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Let me touch you for a while	By : famous1064 Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1476 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Let me touch you for a while
A Kid Sister Cookie
By: Famous1064
Rating: NC-17/R Sex – some violence
Disclaimer: Standard - Don't own it, Don't Claim to, Don't sue me
Summary: PWP…. It explains…Ties in with Kid Sister by Same author

This Part of Faith and Glenn’s story is not going to be told by either of them. It is not being told by their friends or family. Let us just say it is being told by the wind. You must be wondering what this story is about if Faith is not writing it. This is one of those saccharine sections that are sweet enough your teeth hurt. It is also one of those…Oh what do you call them? Oh Yes, PWP AKA “Plot, What Plot” stories.

I ramble. This takes place right around the time Sara broke the news about the baby. It is the reason Matt did not want Glenn near Faith. It is…

***WHAP! ***

HEY!

(Faith): Why don’t you tell the Damned story?

(Writer): What? I am. I just…

(Famous): Quit fighting you two!

(Both): But!

(Famous): But nothing! Faith, go play with Glenn. You, write the story.

(Writer): I will not write with such roguish people!

(Faith): *whine* FAMOUS!

(Famous): Screw it. Gimme that paper and pencil. I’ll write it!

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My words aren’t as pretty as that professionals but Oh well. This is basically a cookie plain and simple. What is it about? The First time Faith and Glenn did the wild horizontal monkey dance. Even thought part of the time it wasn’t even really horizontal.

(Glenn and Faith): FAMOUS!

What?

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“Glenn! Damn it where the hell are you?”

Faith opened the door and looked out the hall corridor the hotel. The company was in Las Vegas, the performers staying at the Circus Maximus. This was all fine and well except for one thing.

“Too bad you’re boyfriend left ya alone for the night, Faith.”

Faith glared at Matt as he said the words. “Bite Me, Matt. You could be nice and stay here. Or, at least not rub it in.”

She glared at he dark-haired brother as he laughed. “No, I don’t think so. Why don’t you call him and ask him to get up here?”

“No. He’s spending quality time with his buddies. Forget it. I’ll find something to do around here. There must be something for those of us don’t gamble.”

Matt Shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out Fay. We’re out.”

Faith waved at her brother and Amy as they left. She headed for the balcony. “Let’s see. Buffet? No, not hungry. Shopping? No, don’t need anything.”

As, of course you realized, Faith was left alone for part of the night and this put a hamper on anything she really wanted to do. Not that there wasn’t a lot to do in Sin City. Usually though it was more fun to do them with someone else. Glenn had left, semi-willingly, after much begging from Mark and Rob. Jess and Jeff had gone to a bar, and Matt and Amy went gambling. So of course this left her all alone with little to do.

She looked out the window to see if anything slightly interesting was around. Restaurants, Different Shops, nothing really that caught her eye. She could go drink or gamble but that would just get her in more trouble than it was worth. Highly discouraged, she settled down in front of the couch in the front room of the suite, cussing at the Television. “I want to don’t watch you, but I’m stuck. Maybe there’ll be something interesting I haven’t though of yet.”

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Twenty Minutes later…

“Damned TV.”

Flipping channels had gotten her absolutely nowhere. Hair salons, jewelry stores and all types of places had been shown, but nothing good. About to turn it off and just go for a walk, an advertisement for the local ‘adult toy store’ popped up and caught her eye.

“I got an Idea.”

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About 2 hours later…

Glenn walked into his room. He had a decent buzz going, having drowned a few with Mark and the guys. Mark had dared him to get a tattoo and he had done it. He now carried the Japanese Symbols for faith, hope and pride. He knew his ruddy-headed girlfriend carried the ones for faith, hope and virtue on her back and thought a matching one would be fitting. It still stung, irritated by the black denim shirt he wore. He pulled on his tucked-in shirt, hoping to alleviate some of the rubbing. He threw down his leather coat on the nearest chair, looking around at the darkened room.

“Faith?”

He got no answer, but he heard the shower running. Walking into the bedroom, he looked around.

