.

I ran to the passenger side and hopped in. Grabbing my CD's, I picked the one that I wanted to listen to.

"Oh Lord." Jeff growled over the bringing of Backstreet Boys 'Get Another Boyfriend'.

"If you keep it up, I'll find myself another boyfriend." I sang at him. It caught me what I said.

Jeff threw on his breaks and pulled onto an old looking rode. Turning off the car, he looked at me in shock. Fear gripped my heart, like I said the wrong thing.

"Boyfriend?" He asked in a high voice.

"If you wanna be?" I replied back.

His eyes grew big. I leaned over to him and kissed his cheek. He pulled me into a hug and held me there. My breath was caught in me.

"I would love to be called your boyfriend." He whispered before turning the car on. "I guess Matt was right. I did need to let you come to me."

I smiled and leaned back into my seat. The rest of the way to Jeff's, we didn't say a word. It was great to feel comfortable in silence.

When we pulled up into the driveway. I saw Matt leaning into his car. Girl legs were hanging out and giggles were coming from inside.

"Amy." Jeff smiled at me. I climbed out of the car. Jeff came around and walked me over.

Matt looked at us and smiled. The girl's head popped out. She was very pretty. With long red hair and a great smile, it was no wonder why Matt liked her so much.

"I heard you said that Matt couldn't get it from a blow up doll." She said to me. I smiled.

"Well, you must be on some good, strong drug to have sex with Matt." Jeff snickered.

"Wanna watch?" Amy raised her eyebrows at me. I that I would throw up.

"No." I said and looked like I would do it right there on her feet. She laughed.

"Okay, stop picking on Matt. Jeff, I'm taking Amy home. Don't go into my room. It's a mess." Matt said and smiled at me before climbing into the truck.

"Come on and let's get you un-packed, huh?" Jeff said. I nodded as he pulled me to the trunk.

It took about two and half-hours to un-pack. Matt hadn't come back yet. Jeff told me that Matt was a hound dog. I laughed at him. Following him into his room, I sat on the large bed with him. His covers were black and had red on the bottom side. Jeff pulled me close and kissed my forehead.

"Storm, Matt and me will be leaving tomorrow. You know that, but my Dad will come over a few times to check on you, okay?" He looked at me. I nodded and kissed his chin. "Good."

I watched him flip through a few channels before stopping on HBO. Since it was after 10, dirty movies were on. Jeff kept making me laugh at the funny scene. Every time someone was getting it on, he would make funny noises and say funny thing. I just laughed him. At 12, I heard the front door open.

"Matt." Jeff said to me.

We got up and walked into the living room. A smiling Matt Hardy was sitting on the couch. He looked so... pleasured.

"That good?" Jeff asked raising his eyebrows.

"That damn good." Matt whispered back. "I'm tired."

"I bet." I smiled at him as he pushed me a little before going to bed.

Jeff and I followed behind. I went to go to my room but Jeff stopped me. Nodding his head to his room, he pulled me to it. He closed the door behind us and sat on the bed.

"I will have to leave early in the morning. But, sleep here." He patted the bed.

I slowly walked over to it. Looking down, I saw I was still in my day clothes.

"Let me at lest change into some pajamas." I walked into my room.

My pajamas were in the dresser. Pulling them out, I jumped out of my clothes and into the baggie 'Bugs Bunny' bottoms and 'Daffy Duck' tank top. When I walked back into Jeff's room, I saw that he was only in his boxers.

"I usually sleep naked, but I didn't think you would like that very well." He looked at my nightclothes. "Cute." He smiled a sexy smile at me.

"Move." I said as I climbed in.

He wrapped his arms around me and I was pressed against his chest. I laid my head in the pillow. His breath touched my face. I giggled.

"What?" He said, moving so he could look at my eyes.

"Your breath is tickling me." I giggled out.

"Funny." He muttered before pulling me closer.

I laid my head on his shoulder and kissed his neck softly. I stayed awake for a while. Thinking about how hard my life would be those days that he was going to be gone. Finally, I gazed at his sleeping form. The moonlight shined through the window, causing him to look like a god. I kissed his lips.

"I love you, Jeff." I whispered to him before I fell asleep.

I woke up and found Jeff gone. My heart felt lost and alone. Tears fell and I stuffed my head into my pillow. Why did he have to go? Why damnit!?! After my total kiddie fit, I pulled myself up and out of bed.

The house was all too quiet with out them here. I looked at the VCR clock.

"8:32, I missed school again." I muttered to myself. If I didn't show up soon, they would fire me.

I walked into the kitchen and saw a huge mess. Plates were left in the sink. Cups lay all over the place. It looked like the kitchen was a war zone and lost the war. My eyes swung to the table. A note laid there with a pink lily laying on it. It read:

Hey Storm,

I didn't wake you up to say Good-bye because I really am not going anywhere. Sure, I will be many states away from you but, hopefully, I am in your heart. So, I really am not going anywhere.

Don't worry about the mess. Matt and I will clean it when we get back. Just go teach and we'll be back Thursday. There will be a surprise Thursday, too.

Gotta go, Matt's trying to do Amy again. I think I need to tie his thing to his leg or something.

I love you,
Jeff.

I set the note down. Looking around the kitchen again, I went to cleaning. Yes, I know that Jeff said to not worry about it, but I need to get my mind on other things, I told myself. I washed the dished, cleaned the floor, and picked up trash, fixed to cabinets, and cleaning the table. It took me about an hour but it looked pretty good.

I spent the rest of the day doing nothing but cleaning. I often cleaned when I was upset or thinking. At this point, I couldn't tell you if I was either. The house was cleaned from top to bottom four hours later. It was one, and I still had to work on those tests and getting some questions for the finial exam done.

I sat down on the leather red couch and pulled my school bag from the corner. Finding the tests, I began to grade. I began to get really depressed after about the third one because no one had passed yet. My test was so easy. How could they not pass? After looking at the questions more closely, I saw that it wasn't as easy as I thought it was. I put the papers back into the bag. I am just going to have to not take a grade on these, I thought.

I worked on the final for about an hour. My questions varied from easy to hard. Just how I liked it. It made the kids think and use that part of their body call the brain. Although, I seriously think that some have more than others do. I know, that is cruel but you'll see what I mean, one day.

The phone rang and I grabbed it off of the coffee table.

"Hello?" I said into the green phone.

"Is this 1-800-Fuck-U?" It was Jeff.

"No, this is 1-800-Big-Nothing." I said in a sweet voice.

"Well, damn." Jeff murmured into the phone. I laughed at him. "How are you doing, Storm?"

"Pretty good. I found your note." I said.

"Let me guess, you cleaned the kitchen?" He guessed right.

"That and the whole house."

"Why?"

"I clean when I am up-set or thinking. But, I truthfully can't tell you which one I was." I slid down farther into the couch.

"How's school?" Full of questions, isn't he?, I thought.

"I woke up late. But, I graded some of those tests and found that not many passed. I'm not taking a grade on them."

"That bad, huh?" I could just tell he was smiling.

"Yeah, anyway, what time Thursday are you coming home?"

"I really don't know." He stopped. I heard Matt in the background. "I gotta go. I love you Storm."

"I love you too." I hung up.

