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Lita crossed her arms over her chest as she hurried on down the hallway. She knew Edge wanted to speak to her, and she instinctively sensed that he would want to do so in the most remote corridor of the arena. She only hoped talking was all he'd want to do there.
The Women's champion couldn't help the tiny smile that suddenly graced her lips at that mischievous thought. She recalled that morning, and how hot things had gotten between them during that shower. And whoa - if she didn't watch herself, she might actually start drooling - a grown woman, right here in the hallway.
She turned a corner and nearly yelped in surprise as her right arm was suddenly grabbed. She spun around to see him, and she calmed down instantly, fitting herself into the niche of the corridor with him.
Edge inched closer to the wall as he peered out to ensure that no one was headed in their direction, and then, satisfied, he turned back to face her. He ran a hand through his long blond hair quickly before speaking.
"Thanks for meeting me so fast, babe..."
"No problem - for you, anything," she replied with a small smile. She refrained from kissing him, as she could easily detect the 'all business' expression on his face. "What's up?"
The handsome blond frowned. "I hated that match Foley put you in," he admitted. "Why were you so quick to agree to that little witch's challenge for a bra and panties match?"
Lita rolled her eyes. "It's just like I told Foley earlier - anything to get my hands on Trish...She knows she couldn't beat me in a real match - so I played along and allowed her to have her silly little delusions that she might actually stand a chance."
The Canadian nodded as though in comprehension, but the reality of the matter still stood that he hated that his girlfriend had been stripped down to her bra on live national television - in front of millions of viewers.
"Yeah, I get that part of it, Li...but I hate the idea of who knows how many millions of horny, perverted assholes gawking at my girlfriend in her bra. Look at that reekazoid Lawler - he was practically tripping over his tongue out there when Trish ripped off your shirt! Damn dirty old man!"
"Aww, Edge..." the redhead said, her expression softening into a small smile. "You were jealous! That is so sweet!"
To both their surprise, the blond man actually blushed. His face wore a sheepish expression as he again raked a hand through his long hair.
"Well...err...I guess you can say that." He didn't dare tell her that he'd been seriously considering marching into Foley's office to let the Commissioner have it for putting Lita in such a match. He wasn't quite sure she would find that so cute.
The redhead moved closer so that her arms went up to encircle his neck. At the same time, Edge wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her securely against him. They kissed briefly before hearing voices nearby, and they froze.
When they were certain the people had gone, Edge dared to glance down the hallway, and he gestured to Lita.
"Looks like it's all clear...Come on," he continued, "I've got an interview and a match to prepare for."
The Women's champion gave him a winning smile. Despite everything this man had done and continued to do to the Hardy Boyz, she couldn't help feeling as though she could very easily fall in love with him. Naturally, she wasn't there yet, as it had only been a week - but she already cared for him and had deep and ever-growing feelings for him.
Yup, she thought, life is funny...