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"Of all the disgusting, slimy, creepy perverts!"
Lita shook her head as she looked up from where she sat on the hotel room bed. Edge was furious, his hands clenched into fists as he paced the small length of the floor before her.
"Baby, calm down..." she begged. She'd never seen him like this before, and it bothered her. Well, not so much because of his intensity, but she was beginning to worry that he was upset with her as well as that pervert Dean Malenko.
"Lita, you know what I want to do to that guy?" the blond man asked as he stopped to face her. His green eyes were slightly maniacal as he went on. "Let's just say I want to hurt him."
The redhead rose from her spot on the bed to go to him, her hands going up to his shoulders.
"I know... I know you do, Edge. But don't worry about Dean - he's a loser. I would never-"
"I know you'd 'never,'" he snapped, interrupting her. "It's just that I hate him and I want to kill him. And now he's actually demanded a match with you?!" He'd discovered that from Commissioner Foley, of all people, and it infuriated him more than anything else.
"Well... yeah," Lita replied, her hazel gaze fixed to his green eyes. He really was upset. "But don't worry, because I can beat him - I know I can."
Edge calmed down for a few seconds as he thought she was right. His girlfriend was one helluva wrestler, and she probably could beat Dean Malenko. Still, she was a woman, and she was most definitely not Chyna... He shook his head.
"I don't like it," he said. "I don't like the idea of you getting in the ring with him. He's got something up his sleeve, I know it."
"But Edge-"
The tall Canadian cut her off again.
"I bet he'll have one or more of his Radical buddies lying in wait - or maybe he'll just get in a few cheap feels and cheat to win the match. I know something is going to happen!"
"Edge, I can handle it," the redhead tried to assure him. "I'll be okay. Besides, don't forget that I have Matt and Jeff to back me up."
"You don't know how badly I wanna kick his ass..." the man hissed through his teeth.
"I think I do..." A tiny smile was suddenly playing at the diva's lips, and she moved forward, clasping her arms around his neck and placing her face close to his. "Mmm... you're so tense, Edge..."
The blond man began to relax as he wrapped his arms around her waist, sighing as he drew her against him.
"You're right... So, what are we gonna do about that?"
The redhead's face blossomed with a grin. Her voice was low and seductively husky as she spoke again, her lips near his ear as she stood on her tiptoes to speak into it. Her breath felt hot, which he found delicious.
"I can think of a few things..."
Edge grinned, all thoughts of Malenko gone for now as he focused only on Lita. He dipped his head to hers, capturing her lips in a passionate, dizzying kiss, a groan of contentment escaping him.
The redhead clung to him, one of her small hands coming up to tangle into his long blond hair. She leaned into him further, nearly purring as she felt him throbbing against her.
Blindly, as they continued kissing and grabbing at one another, they made their way to the bed. They collapsed on top of it, the Canadian fumbling with her shirt. He hovered over her, almost snarling as he managed to get it off of her, and she laughed softly as she took in the somewhat frustrated expression on his face.
Edge straddled Lita, his hands now fiddling with the button and zipper of her pants. Then, halfway through his efforts, he stopped as an idea suddenly struck him.
"Edge?" The redhead frowned as she caught the change in his face, wondering why he'd stopping ridding her of her clothing. "What's wrong?"
The blond man raked a hand through his hair and shook his head.
"Nothing's wrong... I was just... I just had a thought, but forget about it."
"What? No - what is it? Tell me!"
A sort of sheepish look came into his handsome features.
"Nah - you'd hate it. You'd probably laugh at me."
Lita shook her head vehemently.
"No - never," she promised. "What is it? Come on, you're starting to scare me..."
"Don't be scared, Li... It's just... Well, I was thinking about my new camcorder, and..." He let his voice trail off, his gaze pointedly at the bed.
The diva's eyes widened in surprise as she realized what he was trying to say.
"You... you want to tape us...?"
Edge groaned.
"I told you you'd hate the idea. It was just a thought - no biggie."
"I'll do it."
"Huh?"
Lita gazed up at him, a hunger in her hazel eyes as she reached up to pull him down to her again.
"I said I'll do it..."