TITLE:
Playing Her Game
AUTHOR/S:
Danni and Erica
RATING:
PG-13 (to protect any innocent little minds out there)
CONTENT:
Mild language, little bit of romance
CATEGORY:
Romance
DISTRIBUTION:
Please ask first. We'll most likely say yes anyway.
DISCLAIMER:
We do not own any characters from this story, and we can admit it, so don't
sue! We've just taken them on a little adventure, for fun, and will be
returning them soon. Although, we DO own the plot, and Danni owns herself.
AUTHORS
NOTES- Danni: Thankyou to Erica, for putting up with me... oh and also for
writing this fic with me.
Erica:
Same goes, Danni, though it was tempting to just throw you in a padded cell. *Grins*
[Joke, joke!] Oh, to all FF.N-ers- My personal Pen Name is Livin On The Edge.
Now, on with the story!
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"Lita,
I want to talk to you, now!" Matt demanded and dragged her by the arm to
the nearest vacant room.
She
stood silently in front of him while slowly he looked her up and down, a look
of disgust forming on his face.
After
what seemed like an eternity to Lita, but was only really a few seconds he
looked at her hatefully and spoke in a harsh voice.
"I'm
through with you. I'm not going to waste anymore of my time on a worthless
bitch like you. Danni is so much better, don't know why I didn't see it
earlier." The look in his eyes was one of pure loathing. He stared at her,
daring her to challenge him.
"B-b-but..."
she stammered shaking like a leaf, before being cut off by Matt.
"What?
But what, Lita? You want an explanation?" He asked vehemently, moving even
closer to her, so he was right in her face.
Lita
backed up against the wall behind her, staying silent as salty tears rolled
down her face.
Not
waiting for a reply from his now ex-girlfriend, he continued, raising his voice
to a shout. "You're a useless-2 cent-ho, an embarrassment, a joke, a good
for nothing tramp!" With that, he left the room.
Lita
slowly slid down the wall, sobbing quietly. She didn't know what to do. She had
nowhere to go, no one to turn to. She was on her own. That was when she decided
she couldn't live like this anymore.
The
door creaked open and a blond head popped into view.
"Lita?
What's wrong?" Christian asked cautiously, offering his hand to her.
Anyone who saw this small gesture would've realised that he was very worried.
The
redhead calmed herself, but as she tried to speak, she burst into a fresh sob.
Christian
gathered her into his arms, holding her tight and stroking her hair, holding
her until she stopped crying.
"I'm
sorry, I made your shirt all wet..." Lita apologised timidly, drying her
tear-soaked face.
"No,
that's ok. Needs a wash anyway..." he said, pushing her hair away from her
face and wiping a small tear from the apple of her cheek. "Now, you wanna
tell me what that was all about? I mean, you don't have--"
Lita
cut him off, pressing a cold finger to his lips. Christian was so surprised by
her actions that he was lost for words.
"All
he did was dump me..." She whispered softly
"Whatta--"
Christian started, but Lita stopped him quickly, up with a very seductive kiss.
The
sudden distance closure startled Christian, and his reflexes caused him to pull
away hastily. "You... you... kissed me?"
Lita
smiled wryly at his discomfort. "No shit, Sherlock." Lita flirted
with him some more, adding greatly to his confusion. "What, dincha like
it?" she teased, mocking an offended look.
Still
in his daze, Christian didn't catch her joking tone. "No, no, no. I didn't
mean it like that. I liked it!" he said, attempting to defend himself.
"Relax,
would you? I was kidding... Anyway, I've been wanting to do that for a while
now..." She trailed off, waiting for his response.
"Have
you really?" Christian asked hopefully.
"Oh
yeah." Lita said, a cheeky smile spreading across her face.
Christian
didn't know how to react. His dreams were coming true... Lita was single and
she'd just kissed him...
"Hello?
Earth to Christian..." Lita called, waving her hand in front of his eyes.
"Wha-
oh... Sorry. Forgot where I was for a second."
Without
warning, Lita clutched his hand and pulled him towards the lounge.
Christian,
surprised with this sudden change of mood almost fell over Lita in the process.
"What is going on here?" He thought to himself "One minute she's crying because
she broke up with her boyfriend, and the next she's kissing me . . . not that I
minded it of course." smiling as he remembered that sweet kiss, he sat down.
After
sitting Christian down, Lita went over to the kitchenette. "Would you like
a drink?" she called over her shoulder. Not waiting for an answer, she
rattled of a list of the available drinks in the fridge "Water, OJ, Soda,
Coke... Beer, Illusions, Bacardi..."
"SODA!!!"
Christian all but screamed.
After
a bit off drink mixing, and adding a couple of non-soda ingredients to
Christian's drink, Lita returned with two glasses. She passed one to Christian
and started sipping hers. They sat down together, and began to talk.
"So,
what exactly happened in here before?" Christian asked, looking at Lita fondly,
thinking "She still looks so beautiful, even after everything that's happened
today."
"Nothing
that I really want to talk about." Lita said, her voice twinged with pain and
remorse.
"Oh,
ok then." Christian said, a little hurt that Lita wouldn't open up to him. He
figured he'd just have to give it some time. Playing with Lita's hair for a
moment, he continued. "If you ever do want to talk about it, you know I'll be
there for you."
Lita
smiled, telling him that she knew he would be there for her, by simply nodding
her head.
They
continued to talk for another half hour, though the effects of downing numerous
alcoholic drinks like they were going out of style started to show.
Unexpectedly,
Lita rearranged herself on the sofa, so that she was straddling Christian.
Moving to remove her shirt, she bent over to give Christian a forceful kiss.
Slowly
realising what Lita had in mind, Christian grabbed her hands and held them
still, preventing her from stripping. "Woah, Lita... Stop-"
"Why,
doncha like me?" she slurred.
"What?
Yes, yes I like you... but babe, you only broke up with Matt like, a few hours
ago, not even that..." Christian said, not believing what he was doing.
Lita was offering herself to him, and he was stopping her!
"Exactly,
we broke-" she said.
"Come
on, you've had too much to drink, babe... Ahh! I know!" Christian raced
out to the balcony and arranged things. Returning inside, he rushed into the
bedroom. He searched the chest of drawers for Lita's bathers.
Coming
back to a very bewildered Lita, he threw the bathing costumes at her and
ordered her to put it on, then follow him outside.
She
did what she was told, and upon reaching the balcony, she was treated to a nice
surprise.
Christian
had set up the bathing chairs and was sitting on the edge of hers with a bottle
of SPF 30+ in his left hand and a rose (god knows where he got it from...) in
the other.
"Come
on then, you don't want to burn!" he grinned.
Grinning
like the Cheshire cat from Alice In Wonderland, Lita lay down and relaxed,
allowing Christian to massage the sun block into her back and shoulders.
The
pair sat there in silence, enjoying the wonderful view. Christian looked over
at Lita, to find she had fallen asleep.
Christian
scooped her up carefully into his arms and carried her to her bed. Once he'd
covered her with the wool blankets and made sure she was comfortable, he
checked his cell phone for any missed calls. One. His brother. He dialled the
number, and bit his lip when Edge answered on the second ring.
"Dude!
Where the hell are you? We were supposed to go shopping half an hour
ago..."
Christian
mentally cursed himself for forgetting. "Oh sorry man... I'll be there
soon!"
He
hung up and hurried around the hotel room, tidying up for Lita. Right before
leaving, he left her a note, telling her where he had gone.
Hey
beautiful,
Sorry,
I totally forgot I had an appointment with Edge, I had to go, you know how he
gets when someone makes him late. Give me a call when you wake up, k?
Love,
Christian.