Lita rapped happily on the door of Vince McMahon's makeshift office space, and upon hearing a muffled, "Come in", sauntered gleefully in.
Even with the bright white, sterile walls of the expo center, Lita found it in herself to smile. It was the only way to not buckle under the crippling weight of her desicion. Yesterday had been Hell after she spoke with Freyja. Edge barely got away from her after a little time in the hotel hot tub. Even a half a second later and they would have been caught red-handed. Thank God for that man and his reaction time. But as a reward, she got to spend the rest of the day with her dear husband.
A further reminder why she was doing this. Why she had to.
"I found her Mr. McMahon." Lita chirped giddily, almost uncharacteristically, banishing any guilt she may feel later on in the week. "Or, rather, Edge found her. Either way, there is a replacement for me, ready and willing."
"That was fast." Vince raised his eyebrows at her, looking the redhead up and down, she seemed to glow now. Her eyes weren't so deep and dark, her skin and hair had regained some luster Something was different about her, that was for sure. "Now, tell me, who is our unlucky lady? Some deranged ring rat that actually wants your crazy husband, I assume?"
Lita shook her head, though, that would have been a good idea; it would have been easier. The bed had already been made for someone else. Lita gulped at the analogy, she knew what kid of bed Freyja would have to lie in, she'd done it herself. "Even better. Freyja."
"Freyja?" Vince's interest peaked. "You chose Freyja?"
"Something the matter?" Lita tilted her head, laying the contract he gave her down on his desk.
"Freyja's been gaining some traction, don't you think this would come across as a punishment for doing a good job? And when she's so new, at that." Vince queried, his fingertips brushing the blank contract he had given Lita to find someone new. She didn't need it anymore, she had her own contract. One that offered no way out.
Lita placed her hands flat on the desk and leaned in slightly. "You said another woman. You never said it couldn't be a diva. You never said that I couldn't have my pick. I pick Freyja."
Vince gave a single breath, pushed out in a forceful, 'Hah', admiring Lita's gumption, and said, "I suppose I didn't. Personally, I think it's a terrible idea, but if that's your choice... It's settled, then?"
"I had a notary draw up a little contract of my own." Lita straightened and smoothed out her blouse. She shrugged her bag off her shoulder, plopping it down discourteously on Vince's desk and pulling out her version of the contract "She's agreed to sign live this evening."
Mr. McMahon picked up the contract, quickly skimming its contents. After he finished, he set the papers down a little harder than necessary and looked up. "Have you read this contract yourself? This is insane, her manager would never go for this!"
Lita smiled wickedly, "Oh, don't worry about her manager. I have plans for him, too."
Vince nodded silently. He shook his head in disbelief. Who but a woman possessed could actually make this work? "Well, best of luck, then."
Lita cocked her head and cooed, "I thank you for the opportunity Mr. McMahon."
Vince waved her out, watching as she slid out the door deftly and shut it behind her with a soft click.
Lita turned away, smiling to herself, only to have her smug look shocked off her face at what she saw. Behind her he stood, in his fiery demonic glory, 7 feet tall and broad of shoulder. He was shirtless, and already glistened with with a sheen layer of sweat as he tended to. They weren't on for hours, and she knew he'd come looking for her. Lita swallowed a little vomit at the sight of him. His face twisted to a cruel little smile and he chuckled at her, he laughed that little laugh he always did.
Lita hated that laugh.
"What's got you so happy, dear?"
"Oh," she laughed nervously. "Nothing I just..." She looked back at the door, wondering if she could run back inside and hide behind McMahon's desk like Kane had never seen her at all.
"I got promised a title opportunity match with the newbie." She excused lamely, thought it wasnt quite a lie. "I'm excited, it's gonna be a peice of cake!"
Kane smiled crookedly. "Well, that's wonderful! What do you say..." He grabbed her comparitively small wrist a little harder than necessary. His hand wasn't just warm, it was hot. His skin was always so, so hot. "What do you say we go... celebrate, hm?"
Lita couldn't refuse. Not because he wpuldn't let her, but she was sure if she refused, he'd know something was up. She plastered on her best fake smile and batted her eyelashes up at her gargantuan husband. The bite on her bottom lip told him all he needed to know.
"The locker room's still empty, let's go, dear. I'll have a suprise for you." he chuckled darkly.
Lita already knew what the suprise was. This was permissible, she had a suprise for him as well.
And, she still needed his signature.
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Back in the locker room, empty save for the couple, Kane was seated on the floor, back propped up against the wall while Lita tried for all she was worth not to make this last long.
Can't tell Edge about this, she thought with guilt deep in her heart. It was a necessary evil, but he wouldn't understand. Kanes giant hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her close until their foreheads touched. She could feel his breath run down her neck to her chest. She could feel hersalf getting sick. His eyes shut tight as he kept her in place.
Her pace quickened, glad it was almost over, and his hand gripped tight to her hair to give him something to hold onto as he emmited one final grunt. He kept her like that for a while, and held her against his chest in silence. Lita let him, he always did this, held onto like she was something breakable, something of value. It was almost sweet.
If only it wasn't Kane doing it.
After a moment of silence, one that Kane had misread as intimacy, Lita lifted her head from his broad chest.
"I have something for you." she cooed behind a deceptive smile.
"Hm?" He'd hoped it was something good enough to warrant ruining his blissful post-sex silence.
"Let me up." she lifted herself off him, and by his good graces he let her stand. Crossing the room, bare naked and with little care, she rifled through her bag. It was still early, and of course they had locked the door. Lita retrieved the item in question and proceeded to throw on her previously discarded tank top and cargo pants.
He'd already redjusted his clothing, pants drug back up his hips and he sat on a bench nearby, peering at his wife as she moved toward him. She, rather unceremoniously, plopped the contract next to him.
This was definitely going to be more nerve wracking than making Freyja sign it.
"What's this?" he inquired, meaty hands flipping through the contract, not really reading what it said.
"Renews our vows," Lita lied through her teeth, cupping his face in her hands and moving his face so his eyes looked at her instead of the contract. "We married because of a contract, we have to stay that way with a contract."
"Has it been that long?" Kane chuckled, taking the pen his wife offered him.
He made once more to read the marks on the stack of paper, wanting to ensure his devious little wife was telling the truth. She wasn't exactly known for her integrity.
"Sign it." Lita urged softly, perching herself on his knee and moving to nibble at his earlobe. Kane laughed, distracted. God help him, he couldn't say no to this woman.
Lita swelled with pride to hear the pen scribble on the paper. No one else could have pulled the wool over Kane's eyes like this. What talent, what grace.
Kane discarded the papers and leaned into his wife, head settling into the crook of her neck, ear to her chest just to hear her heart beat. She rested her cheek against his head, thankful he couldn't see the look of utter, unadulterated relief on her face. He signed, he actually signed.
After a brief moment, Lita turned her head down and whispered, "It's getting late, people are going to start showing up..."
Her husband heaved a sizable sigh, like a petulant teenager, and unwillingly unraveled his arms from around her body. She smiled, moving away to gather up her bags and looked back at him, unlocking the door. "See you later, babe."