Title: Dangerous Games
Author: Shantay
Email: Lita/Jericho, Jeff Hardy/Trish Stratus, Matt Hardy and Christian
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Distribution: Ask first.
Rating: R
Summary: She's a good girl. He's a bad guy. They have every reason in the world not to be together but for some reason they can't stay away from each other. As they get closer, it becomes a struggle to keep it a secret and deal with their two completely separate worlds. They end up playing a dangerous game. Mainly Lita/Jericho…
Spoilers/Notes: This is set back when all of them were still here (wow, can't believe more than half of them are gone now). Jericho and Christian are still a tag team…the bet storyline never happened. Lita is still managing the Hardys…neither the Kane or Edge storyline has happened…and she isn't even dating Matt for that matter. And in this story, Lita and Jericho didn't know each other before WWE.

Warnings: Language, adult situations

"Listen, Matt...I know how badly you want to come back. But please listen to Jeff. It's not going to do either one of you any good if you come here in the condition you're in. I honestly can't believe Jeff's being the reasonable one here." Lita shifted her weight to the other leg as she listened to Matt's tirade. "I completely understand. But I'm here at the meeting. I'll tell you whatever goes down…Matt, you really have to stop worrying about me like that. I'll be fine…Yeah, I know, but I have a feeling they won't do anything to me. Besides I'm just hanging out with Trish, staying away from trouble." Lita rolled her eyes. This guy was hopeless. "Forget that, okay? Take it easy. Heal up. In no time you'll be back and ready for your rematch. Just be glad Bischoff even gave you guys this time off…Okay Matt. I have to go though. The meeting's about to start…I promise I'll be careful…Gotcha...Talk to you later."

Lita snapped the phone shut gratefully. Matt could be a little overbearing sometimes. But she knew it was all well-intentioned. She turned into the large conference room that held all of the Raw superstars. Spotting Trish Stratus, she went and sat beside her.

"Was that Matt?"

"How did you know?" Lita asked sarcastically. "He just really needs to relax. He's so eager to get back here. And he's always worried about me. I just wish he would take a chill pill sometimes." Lita scanned the room and stopped on Chris Jericho, who was casually chatting it up with Christian. A wave of disgust ran through her.

"Don't worry. Matt and Jeff are gonna kick their asses when they get back."

"I sure hope so."

"Ladies and gentleman, please direct your attention up here." Bischoff stood in the center of the room, in front of every single Raw superstar and it was clear that he thought he was the most important thing in the room at the moment. "As you know, we're meeting to discuss the matches for Backlash, which is in less than two weeks. I'm expecting you all to be on top of your game for the pay-per-view. We're trying to bring in as much revenue as possible people."

Lita listened on as he went down the list of planned matches for the pay-per-view. She glanced across the room to catch Jericho looking at her. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, before returning her attention to the general manager.

"Chris Jericho and Christian will be defending their Tag Team titles in a rematch against the Hardys. Lita, tell your boys to be in top shape for the match. I wouldn't want them to…hurt themselves." Bischoff gave that hideous smile of his. Lita mocked him, smiling back. Of course he didn't care what happened to them. He just didn't want his damn pay-per-view to be hindered in any way.

Lita zoned out, thinking about her interaction with Jericho in the past couple of weeks. Something about him seemed strange. Sure, he was a bonafide jackass. But in the past two weeks, she'd gotten glimpses of something else. It was something that had intrigued her. Maybe that's what had driven her to approach him the past week. It wasn't just the two encounters that had caught her attention either. She'd been noticing Jericho for a few weeks. He was a mystery to her. But maybe he was a mystery she shouldn't be trying to solve if she knew what was good for her.

"Alright. Everyone go get ready. We have a show to put on."

"Look, I'm gonna go discuss my tag team match with Torrie. God knows she's gonna need a lot of help before we go out there. Are you still going out with all the girls tonight?"

Lita's face wrinkled as she remembered the plans that'd been made for the night. "I don't think so. I'm not really feeling up to it tonight. I'll probably just hit the sack early."

Trish reached out and squeezed her friend's arm. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just don't really want to go out tonight. That's all." Trish made a questioning, concerned face. "Positive Trish. It's okay. I'll see you later." The tiny blonde finally turned away without another word.

It was time to get out of there. Lita headed for the door. Just what she needed. Jericho was standing beside the door, leaning with a foot pressed against the wall. She really wasn't in the mood for another confrontation with him. Perhaps she could get out of the room without him noticing. But that would probably be impossible since everyone around him was clearing the area.

Jericho smirked as he saw Lita approaching. She was trying not to look at him. It seemed that she still wasn't over their little confrontation the past week. Maybe he would just mess with her a little bit.

As she was just about to pass him, he blurted out, "Don't be embarrassed to talk to me babe. I'll still give you that one night you want."

Lita froze dead in her tracks as she was just past him. He watched the remaining superstars walk past her, out the door. He wished he could see the look on her face now. He enjoyed knocking her off her high horse. She backtracked and stepped in front of him. Much to his surprise, she had an amused expression on her face.

"I might just take you up on that offer."

Jericho chuckled. So, she was going to play along. "I'll make it really wild for you since you like things to be…extreme."

Lita smirked. "Baby, you don't know just how extreme I can be." She moved in closer. "How about I come over tonight and show you?"

She was good. He stared at her for a few moments as she bit on her bottom lip, teasing him with her eyes. And he couldn't help but be slightly aroused. "If you cross those tracks, you won't want to go back. I promise you that."

