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Fireworks (14/?) - note rating change!

Features: Undertaker (Mark Calaway) and Jeff Hardy in an . . . unexpected supporting role -facepalm-
Rating: NC17 for language and explicit sexual situations

Usual disclaimer - own nothing but my original characters, all the other people own themselves, WWE owns the trademark names, I'm doing this to exercise my creativity and for the sheer pleasure of writing. Ask my therapist!

Thanks so much for the feedback so far - so glad to know people are enjoying the story!  And you are just going to have to keep trusting me!  Things will all work out in the end . . . -winks-



By the time the show was due to start, things seemed to have returned to normal. Bob was running the board, so that Harley could get a jump on tomorrow's set build by doing some pre-assembly of the pyros needed. She worked in the loading dock, her headset on so she could keep tabs on what was happening with the show. By the time the show was over, she was packing the pyros into one of the trucks where they would be locked overnight.

She stretched, wincing a little at the soreness as her new tattoo pulled. Pulling off her headset, she made her way backstage again, looking for Bob. He had the crew gathered, going over plans for tonight's set breakdown, and she leaned against a trunk as she listened. To her surprise, he tasked the other pyro techs with breaking down the used shells. After the briefing, he beckoned her over, leading her to a quiet corner.

"Okay, now I want your side of the story. What's really going on between you and Jeff to have set Burchill off?"

Harley took a deep breath. "A bunch of us went clubbing last night. Crew and roster. Hell, even Mark was there. Jeff and I had a few drinks, danced . . . and ended up going back to the hotel together after most of the others left. Guess there was someone still there to notice." She gave a little shrug.


She looked at him, her heart sinking. "Is this where you tell me I'm fired?"

Bob looked surprised. "Fired?"

"For breaking the rule about not getting involved with the talent."

"Harley, there's no rule about that here!"

"Yeah, but you know what's happened to me in the past when I've gotten involved with the talent."

"Look, this business is tough on folks - we're travelling five days out of seven some weeks, the only people we see are other crew and the roster. People get involved with each other, and I'm not gonna stand in the way of that, unless it starts to interfere with the work," Bob said gently.

Harley raised her eyebrows. "And what happened tonight did that, Bob!"

He waved a hand at her. "Burchill was an accident waiting to happen, Harley. He's been pissing people off left, right and centre with his attitude. And he was the cause of tonight's fuss, not your relationship with Jeff," he raised a hand to forestall her protests, "whatever that relationship might be."

She scratched her head. "So, you're not firing me?"

"Hell no! I just wanted to hear your side of the story without Mark and Jeff around."

Giving a sigh of relief, Harley smiled at him. "Thanks, Bob. And for what it's worth, I am sorry things happened tonight the way they did. Absolutely not something I foresaw as a consequence of last night."

Bob chuckled. "Think nothing of it. We've seen it all around here. Wouldn't be the first time there was a blow up over a relationship, or someone's wife came storming into a venue to complain about her philandering other half, Harley. And my take on that has always been, live and let live. But you'll be pleased to know neither Jeff nor Mark has a wife stashed somewhere who'll come gunning for you."

She shook her head with a laugh. "I'd already figured that about Jeff. As for Mark, wouldn't make any difference to me if he did - don't believe everything you hear, Bob. Mark and I are definitely not an item, of any kind!"

Bob just grinned, and she ran her hands through her hair, relieved that things were out in the open, and that her job wasn't on the line.

"So, what do you want me doing tonight?" she asked.

"Nothing. Go back to the hotel and get a good night's sleep. The junior crew can handle set breakdown tonight, and you can come in with the rest of the senior crew first thing tomorrow and get the build started."

She looked puzzled. "You sure? I can lend a hand with the set breakdown."

Bob looked at her levelly. "You've been pitching in all over, and I've appreciated it. No better way to learn how things work around here. But I'm paying you for your expertise, and I can best use that in a set build, after you've gotten a decent night's sleep."

"Is this because I took a nap this afternoon?"

"No, it's because I've been watching you burn the candle at both ends for months now. You don't need to prove yourself to me, Harley - I know how hard you work, and the hours you put in off the clock on new stuff for the guys. It's time you started enjoying the perks that go with your experience, one of which is most definitely no more all-nighters doing grunt work."

"You sure, Bob?"

