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Summary: This is just a beginning; a meeting at a bar leads to more trouble than either one wanted or needed.

Pairings: Wait and see, cause that's what I have to do.

Rating: R, for language and nudity (I think)

Notes: I started this a while ago, but never got around to typing it. So thought I would give it a try now.

Out of Control

Prologue

She made eye contact with him across the crowded bar. He was gorgeous; to her he looked like a god among mortals. She was out on her one night off this week, just enjoying life. She had purposefully avoided the bar she worked at, choosing to go to another popular bar in the area. Now she was very glad, because the Olympian was making a beeline for her.

He was tall, her guess was probably four or five inches over six feet with long blonde hair; and, in the words of her best friends Stacy and Trish, "very built and fuckably hot." She could feel her mouth begin to water as he got closer to her. She noticed that he was wearing tight leather pants and a skin tight red shirt that helped to accentuate his abs. She wanted to know what else was underneath.

As he finally got close to her bar stool she spoke, "I've always thought that there was something incredibility hot about a man in leather pants. It makes me wonder what's underneath and then I get the urge to just go up to a man and peel them off." At that remark she took a sip of her beer.

He didn't speak for several minutes just looked at her. She could tell that he had green eyes. She began to wonder if he even knew how to talk when suddenly he reached out and ran one of his big hands through her long read hair and instinctively she leaned into the hand. Then he stepped behind her and leaned down towards her right ear brushing away her hair. She felt his breathe on her neck and shivered. Then he spoke and she got chills.

"Dance with me." It wasn't a request, but a command. After saying it he attacked her ear with his tongue and then proceeded to kiss down to her neck. How they made it to the dance floor she couldn't recall. All she knew was that she was in his arms pressed flush to him in the most primal of ways known to man. They danced for what seemed an eternity before she leaned back and looked up into his eyes and dove off the high dive. She leaned on the balls of her feet and pressed her lips to his and proceeded to fall quickly.

His hands tightened around her waist. He stopped any semblance of dancing just pressing her even tighter against his body and reciprocated her kiss. After ten minutes or so they had to break apart as the necessity to breathe took over. They had no care that they were in a bar surrounded by people; only they mattered. Both were breathing quite heavily and each had a look of crazed desire on their faces.

He felt her pull on his arm and he followed intertwining his hand with hers. She was taking him to a darkened hallway by the restrooms. She turned and backed up against the wall pulling him towards her in an animalistic embrace that told just how she felt towards the man.

He didn't hesitate; he leaned into her and pressed her somewhat harshly against the wall. His lips went first to her eyes, then her cheeks, her neck and finally when neither could take no more their lips connected and fused. As her tongue slipped into his mouth, he growled deep in his throat. He then pushed his forward and battled with hers for dominance. While they continued to kiss their hands roamed all over each other's bodies. As his hands brushed over he breasts he felt her lean into him even more than before. She also moaned against his mouth causing him to harden in his pants.

Their kiss broke and he proceeded to kiss his way down her throat towards her breasts. She was wearing a low cut top showing her cleavage fairly well. He used this to his advantage kissing them in reverence. He then pulled back long enough to push her shirt up towards her neck. She was wearing a red lacy bra he became fascinated by. Her hands wound through his hair as he began to kiss his way to her left breast. She couldn't believe she was in a bar making out with a stranger, then his mouth connected with her nipple through her bra and she lost all ability to think.

All either of them knew was that they wanted the other more than anything at that moment. She pushed him off her breast and brought his face back to hers to connect their lips. She pulled back a little breathing hard; then looked up into his eyes hazed with desire and knew she wanted to spend the night with him, not sure of anything beyond the night.

"Do you want to go somewhere so we can finish this in private? I never was one on being an exhibitionist."

He seemed to think a moment then nodded his head.
"Can you wait ten minutes?"
"Yes."
"We'll go to my place then."
She then pulled him towards the door and out into the night air.

"Did you drive here?"
"Yes, but I know the owner so my bike will be fine."
"Good. Now let's go get naked."

He stopped at the passenger side to her car and stared at her. He then began to laugh.

She wondered what was funny. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just thought about something. I don't even know you're name."
She laughed, too, and said, "Lita."
"Edge."
"Okay then can we please go have sex now?"

His answer was a hard kiss to her lips.

They both quickly go in and drove off into the night, never realizing they had been watched.

They arrived back at her house quickly. She only lived a few minutes from the bar. She quickly put her jeep in park and turned to the man she now knew as Edge with a huge lustful smile. They exited the vehicle and ran to the house. She got out her keys and tired to open the door as fast as possible, but was distracted by Edge reaching around her body and pulling her backwards to collide with his larger body. Instinctively she leaned back and felt the evidence of his desire for her inside of his leather pants. His lips went to a sensitive area on her neck. She bit her lips to hold back a moan. Her hands were shaking as she unlocked the door and pushed it open with his help. She turned then and pulled him inside her darkened house, quickly and efficiently shutting and locking her door.

"God you're beautiful," he mumbled into her hair.

"Hmm," she replied as she rose up to kiss him.

Edge then pushed her towards the wall right beside her front door. His hands were all over her; in her hair, on her neck, on her back, everywhere he touched her, her skin felt hot, scorched. She couldn't take anymore. She wanted his hands on her bare skin. She pushed him away so she could kick off her shoes, her jeans and her shirt. While she was quickly stripping, so was he. They came back together and began to kiss again.

He quickly finished stripping off her bra and thong and took no time entering her body right there.

"Ahh" was groaned by both of them. It was over quickly as they were both so turned on they couldn't hang on long. They proceeded upstairs to her bedroom to enjoy their night leaving their clothing scattered downstairs by the door.

The next morning Lita awoke naked in her bed alone. She noticed the other side of the bed was rumpled and cold. She couldn't keep in her disappointment. Damn it, she thought. She had really enjoyed last night. There was something incredibly sexy about the man named Edge. She was very attracted to him. Last night had been the most fun she had had in a long time; and damn was it enjoyable. The sex had been amazing to say the least. She fell back on the pillows and then noticed a pink rose with a note attached.

Lovely Lita, Last night was amazing. Sadly I have to go. I wish I could stay and get to know you.

Sadly now is not the time for us. I hope you are not too angry with me. If we had meant earlier…who knows. Keep the rose; pink means appreciation. And I do thank you for last night. Maybe when you see it you'll think of me. I am sorry. I must go. Edge

End of prologue.

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