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Lita continued to kick and shout, struggling as Edge carried her through the lobby of the hotel.
The tall blond man gritted his teeth with determination, ignoring the stares of people in the hallway. No doubt, they probably all thought it was odd that he was carrying a protesting woman over his shoulder - against her will, no less. He only hoped nobody would have enough nerve so as to get in his path and try something stupid.
Without incident, Edge managed to get the redhead up to the room that, only that evening, they'd been sharing. Despite the events from earlier, he still had a keycard, as he hadn't returned it to the front desk. Dropping his suitcase, he quickly fumbled for it in the back pocket of his jeans, then swiped it through the door. Shoving the door open, he kicked his bag inside and carried Lita over the threshold, the diva by now shouting obscenities.
Edge let out a growl as he toted the redhead to the bed, lowering her onto it.
Lita glared up at the tall blond Canadian murderously, her hazel eyes glittering.
"You bastard!" she screamed. "Not four hours after I dump you, you're with that bitch!"
Edge cocked his head to one side, anger coming into his own face as she shouted at him.
"Not four hours later and I go in there and find you with that bitch hanging all over you! *Bastard*!"
The blond man refused to allow her biting words to affect him, but they did. She looked furious enough to pounce on him, scratch out his eyes. He'd never seen such anger emanating from her directed toward him. It scared him.
"Lita!" he shouted. "Will you calm down? I don't give a *damn* about Torrie, all right?"
She glared at him silently for a beat, then, in a move with surprising quickness, sprang onto him, striking him across the face.
"And for someone who doesn't mean a damn to you, you fuck up our entire relationship?!" She rolled on top of him, her fists flying as she pummeled them at his chest.
Edge had had just about enough. Although she could nowhere near match his own physical strength, her punches were beginning to hurt just the tiniest bit. He snatched her wrists, managing to turn her over in their struggles so that she was the one lying on her back. He straddled her, his grip on her wrists still just tight enough to prevent her from hitting him again.
"Do you *really* wanna be in this position when I'm so pissed at you?" the redhead hissed, her gaze traveling to his groin.
Worry entered Edge's green eyes for a split second.
"You wouldn't dare... I don't understand you!" the blond man cried, changing the subject in a hurry. "*You* said it was over, and then you go ballistic when you see me with Torrie. What's up with that?"
At the mere mention of the blonde woman's name, Lita again became very animated. She struggled mightily beneath him, her teeth clenching in frustration as she was unable to free herself.
"If you want Torrie, go back to her!"
"But I *don't* want Torrie..." Edge said calmly. "I never wanted anyone but *you*, Lita..."
The redhead's struggles began to cease as she softened her gaze at his words. And if it had *only* been words, she would have kept fighting him. But there was something in his eyes, a softness, a tenderness - pure, unadulterated *love* - that she saw in there. He loved her. She loved him as well, and all the fight in her was gone.
Edge dared to lean down so that his face hovered just inches from hers, testing her reaction.
Then, seeing that she wasn't going to hit him again, he lowered his lips onto hers.