I thought about going and shopping but on a teachers pay? Please! Since all the cleaning was done, I guessed that I could watch a movie. I walked over to a bookshelf. Some home movies were lined in a row. Grabbing the first one I saw, I popped it in the VCR.

Matt was on and standing on a trampoline. He looked about 16. His body had a little build to it. My guess was from football. He had shades on and a card board belt over his left shoulder.

"Willow, it's over for you. When I get done with you, all you'll be is a trunk." He pointed at the camera. "Because, I am the Surge."

I laughed so hard my sides hurt. Jeff jumped around like a bunny in heat. Matt slammed him into the trampoline most of the time. This is too good, I thought evilly.

I watched some more tapes and laughed about what I was going to say to Matt and Jeff next time I got the chance. Around 8, I thought it best that I go to bed. I had to go to work.

I walked into Jeff's room and it felt empty. Setting the clock for 6 am, I changed into my nightclothes and climbed in bed. I looked to my left and wished Jeff were there. The thought hit me about what he was doing.

"God,

Please watch over Jeff. Matt, too, even though I think I could live without him. Who am I kidding? Please, make them safe."

I fell asleep dreaming of what I would do to Jeff, but my fears of sex came at me full force. I just ended up awaking up at 4 in the morning in a cold sweat. I had to get over these fears. They are killing me. I also needed to talk to Jeff about them. He would help. I finally fell back to sleep.

* I skipped ahead to Thursday because my week was very boring. Jeff called every night and never told me about the 'surprise'. I hate surprises. Gill came over a few times and I fell for Liger. That was about it. *

I sat at my desk and waited for my students to come into class. At ten till 8, you think that they would be in class, but no, not mine.

My deck was a cheap metal. It was covered in papers and tests. I finally had found a picture of Jeff that I wanted. It was sat in a gold frame in front of me. His blonde hair was normal and pulled back in a ponytail. With only a pair of jeans on, he was leaning against his bike. A smile was on his lips that would make your heart melt. Damn! He looked good!

"Miss Williams, can I talk to you about this test?"

Tyler Scott pulled me out of my thoughts. He held up a test that he had failed. His brown eyes glared at me with hate. His tan hand was shaking the paper from anger.

"Why, Tyler?" I asked innocently.

"How could I make a 34?"

"Apparently, you didn't read 'King Author' like you had to."

"But, if I don't make a good grade in here, I can't play football next year." He wined at me. I sighed at him.

"Look, Tyler, come back during lunch and we'll work something out, okay?" I was tired of this already.

"Okay, Miss Williams."

I watched his tall framed body move to his seat in the back. A few of my female students drooled over him a little before I began to teach.

The day seemed to be going fast. Although, I think some of that was because I would see Jeff at the end of it. Around 12, I sat down to a quiet room. I had forgotten about my lunch this morning. Tyler hadn't come in yet. A knock at my outside door made my jump. I didn't see no one from the window so I opened the door. Jeff grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug.

"God, I've missed your smell. Your skin. Your voice. Your evilness." I laughed at him and he breathed me in. "And that beautiful laugh." He went to kiss me but I pushed him away.

"Jeff, school." I pointed to my room.

We walked in. I sat at my desk as he pulled a computer chair over to me so he could sit. A bag of Taco Bell was in his right hand. I stared at it hungrily.

"Maybe I should dress up in Taco Bell to get you to stare at me that way." He said with a smile. I pulled his left shoulder a little.

"Come on." I smiled at him.

He pulled the food out of the bag. Two Mexican pizzas, and 6 tacos. Jeff pulled one of the pizzas and 5 of the tacos to himself.

"Damn, eat much?" I asked as he put a taco into his mouth.

Opening my pizza, I began to eat. After about ten minutes of eating in silence, Jeff had finished his meal and took half of mine. I just laughed at him.

"Miss Williams?"

I looked up to see Tyler in the doorway. His brown eyes were planted on Jeff, who had eaten the rest of my meal now. I motioned for him to come over and sit in the desk in front of me. While he moved, his eyes never left Jeff. I pulled my grade book out of my desk.

"Tyler, from what I see, you have to make at lest a 90 to pass my class." I said sadly.

"What?!?" He looked at me in shock. "A 90? How?"

"You have been goofing off in my class most of the year. Your whole mind, this year, was on the girls around you. I'm sorry, Tyler." I whispered to him.

"Is there something that I can do? Extra credit? Book reports? Something?" He asked. "Please, Miss Williams, I love football to much to have it lost to me because I was being stupid. Please." He was on his knees now.

I looked at Jeff and saw that he knew that same passion. For me and for wrestling. I shook my head and told Tyler to do a book report over the tales of Author and his Knights. He was so happy that he left my room yelling. Jeff smiled at me.

"What?" I asked at the strange look.

"You are truly amazing." He kissed my cheek, just as some of my class was coming in.

I heard catcalls that made me blush. I looked at Jeff and saw how red he was. I gave a nervous giggle. The students all started to ask Jeff and I questions. It was getting really loud.

"All right!" I yelled. Everyone got quiet. "Now, if you want to ask Jeff a question about wrestling, that's fine. But, no question about his personal life. Okay?"

For the rest of the day, it went like this. Jeff was the center. I was glad for that. When the last bell rang, all the kids left. Jeff and I were alone, well kind of.

Jeff was sitting on my desk, facing me in my chair. He leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"I love how you look."

I was wearing just a black skirt that went to my ankle with a slit all the way up to my knee. Black calf high boots showed off my leg. A black sleeveless shirt finished the out fit. My hair was pulled up into a ponytail.

"I love how you look." I whispered back in his.

His red T-shirt was pulled over his baggie black jeans. His blonde/multi-colored hair was back in a loose ponytail. A pair of black boot/shoes was on his feet. Truthfully, he looked sexy and comfortable.

This realization made me remember the talk that I had to have with him. I felt my chest tighten. My throat went dry and hurt. God! I was nervous. Jeff saw.

"What's wrong?" He asked with concern.

"I have to talk to you." I whispered. I don't know why.

"Well, I am here." He flung his arms out.

"Not, here. At home." I looked him in the eyes.

"Well, let's go home."

My hands shook as Jeff moved me to the red leather couch. He slid down on my right and pulled me to face him. I didn't know if I had the 'balls' to tell Jeff that I was scared of sex. That I was scared of the feelings that stirred in my with just a touch of his hand. But, I knew that I had to do it. It was very important.

"Jeff..." I sighed. I didn't think that I could go on.

"Storm, what is it?" He looked so worried.

I breathed in deep. "I am scared of the feelings you are stirring in me. I mean, just from you holding my hands, I get this tingle. This heat. I'm scared of it. I know it's what was felt before....well, you know.... and I am just so scared." I whispered all this out on that one breath.

Jeff looked at me. He seemed to be thinking about what I said. He grabbed my hands and held them. Whether it was for him, or me I didn't know. With a sigh coming from his chest, he began to speak.

"Storm, I'm not going to lie to you. I want to show you how much I love you. To hold you in my arms and began you pleasure, it's all I dream of. But, I know you are scared. You have a right to be. But, I won't push you. I want you to love me, not fear me. Storm, I love you and will wait forever and a day for you. Understand?" He raised his eyebrow to me.

