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Lita watched the television monitor from Edge's hotel room with horror. Her heart positively sank as she listened to the outcome of the fans' votes.
It had to be some kind of mistake... She'd been a thousand percent certain that Edge would win the votes - that *he* would go on to face Triple H for the World title tonight. How in hell could it be Shawn Michaels yet *again*? It just wasn't fair.
The redhead noted the anger on the tall blond man's face, in his body language. It hurt her heart that he was trying his damndest to control his temper, when, in reality, he no doubt felt seconds away from exploding like a pressure cooker. And quite frankly, she couldn't blame him.
She continued to watch the screen as Coach asked HBK a question, interviewing him as to his thoughts about the fans choosing *him*. Edge simply stalked away, and she turned away from the TV for a beat, wanting to go to him. Lord knew, he was going to need some calming down. However, she sat transfixed as Shawn spoke, gracious as he regarded the outcome.
Lita jumped slightly in her seat on the couch as the locker room door suddenly burst open, smashing into the back wall. She turned directly to the source of the sound, her gaze catching Edge as he entered. He looked so unbelievably angry. In fact, she couldn't recall him ever looking *this* angry before.
"Edge..." She rose to approach him.
"Did you see it?" he asked, his hands clenching into tight fists as he kept his gaze down and away from her. "Did you?"
"I did," the redhead admitted, and she flinched at the anger in his tone, etched on his handsome face. He seemed two seconds away from hitting something. But somehow, she knew he would never raise his hands to do that to *her*. No... In spite of his extent of rage, she knew Edge would never physically harm a woman. "It... it's astonishing," she went on.
"Astonishing?" the tall blond man echoed, turning to stare directly into her face. His green eyes were sharp with fury as he fixed them on her, and this time, even looking at *her* didn't seem to be calming him down. "It's *bullshit* is what it is!" he shouted. "And now I'm stuck having to team up with that damn Chris Benoit for my thousandth shot at the tag titles!" He let out a growl of rage as he finally expelled his anger on the lockers to his right. He smashed his fists into them, and Lita grimaced as she feared he could very well hurt himself in the process.
"Edge, don't... Stop!" she ordered, her hand gentle as she reached out to grip his arm at the bicep. Damn it, he was actually shaking in all his rage. "Please..."
The blond man turned to again face her, meeting her bright hazel eyes... And he visibly calmed down at the expression on her face and her touch alike. She was so lovely, and seemingly so concerned about him. Her hand felt so soft and warm on his arm, and quite frankly, he liked the way it felt. His gaze softened as their eyes held and locked, and then he did something he never expected he would do that night.
Lita let out a tiny little yelp as she was suddenly grabbed by his strong, large hands, her back suddenly pushed up against the lockers, shock coursing through her as Edge dipped his head, capturing her lips in a demanding kiss. She was thrown off-guard by the sheer ferocity and unexpectedness of his passion for a few seconds, her hands reaching out to brace herself. But then, she relaxed under his touch, her hands coming up to his head, her fingers tangling into his long golden hair, combing through the soft strands to cup his stubble-covered face as she responded with equal fervor. She nearly died as his tongue entered her mouth, tangling with her own in a frenzied battle of passion.
He groaned deep in his throat as he ground his hips against her body, letting her feel just how excited she made him. He was already hard inside his tights, and damn it, he wanted her. Lord knew, he'd wanted her for a long time now, and taking her would probably do wonders to relax him after all the horrible aggravation and heartbreak he'd just experienced.
"Oh, God... Edge," she murmured, her head falling back as his lips were suddenly on her neck, kissing and nipping. He lavished the hollow base of her throat with his tongue, soft sounds of pleasure coming from him at how very sweet she tasted. And he wanted more... A *lot* more.
"I want you, Lita... You feel that?" he breathed, his hands cupping her face as he gazed down into her eyes.
She nodded weakly.
"That's all for *you*," he went on, his breath hot against her face as he continued to rock his hips against her. Her lips parted again, a whimper escaping her as she felt him suddenly reach down to undo her pants. She was already turned on and ready for him. And damn if she didn't want the same thing *he* did.
The next thing she knew, her pants were down, her thong along with it as he wrenched it down and off her hips. They were around her ankles as the blond man reached for the waistband of his tights, freeing himself. A gasp escaped her lips as she stared down at his bulging hard-on, her mouth actually beginning to water at the thought of that inside of her. And then, gripping himself, he moved toward her entrance, slowly working his way inside of her.
Lita swore, her head rolling back as she braced herself against the lockers, and he suddenly filled her completely, causing her breath to leave her. God, he was big... Big, and long and unbelievably hard. She gave into the sensation as he thrust into her, over and over again, relentless with his passion.
In a matter of minutes, a small cry issued from her lips as she couldn't hold out any longer. She reached out, moving her hands from the locker and pulled him even more closely to her as she came, wanting him as far deep inside of her as he could manage. He didn't slow up his passion for even a second, and on the contrary, he increased the speed of his thrusts, slamming into her even harder. His teeth clenched as he felt her walls tighten against his length again, and he let go, a groan of pleasure escaping him as he gave one final thrust and released into her.
"Oh, God..." he moaned. The truth was, he'd never expected it to happen like *this*, but he certainly couldn't complain. And shit... He was going to have to go back out there to give his two cents to Coach about not getting the fans' votes. "... Mmm." He groaned as he straightened up, moving away from her, and Lita put her thong and pants back in place as he tucked himself into his tights. "I'll be back soon," he said simply, then turned and left the room.
Lita still stood in her spot against the lockers, her heart sinking as she stared at the door through which he'd just
departed.