-1Title: Truth Hurts
Author: Shantay
Email: R…for the first chapter, PG13 for the rest
Content: Foul language, sex….
Timeline: anytime back in the day
Spoilers: Nothing really…
Summary: There's a lot more to the apparent hatred between Chris Jericho and Lita…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people…tear…
Distribution: Please just ask me first.
Lita burst through the door of the women's locker room. She didn't even want to look at another human being's face at the moment. She'd never imagined things getting this bad when she signed that contract to join the WWE.
She was sick of being talked down to. She was sick of being viewed as just a nice body and pretty face. Did her opinion not matter at all around here? She pulled her shirt over her head angrily and threw it across the room.
'Women aren't real wrestlers Lita. They're expendable. We can get rid of one pretty face and put another one there. So, if I were you, I would keep my mouth shut.'
Lita thought back to the meeting of all the Raw superstars that day with her favorite boss, the General Manager, Eric Bischoff. He didn't respect the females at all. Disgust filled her as she thought of him.
All she'd done was ask one simple question. One simple, valid question. When was the Women's Title going to be defended again? It had probably been over a month since the title had even been thought of. Instead of wasting time with those damn Bra and Panties matches, they could be having real matches.
Of course, good old Eric didn't like that opinion. He believed that the only thing the women were good for was participating in those degrading matches and walking around half-naked. That wasn't why Lita had become a wrestler. She didn't become a wrestler just to make sick, disgusting men happy. She wanted to actually wrestle.
But she'd already known what Bischoff's opinion would be. It was the response from the rest of the men in the locker room which ticked her off.
'You should just stay in a woman's place and be quiet. Let the men handle this.' 'Lita, that's not an important issue we need to address in this meeting. The World Heavyweight Championship is way more important.'
The so-called decent men didn't even try to defend her in any kind of way. That was the cost of being the only woman brave enough to speak up about the situation.
And to top off her shitty day, she'd lost to Victoria. Victoria was a great wrestler but lately, she hadn't won any matches without cheating somehow. Lita knew she could beat Victoria on an okay day, but she'd lost fair and square tonight.
She plopped down on the couch, leaning over and unlacing both of her boots. As she pulled off her boots, she heard knocking at the door. It had to be a man. No one was in there but her. Most of the other women had either left early or gone out to eat. She wasn't exactly in the mood to go out. She'd just taken a long walk after her match, wanting to avoid all people.
The knocking broke her train of thought. Maybe if she stayed quiet, they would go away. She stared closely at the door, praying they'd leave. She jumped as they knocked even harder and faster. Damnit, they were persistent. They had to know that someone was in the room because they damn sure weren't leaving anytime soon.
She stood, walking to the door. Maybe when she gave them a piece of her mind, they'd get the message and leave her alone. She pulled the door open.
Oh great, as though her day couldn't get any worse. "No one's here but me, so you can go." She tried to shut the door, but he put his hand up, blocking her effort.
"Someone's in a really bad mood." She noticed how his eyes scanned down her body and she remembered that she only had on her bra and wrestling shorts. She didn't care though. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her in less.
"What the hell do you want Jericho?"
A smug smirk spread across his face as he brought his eyes back up to hers. "I was actually looking for you."
"Oh great." She turned away from him, sitting back down on the couch. She knew him. He wasn't going away until he'd aggravated the hell out of her. She didn't notice that he'd closed the door behind himself and locked it.
"So, you lost to Victoria." He crossed his arms over his chest, pressing his lips together, trying to contain his laughter.
"And now you're here to rub it in." She didn't bother looking up at him. She pulled her bag over to her, digging through it.
"I know you can beat her. What happened?"
"I guess I'm having a bad day." She continued to look through her bag, although in all honesty, she had no clue what she was looking for.
"Could it have anything to do with the meeting earlier?"
She finally looked at him. He stood there, still smirking, watching her. She couldn't believe she was actually having a conversation with this man. "What the hell do you care?" She stood and walked right up to him, staring eye to eye with him. She liked showing him that he didn't intimidate her at all. She would never back down from him. "Why don't you just cut to the chase? What new smart-ass joke do you have for me today? What new ways have you thought of to torture me?"
He didn't back down from her either. He stared at her just as defiantly. That was something that aggravated her so much about the man standing in front of her. She could never win with him. And she definitely hated losing.
"I didn't think of any jokes today. I'm sure my presence alone tortures you." Damn that smirk.
"Why won't you ever leave me alone Chris? It's like you enjoy pissing me off. How about you stop being so damn selfish and think about someone else for once? We're not friends. So, there's no need for you to talk to me."
Although his smile stayed intact, she could see something in his eyes weaken for a second. Maybe she could actually get through to him for once.
"You're right. I do enjoy pissing you off." She sighed, her frown growing deeper. "And you call me selfish. You're about as selfish as anyone else. Remember way back when we actually were friends? Remember?"
"Don't go there." She turned away from him. Her blood was boiling now. He knew exactly how to get her worked up.
"Oh, looks like I've struck a nerve. What is it, Li? You can't take the truth. You always seem to think it's okay to point out everyone else's faults but your own."