The redhead looked down. She then ran her hands up his abs and chest. "Is that a yes or no?"

He pursed his lips. "Why don't you give me a knock and see?"

She narrowed her eyes and nodded. Then she snaked her arms up around his neck and pressed her chest against his. She leaned in and grazed her lips against his. As she pulled away, she peaked out her tongue and slowly licked her top lip. She smiled devilishly as she walked away from him. Jericho turned his head to the side and watched her walk away. Now, he most certainly didn't know what to expect from her.

Jericho flipped through the channels as he lay on his hotel bed. Over 100 channels on cable, and he still couldn't find a damn thing on the television. He clicked it off and placed the remote on the nightstand. He was just going to call it a night. He got under the covers and rested his head on the pillow. Just as he closed his eyes there was a knock at the door.

Christian had probably gotten wasted again and decided it would be a good idea to disturb Jericho's sleep. He threw the covers off and looked at the clock. It was 1:21 in the morning. Christian wasn't going to hear the end of this. Even though he hadn't actually been sleeping, he could have been. He stood groggily and sauntered over to the door. He pulled it open and froze in place.

"You look surprised to see me."

He couldn't say a word as he stared at the sexy redhead. Was she actually there?

"Are you gonna let me in?" He willed himself to let go of the door and step out of the way. She entered the room and he closed the door. "For the first time in your life you actually have nothing to say." She spun on her heels and faced him. He eyed her carefully. There she stood in a beater and shorts and she'd never looked better.

What was he doing? He needed to shake this off. She was just trying to throw him off his game. "So you decided to take up my offer?"

She scanned him from head to toe and finally met his eyes again. "I guess I just couldn't resist."

Jericho laughed to himself. So, this was how it was going to be? Well, he was about to make things interesting. He stepped up to her, challenging her. "What are you going to do about it?" They stared at each other in silence. There were just a couple of inches separating them now. And it was her turn to make a move. "Well Lita, what's it gonna be?"

They were playing a dangerous game now. And neither of them was willing to lose. She eyed him defiantly. It was taking her too long to do something. He knew she was going to back down. And oddly enough, Jericho found that slightly disappointing.

Suddenly, she pressed against him. She raked her hand through his hair and pulled him in for a rough kiss. He placed his hands on her waist. They took their aggression out on each other's mouths. It hurt but he didn't want to stop. He attacked her tongue with his as she fought back. She abruptly ended the kiss and, as she was about to pull away, she bit down on his lip just hard enough to make it sting. He reached up and touched his lip. The look in her eyes dared him to follow up.

He forcefully gripped her waist and pulled her in for another kiss. He slowly glided his hands up her sides and moved them to her front over her breasts. He lingered there for a few seconds before harshly squeezing down on one of them.

She pushed him back and peered at him. Her chest rose heavily with each breath. He raised his eyebrows with a sneer on his face. Her eyes suddenly grew dark. She pushed him back into the door and instantly covered his mouth with hers. She brought her knee up between his legs and rubbed it against him, eliciting a deep groan from him. As she set her leg down, she slid her hand down between them and cupped him. She rubbed at him for a while until he grew stiffer in his boxers. She reached further back and clasped down tightly, causing him to gasp into her mouth. She held on as he pressed his head back against the wall and bit down on his lip, trying to take the pain. After a couple moments she released him and stepped back, grinning.

Taking a few moments to recover, he finally looked at her. He moved toward her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her gently. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. He slowly guided her backwards. When they came to a stop, he ceased the kiss. Then he shoved her back onto the bed. They glared icily at each other as she propped herself up onto her elbows. He joined her on the bed and settled himself between her legs. He paused there, lingering, making her wonder what he was going to do next.

"You're full of shit."

Jericho stood and walked away from her to the center of his room. Lita sat up on her knees on his bed.

"Maybe you're full of shit."

He turned to her angrily. "How about you get out of my room?" His question was more of a demand as he pointed to the door.

"Why are you so mad Jericho? Are you upset that someone else is onto your games? What? Are you afraid?"

Jericho stalked up to her, getting right in her face. "Get out. Now." She wasn't about to let him intimidate her. She showed no signs of fear as she stepped down off the bed and stepped away from him. She halted in the middle of the room.

"Why didn't you hurt me when you had the chance?"

He turned coldly. He knew exactly what she was referring to…that moment in the ring after his match with the Hardys. "I spared you. I could have done anything I wanted to you right there, but I let you go."

Lita was onto him. He was trying to revert back to that asshole Jericho. But it was too late. He'd let his guard down and she'd seen him. "When I first came here, you were one of the first people I met. And you were one of the nicest guys here. You were so kind to me and you went out of your way to help me. What happened to that guy? Where is he?"

Jericho groaned and plopped down on the bed. He rested his head in the palms of his hands. "He died."

Lita shook her head. "No he didn't. I saw some of him tonight."

"So, I guess you think you've got me figured out." He shut his eyes.

"Why did you change?"

"Because of people like you Lita. Because everyone wanted me to do things their way. They wanted me to be who they wanted me to be. They wanted me to live my life for them." He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. "So I decided, 'Screw them.' I'll do what I want, how I want. And I'll take out anyone who gets in my way."

She crossed her arms over her chest. Her voice quieted dramatically. "And you think that's better?"

"I'm getting what I want now, aren't I?" He looked at her and she didn't say a word. He exhaled. "So, if you're done playing psychiatrist, you can get the hell out of my room."

Her eyes drifted off of him and she swallowed the lump in her throat. She turned and left him there, alone.