There was no light, but the room was illuminated with candles on the tables by the bed. A black plastic bag sat next to the pillows and the scent of jasmine hit him hard as he walked farther into the room. Something was up. Faith knew well it was one of his favorite scents and that it relaxed him. It was almost like an aphrodisiac. Unbuttoning the top of his shirt, he knocked on the door to the bathroom. Hoping the sound of the water was too loud for her to hear him, he peeked in. Pulling the curtain away enough to catch a glimpse, he smiled at what he saw. She was standing underneath the showerhead, letting the hot water wash all her worries away. She wet her head until even the blue and violet streaks were dark as the rest of her hair. He swept his gaze down her back, over the curves and valleys of her. The three familiar markings on her back shone with the glistening of water. He looked at the long legs, glancing down toward her ankles. Looking close, he saw the black and red roses, like a band around her leg. He looked up at her as she turned around, apparently oblivious to his presence. He looked at her body and fought his own reaction. She placed her hands on her chest and ran her hands down her body. He slid off his shirt and silently headed to slip out the door.

“Glenn, If you’re going to look in on me, you might as well get in here.”

“What?” The man whirled; surprised she knew he was there.

“You’re too damn loud, Big guy. Are you coming in or not?”

She had turned off the water and poked her head out from behind the shower curtain. She looked him over, seeing him watching, looking a might nervous. He dropped his shirt on the floor, looking at her like she had lost her mind. She shook her head, coming out naked and standing with her hands on her hips. She was soaking wet, standing before him and smiling.

“Faith…”

She smirked at her boyfriend and looked him in the eye. “Yes, Glenn?”

“I…damn…”

He pulled her close and kissed her hotly. He had little control over himself now, wanting nothing more than to take her right there. He’d seen her nude before, but this time it sent a fire through his veins that he couldn’t control.

He barely noticed as she was attacking his jeans, trying to get to him. He was snapped out of his trance, feeling her fingernails along the newly sensitive area around his tattoo.

“Fuck.” He pulled away from her arching his back and breathing through the pain. She looked at him, knowing she had not ran her fingers over his back that hard.

“What’s wrong.”

“Mark.”

“I wont take that wrong.”

He looked over at her and frowned. “Dirty mind. He gave me a tattoo earlier.” He turned and displayed the artwork that looked much like her own. She ran her fingers lightly over the characters as they ran down his back.

“Brand new tat on Jacobs. You’ve been around all these wrestlers too long. You’ve been marked.”

He turned around and pulled her back to him, running his hands down her back as she leaned into him, her hands roaming down the back of his jeans. “They’ll take one look and blame you anyway. Enjoy it. May I ask why you are naked, and I, as of yet, am not?”

He smiled, feeling her lowering his jeans slightly by sliding her hands down the back of them. “Well, I don’t know. We’ll have to work on that wont we.” She kissed him, leaving his mouth to lick his neck and ears, then to run her tongue down his body as she removed his jeans and clothing. She could feel him kicking off his shoes and pulling his socks off as quickly as he could. Faith ran her tongue down his torso, meeting finally a patch of red-brown curls and smiled. The red head could feel her boyfriend moan as her cheek lightly brushed his dick.

He sucked in a breath as his girlfriend stroked the length. He looked down to see Faith’s reaction, knowing, while pretty decent in size for some one as big as he was, he was larger than many guys were. Especially when he was fully aroused. Glenn looked down and blushed as Faith smirked and looked to her big boyfriend.

“Where in the hell have you been hiding it?” She continued to stroke him, feeling him move against her hand. He had to grip the edge of the counter-top next to him to keep from swaying and falling over. He watched as she kissed the head and began to take it in. She took as much of him in as she could; there was no way she would be able to take all of it, and used her hand to work the rest of his thick organ over.

He couldn’t remember how long it had been since a woman had gone down on him; he couldn’t remember much of anything at that point. The feeling of Faith’s soft hot mouth was driving him crazy. On reflex, He had grabbed her head, not her hair, and was encouraging her to take him, faster and deeper. She obliged as much as she could, allowing more of him into her mouth. She couldn’t do much, the girth and length preventing her from taking a bit more than half of him. He moaned feeling her tongue caressing the head, his body screaming to let go…

She remembered what to do, thankfully, in the back of her mind. The first one she was with had told her what most guys liked, what to do if this or that happened. It had been almost three years since she had done this. She hadn’t wanted to do it for her past boyfriends; she hadn’t even slept with them. For some crazy reason, she wanted to do this for him. She felt him reacting to her ministrations, moaning deeply in the back of his throat. She ran her hands up his thighs, pressing him to let go. She moaned to him, encouraging him to let her feel it, to let his body do what, at that point, was the only thing it wanted to do.