"Hell yes, I'm sure. Go back to the hotel. Take a bubble bath, or whatever you women do to relax. Work on getting rid of those dark circles under your eyes. I'll see you in the morning, and not before. Do I make myself clear?" He looked at her sternly, but there was a hint of a smile.

She couldn't help her own smile. "Crystal. Thanks Bob - I'll see you in the morning."

He nodded, and headed for his office. She stood where she was for a moment, a bit thrown by this new development. Finally she nodded to herself and lifted the headset from around her neck and took it and her workbelt to one of the trucks, before heading for the exit where the hotel shuttle was doing pickups.

Jeff was coming down the hallway from the locker room. The trainers had insisted on examining his hand after his match to make sure it hadn't been further injured, and so he'd been late getting a shower and changing, despite his early match. He smiled when he saw Harley, coming up beside her.

"Hey. What are you doing out here?"

She smiled at him. "Apparently, I have the night off."

" 'Cause of what happened earlier?" he asked, brushing the backs of his fingers against her cheek.

She shook her head. "No. Bob is pulling rank on me, kinda. Says I'm not needed for grunt work, and all but ordered me to start relaxing at night."

"And this is a bad thing?" Jeff chuckled.

Looking at him with a puzzled expression, she shrugged helplessly. "Jeff, I've been working load outs and set break downs all night for . . . well, forever, it seems like. I'm used to going to bed at three a.m. and waking up tired six hours later! I have no idea what to do with one night off, let alone the foreseeable future of them!"

"Take it one night at a time, Harley," Jeff smiled.

She took a deep breath and smiled. "You're right. One night at a time."

Jeff put his arm around her shoulders, giving her a hug. She sighed softly, leaning against him.

He bent his head to whisper to her. "Come back to my room with me?"

Chuckling softly, she looked up at him and whispered back, "This is what you think I should be doing with my nights off, Jeff?"

He just grinned. "It's an idea."

She shook her head, but she was smiling. He didn't say anything else until they were in the shuttle. This late, there weren't many people going back, and they took seats towards the back.

Keeping his voice low, he leaned in to her. "So will you come to my room, Harley?"

Her eyes searched his face. She felt none of the sizzling attraction that there had been the night before, but there was a deeper need instead. Simple human warmth, that's what she was craving. She nodded, and his arm went around her shoulders, holding her close to him. She nestled into his side with a smile.


While they waiting for the elevator at the hotel, Harley frowned a little, and then drew him to one side.

"What is it, Harley?" Jeff asked.

She smiled at him. "Can we go to my room instead?"

"Sure. Can I ask why?"

She chuckled softly. "I could use a shower. And while your soap smells good on you, it's not really my thing."

He laughed, his arm going back around her shoulder as they stepped into the elevator, and at her questioning look, he nodded. She choose her floor, and they murmured their goodnights to their colleagues as they stepped out on the tenth floor. She opened the door to her room and smiled at him, gesturing for him to go in, then closed the door behind her and tossed her keycard onto the table.

Jeff smiled at her, dropping his sports bag onto a chair, and then coming over to her, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her gently. She smiled, her arms going around his waist, returning the hug. They stood that way for a long moment, then she smiled up at him.

"Make yourself comfortable, Jeff, while I grab a shower."

He nodded, letting his arms fall away from her. She sat down on the end of the bed to take off her workboots, while he sat beside her and did the same with his sneakers. She dug in her case for something to wear after her shower and went into the bathroom, closing the door as she turned the hot water on. Stripping off, she turned to look over her shoulder at her tattoo in the mirror. It still looked a little red, but she decided she didn't need to be worried about it.

After showering quickly, she grabbed a towel, patting the tattoo dry carefully before drying off completely. She put on the pyjamas she had taken from her case, brightly patterned cotton boxers and a camisole top, and then picked up her lotion, turning the bathroom light off as she came back into her hotel room. Jeff was sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, flicking through the tv channels. He smiled as he saw her, setting the remote down and making a move to get up. She shook her head with a smile, crawling up the bed to sit beside him with a smile.

"Better?" he asked, smiling at her.

She nodded, then held out the lotion. "Do me a favour?"

Taking the bottle from her, he nodded. "Sure. What do you need?"

Turning around, she slipped the straps of her camisole down, looking over her shoulder at him. "Can you put some lotion on my tattoo please?"


