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{It's too late to turn back
When the green lights flash
It's too late to turn around
When the love goes down
Your fire, my fate
This woman won't wait
So love beam your laser light
Get ready, gonna take this flight...}
Her eyes scanned over his long, lean but chisled, black leather-clad body slowly, as though she had trouble believing he was really there.
At the very same time she was looking at him, *he* was intently studying *her*. His bright green eyes seemed full of longing as he raised them back to her face.
Their eyes met, and it was electric. No doubt about it - there was no denying the electricity between them.
Edge licked his lips, a grin coming to his sharply handsome face. His gaze still locked with hers, he finally did the honors and spoke first.
"Hey... Long time, huh?"
Lita blinked, butterflies fluttering like crazy in her stomach, her heart pounding at least a million beats per second. Her mouth had run dry, and she'd been struck speechless. She knew he'd been about to make his return to the WWE after being out with the same neck injury and subsequent surgery *she'd* had, but she'd thought that would happen in April. Not that she was complaining - he was such a welcome sight, she was nearly overwhelmed. It had been so long since she'd seen him - *far* too long.
"Yeah..." she finally managed, a tiny smile playing at her lips. God, he was gorgeous. He also appeared to be slightly bigger than she remembered him, and she bit her lip as her gaze swept over him again.
{You're so wild (you're wild and willing)
So wild (your spirit's free)
You're such a wild, wild child
Oh baby, go wild with me...}
Edge arched a brow, his breathing still somewhat heavy, as he'd just returned backstage after his appearance out in the ring. He'd run out there - his first time in a WWE ring since just over thirteen months ago - and speared RAW General Manager Eric Bischoff. He knew that, especially now that he'd been chosen in the draft to be on RAW, he'd no doubt put himself on the GM's shit list, but damn it, he'd grown tired of the man. He'd *had* to put an end to Bischoff's mindless tirade. And then, he'd returned back here, only to run into *her*... The beautiful redhead was out here in the hall, apparently having just come out of the RAW divas' locker room. She was clad in a snug, cutoff RAW T-shirt and a pair of her now trademark short shorts. She looked absolutely breathtaking, as far as he was concerned.
{Two hearts, one mind
Baby, you're my kind
You're too hot, you're too much
You've got that personal touch
Push button, play thing
You make my back door ring
You fight fire with a little fire baby
You oughtta know you make this little girl sing...}
"You attacked Bischoff..." the redhead said, her tone flat, as she was still in shock that he was really standing only a couple of feet away from her. She'd witnessed the entire scene on the TV monitor in the locker room, hardly able to believe her eyes. And, childish as it was, she'd even pinched herself to ensure she was not dreaming.
"Yeah," Edge said, raking a hand through his long blond hair. "I just couldn't take his crap anymore - so I decided to do something about it. Besides," he continued, "I had to pay him back for the hell he'd put you through awhile back..."
Lita blinked, her breath catching in her throat at his words. He'd speared Bischoff to avenge the man firing her those two times, for harassing her...
"You mean... you did that-"
"For *you*, Lita," the blond man concluded for her. "Yes, for *you*..."
She was simply in awe. And, judging by the soft, gentle way he was looking at her, he still had tender feelings for her. It took her breath away. The memory of that one *night* - before she'd suffered her injury - took her breath away... They hadn't done anything but talk, but it had meant more to her than she could say. He'd confessed to liking her as more than a friend - shocking her, as she'd felt the same way toward him. And then, shortly after, she'd gotten hurt on the set of Dark Angel. Not less than a year later, *he'd* broken *his* neck. They'd still spoken, seen each other occasionally - but things had never been the same.
After a moment, where they just stared at each other in silence, Lita ducked her head, a sadness coming over her.
"What's wrong?" the tall blond man asked, concern sweeping through him. One minute, she'd looked pretty happy, then the next, she looked so sad. He wondered if it was anything he'd said or done - or *hadn't* done.
She tilted her head slightly, hazel eyes shifting from the floor to his green.
"I just remembered... the trades," she said softly. She bit her lip as Edge's face showed understanding. "It's just... Well, now that you're here, drafted for RAW... I don't want to end up being traded to SmackDown..."
The Canadian stepped closer to her, his heart thudding extra hard in his chest - partly because of her nearness, but also due to fear of what she was afraid would happen coming to frution. He'd waited two long years to be near her again, to be on the same show as she, and he didn't know what he might do if she *were* traded.
"I'd better get back to..." The redhead's face looked sadder still, and Edge could swear her eyes were welling up with tears. She hooked a thumb over her shoulder, knowing she had to return to the RAW superstars' room.
Then, the blond man watched the diva walk away, his gaze fixed on
her. He made a mental note to find her later on, after the show.