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Lita's eyes fluttered open slowly that next morning as she came awake. Instantly, she was aware of the pair of strong arms wrapped around her - one under her and clasped around her waist, the other higher, a large, warm hand on her breast.
She smiled as she snuggled back against the blond man, whom she could tell was still asleep. It was such a nice feeling, awaking in his strong arms. Then, after a few minutes, she turned around as slightly as she could manage, as she didn't want to wake him.
However, when she turned around, coming face-to-face with Edge, she discovered he was, at least now, indeed awake.
"Hi," he said softly, a small smile touching his full lips. His sleepy green eyes were shining as they fixed on her hazel. In fact, his gaze was so intense, the redhead felt a chill race up her spine. Had she not been under the blanket and in the man's embrace, she probably would have shivered.
"Hi yourself," she said, her gaze tender as she locked eyes with him. She smiled, loving the way she was feeling just looking at him. "You sleep okay?"
"I slept great," Edge replied, one of his hands coming up to press gently against her cheek. He marveled at the softness of her skin as he stroked it, then slid his hand slightly to her hair, his long fingers gently brushing through the silky red locks. "A lot better than I have in months, to tell the truth."
Lita's breath caught in her throat, her gaze still on his beautiful green eyes as he spoke and caressed her. She swore she could lose herself in those foresty depths. And then, melting her even further, the blond man gently tugged her closer, his lips soft yet demanding as they met hers, his tongue hot and wonderful as it tangled with hers. The kiss went on and on, so long and full of passion and feeling that she felt dizzy - not to mention highly aroused.
She gasped slightly as he broke the kiss, and she was thoroughly aware of his erection throbbing against her belly. He chuckled at her obvious reaction, amused, his eyes merry as he watched her face.
"He's saying 'good morning,' too," he said, still chuckling.
The redhead giggled as she glanced down his body, then back up to meet his eyes again. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled him against her for another kiss, full of excitement and intensity. As she grew more forceful, her tongue plunging deeply into his mouth, her right hand snaked down his body, finding him, working him to full rock-hardness.
"God, Lita..." he breathed, a groan escaping him at the sensation of her touching him. She excited him so much. And after last night, he knew he would never be able to quench his thirst for her. The only thing that would do that was more - more of her.
Letting out a growl, Edge gripped her tightly around the waist, flipping her over so that she was on her back, and he straddled her nude body with his own, leaning down to capture her lips again. He moaned in her mouth as the kiss deepened, feeling her small hand again on his swollen member. God, she was hardly doing anything, but her just touching him drove him wild.
Breaking the kiss, he spread her long, shapely legs, gazing down into her face with desire. She gazed up at him with want equal to that of his own, her hazel eyes reduced to near slits, her breathing heavy. He reached down, gripping himself as he slid his tip just into her. He teased, tantalized like this for a moment before thrusting fully into her, and she let out an exclamation of satisfaction as she felt his entirety.
Lita reached up with both hands, cupping the blond man's face and pulling him down to her for yet another searing kiss. Her tongue was soft, but alternately firm and very demanding as she explored every crevice of his mouth. And by God, she drove him wild.
She was soon crying out softly, meeting him with upward motions of her own, her breath coming in even faster. She'd never had it like this before, never had a better lover than him. He was... perfect.
Before long, she was crying out his name in utmost pleasure, her legs clasped even more tightly around his waist as she tried desperately to contain him as deeply as possible inside of her. He smiled at her ecstasy, loving that he'd brought her to that place, and let out a growl as he felt his own orgasm hit.
"Lita!" he cried. "Good, God, Lita..." He lowered his head as he came, gently biting into her shoulder as he emptied himself into her. If anything, this was even better than it had been last night.
After a few minutes, the redhead lay there in the warm circle of his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, a look of peace on her beautiful features. Edge felt an incredible sense of peace himself, just watching her.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Hmm? Sure," he replied.
She turned her head just enough to meet his emerald eyes.
"I'm really just curious," she said softly. "How much money did Christian and Dawn Marie steal from you?"
The blond man sighed.
"Little more than three million," he admitted sadly.