He pulled her closer to him, hand on the back of her head, taking her mouth almost viscously. The feeling to him was exquisite, the harder he went at her, the harder she took him, matching him in intensity. A final strangled cry left his throat as he let go. He swayed, almost falling back onto the floor. She held him up, forcing him back into her mouth. She heard him moaning, almost crying out, as the hot stream sent itself down her throat. He threw his head back, intently forcing it. She took the load, driving him deeper as he softened so he could feel it all leave him. He felt his knees about to buckle and staggered back away from her. She looked up at him, his eyes full of tears, as he stood there, overwhelmed.

“Faith…”

She knelt there, tears flowing silently down her cheeks. For a second, the look on her face made her think he was angry about it. She fell down, sitting on the floor, watching him try to recover himself. He was breathing hard and watching her. The intent and piercing look in his eye was nothing she had ever seen before. For a second, she was scared, the look of astonishment on his face confusing her. He was watching her, breathing hard and shaking.

He had finally composed himself, his breathing returning to a semi-normal state. He walked over to his girlfriend, who was sitting on the floor, tears running down her face. She was looking at him, dead in the eye. He knelt down in front of her, taking her face in his hands and wiping some of the tears from her cheeks.

“Glenn, I…I’m sorry…”

She had a new well of tears flow as Glenn tried to quiet her. He pulled her closer and let her cry into his shoulder. He felt her skin on his and couldn’t help but be turned on. As emotional as the situation was, with his girlfriend bare-ass naked and crying in his arms, he was getting turned on. The big man pulled his woman closer and held her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

“Faith. Look at me. Come on sweetheart.” She turned her head away and tried to avoid his gaze. He was going to make her look at him and listen to him right now if it was the last thing he did. He pulled her closer, attacking her mouth with the same amount of passion she had just inflicted on his body. Glenn finally pulled away from her, looking at Faith with a smile playing at his lips. “What’s wrong, little Sunshine? Did I hurt you?” She shook her head, the tears flowing a little more. “Then what is wrong?”

“You’re mad at me for…” She threw her face into his chest, holding on to him around his neck.

“No. Faith I’m not mad at you for it. Yeah, it caught me a bit off guard, but I’m not mad. Did you enjoy it?” She nodded, looking him in the eye finally. “Faith, look. I am glad you did it. I liked it. Apparently a lot. I am not mad at you for it. I don’t want you to feel like I cheapened you. And I definitely was not disappointed. I love you all the more for what you have done for me. I love you.”

She smiled up at him, hearing the words, and holding him closer, finding his mouth and devouring him. The Big Red Machine picked up his tall girlfriend so she had to wrap her legs around his body at the waist. He pushed Faith’s body against the wall, smiling into their kiss. He felt he should return the favor and walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom, where the scent of jasmine hit him hard, making his blood boil. He laid her down on the bed and smiled at her as he ran his hands down her frame. The red and blue-haired girl beneath him groaned as he ran his tongue down her body.

“Glenn… What?”

He leaned up and smiled, placing a finger over his mouth, signaling her to be quiet. “I’m returning the favor.” The big man had ran his tongue down the girl’s neck, nipping at her collar bone and making her whine and moan in the back of her throat. He kept moving down her body, almost attacking her breasts, greedily suckling his girlfriend. He found out just how sensitive her body was when he sent one hand down to her nether regions. He smiled, knowing she kept herself clean-shaven, and he liked it. She shuddered and moved against him as his finger simply rubbed the outside of her tender spots. He removed his hands from her body and placed them on his girlfriend’s legs. He went between her knees, holding her down with one large hand on her pelvis. Glenn leaned forward, anticipating his first real “taste” of his girlfriend. He used one hand to tease her as he began his assault on her body.

“Good Goddess!” It was like his mouth was on fire as he licked her. The feelings were hot and deep in her body, her heart swelling as he took her. She instinctively put her hand down on his head, wanting him deeper within her.

Faith was moaning loudly in front of him, her body reacting to every touch of his hand, his tongue. Glenn reacted to her voice; his manhood getting ready for he what knew was inevitable. He reached down and stroked himself, getting ready for it. He didn’t want to think he was going to fuck her. No, he wasn’t going to let his be just a ‘fuck’ or a one-night stand either. She wasn’t going to be like one of the ring rats the other guys played with, She was his and he loved her. He wanted to marry her after a while. Right now though, he wanted it all to be special. He wanted her to know how much he loved her. He could tell her all he wanted but wanted her to feel his love for her physically.