I nodded my head and let him pull me into a hug. With my head on his shoulder, I felt his hands pat down my blonde hair. I breathed in his scent. It was amazing what he could do to me.

We sat there like that until Matt got home about an hour later. He just took one look at us and went into his room. When a high-pitched scream came from his room, I knew that he had found that I had cleaned his clothes. He came running out of his room, holding a pair of jeans in his hands. I pulled back from Jeff to see the happy look on Matt's face.

"Jeff," Matt sniffed his jeans. "They're clean. Smell." Matt held the jeans out to Jeff. The crotch of the jeans was about an inch from Jeff nose.

"No, I think I'll pass." He made a disgusted face and pulled back.

"Thank!" Matt pulled me into a hug. My body ached from the pain he was causing me. Over clean jeans?

"Matt, you're hurting me." I choked out of myself. He let me go.

"Sorry. Thanks." He ran back to his room, holding the jeans in the air. I sat back down next to Jeff.

"I made him so happy over them jeans." I sighed and looked at Jeff.

"You've made me happy, too."

With that said from him, he took my chin in his hand and pulled my lips to his. I gasped with the feeling of his tongue touch mine. Slowly, he played a game with in my mouth. He seemed to want to memorize all of my mouth. To retain my sweet tastes after he is gone. I moan from his tongue and slid mine to his mouth. I let his sweetness fill me until I have to breathe. I break from him and look deep into his eyes.

"That was truly great." He whispered to me. I smiled at him. "Come on and let's get un-packed and you tell me all about your week alone. Without me to hold you. Without me to kiss you. Without me to touch you."

"Well, I met the village male gigolo, who has an amazingly ... big..." I smiled at him. His face looked smugly at me. A half cocked smiled laid on his face.

"Really, I do now." He said.

"Asshole." I finished my statement.

With that being said, he chased me into my bedroom. When I was about to my bed, he pushed me onto it. I screamed a happy scream. His hands began to tickle me. He had my poor body pinned at the waist with his legs. It was weird looking, almost like he was riding a horse. I laughed harder until he finally gave up. He lay down with his face between my neck and shoulder. I had my hands in his. Moving up a little, he smiled at how we were. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly. I moaned. He moved his hands to my sides. Opening my mouth, he slid his tongue in to war with mine. I moved my hands up and down his back. With a groan, his left hand went to my breast. Shocked, I pulled away from him.

"Sorry, Storm. Damn!" He threw his hands into his sides.

I laid back and looked at him. I loved him. He loved me. He wouldn't hurt me. I could trust him with my life. So why was I scared to fuck the shit out of him? To screw his dye right out of his hair? God, I had to get this straight.

Jeff had stormed out of the house after that. Said something about needing to run. I didn't argue at all with him. I knew how he felt. How mixed he feels. He wants to make love to me but knows I'm scared. Personally, I won't mind him fucking my brains out but I don't think my mind will tack that too well. After awhile of sitting on my bed, I go look for Matt. I find him in his room, watching TV.

"Matt, can I talk to you?" I ask as I stand at the door way.

"Sure." He patted to the bed and turned the TV. off.

I walked over to him and sat down. Tears began to show in my eyes. Matt pulled me close to him. Holding on safely, but not like him Jeff holds me.

"Matt, I told Jeff that I was scared to have sex with him. He said that he could wait but then, we started to kiss. He touched my breast. I jumped. Then he ran off. Matt what am I going to do?" I cried.

"Storm, first, calm down. My brother will be fine. He has a hand; he can use it." A smiled came to my face. "Second, you have a right to be scared of sex, not making love. The only way to split the two is to make love to Jeff. Fuck him until his nosebleeds. Third, this is Jeff. He doesn't have all the crayons in the box. If you get what I mean. But, he loves you." He patted my head.

"What should I do, though?" I cried into his shoulder.

"When he comes through that living room door, jump his bones. If I know my brother he would argue. Now go. When he gets back I want to hear y'all screaming each others names." He pushed me off the bed and pointed to the door. I smiled at walked into the living room.

As I sat down on the couch, I thought about what Matt had said. I did need to just make love to Jeff. To do things to him he'll never believe. But, that's the hard part. Can I keep those images of my rapes out of my mind? Can I feel Jeff in me without feeling my attackers? Surely, I can, right?

When the front door opened and Jeff stepped into the room, I jumped off the couch. I flew at him like I haven't seen him in years. His sweaty body was pressed hard against mine. He had his shirt in his hands and his sweat pants were wet. The whole time that I was hugging him, he never hugged back. I let him go.

I looked into his sad eyes. He looked hurt and scared. Scared worse than I think I have ever been. Putting my hand on his cheek, I pulled his head to me. My lips almost touched his but he pulled away. My heart broke.

"Jeff, touch me." I whispered to him. He looked away.

"I can't. I'll hurt you again." His voice was small, like a child's.

"You've never hurt me." I whispered to him.

"Yes, I have." He looked me died in the eyes.

I saw how much he hurt from what had happened. All I wanted from his was his touch. My hands shook as I pulled my clothes off. Slowly, I pulled my shirt over my head. I pulled off my pants and panties. So, there I stood, full naked. His eyes drank me in.

"I love you Jeff. Make love to me." I whispered, moving to him.

He nodded and pulled me into his arms. Getting me into his arms cradle like, he took me into his room. He laid me on his bed. My eyes drank in his body as he pulled his pants and boxers off. His cock was large and thick from his horniness. My mouth dropped open. Through all my rapes, I never looked at the organ they stuck in me. Jeff's is the first and most beautiful.

He moved on to the bed and ran his tongue on the outside of my lips. I purred. My fingers entangled in his hair when I pulled his lips to mine. We formed our lips to each other. My lips were pushed apart as Jeff slid his tongue into my mouth. My hands held my hips as I pulled my body closer to his. Suddenly, he pulled away. I felt hurt.

"Did I do something wrong?" I ask. My voice was thick with the pain.

"No! No," he shook his head. "I am just going to let you touch me. I am letting you pleasure yourself. You are in control. Since, you have always been out of control. This is your time." He leaned back on the bed. He put his hands behind his head. "I ain't going to touch you."

I pulled myself up. My breast warmed his chest when I slowly straddled him. I moaned when his erect cock touched my wetness, without going in. I kissed his lips with passion that burned my lips. Our tongue tips first then entwined with each other's. I ran my hands down his chest. My nails buried at his nipples. I lightly pulled at them and watched as they got hard.

"I love you." I whispered in his ear, letting my lips touch his earlobe.

I kissed a tail to his right nipple. I locked eyes with his as I took it in to my mouth. My tongue ran a circle around the raised bud. A low growl came from Jeff's throat. This got me wetter.

I licked a line down to his cock. His hips rose up and tried to drive his cock into my mouth. I waved my finger at him.

"No, I'll do it my way." I smiled wickedly at him.

I placed small kisses around the base of his manliness. A beg for more came from Jeff. My tongue outlined his thickness, tasting Jeff Hardy. I grasped his cock in my right hand and pumped it gently. The pre-cum felt sticky against my fingers that circled the head every time my hand came to the tip. My mouth took him in. I tasted his pre-cum with my tongue. Up and down my head bobbed. My moved my head faster and faster, wanting Jeff to cum.

