Title: Always Be Mine
Rating: PG
Author: Candice
Character(s): Lita and mystery character

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing whatsoever.

Summary: In his dreams, she'll always be his...

{//Do you still remember, how we used to be? //}
{//Being together, believing whatever my lover said to me//}
{//Both of us were dreamers, young love in the sun//}
{//You felt like my savior, my spirit I gave ya.

We've only just begun/}/
{//Hasta Manana.

{Always Be Mine//}
{//Viva Forever, I'll be Waiting//}
{//Ever lasting, like the sun//}
{//Live forever, for the moment//}
{//Ever searching for the one...//}

--"Viva Forever", Spice Girls--

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He couldn't stop dreaming of her, and truth to tell, he wasn't quite sure he even wanted

to stop. She was beautiful, no matter how much she angered and annoyed him, it was true. So beautiful and so damn addicting…

Sometimes, he honestly believed her to be a witch for no woman alive had ever beguiled or bewitched him more so than she. Sure, the women he worked with were beautiful, but she…she was in a class all her own. She was just downright alluring. And damn, but did he hated her for it.

Forbidden fruit—that's what she was. A constant, unrelenting reminder of that he could never capture nor attain. She was like fire, a living, consuming flame, and he was a moth; entranced and infatuated despite the peril.

He was treading on dangerous ground—he knew it, but he didn't care. She was his poison, and she was unknowingly killing him. Slowly…painfully…methodically killing him.

And what was worse, was the fact that she didn't even know it.

No matter how emphatic he had been, no matter the caustic remarks and snide comments he had hurled at her day in and day out, all he had ever truly wanted was to protect her, to hold her. That admission alone was disconcerting, because he was supposed to hate her—she was the enemy.

He was a man obsessed.

While in the midst of millions, including his own family, he had fervently insisted that he despised her, in truth, it was the complete opposite…He loved her—always had and always would. Ever since his days as a nameless, faceless wrestler in OVW, he had wanted her, secretly following every detail of her career—from every success to every defeat.

Even when she had changed—altering into something more elusive and distant—he had still loved her. But she was heartbroken.

For years, he had suffered through watching her multiple relationships—from Matt Hardy who had never treated her right, but as chattel, as piece of property; to Kane who had victimized and assaulted her; to the man whom she was currently with, who didn't deserve her, and who constantly took her and her love for granted. It angered him, for if she was his, he would silently vow, she wouldn't be treated like some whore who paraded around in skimpy, low-cut tops, but as the goddess she was. And he would love her…with every fiber of his being. He would cherish her, her and no other.

But she was his, and would never be. The only time she could ever and always be his was in the darkness of the night, in his midnight dreams.

And for John Cena, that was one more day—one more night of paradise.