Glenn wasn’t highly surprised when, as he plunged his tongue deep within her, she came for him, almost violently, wanting him more. He let her come down from her high, laying next to her and holding onto her, kissing her neck and waiting for her to calm down. When she had stopped breathing hard, he rolled over and lay on top of her, his intent clear on his face. He kissed her, softly, feeling her hot breath on his lips as he pulled away.

“Look at me, sweetheart. Tell me now before I can’t stop. Do you want this? I’ll tell you honestly, once I do, I will not stop. Faith?” His eyes questioned her; he wanted her to want this. He wanted it to be special, but he knew what would happen. He had rarely had been able to control himself during sex. It was almost completely instinctual for him, his body and mind reacting to his partner. He was more machine in bed sometimes than the ring. He was going to try to say focused to keep his mind from fading into completely losing it. He wanted to remember their first time, to let the both of them enjoy it, no matter what.

She pulled him to her, taking his mouth in hers, stifling his moans as she did. Her hands, fingernails still painted red and black from the last show, ran down his body, finding him. She ran one hand back up to his body, stroking his neck and laying back into the pillows.

“I want this. Glenn. Please.”

He kissed her again, only pulling away to reach down, take her hand away and place himself at her entrance. He looked up at her and suddenly he realized he had forgotten to “wrap it up”. They both knew the other was clean, but he didn’t want her pregnant with his baby just yet. He pulled away and looked around for his bag.

“Glenn? What are…”

“Condom. I’m not going to give you a baby. Not now.”

She grabbed his arm and held him to her. She smiled at him and kissed him. She laughed at the look on his face. It was a mixture of confusion and lust.

“Don’t worry about it.” He looked at her, not understanding. She pulled him close again, wrapping her legs around his.

“What? Do you want…?”

She shook her head. “I’ve been on the pill since before I turned eighteen Glenn. I’m no virgin. And I’ve only been with one guy, one time. Don’t worry about it. I’m allergic to Latex and silicone anyway, makes a nasty looking rash.”

She kissed him, pulling him back to her body, the head hitting her in all the right outside places, turning them both on. He moved to enter her, placing himself at Faith’s entrance, trying to clear his mind so he could keep control. He got ready, moving her legs to bend and stay on the bed. “If I hurt you, I am sorry.” She nodded and relaxed so it would hurt less. It wasn’t the loss of her virginity that would hurt; she hadn’t had that pain to worry about anymore. It was the size of him. The one guy she was with had nothing near the girth and length Glenn had between his legs. No less a man but not as well endowed.

He was within her before she could even think about it. The sweet feeling as he filled her was completely exhilarating. The hot velvet steel of his body completed her, making it feel as though she was happily on fire.

Glenn felt the same way, moaning at the feeling between them. His past partners had never felt like this. Physically, it was amazing, the sweet tight tunnel caressing him within her body. It was the feeling within his heart and mind that drove him wild. Not even with his ex-wife had he felt like this. Never had it felt this right.

He moved within his panting girlfriend, her tears flowing slowly down her face as he moved with her, taking her for the first and definitely not the last time. She pulled him closer to her chest and deeper within him. He breathed heavily into her neck as he moved, trying incredibly hard not to lose it. He wanted more and didn’t want it to end so early.

They moved to each other’s rhythm for a long time. Glenn had to stop a few times, trying to keep himself from exploding before his little sunshine was ready for him, before she had come, screaming his name. She had stopped him once and he had controlled himself, but he was going to have to let go soon. Holding back was beginning to become painful. He didn’t have to wait long, her body reacting as he sped up his thrusts.

“Glenn…So Good…. Oh God…. Yes! GLENN! Pleaaaasssse..””

He felt her seizing up, her body unable to take the pleasure he created anymore. The moaning deep in her throat became louder and she almost unseated him, her body reacting to his. He, in turn, thrust within her body as she came, both making her feel the pleasure and feeling it peak higher for him. He pushed himself to the limit; thrusting one last time, emptying his seed within her and letting her name leave as a loud bellow from his lips.

He collapsed atop her, panting and feeling her heartbeat next to his. He smiled, feeling her stroke his hair as he looked down at her. He pulled her closer to his body, both of them sweating as if they had just come out of the ring. He rolled her over to lay over him, still nestled within the sweet warmth. He pulled her closer, laying her head on his chest and smiling, staring at the ceiling and relishing the slowly leaving feelings established by their bodies just moments ago.