"That's good, Storm." He whispered with his hands still behind his head. "I'm going to cum."

I sucked harder on him. His body grew very tense as the hot, thick liquid released down into my mouth. Lightly rubbing his balls, I drank all of him.

"I want you in me." I whispered as I straddled him again.

I lowered myself down on his cock. I didn't start to pump yet. I just wanted to feel him in me.

"Please." He begged. I loved it.

I rocked myself to a slow beat. My hands held his shoulders to the bed. My head fell back with pleasure. I picked up my pace little by little. Jeff threw his head back into the bed.

"Storm, please." He begged me, throwing his hips up. His cock drove into me with force. I cried out in pleasure.

I rocked my hips faster into his cock. Sweat beaded off my body as I began to shake. I began to slam my body onto his. His cock tensed in me, letting me know that he is going to come. His hips bucked harder into me as I slammed down on to him with all I had. A wave of heat washed over me. My body shook and my cries were of Jeff's name. My nails dug into his shoulders. With a few final pumps of his cock, he came with force.

I rolled off of him and curled near him. He wrapped his arms around my body. Our hot, sweaty bodies pressed against each other's. Jeff ran a shaky hand through my wet, blonde hair.

"Wow." He said breathlessly.

"Yeah." I kissed his cheek. "Matt should write a book." I said with a laugh.

"You talked to Matt?" He raised an eyebrow. I nodded. "He should become a shrink." He laughed.

I laid my head between his shoulder and neck. Soon, sleep found Jeff and me. Sweet dreams filled my head. Not at all evil, or shameful.

"Well, I see that I was right."

I looked over to the bedroom door and there stood Matt with his arm around Amy. Jeff groaned and pulled my nude body farther under his.

"That's so cute." Amy squealed at me. I rolled my eyes and tried to push myself deep under Jeff.

"Do you guys mind? We're naked here." Jeff threw them a 'Get-the Fuck-Out' look. They left.

I lay in his arms. My finger rubbed his arms and shoulder. A few marks had shown up were I have dug them into his skin. I lightly kissed them. I purr of pleasure came from Jeff. He caught my lips in a breath-taking kiss. I ran my finger through his hair. My lips parted and my tongue slid into his mouth. It ran over his teeth and around his mouth. Wanting air, I broke the kiss.

"I need a shower." I whispered without breath.

Climbing out from under Jeff's warm, hot body, I grabbing his baggie 'Fear is only a four letter word' shirt and pulled it on. It fell to my knees. Good! I thought.

Walking to my room, I heard sound of sexual pleasure coming from Matt's room.

"Damn, Amy. I love those tongue rings." Matt's voice could be heard in the hallway. I giggled as I ran into my room.

I pulled some clothes out and into the bathroom. I turned on the shower to let the water come to a good warmth. With a quick movement, I pulled the shirt off. I slipped into the shower. The water flew over my curves. After a good shower, I got dressed and blow-dried my hair.

Jeff was in the living room, face beat red. I walked over to him. He drove his head into my neck and moaned.

"What?" I asked laughing.

"I just saw Matt...and Amy....sex....EEEWWWW!!!" I laughed at him.

"I heard Matt tell her that he loved her tongue rings." I looked at him. A giggle came over me.

"Oh God, I am phased for the rest of my life." He smiled at me. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"How about one of those 'You're in trouble Willow!' movies? I just love those." I smiled evilly at him.

"You did?" He cocked his head to the side. I nodded. "Damn you." He said in good humor.

"Will you be damned with me?" I cocked my head the same way he did.

"Hell, yeah! If you keep fucking me the way you did last time." He brought his lips to mine. It was a soft, sweet kiss. "But, I never got to play with you."

He moved his hand to my shorts. A chill went down my spin. His hand ran up my thigh and into my shorts. I felt his fingers go under my panties. I laid my head onto his shoulder. He slid two fingers into me. I moaned softly in Jeff's ear.

"How's it feel?" He asked me in a whisper.

"Good." I moaned to his lips.

He pumped his fingers in and out of me. I laid one hand on his knee and the other grabbed his hand. I raised my hips to him. His thumb rubbed my clit as he pumped harder into me.

"Give into me, Storm. Give into Jeff Hardy. Give into my fingers. Give into my heart."

And I did. With a hot wave of pleasure and passion, I came. Jeff kissed my lips softly before pulling his hand away from my clothes. He ran his tongue along his fingers. Tasting me. I kissed his neck.

What happens now? How do I act around Jeff? We've made love but what now? How do I act? How will Jeff treat me? I'll ask him later. I just want to have him hold me and touch me.

We sat there for awhile, not really doing anything. Jeff rubbed my back with his right hand and held my head to his shoulder with his left. I had my arms around his neck and kept my eyes closed. Matt came into the living room and smiled at us, knowing. Jeff glared at Matt, then flipped him off. Matt just laughed and left the house.

"Storm?" Jeff whispered into my ear.

"Huh?" I murmured.

"We need to talk." He pulled me up and held my shoulders. "About us. You know what we have done. How we made love to each other, but I want you to know that I love you and will never ever forget this." He kissed my cheek.

"What now? I mean, how do I act around you? I've never made love to anyone, until you, and I don't know what to do." I look into his green eyes. My brown eyes reflected in his.

"We act the same. We are Jeff and Storm, nothing more-nothing less. Even if we never make love again for years, I will be happy with what we did today. You don't have to do it every night to please me. I am pleased. Pleased that you are here in my arms. You are my butterfly in the storm." He pulls me to him.

I laid my head back on his shoulder. The thoughts of what he said fly through me. He is pleased with just me, Storm. I don't have to be under his control to make him happy. But, the storm isn't over yet. I can feel it.

"Jeff, the storm isn't over yet, is it?" I asked in my full voice.

"No, I can feel it to. It's not." He patted my hair. "Wanna watch a movie now, but I get another urge to throw your shorts off and lick your core." He raised his eyebrow. I laughed and nodded at how dirty minded he can be at times.

"How about 'House on Haunted Hill'?" I asked.

"Yeah, that way I can hold you during the scary parts."

Jeff didn't know, but I've seen this movie millions of times. It doesn't scary me any more; although, I am not going to tell him that. I'll just act scared and be curled up in his strong arms. I am not stupid enough to pass up that chance!

The movie started and Jeff pulled me into his lap. I leaned my back to his built chest; my head lay with his, cheek to cheek. When Blackburn fingered that dead chick, Jeff got an idea. He pulled his hands to the front of my pants, where my crotch would be. His hand rubbed up and down my jeans, trying madly to make me flinch. His little plan didn't work. I just watched until the end of the movie. At the end, I turned around and saw how shocked Jeff was that I hadn't reacted to his touching/play game.

"You wanna be slick, mister. Well, two can play this game." I straddled him.

I ran my hands down his torso and watched as his nipples got hard. I laughed evilly in his face. He hands moved from my hips to my breasts, cupping them and circling the spot where my nipples would be. My hands moved to his bulging pants, were I rubbed his erect dick. I moaned and threw my head back.

"God, how you affect me." He whispered into my neck. I just laugh evilly again.

"We need to stop this game, Jeff." I whispered into his ear, slowly touching it.

