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An hour had passed, another two drinks had gone down the hatch, and Lita was feeling silly and giddy - and warm and fuzzy inside.
She was actually having a good time sitting there with Edge, who was normally so obnoxious toward her. She pushed aside the now-empty glass that had held her fifth margarita and stared at the man sitting across from her, unable to contain the giggle that escaped her.
"What's so funny, Red?"
"You are!" the diva said, pointing at him. "And so are you..." She pointed at just to his left. "...and you, too! I see three of you - uh oh, I'd better watch out..." She burst into another fit of laughter.
"Know what?" the blond man quipped with a half-smile, half-smirk. "I think you've had enough...come on, little girl..." He stood up, a bit unsteady on his feet as he eyed the glasses the redhead had emptied. He couldn't believe she'd actually downed five margaritas. Damn, that was tequila - hard liquor - whereas he'd only had beer - seven of them, but it wasn't exactly tequila.
Lita tried to stand but wobbled on her feet, sinking back into the booth. The tall blond man came forth and yanked her by the hand, helping her out of her seat, and they left the bar, leaning on one another for mutual support.
The Women's champion burst out laughing as they made their way as best they could up the stairs.
"Well, gouge me in the eye with a fork! As I live and breathe, Edge actually has it in 'im to be a gentleman!"
"But of course..." the man said. "...and how dare you think otherwise!" He laughed as the redhead almost lost her balance as they turned a corridor.
He walked her to her room, then she pulled out her keycard, holding it up to him as if it were something of great interest.
"Well, g'night, Lita..." Edge said as she opened the door, leaning against it.
"Wait!" she cried, reaching out to touch him on the arm as he turned to leave. "Come in for a little while..." As he turned back to face her, she gave him a tempestuous little smile he found irresistible.
Without even thinking anything unusual about such a request from such a person, the blond Canadian stepped inside with her. "Well, I don't mind if I do..."
Lita closed the door behind him, then turned around, putting her hand in his. They gazed wordlessly into one another's eyes for a beat until the redhead could stand it no longer, and she burst into a fit of giggles.
Although he had no clue as to what she found so hilarious, Edge joined her in the laughing. Hell, everything was funny at this point. The entire room was spinning - or was it his head?
Lita stumbled, allowing herself to slide to the floor, coming to end up on her knees. Her hand slipped from the blond man's, and she grabbed hold of one of his long, denim-clad legs to keep herself in an upright position.
"What are you doing?" And then he wondered what in hell he was asking her that for. In the position she was in at the moment, if she wanted to, she could just as easily unzipper his jeans, whip him out and give him a blowjob.
God, the images he suddenly conjured up at that thought. Edge suddenly found himself growing hard. He wondered if Lita would even notice. She seemed pretty out of it.
The tall Canadian allowed himself to drop to the floor beside her, wincing and cursing a bit because of the pain the jerky movements caused.
Lita apparently didn't notice - his hard-on or his reaction to the pain going through him. She merely giggled, one hand on his shoulder, the other up to her mouth.
"Come 'ere..." she said, trying her damndest to be serious for a moment. "...I wanna tell you a secret, Edge..."
He leaned over a bit, shifting and wincing as he was still pressing painfully against his zipper. Damn it, this woman turned him on so fiercely, and she hadn't even done anything to him. Hell, she hadn't even so much as kissed him.
Lowering her voice to a whisper, the redhead cupped one hand around his ear. "I have always thought you were gorgeous..."
He grinned at her. "Really? Me?" She nodded, and he laughed. "Well, lovely Lita, let me tell you a little secret..."
As she leaned forward again, a smile of anticipation on her pretty face, the blond man suddenly tackled her so that they both ended up not only sitting on the floor but lying on it.
To Edge's vast shock and pleasant surprise, Lita didn't even try to shove him off of her as he would have expected. No, her reaction was quite the opposite. He dared to put his hands on either side of her face, pulling her close to him, and kissed her. She responded instantly, and he chuckled softly with the surprise he felt as they continued kissing. He tasted the sweetness of the margaritas she'd drank as her tongue darted into his mouth almost forcefully, her intensity nearly overwhelming him.
Somehow, someway, Lita had rolled over him, because suddenly she was on top of him. Edge had no idea how that happened, but, at the moment, he didn't care, either. God, this woman drove him wild...
Somehow, they ended up on the bed, and Lita was stripping her clothes off for him as he was laying there, feeling as though he might burst. She tossed her T-shirt to the floor after flinging it around her head like a lasso.
"Yum..." Edge said, licking his lips as he gazed at her in her black lace bra. And then she was on top of him again...
The blond man felt as though he were in heaven. Oh, please, God...I don't ask for much, but let me be sober enough to remember this for a long, long time... he thought.