“I love you, Sunshine. That was incredible.” He leaned over and kissed her again, the last remainders of her labored breathing slipping away. She kissed him and lay back down on his chest, listening to his breathing.

“I love you Glenn. More than anything.”

He smiled hearing the words coming from her. They stayed there holding each other for a while, basking in the feeling still hanging around them. After a while, though he hated to ruin the moment, he turned to her and asked.

“Who?”

“Who what?” She leaned up and sat above him, rubbing her body on his, making him moan softly, but not making him forget his question.

“Who was your first?”

“You know him. I grew up with him. Be content with that.”

He sat up and held her to his chest. He buried her head in his shoulder as he put his face in hers. It was aching in him to know. He loved her and it didn’t really matter, but for some reason he had to know.

“Who?”

“Shane.”

“Shane Helms? As in Gregory Shane Helms?”

“How many more Shanes did I grow up with that you know?”

“None…” He cut off. Shane Helms, the Hurricane, was his friend. Shane had been with her first. His face fell a bit thinking about it.

She took his face in her hands and kissed him. She pulled away and hugged him, still sitting in his lap. “Glenn, this doesn’t change our relationship. I love you, not Shane. I asked Shane to do it. I didn’t want it to go to a one-night stand and mean nothing. Shane, at least, let my first time be special and made me feel a little loved. Right now, yes I feel bad about it and wish to hell I had waited for you.”

He looked up at her and smiled, nodding his head. “I wish it was me. I would have liked that privilege.”

She kissed him, a quick peck on his cheek. “You may not have gotten to steal my virginity but you got something more.” Glenn cocked his head to the side, in the way that made her weak it was so cute. “You got my heart. No one can take it from you. I belong to you. I am your woman now. You’re not getting rid of me.”

“I don’t want to get rid of you. I want you.”

A few hours later they fell asleep, their bodies and hearts connected more intimately than anyone could ever imagine.

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The Next Morning

Faith went down to the lobby, her bags in one hand, and the rented truck keys in the other. She was walking slowly, sore from her late night escapades with Glenn. Several women on the roster gave her a knowing glance. Terri Runnels and Torrie Wilson, both good friends of hers, beckoned her over to where they were sitting, waiting to check out.

Terri smiled at the tall redhead and smiled knowingly. “Well, you’re walking funny. It must have been good?”

Faith looked at her like she had lost her mind. She shook her head, not knowing what she was talking about. Several people from the company were smiling at her; a few even gave a thumbs-up as they passed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Torrie laughed at her, motioning toward the stairs Faith had just come down and smiling. “Faith, half the roster heard you two howling last night. Mark came and cleared us all out about halfway through. There was applause and everything.”

Faith turned red, now understanding the looks she had gotten all morning. It took a bit before it dawned on her how this could be bad. “Oh My God. Please God don’t let him have found out…”

Torrie almost asked whom, but her question was answered as the loud southern drawl of Matt Hardy was heard through the lobby.

“Faith Colleen Hardy! What in the fucking hell did you do last night?”

The girl whirled to meet her elder brother’s furious gaze. Matt looked absolutely livid; Faith thought for a minute he was going to have a coronary. Behind him were Amy, Jeff and Jess, trying to calm him down, so maybe his head wouldn’t explode.

“What’s it to you what I did last night.” She put her hands on her hips; She was ready for the verbal wrestling match she and her sibling were about to have. “What do you think I did Matthew?”

“Going around and screwing up. Fucking lost your virginity to Glenn last night didn’t you?” The Dark-haired Hardy was practically screaming at the top of his lungs, now everyone knew part of what had happened in that bedroom last night.

“No I didn’t. I Lost my virginity to Shane Helms when I was eighteen. I made love to Glenn last night. Damn it Matt, keep your damn nose out of my business. It is not your job to keep me safe and sheltered from life and everything else. I am fucking twenty-one years old. What I do is my business, not yours. Live your own life.” Her face was red from anger, resenting her brother for getting his nose into it.

