"Never Enough"
Together

Summary: Can you every really have everything you've ever wanted?

Rating: Mature for language and adult content.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one used in this story. This story is pure fiction, which means I've made it up. I don't mean anything by it, I just write it for my own amusement.

Notes: My first story in quite a long time! I'm very excited, and I really hope everyone likes it. I can't give a definite length of chapters because that tends to vary from time to time. As far as updating? Whenever I get around to it and am feeling inspired. I hope you enjoy, and make sure you review!


Chapter 1

"Did you see the way he was looking at her? That son of a bitch, I'm gonna kill him!"

Chris Jericho was attempting to calm down his friend while trying not to laugh , "Dude, just calm down! All Randy did was talk to her for a couple of minutes. What's the big deal?"

John Cena rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Are you fucking stupid? You and I both know that Randy Orton never just talks to a girl for the hell of it. He always has some kind of agenda!"

Christian, who had already had a little too much to drink, decided to voice his opinion from their corner booth, "John, can you really blame Randy for wanting a piece? Your girlfriend's hot! Have you seen her ass?"

John sent a threatening look towards the corner while Chris sat him down in a chair, "Why are you so worried about other guys talking to your girlfriend? It's like you don't trust Lita."

"Why doesn't my boyfriend trust me?"

The men turned to find the redhead with an amused look on her face, "What's this? The loudmouths are finally speechless?"

Chris grinned in amusement, "John and I were just talking about how hard Randy was trying to get in your pants."

John started to stammer before Lita cut him off, "Honey, how many times do we have to talk about this? You're the only guy I want, and you don't have to worry about all these other men. Understood?"

John nodded, and Lita planted a kiss on his lips. Chris shook his head, thinking about how many times a week he has to do this mediating. Christian sat in the corner, trying to convince Torrie Wilson to get on the table and dance for him. He was even showing some dollar bills to shove in her thong.

Lita led John out to the dance floor, pushing her way through couple after couple. Finally, they found a spot that was suitable for her, and they began to dance.

John looked down at his girlfriend with a serious expression, "I'm really sorry for this. You know I trust you, right?"

Lita nodded, "I know you trust me."

A short, uncomfortable silence took over before John continued, "It's just that it's Randy, and we both know what he's capable of doing! I mean, he's had sex with practically all the girls in the business, and I just don't like it when he starts talking to you out of the blue like that."

"Honey, all we were talking about was Trish. He's gonna surprise Trish for her birthday next week. He was asking me if I could get away from the hotel room for awhile so they could have a little celebration. That's all, I promise. Plus, it's Randy. I'm desperate, but I'm not even that desperate!"

John smiled and pulled Lita towards him a little closer, "So you have to give them some alone time next week? Does that mean we get some alone time as well?"

Lita gave him a quick kiss before whispering in his ear, "And what do you have planned for this alone time?"

She felt a hand rubbing up and down her thigh and John responded, "I think you know exactly what we're gonna do.."


"Hey! So how was your night?"

The redhead had been greeted by her best friend and roommate, Trish Stratus, the moment she walked in the door. Ever since the rule about no coed rooms had been implemented, the two women had been rooming together.

Lita tossed her purse down on the dresser and jumped on the blonde's bed, "It was really fun. I still don't understand why you couldn't come out tonight. You don't seem very sick to me."

Trish grinned mischievously, "Alright, you got me, I'm not sick. I spent my entire night calling all the expensive restaurants in Toronto, seeing if anyone named Randy Orton had made a reservation!"

Lita threw a pillow at her friend, "You little bitch! Why can't you just be surprised?"

"It's not like I found out anything good. I checked every place I could find online, and none of them had a reservation under Randy Orton. He must have used an alias!"

"You are so pathetic."

Trish gave a pretend scoff before throwing the pillow back, "I am not. I'm just a little curious. So you really had a good time tonight? I mean, I know it was mostly the guys so-"

Lita shrugged, "Yeah, I guess it wasn't too bad. John had another one of his little jealous fits again. I know I'm supposed to think it's cute and adorable that he wants me to himself, but it's starting to get really annoying. You'd think after dating for eleven months he'd understand that I'm satisfied in my own relationship. I have everything I need right now."

Trish shook her head and smiled, "But still girl, you are one lucky girl to have John. I'd be jealous except I have Randy. And we both know who's the better guy!"

The redhead laughed and rolled her eyes, "You better believe I do."


Lita always waited for thirty minutes and then an extra fifteen minutes just to be sure. After those forty-five minutes, she would slowly get out of bed, making sure not to make too much noise. As silently as possible, she would make her way to the door. Then out of habit, she would double back, making sure her roommate was still sound asleep. A slow turn of the door handle allowed for a little amount of noise. The door would slowly open, and she would slowly move to the hallway, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible.

Lita found herself in that very familiar position again tonight. She walked down the carpeted hallway of another random hotel, walking faster than usual. The walk was always the worst part, in her opinion. This is where she got to think about what she was about to do. The guilt and the shame always hit her in the hallway, would grow as the elevator moved. It would then completely disappear as soon as she entered his room.

She pushed the elevator door repeatedly, nervously awaiting its arrival. Lita was always scared that her boyfriend's face would be on the other side, and she would receive a very questioning look. Then she would have to lie to him again, just like she'd been lying to him for three months. She hated lying to him. But it was so easy.

Thankfully, the two men weren't on the same floor tonight. Those nights we're always the hardest, when Lita would have to walk right by her boyfriends room on the way to his. The guilt would increase, and her stomach would start to hurt so bad. But almost like he was her medicine, the pain would dissolve the moment she entered his room...the moment she could smell his cologne...the moment she was with him.

The elevator doors open once again, the redhead leaving them before they were even fully opened. This was the part of the night where she would speed walk down the hallway, just in case someone had been following her to see where she was going. Lita had remembered his room number by heart, and he only had to tell her it once and over the phone at that. He had called, said the number and hung up. No "hello", no "goodbye", just the number. It was just how they operated.

Lita sighed before knocking on the door in her traditional way. He really didn't see the point, but she thought it was important to make sure he knew it was her. She knocked five times, alternating between hard and soft.

Hard-soft-hard-soft-hard. She heard him laugh from the inside, and she couldn't stop herself from smiling. He opened the door a crack, one of his piercing blue eyes peering back.

"Who's there?"

Lita grimaced, "Gee, I wonder. Now let me in before someone sees me."

He feigned disappointment, "Oh, ouch! You didn't wear that special outfit that I gave you."

The redhead pushed herself into the room, "I'm not gonna wear a shirt that tells everyone I'm property of you all over it, especially walking down the halls where everyone can see me."

Randy Orton grabbed Lita's waist, "Doesn't matter. You'll get the real thing all over you in a few minutes."


Notes: Oh, I just love this story! I know it sounds conceded, but I've never gotten so involved in a story I've written. I can't even wait to write the next chapter. This is going to be very dramatic and very soap-operaish. You've been warned! Anyways, I really hope everyone likes it, especially the last part because I tried to go into a tremendous amount of detail to really have everyone understand what was going through her mind. I hope you enjoyed, and please review!

XOXO
Ellie