Jeff poured a little lotion into his hand before carefully smoothing it over her skin. She wriggled a little at the first touch of the cool lotion, but as he spread it over the new ink, she sighed as it relieved the slight soreness. He dabbed the last little bit of lotion over the new work on her neck, kissing her shoulder as he finished. She took the lotion from him and deposited it on the bedside table and then moved to sit beside him. He put his arm around her, drawing her close to him.

Resting her head against his shoulder, she glanced at the tv. "Anything on?"

He shook his head, using the remote to turn it off. "Nope. I guess they don't want you in your room watching tv when you could be in the casinos gambling."

She chuckled. "Would you believe in the week I've been here, I've not gambled a single penny?"

"Good lord, woman, don't say that too loud! You'll have the fun police in here hauling you away for a crime like that!" Jeff laughed.

"Not with you here to protect me," she looked up at him.

"You assume I'm going to protect you - that's cute," he teased, winking at her.

Glaring at him in mock outrage, she turned to him and then started tickling him. He laughed at her attempts, easily catching her hands and leaning in to kiss her with a grin before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him.

She wriggled against him in a playful struggle. "You, sir, are no gentleman!"

"Keep that wriggling up and I'll definitely stop being a gentleman," he warned with a chuckle.

She instantly stilled her movements, giggling. "I'll be good!"

His hands stroked her back as he smiled. "Now where's the fun in that?"

She sighed very softly at the caress, cuddling closer to him. A moment later, his hand was on her chin, tilting her face up to his before leaning down to kiss her, his tongue flicking over her lips. She shivered against him, returning the kiss as she moved to straddle his lap. Her arms wound around his neck as his went around her, pulling her close as he kissed her again. Her tongue teased at his before delving deep into his mouth. When the kiss ended, they were both breathing a little heavily.

Harley's blue grey eyes looked into Jeff's green ones as she stroked her fingers through his hair, whispering, "Are we really going to do this again?"

Jeff smiled, one finger tracing the line of her face, whispering back, "I think we are, Harley, yes."

She kissed him softly. "What happened to it being about the club and the music?"

"You forgot about the mood - it was about the mood too." His lips brushed hers.

Her eyes closed as she gave a soft moan. "Oh yes, the mood."

He nuzzled his cheek to hers, his voice low. "This is one of those moods, wouldn't you agree?" His hands went to her back again, caressing it as he held her close.

"Yes, Jeff, I think it is," she whispered.

"Good," he breathed in her ear, as his hands slid under her camisole, deliciously warm against her skin.

His lips found hers again, kissing her slowly as he gradually pushed her camisole up, his hands exploring her, caressing her, finally cupping one breast gently, his fingers teasing at her nipple as she moaned into his mouth. He tweaked that hard little nub between his thumb and forefinger, and she gasped against his lips, her hips bucking to his. Leaning back from her a little, he grasped the hem of her camisole and pulled it up, smiling as she raised her arms to let him strip it from her.

He took a moment to pull his own t-shirt off before taking her in his arms again, then it was his turn to moan as she pressed her breasts to his chest and nuzzled into his neck. Her short nails dragged lightly down his back as she flicked her tongue against his earlobe, sighing with pleasure as he held her close. His hands stroked gently down her back to cup her ass and pull her closer to him, his lips kissing along her shoulder.

She arched her head to one side for him, her hips rocking gently to his, feeling him hardening under her, the sensation almost intoxicating. With a little moan, she pulled back from him, straddling his thighs as her fingers worked to undo his belt. He groaned softly, stroking his fingers through her hair, propping himself up with the other hand. She nuzzled her head to his hand as she unzipped his jeans slowly, his cock straining the front of his shorts as she did. Carefully, she pushed his shorts down to expose it, and this time his groan was a little louder.

She bent down quickly, her fingers wrapping around his shaft as her tongue swirled slowly around the head. Jeff gasped, his hips bucking up to her lips, his hand tightening in her hair momentarily.

"Oh god, Harley!" he groaned helplessly, as her tongue laved him wetly.

She looked up at him, the tip of her tongue teasing at the underside of his cock, her breath warm against the moistened flesh as her fingers stroked him lightly. "Should I stop, Jeff?"

He nodded, sounding a little breathless. "As wonderful as that feels, it's not what I really want tonight."

Her head took on a quizzical tilt, and she sat up a little. "What do you really want then?"

His hand cupped her face, smiling at her. "Us. Together."

Harley turned her head to kiss his palm, smiling. He moved her gently from his legs so he could take off his jeans and shorts, and then his hands went to her waist, tugging down the boxers she wore. She lifted up to help him take them off, and then she leaned over to kiss him softly.