That was enough. She'd had it. She spun back around, getting right in his face, just mere inches away from him. She pointed her finger at him irately. "First of all, don't call me Li! Second of all, you don't know a damn thing about me!"
Her face had turned almost as red as her hair. She felt like she could explode at that moment. He remained calm, but the smile had faded from his face. "I don't know one thing about you, huh?"
"No, you don't.", she spat out at him.
He nodded slowly, never taking his eyes off of hers. He'd be damned if he let her win this. He suddenly grabbed her face in his hands, crushing his lips against hers. She pushed at his chest, trying to free herself from his grip. He was holding on too tight. She found herself pushing less and less, until she stopped completely.
God, what was she doing? Why couldn't she fight him? Instead her hands were now running up his chest and into his hair and she was kissing him back. She should be resisting him, but she was giving in. Her brain was telling her to knee him or something but her body would do nothing but surrender.
His hold on her face loosened as the kiss deepened. He ran his tongue through her mouth expertly. A deep moan escaped her as he ran his tongue along the roof of her mouth. She pulled his hair tie out of his hair as he tilted his head, trying to gain better access to her mouth. She shuddered as he ran his hands down the bare skin on her arms, coming to rest on her waist.
He pushed her back to the table in the room. She gripped the edge of the table. He stopped kissing her and went to her neck. She licked her lips as he licked and nibbled at the sensitive skin on her neck. His mouth was hot on her skin. She was shocked when she moaned disappointedly as he left her neck.
Chris placed his hands on her waist again, easily lifting her onto the table behind her. She made sure she sat right on the edge, so she could still feel his body pressed against hers. He went back to kissing her throat. He worked his way down, leaving a hot trail to the crevice formed by her breasts. He grabbed one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing it gently through the bra as he licked at the exposed areas. She let her head fall back, leaving her body at his discretion.
Chris lifted his head, seeming to hesitate. Lita didn't ask any questions, waiting to see what he was going to do. He licked his lips, staring intently at her lower body. She gasped when he suddenly went for the button on her shorts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. She immediately went for his mouth, sighing softly into it as she felt his need for her.
She ran her hands under his t-shirt, her touch causing his muscles to jump. She felt him struggling to get her shorts off and she lifted up to help him out. The shorts fell to her feet and she kicked her legs out of them. She immediately locked her legs around his waist again, still needing his closeness. Chris then worked on the button to his own jeans, not wanting to wait any longer.
Lita reached down between them, just as eager as he was, and took hold of him. He groaned deep in his throat at the feel of her hand wrapped around him. She ran her hands up and down his length a few times, causing him to grow even stiffer than he already was. Her face still hadn't left his yet.
The more she pulled and squeezed, the closer he came to losing control. He grabbed her hand, reluctantly stopping her. He stopped kissing her. He didn't know what he was doing. He hadn't meant to go this far. It was just supposed to be a simple kiss. Now, he was afraid they'd gone too far to stop. He stepped back slightly, although her legs stayed locked around him.
Lita sighed softly. She brought her hand up, gently caressing his face. "Please, don't stop now Chris." She pressed her forehead against his. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips.
Damn, he couldn't resist her. Chris kissed her more fiercely. He traced his finger along the hem of her thong. A sharp gasp escaped her as he suddenly pushed her thong aside and entered her. She tightened her legs around his waist, trying to feel him deeper inside of her.
Chris increased the pace of his thrusting, in response to her heavy pants of need. Lita laid her head on his shoulder and dug her nails through his shirt, into the skin on his back. He continued to pump in and out of her, causing her pants to turn into moans. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip at the feel of her burning heat around him and the sound of her soft moans.
Lita brought her hands up to his hair, tangling the blonde strands around her fingers. She brought her mouth to his ear, breathing heavily into it. That action alone caused Chris to growl deep in his throat.
Her breathing grew even heavier as she felt herself coming closer and closer to her climax. She hugged him tighter, laying her head on his shoulder again, as he began to move faster. "Oh, Chris." She moaned loudly as she lost herself, shivers running through her body.
Chris couldn't hold on long after he felt her tighten around him, knowing that she had reached her climax. He released into her, holding her close to him.
Lita raised her head after a few moments and pressed her forehead against his. She stared into his eyes. She couldn't describe exactly what she was feeling as she looked into his blue eyes.
Chris cleared his throat and stepped back from her. He turned away from her and straightened himself up, buttoning up his pants. He heard Lita slide off the table, and some shuffling followed. He figured she was putting her shorts back on. Soon, a silence filled the room. The tension in the air was thick.
"Chris…" The soft whisper seemed so loud in the silent room. Chris turned around, meeting her eyes. The woman he saw was nothing like the woman he'd been speaking to maybe a half an hour ago. She had her arms wrapped around herself, seeming a lot more vulnerable than earlier. He inhaled deeply before speaking.
"You know what…you're way too easy. Who would've guessed you would spread your legs so quickly for me?"
She stood there speechless, staring at him in shock with her eyebrows deeply furrowed. He could see the glistening of tears in her eyes.
"Thanks for the good time."
Lita couldn't move a muscle. She was frozen in place, taking in the words that had been spouted off at her. She jumped, as the door slammed shut.
