Sup peoples, I'm back with another fic. I am gonna be continuing inevitable, and it may or may not have a sequel when I'm done, but I wanted to do another Trish/Lita fic. So enjoyyyy.
That bitch! Trish thought to herself. She watched the screen as Lita disappeared up the ramp. She hated the red head with a passion, without a reason. She just hated her.
Lita walked into the locker room and rolled her eyes as soon as she saw Trish stood their. The blonde had her back turned and didn't even notice Lita come in.
"Fucking bitch." Trish muttered.
"You're pathetic, you know that?"
Trish spun round when she heard the all too familiar voice, sending Lita a death glare.
"Jeez if looks could kill." Lita said mockingly. "Are you supposed to be scary or something?"
Trish didn't say anything and continued glaring at Lita.
"Okay? Don't say anything then."
Lita walked over to her locker. She could feel the blondes eyes burning holes through her and rolled her eyes again.
"I hate you!" Trish yelled. She ran at Lita, and the redhead turned and grabbed both of her wrists. She slammed the blonde into the lockers and pinned her hands above her head.
"You have a screw loose blondie." Lita said, tightening her grip on Trish.
"Let go!!" Trish screeched.
"Can you shut the fuck up?!" Lita said angrily. "Like seriously."
"Make me." Trish said simply, with a hint of anger and fear present in her voice.
"Make you?" Amy said back to her. Trish nodded her head and had an evil smirk planted on her face. Amy smirked back and pressed her thigh against Trish's womanhood. Trish gasped, trying to hold back a moan. "It worked." Lita whispered.
"No it di-"
Trish gasped again when Amy pressed her thigh against her harder.
"What's the matter Trish?" Lita said innocently. Trish's breath hitched and she tilted her head back against the lockers.
"Let go of me!" Trish yelled. "I hate you so much Lita!"
"Right back at ya." Lita let go of Trish's wrists, but kept her strategically placed thigh where it was.
Trish didn't want to move. She enjoyed the feeling of Lita's thigh too much. She leaned against the lockers, panting quietly. When Lita tried to move back, Trish grabbed her wrist.
Lita looked at her and raised her eyebrow. Trish pulled the redhead closer to her and moaned quietly when she pushed her thigh into her again.
"You like that huh?" Lita said curiously with a smirk. Trish nodded her head. "I thought you hated me?"
"I-I do..." Trish managed to say. "Your the worst."
"You don't make any sense, you know that right?"
"I-I hate you. B-But..." Trish struggled to finish her sentence. She couldn't quite believe what she was thinking anyway.
"But what?"
Lita pressed herself against Trish, trying to see if she would get a reaction. And she was right. She got one heck of a reaction.
Trish pushed Lita away from her and spun her to hit the lockers. The blonde stepped forward with determination and connected their lips in a rough kiss. She moaned at the contact and Lita pushed her away.
The redhead stepped forward and tangled her hand in Trish's hair.
"You want me huh?" She asked the blonde.
"Yes."
"Say it."
"Oh god. I-I want you." Trish said. Lita smirked and let go of Trish altogether. She walked towards the door. "Where are you going?"
"Leaving."
"Why? You can't just fucking leave like that!" Trish was beyond annoyed. However she was very aroused, which didn't make her very threatening.
"I think you forget...I can." Lita said with a smirk. "And if you want me so bad, you'll come get what you want."
"What does that even mean?!"
"You'll figure it out." Lita said before disappearing out of the door.
"Lita!?"
Trish threw her head back in frustration and it hit the lockers.
"Motherfucker!"
Trish rubbed her head. I'll get what I fucking want. Even if it's that bitch. She thought to herself. She grabbed her stuff and walked into the parking lot. She saw Lita putting her things in the back of her car and walked over to her.
"Lita."
Lita turned to look at Trish.
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah. Actually, you can." Trish said. Lita crossed her arms and waited for the blonde to do something. Trish threw her bag on the floor and pushed Lita up against her car.
"Didn't take you long to figure out what I meant." The redhead said. Trish shook her head and got as close as she could to the other woman.
"I want you so much Lita." Trish said quietly.
"What are you gonna do about it?" Lita asked confidently. Trish looked around quickly and placed her lips on Lita's in a more soft and passionate kiss.
There was something about the kiss that made Lita think completely different about Trish. She wasn't being as rough as before. She really did want her.
Lita took the opportunity to run her hand up the blonde's body. She tangled her hand in the blonde hair and deepened the kiss. When their tongues tangled together, Trish moaned softly.
After a few minutes of making out, Lita pulled away breathless. She looked at Trish, who's face was filled with disappointment.
"I gotta go." She said to the blonde.
"No! Stop leaving."
"I'm not gonna fuck you here am I?" Lita tucked a strand of hair behind Trish's ear. "So you can either shut the fuck up and come to my hotel room later. Orrrr. You can keep whining like a little bitch."
Trish sighed and picked up her bag. She turned to walk away, but Lita called after her.
"Hey hot stuff."
Trish turned to face her again.
"See ya later." Lita said with a wink. Trish smiled a little and walked to her car.
Lita sighed and got in her car. What have I gotten myself into?"