"You are evil, but okay." He dropped his hands from my breasts. I pulled my hands from his bulge to his shoulders.
"Hey, do you want to go to a party with Matt and I?"

"Sure." I said but fear came over me. Jeff noticed it in my eyes.

"If you don't want to go, we won't go." He rubbed my back in circles.

"No, I will go and so will you." I said sternly.

I got off of Jeff and went into my room to look for something to wear to the party. Searching through my clothes, I found a pair of black leather pants and a hot pink tub-top. My hand worked my clothes off my body so I could change. A noise at my bedroom door stopped me from pulling my black thong on. I turned to find Jeff standing there, with a sexy smile on his face.

"You want me, big boy." I asked in a seductive tone.

"I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world." I whispered as he shut the door behind him.

He seemed to move in slow motion. I pulled myself onto the bed, letting my back feel the covers. I smile wickedly at him as he ran a warm hand over my right thigh, to my hip, to my stomach, my shoulder, before finally falling on my neck.

"God, I just wanna...." He growled at me.

Smiling wickedly at him, I asked: "You wanna what? Tell me Jeff. Tell me how you wanna fuck me."

"I wanna do things to you that would never be believed." He whispered.

He pulled me up into a bruising kiss. My breath was caught in me, and I could only hold my arms around his neck to keep me from passing out. He pulled away from me quickly.

"Have you ever been licked? Licked into passionate screams?" He asked seductively. I shook my head no. "Good."

He sucked my right nipple into his mouth and ran his hot tongue over the out side, tasting. I entwined my hands in his hair to push his mouth farther on to me. A moan exited my lips that drove him farther into the throws of passion.

"How you'll love it." He whispered in a heated voice.

Pulling him self so that his head is between my thighs, he looks up at me. I look back at he eyes, the sexual need shows so clearly. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and pushed them up a little.

"Watch me, Storm. Watch the pleasure that I give you." I whispered with so much feeling that it could hurt your heart.

I pulled myself up on my elbows to get the picture of what is waiting for me. My eyes are half closed when he lowers his head to my wet opening. His hot, wet tongue pushed my lips apart, making me moan. That tongue of his worked some magic on me. I watched in amazed breaths at how good it felt. His tongue moved up and down my clit, tasting how sweet and wet I had become from his.

"Damnit, Jeff.....That's good." I moaned, still looking at his tongue moving my clit in different ways.

His eyes lock on mine. A gasp comes from my like the wave of heat that comes with it. He and I knew what was coming soon. Jeff stopped and looked up at me fully.

"Do you want more?" I grinned evilly at me.

"Fuck me, Jeff." I said in a flat voice that sent a very visible shiver over Jeff.

He lowered his head back down and began the magical licking again. He drank what was coming from me. Again, I felt a shake of my body and sweat was forming on me. I tried to keep the feeling under a hold, but Jeff could feel it too.

"Let me drink from you, Storm. Cum for me. Let me hear that moan of yours."

That did it! A few more flicks of his tongue and I went over the deep end. I gripped in covers in two tight fists and came with a cry. My body fell onto the bed in a sweaty, out of breath mess. I saw Jeff unzip his pants and pull out the erect organ.

"Do it." I begged in a whimper.

He ran the tip over my opening, toying with me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I make him laugh at his game that he is playing with me.

"Please....Jeff....Get the hell in me." I whispered in such passion that it shocked him and me.

He slid his hardness in me. The pumping began right away but it was slow and easy. My hips rose off the bed from each passionate thrust. But, I wanted more.

"Harder, Jeff." I moaned at him.

He stopped for a moment, making my look at him. A smile of pure cockiness sat on his face. He braced himself with my hips; a sudden slam of his hips made me cry out in pain and pleasure. I grabbed on to his arms as his slams became more forceful and pleasurable. Grunts sounded as Jeff slammed his large hardness into me. I pushed my head down in the bed while my hips thrusted upward in the slams.

"Oh.....God.....Jeff!" I screamed as I came over him. His thrust never stopped.

I watched as he thrusted himself deeper into me, even after I came. His release came in full blast, surprising me. I cry to the lord again after that. Pulling at him, I make Jeff fall on top of me.

"Damn you, now I have to take another shower." I smiled at him.

"Can I join you?" He said in a seductive, sexual yet breathless tone that made my heart jump.

"Hell Yeah!"

He laughed at me and pulled me up off the bed. My eyes wonder over his clothed body, with his semi-hard cock still hanging out. Jeff put his dick back into his pants and pulled me to him. A growl came from his thoat.

"Let me grab my clothes. Jeez, and you called Matt a horn dog." I laughed at him.

Grabbing my clothes that I would wear for the party, Jeff pulled me out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

Well, after a very pleasurable shower, I was dressed and waiting on Matt and Jeff in the living room. Those two took longer to get ready than me, and I'm a female. Matt was the first one to get finished so he came and sat down next to me.

"So you took my advice didn't you?" He looked at me very smugly.

"Maybe." I said with that same smug like tone and smiled that he was giving me. "Who all's going to be at this party?"

"Um.....Adam, Jay, Shannon, Shane, Amy, and a few others. Mainly, people that are in wrestling." He threw his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close so he could whisper in my ear. "Jeff loves you, you know? Don't do anything to hurt that."

"I won't." I whispered back at him.

Jeff came in and announced that he was perfect so we could go. Matt took his truck while Jeff and I took his car. On the way, we have that 'music' argument that we always have in that car.

"But, I don't want to listen to Marilyn Manson. My ears will bleed. Can we please listen to something else? Maybe, Shania?" I begged as I held his right arm.

A sigh came from him and he said in a tired voice: "You better be glad that I love you so much. Other wise, I would pull over right now and throw you out of my car."

I smile up at him before I grab his CD's and change them. Shania came on singing 'Man, I feel like a woman'. I sung along with her until we pulled into a small driveway. A small but roomy looking house had music and laughter coming from the inside. I looked at Jeff, fearfully.

"It'll be fine." He grabbed my hand and kissed my fingers. "Come on."

"But, Jeff, I am getting a weird feeling from this. Something's going to happen." I said with a very shaking voice.

"Do you trust me?" He eyes stared into mine with innocence and questions. I nodded my head but that didn't stop my fears. "I won't let anything happen to you."

With that, He climbed out of the car. I was on his heels as we approached the door. Jeff pulled me close as he knocked on the door. A small looking dude answered, a beer was in his hand.

"Hey Jeff!" The guys pulled the door opened and moved for my and Jeff to go in.

People were all over the place. Some drunk and others getting there, but most were making out with each other. I turned my head into Jeff arms, trying to block out the urge to throw up.

"Hey Shannon! How have you been, man?" Jeff asked the short blonde with brown hair mixed in.

"Fine, and from the looks of the pretty but shy blonde on your arm, you're doing fine yourself." Shannon smiled big at me. I turned bright red.

"Yeah, Storm this is one of my best friends Shannon. Shannon this is my girlfriend Storm."

Shannon stuck his out for me to shake, and I did but nervously. Shannon noticed and gave Jeff a weird look. Jeff patted my head, moving us to the make bar in the kitchen. We had to step over pass outs and make outs on the way. When we got there, Jeff turned to me and smiled.

