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Christian let out a soft groan as he and Lita continued kissing, hands groping at one another repeatedly. And oh, God... He thought he might just about explode when he suddenly felt her hand travel lower, rubbing at him through his jeans. He was rock-hard, and ready to cash in on the bet.

Quickly repositioning the redhead so that he was kneeling behind her on the bed, the blond man pulled at her shirt, kissing the nape of her neck as he did so. In seconds, she was out of the tank top, and he trailed kisses on the side of the surgically-repaired bodypart as his hands snaked to her chest to cup and knead her breasts. And shit... *Why* was her bra still on?

As the Canadian went for the hooks on the undergarment, his hands fumbling in the process, Lita turned to face him, preventing his task. In a second, her arms went up and around his neck to pull him down to her again, her lips and tongue hot and demanding as she kissed him.

Christian kissed her back ardently, a soft whimper escaping him as he throbbed and pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans. Oh, God, he was about to go mad here... And then, the diva gently but forcefully pushed him down on his back, coming to straddle him, the pupils of her hazel eyes strangely dilated. He enjoyed the way she was suddenly in control except for the discomfort in his pants - discomfort that intermingled with pain here and there.

Then, a moment later, Christian let out a sigh of relief as Lita suddenly reached down to unbutton and unzipper the unforgiving denim. God, that felt so much better... She lowered herself a bit so that she was pressing against his erection. The sensation felt so good, the blond had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying out. He could only *imagine* what heaven it would feel like once he was inside of her...

The blond man couldn't believe it. His head was practically spinning as the diva bent forward again for another kiss. He was actually going to get his chance to fuck Lita!

Christian let out a moan as the redhead's hand was suddenly inside of his jeans, and she slipped it past his underwear, touching the hard flesh. She too released a soft moan from her lips as she fondled him, their kisses growing more wild and intense... And then...

"You fucking little prick! I'll *kill* you!"

Both Lita and Christian gave more than a start, startled beyond belief to hear the voice, to know that, suddenly, they were no longer alone.

As impossible as it seemed, Edge was standing in the room, near the door, his eyes wide with fury as he glared at him. His brother was *here*... As he leapt up from the bed, quickly readjusting his pants, Christian noted the keycard in his hand.

"Edge? How...? What are you doing here?!" Lita cried, so shocked to see the tall blond that she didn't even bother attempting to cover herself up. It was only when Edge's green eyes scanned her up and down that she came back to herself, and she quickly, self-consciously crossed her arms over her breasts.

"I'm here," the tall Canadian began, his eyes narrowing to murderous slits as he focused his gaze back to Christian, "to kill my bastard of a brother!"

The younger man's eyes shifted nervously, his mouth too dry for him to even speak. Holy shit... Christian wondered what in hell this was all about, what Edge knew...

"What?! Why?" the redhead cried incredulously, her gaze going from the older brother to the younger. "He hasn't done anything wrong! And I resent you barging into my hotel room like some crazed maniac!"

Edge nodded, as he'd suspected as much. Lita didn't know a damn thing of what was really going on here - Trish had obviously never told her, and she hadn't seen the footage of the petite blonde overhearing Christian and Jericho's conversation earlier that night.

The tall blond man didn't fail to notice the way his brother's eyes were shifting all over the place - as though he were plotting a way to get out of here before he spilled the beans. The creepy little bastard, as Stone Cold Steve Austin called him... He couldn't believe how close Christian had come to making good on that stupid bet.

"Lita... Christian is playing you," Edge blurted, but the redheaded diva's expression didn't falter. She simply continued to eye him with annoyance.

"No he's not..." she protested. "He's been nothing but sweet to me - he got me my job back a month ago when Bischoff had fired me!"

"Right... and that was all just a part of his and Jericho's game."

Lita cocked her head, her face now registering confusion.

"What's Jericho got to do with all of this?"

"Oh, a whole hell of a lot," Edge went on. "You see, he and my pathetic excuse for a brother made a bet to see which one of them could get the diva of his choice into bed first - for a whole Canadian dollar!"

Lita's eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping in disbelief, but the tall blond continued.

"Trish found out about it already - she overheard that jackass Jericho talking to *this*-" He gestured toward his brother. "I guess she couldn't work up the nerve to tell you."

"But... but-"

Then, before the redhead could utter another syllable, Edge suddenly lunged for Christian, doing exactly what he'd set out to do in the first place - he beat the hell out of him...