There was no warning as Matt completely flipped and backhanded Faith across the face near her eye, the red stinging mark of his hand bright on the right side of her face. He grabbed her by the shoulder, shrugging Amy, Jess and Jeff off as he manhandled his sister. “Quit being a fucking fool, Faith. He doesn’t want you like that. You’re a piece of ass to him. Nothing else. He…”

“Wrong, Bastard. Leave her the hell alone.” Glenn had just walked into the lobby, seeing Matt shake his sister, the purpling bruise on her face from the slap topping it off, making him furious. Paul Wight, Brock Lesnar and Mark were behind him, Sara pulling up the rear. Glenn was red faced and angry, and looked like he was going to destroy Matt if he even blinked. “Get the hell away from her. NOW!” He walked up to where the prone form of his girlfriend was being held tightly by her eldest brother.

“No, you stay away from her. I’m taking her back to North Carolina. Leave her the hell alone. You don’t love her and she doesn’t need you or all the shit.”

“No, Matt. I do love her. Everyone knows what happened last night. Mark told me. I didn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to Matt. What do you think I did? Rape her? She didn’t do anything she didn’t want to. What the Fuck do you think I am? I would never hurt her. She is not just some fuck or a one-nighter. I love her. Leave her alone and let her go.” Several wrestlers backed away at the incensed tone of his voice. Few had heard it and remembered it; It was the voice of Kane coming from him now.

Matt released her, letting her fall to the floor. Glenn bent to help her up and Matt sucker punched him in the midsection. He staggered, and went to get Matt across the face as Paul Wight broke them up. Mark pulled Matt away from Glenn and Faith, yelling at Jess, Jeff and Amy to help him. Matt was flailing, completely freaking out.

Finally it was Amy who set him straight, getting in his face and attacking him for being an asshole. “Quit Fucking being an overbearing Jackass Matt! She has her own life. Let her live it. You get laid on a regular basis. Kind of a stupid double standard, don’t you think, saying you can but she can’t. She’s human after all. And why the hell are you attacking Glenn? He didn’t fucking force her to do it. I’d see if he had forced her, but I don’t even think he’s capable of doing that to her. And he’s not the one who just slapped her so hard she’s gonna have a black eye. You’re the only danger she’s in, the only one posing a threat. He wouldn’t ever do what you just did.”

A look of realization crossed his face and he hung his head. “What the fuck did I do? Faith are you…?”

Paul Wight and Brock Lesnar stood in front of Faith where Glenn was checking the bruise on her face. Brock spoke up, his voice angry with what he had seen. “She’ll be fine. I think you should leave now.”

Amy and Jeff agreed with Brock, pulling Matt, who looked like he was completely defeated, over to checkout and leave, followed by Jess. Amy almost had to lead him, he blinded himself with tears, actually looking sorry for what he had done. He did look over his shoulder and a few of the members of the roster heard him apologize to his Sister.

Glenn helped Faith stand up, her hand still over her eye where a great darkening bruise was showing itself. Mark came over, after moving off the rest of the roster. He looked at Glenn then to Faith, seeing the extent of the damage to her eye. “At least he didn’t break her damned cheek. He ever do that before Kid?”

She shook her head, still shocked at what had just happened. Sara had gone to get a bag of ice from the hotel management, and had returned with it in hand and wrapped in one of Mark’s bandanas. Faith thanked her and put it over her eye, hoping the swelling and pain would go away soon.

Brock came up behind the group of Paul, Mark, Sara, Faith and Glenn. He handed Faith’s bags to Glenn and looked up at the taller man. “Matt’s gone. Amy had to lead him out. He was bawling pretty badly. He did tell me to tell Faith he was sorry. He’s pretty shook up about it. Jeff said he’d come by and see how she was doing at the next show. You get the next few days off right?”

Glenn nodded. “We were planning on going to Cameron. I don’t think we should go there, Faith. I’m taking you to St. Louis. You’ll stay with me until I’m damned sure he won’t pull that shit again.”

They all left, Glenn and Faith driving to the airport and leaving for St. Louis, the rest heading to the next show. Jeff called a day after they arrived in St. Louis, checking up on his sister. He had talked to Matt, who did apologize for it all, after having talked to their Dad.

“He knows he’s in the wrong Faith. He’s sorry for what he did. He doesn’t approve of you and Glenn…you know. But he’ll get over it. Eventually.”

Meanwhile, Glenn and Faith fell deeper in love, the whole episode binding them together even more. They returned to the ring as soon as the bruise had gone away. I can’t tell you too much more. Faith is working on that in another story. For the time being, nothing could break them apart. Until Jericho…

That’s another Story.

*~*~*Fini*~*~*

I love cliffhangers…. Hehe.
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