"What are your tastes?" He asked pulling out different beers and liquids to make drinks.

"I've never drank before so I don't know what to try." I said in all innocence. Jeff raised an eyebrow at me.

"Really?"

"Yeah, duh Jeff. I'm only 19. I ain't done a lot of things yet." I smiled at him, hoping that he would pick the drink.

"Okay, so I'll make you a strawberry daiquiri. How about that?" He leaned down to my face, my nose barely touched his.

"Sure." I shrugged my shoulders and kissed him quickly.

"You go find Matt and drag him off of Amy long enough to drink with us, okay?" I nodded and walked back into the living room.

A few more guest had arrived but I looked for Matt, not finding him. Seeing Shannon on the couch talking to a guy with short black hair and deep set eyes, I walked over to him. He smiled at me as I stopped in front of him.

"Shannon, have you seen Matt?" I asked him in my shy, quiet voice.

"Sure, his out side, by the pool. Storm, I'd like you to meet Scott Daniel's. He's wrestled with Jeff and Matt and me for years." I pointed to the built handsome guy.

"Hello." I said as I went on my way to find Matt.

Sure enough, I found him out on the back porch, groping Amy. I hide my laughter with my hand. A bench was empty by the pool so I went and sat down on it. The breeze picked up, blowing my hair away from my face. Jumping when a pair of hands touched my shoulders, I turned to see that Scott guy. A wicked grin on his face.

"Hey Storm. Do you wanna add some lightening to that rain?" He asked moving his hands down to my chest.

I slapped his hands and tried to get up but he pushed me back down again. My body began to shake from fear. I prayed that Jeff would come out and save me. Scott jumped over the bench to sit next to me. His large arms pulled me close to his all to hot body. I wormed and pushed but with no luck of getting away.

"Get off me!" I screamed in his face, slapping that smart ass grin off his face.

He grabbed the back of my head roughly and pulled me into a hard kiss. I pushed against his chest, but nothing worked. His tongue tried to move between my lips. Biting hard on his wet tongue, I jumped up when he let me go. He moaned in pain. Just then, I saw Jeff standing in front of me. Hurt and anger gripped at him. Matt, Amy, and Shannon were behind him, shock written on their faces.

"Jeff-" I started but was cut off by Scott.

"Hey Jeff, your girlfriend can kiss! Damn!"

That was the wrong thing to say. Jeff jumped at him, causing Scott to fall off the bench. Jeff punch and kicked at Scott until Matt and Shannon could pull him off. I was too scared to yell for it to stop. Jeff breathed in and out very deeply, trying to control his anger. I tried to pull him into a hug but he pushed me away.

"Storm," His voice was trembling and harsh. "How could you? I loved you. I was there for you. And this..." He pointed at Scott, who was still on the ground. "You go off and drive your tongue down another guys throat. A guy who can't love you as much as I do. Why!?! Damn you! Why?"

"Jeff, it's not what you think!" I began with tears falling off my cheeks.

"Whatever Storm! Don't even fucking talk to me! Stay the hell away!" He yelled into my face.

Turning on his heels, he walked out of my life. I looked at Matt and the others who had come over to watch. They all looked at me like I had done something wrong. Shaking like a mad woman from the tears, I pushed past everyone, running from what was my life.

I didn't stop to look at anyone. I just ran out of the house and down the street. I walked for hours by myself, searching for what was an un answerable question. Some how, I had made it to my old house. I walked in and fell on to the couch and cried my heart out.

This was wrong and unfair. Jeff had the wrong idea. I wasn't kissing Scott. He was trying to kiss me. How am I going to tell Jeff? Is he ever going to believe me? How am I going to live without him?

Over the next two days, I think that I went mad. I only drank and ate enough to keep myself alive. My brown eyes looked died and out of place. Dark purple circles were under my eyes from lack of sleep. My blonde hair was wild and out of control. My skin was pale and cracked from the lack of moister of my body. I often spent most of my time in the back bedroom corner, shaking from my madness.

Matt had called a few times, but I never answered. I would often look at the phone like it was a new thing. My boss called too, but like Matt, I never answered. I blocked myself off from the whole. No one to talk to me. No one to hurt my heart like it was hurt now.

It's about four in the afternoon. I done forgot what day it was by now. I guess this was my third or fourth day of being mad. I sat in my corner, my knees up to my chin. From the lack of proper sleep and food, my mind began to play tricks.

I saw my life like it was before. I heard a door burst open and my name being called. I began to shake, just knowing it was bad. A long knife laid to my right. Picking it up, I placed it over my wrists.

"I'll kill myself before he can touch me again." I muttered to myself.

The footsteps got louder and louder as they moved down the hallway. Driving the knife into my flesh, I screamed from the pain that came. The footsteps ran down the hall way now, screaming at me to come to them. My eyes watched the blood drip to the floor.

"Storm?"

I look up and see Jeff in the doorframe. This, him-his face, snapped me out of my madness. I realized that the knife was still in my hand and that I was bleeding all over the place. I screamed from the shock. Suddenly, I felt so sleepy and drained. Jeff rushed to me, pulling me up into his arms.

"Matt! Dad!" He yelled, holding me closer to him. "I should've never yelled at you. I am such an asshole."

My head bobbed from the drowsiness that is calling me. Jeff put his palm on my cheek and rubbed it to keep my awake.

"Don't fall asleep now." He whispered in a tearful voice.

I heard people come into the room. Someone cursed and said something about the hospital. I couldn't make out what was said or done because I soon met darkness.

I had a dream in the darkness that came around me.

I was sitting on a rock, by a river. The water was clear and perfect looking. A man was drawing me, sitting on that rock. I know he was doing it and sat so still. A noise from my right drew my eyes to it. A little boy was running to me, crying his eyes out.

"Mommy!" His little voice whimpered as I pulled him into a hug.

I held him close to me. The man walked over to us and pulled us to him. I looked up into his green eyes. Jeff's green eyes. He took my hand and kissed it gently.

I heard him say: "I'm sorry, Storm. God, am I sorry. I should've listened to you and not yelled. I love you. Please, don't leave me."

Tears fell on to my hands. They felt so real, like someone was really crying over me. I moaned an answer to that voice.

"Storm?" I heard.

I was waking up from my dream. Pain moved through my wrist and body. I groaned in that hurting. Opening my eyes, I saw Jeff holding my unhurt left hand. Matt and Amy was standing at the foot of my bed. Gil was in a chair to my right.

"Oh my God, you're okay." Jeff leaned over and hugged my close to him. "Don't scare me like that ever again."

I pulled from him. "Don't leave me ever again."

Gil stood up and motioned for Matt and Amy to leave the room. After the door shut after them, Jeff stood up.

"Why did you try to kill yourself?" His voice was soft.

"After you yelled at me, I walked and ran all the way home. I blocked myself off to everyone and everything. Soon, I think I went mad. I would keep myself in that corner, shaking from fear. When you came in the house, I thought back to my past. I thought that I was going to be rapped again so I cut myself, hoping that I would die before I got hurt again." The tears burst forward. Jeff sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me into a hug.

"Storm, I am so glad that your boss and Matt got worried about you and that Shannon found out the truth." He whispered in my ear. He held me closer to his warm body.