"Oh, my... Wow," she simply said. She was silent as she was thoughtful for long moments, and the Canadian wondered what was going on through her head. Then, "Well... I don't have to be at work until the afternoon today. So, it looks like I have a few free hours to kill." She smiled at him sort of slyly, and he arched a brow in amusement.
"Well, we'll have to figure out what to do with all this time we've got, won't we?" A grin came to his handsome face as he turned slightly to meet her approaching lips.
*
"Come on, Trish! Take the rest of my shift!"
Trish Stratus snorted audibly as she weaved around the tables, clearing away dishes and utensils, and she wished she could just get away from Torrie. The tall blonde was annoying her to no end, and she just wanted to get her work done so she could leave.
"Oh, c'mon!" the platinum blonde waitress begged. "*I'd* do it for *you*! I have to be somewhere tonight."
The shorter woman spun on her heel, facing her.
"Well, so do I," she reminded her. "I have class, remember?"
"Eww... Why can't you just cut?" Torrie suggested rudely.
"I'm not gonna cut," Trish snapped. "I *care* about school, and I'm going so I can make a better life for myself."
Torrie rolled her blue eyes, annoyance beginning to take over due to the other woman's refusal to help her out.
"Come on - be a pal."
"No!" the petite blonde said in a loud whisper. Her brown eyes were full of unhidden anger as she turned back to the other waitress. "We're not even friends, but that's not even the point."
"What do you mean?"
Trish scoffed as she practically spat the words out.
"I'm not gonna take over your shift and miss my classes just so you can go stripping for some horny jerks across town."
Torrie's blue eyes widened in shock for a split second before they grew furious. Instead of replying immediately, she followed the other woman into the kitchen, where Trish deposited the dirty dishes and utensils into the sink.
"You better take that back, you bitch!" the tall blonde hissed, and Chris Jericho, over by the stove, turned sharply toward the two women. What in hell was going on here?
"No!" Trish shouted, shaking her head vehemently. "I won't, because we both know it's true!"
"Ha!" Torrie snapped. "You're really one to talk, Trish - when meanwhile, *you* are the one who was stripping a few years back."
The short blonde froze in her tracks, her brown eyes widening at her co-worker's words. She couldn't speak, couldn't even move. All she could do was wonder how in hell the other woman had found out...
Torrie smiled with triumph, her blue eyes glittering cruelly.
"And that's not *all* you did, either," she said, shaking her head. "And everyone has the *nerve* to call *me* a whore! *You*, Trishy dear, are the biggest whore this town has ever seen!"
"Shut up!" Jericho suddenly shouted at the tall blonde, shock giving way for rage as he suddenly noticed Trish's shoulders shaking with sudden sobs.
"Oh, please!" the woman shouted. "You insist on defending a worthless slut who used to prostitute herself? How pathetic..."
Trish stood still for another few seconds, the tears streaming down her cheeks as she absorbed all of Torrie's words, then something inside of her seemed to break and snap.
"I *hate* you!" The little blonde hurled herself at the taller woman, taking her down with a spear and punching her in the face. Torrie let out a short squeal that was cut short by Trish's fist to her jaw.
Chris shouted as he dropped the spatula he'd been holding, ignoring the food he'd been cooking at the stove to run over to the two women. He stooped over to grab Trish, pulling her off of Torrie and holding her up. And damn it, she was literally shaking with rage.
"It's okay, sweetheart," he said soothingly, running his free hand down her blonde hair to smooth it. "Don't listen to her. You're so much better than that."
Trish looked from his kind and compassionate blue eyes to Torrie, her brown eyes again filling with rage as she glared at the tall woman, who'd just stood up and was now straightening out her uniform.
"If you ever... throw my past in my face again, I'll make you regret ever being born..." she hissed in a low tone.
Torrie flinched slightly, fear flickering in her blue eyes. Instead of responding, she shook her head, then turned and fled the kitchen without a word.
The second the platinum blonde was gone, Trish broke into tears again, her entire petite body shaking with the extent of them. Chris held her close, tightly in his arms as he tried his best to calm her. He ran one hand gently over her long blonde hair and down her back, rocking her slightly against him.
"Shh... It's okay, sweetie. I promise, it's okay."