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{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 backdoor ring
You fight fire with a little fire baby
You oughta know you make this little girl sing...}
Edge made his way down the hotel hallway tentatively, one thing on his mind - on one person and one person only.
Lita's lovely face was in his mind as he continued down the corridor. He'd been looking forward to seeing her again all night since running into her in the arena hallway.
He'd meant what he'd told the redhead earlier that night - he'd gone out to the ring when Bischoff had been in there making his speech as a means of vengeance - vengeance against the RAW General Manager for all the crap he'd given Lita. The man was, simply put, an asshole. First he'd fired the redhead last April, and then, in November, with the help of that rat Matt Hardy, he'd set her up and fired her yet again. It had seemed that Bischoff had been hellbent on making the diva's life miserable, and for no reason other than his own personal amusement.
The tall blond man stopped abruptly as he arrived at the correct room - 316. When he'd called her cell phone a short time earlier on his own, she'd told him that was her room number. He swallowed in nervous but simultaneously delicious anticipation as he rapped five times with his knuckles.
Edge's breath was nearly taken away as, a moment later, the door opened and Lita stood in the doorway. She looked beautiful, her red hair damp from a recent shower. She wore a worn black 7 Seconds T-shirt and a cozy-looking pair of olive green cargo pants. He found the clean, fresh scent of the soap and shampoo from her shower intoxicating.
"Hi..." she said, offering him a genuine, if slightly shy, smile.
"Hey..."
The redhead held the door open wider to allow him entrance, then closed and locked the door behind him. She bit her lip as she turned back to face him, her gaze following his tall form as he took a seat. He chose one of the chairs at the small table near the window.
She held her breath as she made her way to the bed to sit, folding her legs beneath her. Her gaze shyly traveled to Edge, the blond man studying her with an intense scrutiny. She felt extremely self-conscious under that gaze. It wasn't because the blond man made her feel uncomfortable, but because of how she felt about him. She wondered how he would feel if he knew...
The Canadian cocked his head to one side, then leaned forward, his hands folded, forearms resting on his thighs.
"Thank you for letting me visit," he said softly. "I know you would probably rather be alone."
"No-" Lita cut her own speech off as she examined his handsome face. She could hardly believe he was here - in her hotel room but also finally back in the WWE after his neck injury. She cocked her head as she regarded him.
"I'm glad you're here... Why... Why did you do that stuff - attack Bischoff - for *me*?"
Edge raised a hand and raked it through his long blond hair. Then, his gaze fixed to her, unwavering, he spoke.
"Do you really have to ask that, Lita?"
Her lips parted as she searched his expression, those intense green eyes that were so full of depth.
She didn't say a word for long moments, and then the Canadian finally continued.
"I did it because it was the right thing to do... There was no justice when Bischoff fired you. You did nothng to deserve that." Edge's gaze was strong and piercing, and the redhead felt shivers running up her spine. "But most importantly, I did it because I love you, Lita..."
The diva's breath caught in her throat, her heart nearly stopping. Had she heard him right? She *couldn't* have.
"Wh-what?" she asked, her eyes widening somewhat. She must have been mistaken in what she thought she'd heard.
The blond man flinched, his previous composure slipping away. He'd been nervous as hell, despite appearances, to tell her the truth. After debating with himself, he'd decided she deserved to know how he really felt. But he hadn't expected this kind of reaction from her. It crushed him.
"I'm... I'm sorry." Damn it... He never should have bothered her. Without another word, he rose and started for the door to leave.
Lita watched him for a beat, still in shock, before snapping back to reality and rising to go after him.
{Do your little shake baby rattle and roll
Ring my bell baby do my soul
Don't let the grass grow under my feet
Bang my drum baby feel my beat...}
She was right behind him, so close he could feel the heat of her.
"Edge..."
The tall blond man turned around to face her, something shining in her hazel eyes. Then, she moved closer, reaching up to pull his head down to hers. It all happened so quickly, he thought it felt like a dream.
The kiss started out softly, full of affection as Lita tangled her hands into his long hair. Edge wrapped his arms around her, deepening it by teasing her mouth with his tongue.
Her hands traveled underneath his black shirt, and his abs jumped a bit at her touch. He groaned inside of her mouth as he grew hard against her.
He'd meant what he'd said - he *did* love her...
The next thing he knew, they were out of their clothing, and the blond man lay the redhead on her back on the bed. He positioned himself between her legs, noting the desire in her eyes.
Their lovemaking was so intense and amazing, and far better than he could have imagined in fantasy. They were a perfect fit in every way. The clung to one another, both of them reaching the brink simultaneously, and afterward, Edge collapsed on the bed beside her, his arm going around her naked waist.
"Edge?"
The blond man turned his head to meet her eyes, his breathing still heavy.
"I love you, too..."
The Canadian let out a soft, satisfied chuckle before pressing a kiss to her lips.
// End //