"How'd Shannon find out?" I asked, holding my head on his shoulder.

"Scott told him the truth. Shannon then told me. Storm, I'm sorry. I should've listened to you, but I had to be a jackass." He whispered again, letting some tears fall from his eyes. "I hurt you...when I said that I never would."

I held him closer to my body, hoping that he would calm down. When the doctor came in, we broke apart.

"Miss Williams, how are you?" The short, round, and gray haired doctor asked.

"Fine. I'm a little cold but fine." I answered.

"Well, you lost a lot of blood. And since you appear to be suffering from lack of sleep and food, your body will need sometime to get better. Now, you can go home but someone has to be with you at all times. You must sleep, eat, and take some pills that I will give you."

I watched the doctor write something down on paper before giving it to Jeff. Then, the doctor left. Jeff's eyebrow raised off his head as he read the pills.

"Five damn pills! Storm, never try this shit again. I don't think my wallet will take it." He looked so serious at me. I couldn't hold back my laughter. He broke into a smile.

"Let's get my home." I said as I pulled myself up.

All the way home, I never spoke to Jeff. I let it sink into my head what had really happened, about the miss trust of Jeff and the pain that he caused me and also how much that I really loved that man. Even if we had our bumps, some bigger than others, I still loved him and felt... I don't know...safe in his arms.

When Jeff pulled into his driveway, he came around to my side of the car and tried to help me out, but I jerked away from him. A weird but sad look crossed his face before he looked down at the ground. I held back the tears as I walked into the house that was quiet and lonely.

Before we left the hospital, Gil told Matt to chill at Amy's a few days to give me and Jeff time to talk and work out so things. I was glad he did because now I really needed to talk to Jeff.

I walked back into Jeff's room and laid down on the bed. After a few moments, the sound of feet and movement filled the room. Then the bed move to the weight of Jeff's body as he laid down with me. When his arm tried to wrap around me, I pushed him away and fell asleep.

I had that dream again but it was a little different.

Jeff was sitting behind me, holding my body close to his for warmth. My head leaned against his shoulder as his hands stroked my arms lazily. He placed small kisses here and there on my neck.

"I still can't believe that I'm going to be a dad." He whispered into my ear, letting his lips lightly touch.

"I know." I whispered back before kissing him with such passion that my breath was caught in me.



A phone ringing jumped me from my dream. I heard Jeff groan and turn to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" He said in a sleepy voice. "Hey Shannon." I felt him pull himself upright. "She's fine, but I think she's a little pissed at me.---That's why I ain't dating you, Shannon. Anyway, I don't want her pissed at me anymore. What can I do to make her not mad at me.---Shannon, I've told her I don't know how many times how much I love her.---Well, how do I show her?---I'll try but I don't know. She wouldn't let me touch her when I tried to help her out of the car or when I came in here to sleep with her.---No! Not sex, dumb ass, I mean eyes closed dreaming of sex, don't doing.---Okay, see ya." He hung up with a sigh.

For awhile after that phone call, I felt Jeff's eyes peering at me for what seemed like hours. Finally, he got up and walked out of the room. I rolled over and stared at the wall, my back to the door. I sobbed because I wasn't pissed at Jeff, really. I was more mad at myself for letting my past haunt me now. It has made me push my love, my heart away and I can't stand it. I loved Jeff with everything that I had, but now....I don't know....my past haunts.

I push myself out of bed, knowing what I had to do to break this hurt. I walk straight into the living room, where Jeff is sitting on the couch drawing in that pad of his. His eyes looked up at my sadly, tears shined in them. I walked over to him and pulled the drawing pad from his hands.

It was of me, the picture. I was naked, lying on his bed. The moonlight shined through the window, giving me a goddess type of look.

I dropped the drawing and looked at Jeff. His eyes were low; they couldn't meet mine. I touched his cheek causing him to look at my eyes. I passed to him all the things that I needed to say. Slowly, I put my lips on his and kissed him. It was so soft and caring that it put tears in my eyes and I had to pull away.

"What?" Jeff asked pulling me closer to his warm body.

"I love you so much.....I'm not pissed at you...Jeff." I chock out of my mouth, sobbing on his shoulder.

He held me to him as tears fell from his eyes. We stood there for a while, just crying over each other. I didn't want to let go of him but my body was letting me know that it needed food. Jeff laughed at how loud her tummy called.

"Well, I guess you need food." He laughed out, holding his sides. I playfully slapped at him.

"Shut-up and cook me something, slave." I said in a bossy tone. He held up his hands.

"Yes, ma'am." He hopped off to the kitchen.

I threw myself onto the couch and flipped through the channels. Nothing was on but WCW so I stopped and watch for a while. My laughter made Jeff come into the living room, a confused look on his face. I pointed to Shannon dancing in 3 Count. He burst out laughing too and fell on the couch next to me. I stopped laughing and looked at him.

"Jeff?"

His laughter slowed down a bit before he answered. "Yeah?"

"I love you with all I have. I just wanted to know if you would marry me?" I asked.

He looked at me in shock, like I had said something out of nowhere, which maybe I did. Quickly becoming uncomfortable about his look and silence, I move off the couch to go into the kitchen. A sandwich and a glass of water sat on the kitchen table waiting for me. I sat down and began to eat.

As I ate, I thought about what I said to Jeff. It was all true and I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. I wanted to be his and only his, for the rest of my life.

Jeff walked into the kitchen and snapped me out of my daze by pulling me up out of the chair to kiss me. His tongue out line my bottom lip, begging for me to let him in. I parted my lips for his tongue to touch mine. A growl came from his lips as he pulled me closer to deepen the kiss. My arms went limp around his neck causing me to pull back, breathless.

"Yes." He whispered into my ear.

I shouted because I was so happy. Jeff was going to be mine. ALL MINE!

"Oh God, How are we going to tell everyone?" I asked.

"Let's get you a ring first, then tell everyone." He said with a wicked smile.

"What do you have planed?" I cocked my head to the side.

"I've been saving up for awhile to by you a ring so I could ask you. But since, you jumped the gun on me, I figured why not go out with me and pick your ring." He shrugged his strong shoulders.

I smiled at him with heated thoughts. "First, let's go play."

He raised his eyebrows at me. "You sure?"

I nodded my head at him. Quickly pulling me, we went into his room.

As soon as our fun game of 'Who's going to cum first' (Which Jeff lost just so you know), we headed off to find me a ring. On the way there, we get into the 'music' fight.

"Jeff, no more, Damnit." I stated about the shit he's listening to.

"Storm, it's better than 'If I didn't Fuck Up' shit that you listen to." He glared at the rode ahead.

I noted how good he looks when his pissed. His green eyes narrowed and his nose all smashed up in his face. I smiled at the thought that crossed my mind. I climbed over to him and put my hand on his chest. Leaning to his ear, I whispered what I would like to do to his body right now.

"Here?" He looked at me a little shocked, while a hell of a lot in shock. "People could see."

I smiled at him. "Not with how dark you have these windows."

I kissed his neck, lapping my tongue as I kiss a trail to the top of his half-buttoned black shirt. A low moan came from his beautiful lips. My hand moved to his tight jeans and rubbed at the small bulge that is appearing.

"God, Storm. I have to pull over." He whispered at me as he grabbed my hand.

