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Edge tried to keep the suspicion out of his eyes as Lita returned. He'd seen her head back down to the basement, and sure enough, he'd also seen O'Haire follow her down shortly after. What the hell was going on between them? He had half a mind to confront the Evolution bassist when the redhead was elsewhere. He trusted that man just about as far as he could throw him!
She offered him a beautiful, bright smile as she approached.
"I'm back - did you miss me?" The redhead pressed up on her tiptoes to place a quick yet lingering kiss on his lips.
"Yeah," he replied with a smile of his own. "But where did you disappear to?" he eyed her curiously, trying his best not to appear suspicious or mistrustful. But he really, really wanted and needed to gauge her reactions.
Lita shrugged, though she hoped he wouldn't notice the way she swallowed at his inquiry, or the sudden quickened rhythm of her heart.
"Nowhere. Just had to talk to Stephanie for awhile."
"Really?" He arched a brow as he examined her. She seemed to be perfectly calm in his eyes, and a guilty person would be anything *but* in such a situation. Still, he voiced the word more as a statement than a question. He knew what he'd seen - O'Haire had gone downstairs only a moment after she had, and he knew when a guy had the hots for a woman. As a guy himself, he *knew* these things.
"Hey, so..." the redhead said, her hand suggestively toying at his arm, her finger running up and down the bare skin. "... What about tonight?" She smiled, her face full of promises.
Edge couldn't help but smile as well in spite of the jealousy that still coursed through him. He loved her female aggressiveness. She liked to take initiative, and that was something he enjoyed about her.
He began to wonder if he'd made a big mistake in doubting her. After all, he knew that Lita was friends with Sean O'Haire and the other man had been in her life before *he* had. Was he being just a tad unfair? He began to resent his jealousy. But he couldn't help it. For some reason, the thought of the beautiful redhead with anyone else drove him nuts - but he realized that was because he was crazy about her.
"Mmm..." he said, wrapping an arm around her waist, drawing her nearer to him. "... What do you have in mind?"
Amy smiled and raised a hand to stroke his long, silky blond hair. She gave a soft, throaty laugh. <>"I was actually talking about our set for the show," she revealed, "but I like where your mind is much better."
Edge chuckled as he placed a hand into her lush auburn hair, his head ducking to her level. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted O'Haire, and again, his jealousy suddenly shot up a dozen notches. Keeping one eye on the other man, he pulled Lita closer against him, nuzzling her before fully consuming her lips.
She let out a soft moan as she instantly responded, melting fully into his touch. It was like a slice of heaven, and she loved the feel of his body pressed to hers, the warmth and masculinity of him, his scent. She all but forgot about her anxieties from earlier, and from past days. She just about lost herself in Edge's touch, in his kiss.
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"Hey, Shane." Sean waved at the spry bartender, who offered him a smile. The two men had become friends in the short time since Ric Flair had brought Evolution here to In The Raw.
"Hey, how's it goin'?" Helms asked, his hands pressed flat on the bar as he greeted the bigger man. "What can I get you?"
"A Budweiser will be good," O'Haire replied. He cast a quick glance toward Amy and her new boyfriend but then looked away, knowing the redhead wouldn't want any trouble. And speaking of trouble, he noticed Torrie Wilson as she strode her way over.
"Hello, Sean," the platinum blonde said brightly, all smiles. She flashed her dimples and pearly whites at him, and he groaned inside. Whenever she was so nice to people, the woman seemed to *want* something.
"Hi, Torrie."
"Do you have a minute?" she asked. "I'd like to talk to you."
Sean fleetingly wondered where Dave was. He fully knew how Torrie was and what she was all about, and the last thing he needed was for there to be trouble between himself and Batista, whom he considered a friend - especially if it were because of Torrie. But he didn't see the other man around anywhere, and his curiosity was already getting the better of him. After all, what could Torrie *possibly* have to talk to him about?
"Yeah," he replied as he placed some bills on the bar's counter top for Shane, "I do have a minute."