"Sit up against the headboard, Jeff."

He moved back on the bed, shifting the pillows aside to sit as she asked, holding out his arms to her. Smiling, she again straddled his lap, her eyes closing at the feel of his naked body against hers. He was so seductive, more so because it seemed utterly unconscious. His arms came up around her, holding her close, and she sighed with pleasure.

For long moments they remained motionless, simply enjoying being so close. Jeff moved first, his lips at the point where her shoulder met her neck, his tongue flicking lightly over her skin. She rocked her hips to his, making them both moan. Sliding one hand between their bodies as she raised up a little, she held his hard shaft so that she could guide it into her, sinking down onto it slowly. Jeff's hands rested on her hips, steadying her, groaning as he entered her, delighting at the feel of those tight, slick walls around him.

She remained utterly still as she settled all the way down on him, almost breathless as she felt his cock twitching inside her. Her arms went back around his neck as she began to move, using her thighs to thrust her hips to his. His hands moved over her body, caressing her, cupping one breast, brushing his thumb over her nipple lightly. She moaned softly, rotating her hips as she ground against him.

He groaned, sitting up more, burying his face between her breasts as he clutched her to him. She held him close as she rocked her hips to his. He turned his head to take one nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Her fingers stroked through his hair, her hips thrusting a little harder to his, moaning softly as her clit ground against him as he held her close.

Jeff's lips trailed up her neck, groaning softly in her ear, "I have to thrust, Harley, please."

His words sent shivers through her at the raw need that throbbed in his voice. She kissed him softly and then lifted herself off him, biting down on the whimper that threatened to escape her.

She lay down on her side, beckoning to him, whispering, "Come here, Jeff."

He stretched out beside her as she bent her knees and guided him to lie between her legs, wrapping them around his waist, her ankles locked in the small of his back as he slid back inside her, making them both moan.

She held onto his neck and whispered in his ear, "Is this better, baby?"

His only response was a low groan as he thrust his hips to hers, plunging deep inside her. He held her hip as he continued to thrust, and she nuzzled into his neck with breathless little moans of delight, her hand caressing his chest. He propped himself on his elbow, making her moan as the angle of his thrusts changed, their bodies closer together. She tightened her legs around him, and he groaned as her inner walls clenched around him. He pulled her hip towards him as he thrust, and she cried out as the movement brought her throbbing clit against his pubic bone, delighting him with another of those sweet clenches.

"More, oh god please, more!" she panted breathlessly in his ear.

He was only too happy to oblige, continuing his thrusts, feeling her body shuddering against his with pleasure. He leaned up to capture her lips, kissing her deeply, his tongue dancing over hers. Her moans were muffled in the kiss as she clung to him, and he could feel her muscles tensing with excitement. She broke the kiss, panting breathlessly, moaning his name over and over as she trembled in his arms with mounting passion. His hips drove harder to hers, knowing she was on the brink.

Suddenly she was crying out, and her inner walls spasmed around his throbbing cock as her hips bucked hard to his. Her legs tightened around him and he made one last hard thrust before he found his own release, buried deep inside her, crushing her to his body. She clung to him, shuddering, her hips rocking to his, panting. His own breathing was heavy and ragged, but his hands were gentle as he caressed her.

After a few moments when he could do little but hold her, he ran one hand down her leg to unlock her ankles and moved from between her legs. She gave a little whimper as he slipped out of her, her body shuddering afresh, and he pulled her back against him as he lay back on the bed. She cuddled into him, her head on his shoulder. It was a few minutes before either of them could speak.

"Thank you, Jeff," she murmured softly, pressing a soft open mouthed kiss to his chest.

His fingers stroked through her hair, and he smiled. "You're more than welcome, Harley."

She sighed with pleasure, and it turned into a yawn, making them both chuckle.

"We should move, get under the covers," he said, his hand moving down to stroke her shoulder.

"Yes," she murmured sleepily, "we should. You first."

He laughed softly, sitting up slowly, bringing her with him. "Come on, sleepyhead."

Together, they moved off the bed just long enough to pull the covers down and then climbed back in. They rearranged the pillows and lay back, and Harley smiled at him.

"Still friends?"

"Absolutely," Jeff said, leaning over to kiss her lightly.

"Good," she murmured against his lips, her eyes closing.

He reached out to turn off the lights, and was asleep almost the next moment.


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