"Why?" I smiled wickedly at him.

"If I don't, I'll crash as you suck on me." He smiled at me as he found a back round to pull onto.

I continued to him as we moved down the road. Soon after a few minutes it turns to a dirt path that leads to nowhere. Jeff stopped the car and threw me into the back seat. I cried out in shock from how forceful he was.

"All right, girlie. You want to play rough." He growled at me. I smiled at him.

I pulled my purple tub-top off and threw it up front. A gasp left me when he locked his mouth onto my right nipple. My finger entwined into his hair, holding him close to me. My back arched off the seat to his warm tongue.

"Oh God." I moaned to him.

"You're going to see God." Jeff murmured sexily at me.

I giggled at him when he couldn't pull my leather pants off.

"Where is the damn zipper?" He muttered in a harsh voice.

"Right here."

I pulled at the zipper that was on my hip. Raising up so he could pull the pants off, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled me up and licked my lips. I whimpered for him to kiss me, which he did. I opened my mouth for our tongues to mate as we will soon enough. I moaned when Jeff pulled my black thong off.

Thinking the it was unfair for me to be naked and not him, I pulled off his shirt and jeans. I moved my hand down into his boxers and find his erect cock. My fingers pump it with ease and care, letting moans of pleasure come from Jeff and me.

"Lean back." I whispered to Jeff.

He leaned his back up against the backseat as I bent over to take him in my mouth. My tongue slid over his throbbing cock, tasting the pre-cum. Jeff's fingers tangled into my hair pushing me to his spots. I began to stroke him as I suckled on his sexual organ.

"Oh God, Storm. Yeah.....I'm going to cum baby." He whimpers out to me.

This makes me suck harder and faster. I wanted to taste him, Jeff Hardy. My head bobbed faster and harder on him, wanting him. With a groan, he came in my mouth. I rubbed his balls as I drank all that he had in him.

"Put me in you." He whispered to me.

I pulled onto his body, making sure that I slid down onto his cock. He grabbed my hips and jabbed into me with force. A moan comes from me.

"Harder." I whimpered to his ear.

He slid almost out of me before snapping his hips, forcing his cock into me. My nails dig into his shoulders from the pleasure that comes over me. He pumped his cock harder in my pussy while playing with my clit with his hand. I bucked my hips into him as a tingling felling passes over me.

"I'm...going to...cum." I murmured to him.

"Do it." He murmured back.

I screamed out his name as I shook and tensed up. He threw his head back as his seed shots up into me. I leaned my head down on his shoulder to ease my breathing.

"Let's get you that ring before we are distracted again." Jeff patted my hair. I kissed his shoulder before grabbing my clothes so we can leave.

We finally made it to the mall without anymore problems. Walking through the mall, I thought about telling Jeff that we needed to cool off on our little 'games' until the wedding night, that way it would be meaningful. Jeff held my hand as we walked into the jewelry store. A few people were in there and two of them looked like....

"Amy?" I asked in confusion.

"Matt?" Jeff asked in the same confused tone that mine was in.

Matt and Amy turned around to look at who had said their names. When they saw us, they both blushed in a bright red. I gave Amy a questioning look that made her nod to the engagement rings. I laughed and jumped into a huge hug from her.

"Me too." I whispered into her ear.

Matt and Jeff shook hands but looked at me and Amy still hugging. I pulled from Amy so we could look at the rings together.

"Why don't y'all look and we'll come back later? Almost like a surprise, eh?" Matt said as he looked at Amy then at me.

I nodded and turned back to the rings. When I was sure that Matt and Jeff were gone, I looked at Amy and asked her a question.

"Amy, I wanna tell Jeff that we should chill on our sexual 'games' until our wedding night. Do you think he'll mind?"

She looked at me with all honesty in her hazel eyes. "No, I don't think he will. I mean, me and Matt are stopping for that too."

"But it's going to be so hard. Me and Jeff are like sex robots or something. I mean, every time we turn around it's 'I'm ready to fuck your brains out now'. " I said as I looked down at a pretty ring.

"I know, I'm going to miss having Matt spank me but damn it, I want it on our wedding night." She looked at the same ring that I had my eyes on. "That is perfect for you."

"I know." I grinned evilly at her. "Jeff would have to pay a pretty penny for this ring."

"What about this one for me?" She was pointing to the ring near mine that had the same style but different colored band. I nodded at her.

After getting our rings, we head out to the food court to get some ice cream. We sat down at a table and looked at our rings. Mine was a diamond in the shape of a heart with a gold flower moving across the middle of it. The gold band had words under it: "Butterfly in the storm" Amy's looked just like mine but hers was silver, so we could tell them apart.

"Hello, Ladies." Jeff said, trying to sound like Val Venis.

I laughed at him as he sat down on my right. He put his arm around me and pulled me into a steamy kiss. Pulling back, I saw Matt and Amy doing the same.

"So did y'all find the rings?" Matt asked as he stole a sip of Amy's strawberry milk shake. She smacked his hands before taking her drink back.

"Yeah, you'll be getting the bill in the mail but I must warn you, you'll have to pay a pretty penny." I looked at Jeff who was drinking my peanut butter shake.

"You're going to make me go broke woman." Jeff acted like he couldn't pay for the ring. I knew he could.

"Anyway, Jeff...um...you wanna go home now. I'm kind of tired from all this and need some sleep."

My body was getting better from my madness but still needed some time to heal. Jeff nodded and helped me up from my seat. After I slid into the car, I fell asleep on his shoulder. When we arrived home, Jeff shook me awake but had to help me to the house.

"You wanna sleep in my room?" He asked me as we walked down the hallway. I mumbled something that even I didn't know what it was. "Okay." He laughed out.

He opened his bedroom down and carried me to the bed where he laid me down. Kissing my forehead, he left me to sleep.

I slept very soundly until I heard this :

"So she asked you." Matt said.

"Yeah, Just like..."Marry me?" I was taken aback by it." Jeff said in an innocent voice.

"Okay, well, now we have to be good boys. We don't want them to take our manhood." Matt laughed out loud.

At this I got up and walked into the living room. Jeff patted his lap for me to sit on it. Amy was sitting on Matt's with her head laying on his shoulder. I sat down on Jeff's lap and kissed his forehead.

"We are a family." Jeff said with a smug look on his face.

"We were always a family, Jeff. Just now, it's legal." I smiled at him.

True we were a family now and forever.

This is were I tell you about the after stuff, right? Well, Jeff and I did hold out until our wedding night but I thought Jeff was going to rip me apart that night. Although, I am not complaining in the lest, it was good! Any way...

Amy and Matt had a little boy, Tyler James Hardy, a year after they married. They now live half a mile away from me and Jeff. Amy left wrestling so she could be a good mom but Matt still wrestled. Amy now works for "WWF Magazine" and "WWF.COM" so she is still in there. Two years after Tyler, Emily Marie Hardy was born to them.

Now for me and Jeff. Jeff still wrestles but isn't as dangerous because of our son, Brett Michael Hardy, who was born a year after Tyler. I still teach and am writing books that have become best sellers.

You know, All I ever wanted was a family, and now I have one. It's amazing how one little drawing brought people together who love each other. That is why I love destiny. It works in weird ways.