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Lita blinked and recoiled in the harsh sunlight despite the dark sunglasses she donned. She and Edge had just exited the hotel and had just stepped through the double doors to meet Jeff Hardy and Trish Stratus.
The redhead had called her rainbow-haired friend about an hour earlier, when she had grown composed enough to reach for her cell phone. The shock of the situation with Edge, the fact that she'd actually *married* him the previous night was still thickly with her, and she recalled the awkwardness of the next several minutes after their discussion about an annulment.
*Earlier that morning*
"Well..." Edge managed, running a hand through his long hair as he lowered his gaze to his legs. He could hardly believe he was in this bed with Lita naked beside him. It was all so very surreal as he tried his best to ignore his still-pounding headache. He had to get out of this bed and take a shower, throw his clothes on. He turned to glance over the redhead, who sat there and stared at him almost timidly. "We'd better get moving. You go on ahead and take a shower first."
Lita nodded, and she made a move as though to leave the bed, but then again became painfully aware of her nudity and held back. Casting an embarrassed gaze at him, she gestured with a nod of her head.
"Would you..." She blushed, and despite himself, the tall blond man couldn't help but find her absolutely adorable. "... turn your head... *Please*?"
"Yeah... okay." Edge did exactly as she requested, and he felt her rise off the mattress, her shadow falling on his face as she passed right by him to retrieve some clothing from her bag. Somehow, he managed to keep his eyes off her form until she breezed just by him toward the bathroom, and he just couldn't help it. And so, again, he was treated to an awesome sight of her beautiful female body in all its nude splendor. Fortunately for him, the diva didn't notice.
The moment the bathroom door clicked shut, the blond man let out a long, drawn breath, his heart pounding fast. Damn it, was it wrong that he'd been completely aroused by the sight he'd just beheld? It was *Lita*, for crissakes, and he'd long found her gorgeous. And why was he now envisioning her in the shower, soaping up her naked, wet body, her small, graceful hands roaming over her own body.
"Okay... stop it, Edge - stop it!" he told himself. Now that the both of them were sober and had their wits about them, there was no point in him getting all hot and bothered.
"You okay?" Edge asked, his gaze fixing on Lita, though the redhead couldn't see his eyes thanks to the mirrored sunglasses he wore. The diva seemed to be lost in thoughts, or perhaps even feeling lousy, as the expression on her face made him mentally question which was accurate.
She nodded.
"I was just... thinking," she replied. She allowed her gaze to sweep over the tall blond man, noting, not for the first time just how handsome he was. Yes, she definitely had herself a gorgeous husband. And then, she had to shake it off... How could she be thinking like this? Yes, Edge was her husband - but their impromptu wedding last night had been a drunken mistake, nothing more, nothing less. And they were waiting for their friends so they could go and get a quick annulment. Yet, the more she thought about it, the more she experienced a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. And why was that?
"Oh, there they are!"
They both looked up at the sound of the excited squeal of a voice to see Trish and Jeff finally exiting the doors of the hotel. The little blonde giggled as she held tightly to the Hardy Boy's hand. The two certainly seemed quite chummy to Edge, and he lowered his shades just enough to look them over. Interesting bit of events for sure.
"Good morning!" Trish chimed, all smiles as the pair stopped directly in front of Edge and Lita. She turned to look up into Jeff's face, the young man nodding greetings to his friends. "How did you newlyweds sleep last night?"
Lita reddened as her fellow diva burst into a fit of girlish laughter, and, to her shock, the colorful-headed man joined in with soft laughter of his own. She glared at them, particular at her best friend, annoyed that they would take such obvious enjoyment over all of this.
Edge arched a brow as he met his new wife's eyes speculatively. He let out a 'hmm' as he looked back at Jeff and Trish, then crossed his arms over his chest.
"Good to see you two are having fun at our expense." He sighed and raked a hand through his hair as his friends ceased their merriment.
"Sorry," the little blonde diva said seriously, trying her best not to break into further laughter.
"Anyway," Edge continued, pausing to glance at his watch, "why don't we just get a move on?"
"Okay," Jeff said as he surveyed each of the newlyweds in turn. "Are you two sure you wanna do this, though?"
Lita whipped her head sharply in his direction.
"What do you mean?"
"Aw, come on, Li," the young man said, a sly little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he looked from the redhead to the tall blond Canadian man. "Me and Trish and everyone else knows how crazy you guys are about each other."
Lita flushed a deep red, her face nearly matching the shade of her hair. For some reason, she couldn't even bring herself to look at Edge after Jeff had said that. Instead, she kept her hazel eyes averted from his and in fact couldn't even look at Jeff or Trish, either. But she kept her mouth shut, lest one or the other of those two decided to say something else smart.
Edge, however, noticed the redhead blushing and realized he'd never seen her do so as much in all the time he'd known her than she'd done today. Again, he found it cute - but he too held his tongue as the four of them headed for his rental car. They were going to do this, and get it over with... They were going to get that quickie annulment.
He wondered why a little voice inside of him kept telling him to turn back and not put the key in the ignition.