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"So, it's all set," Lita said as she continued to knead the firm, supple muscles of Edge's neck, shoulders and upper back. "Jeff and Matt agreed in a heartbeat."
"Good," the blond man said. "Mmm..." He couldn't supress the murmur of satisfaction at the massage the redhead was administering to him.
"They're going to help me in making Dean's life a miserable one. All that stuff aside... I know I can beat him one-on-one, Edge - I know I can!"
The Canadian reached back to gently remove her hands from his shoulders, pulling her around so that she was in front of him.
"You're still on that?" he asked with displeasure, his green eyes filled with concern. He could help but recall the night of Armageddon. He'd sought out Malenko backstage after the match in which his Radicalz team had defeated Team Xtreme after he'd made Lita tap out to the Texas Cloverleaf. He hadn't exactly given away his secret relationship with the redhead, but he'd flat-out told Dean to leave her alone. The man had given him a strange look but surprisingly not said much.
"You sound just like Matt, you know that?" Lita was saying. She knew it was not the right thing to say, never mind the fact that her boyfriend and Matt Hardy hated each other and that Edge would probably be offended, but it was the truth. "I have something to prove to Dean, all the fans - but most importantly, to myself. I need a match against him."
"Bullshit," Edge said, his large hands reaching for both of her small ones. "You don't have to prove a damn thing to anyone, Lita... Malenko is an asshole, but he's also a dangerous asshole."
The redhead pouted defiantly, but she looked damn cute, he had to acknowledge.
"Are you kidding? He's harmless..."
"If he's so harmless," the blond man pointed out, "then why hasn't your back been the same since Armageddon? Better yet, since the beginning of the month after your first match against him!"
Lita bit her lip as she tried her best not to wince. She would much rather he'd forgotten about that by now. But he was right - her back had been aching ever since being put in the Texas Cloverleaf by the pervert back on the December 4th RAW. Luckily, however, thanks to heating pads, cold packs and Edge's loving hands, it hadn't been hurting quite as much lately.
"It's feeling much better now - you know that," the diva reminded him. "If that weren't the case, do you think I'd have been able to do everything I did last night?" A lascivious smirk crossed her lips as she moved her face closer to his, her hazel gaze intense. "I'd have never been able to keep up with you..."
Suddenly, a big, even almost goofy grin came to Edge's face, and he squeezed the redhead's hands. He couldn't get his mind off of it, except when he was busy worrying about her. They'd made their steamy home video the previous night, and they'd played it back that morning. For an amateur shooting, it had come out damn good, and the Canadian was glad his girlfriend had gotten enjoyment out of it - both during and watching it after. And after they'd turned it off and devoured one another yet again.
Lita licked her lips seductively as she studied the blond man's facial expression. On the thought of their video, she was starting to get aroused - not that just looking at Edge didn't turn her on as it was.
"Wanna watch again?"
"I have a better idea... Why don't we just act it all out again?" With that, Edge playfully
tackled Lita on the mattress, the redhead letting out a squeal until their lips met in a
passionate kiss that silenced her.