Title~ Texas Grace (8/?)
Author~ Cristal
Email~ Talis13@yahoo.com
Rating~ *R *
Content~ M/F sex
Disclaimer~ All characters belong to the WWE. ;)
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Notes~ Roster split IS in effect.
Summary~ Lita finds an unexpected savior...
Lita smiled happily as she whistled in the kitchen a bright and early next morning. She bit her bottom lip as she looked at the pancake batter in it's bowl, noting how it seemed to have jumped out and gotten all over the countertop sometime between prepping and mixing. Shrugging, she turned on the stove, letting it warm up before putting a large skillet over the burner. She bit her lip again before opening the fridge and grabbing some of the fruit that they bought the evening before.
Stepping back to the large ceramic bowl, she poured some of the batter into the 1/2 cup and then poured it into the skillet. ...uh oh, one big pancake. Biting her lip, she grabbed a second turner and set it out next to the first: just in case. Back at the fruit she started cutting up a couple of apples, dropping the chunks into an empty plastic bowl. She did the same with the grapes before scurrying back to the stove where she proceeded to flip the large pancake, only slightly mangling it in the process.
She smiled before pouring a bit more batter in the skillet and then working on the fruit once more. Lita continued doing this until she made it all the way through the batter, leaving several large pancakes in her cooking wake. This paired with the cut fruit made for a nice surprise since everything turned out correctly. She smiled again before pouting slightly. Should she wake him up…? Of course, that would require stepping into his room and she wasn't sure if she was welcome to do that or not… "Hmm…"
Shrugging, Lita turned out of the kitchen and headed up the stairs. She turned right at the top of the stairs, passing the bathroom and coming to a stop at the end of the hallway. His door was open…she stuck her head in and smiled slightly at him sprawled across the bed, the blankets half kicked off. She stepped inside quietly and padded up to the side of the bed, looking down at him…
She barely touched his shoulder, shaking him slightly. "Bradshaw…it's time to get up."
He kept his eyes closed, figuring he was still asleep. That was the only logical explanation obviously…of course, that didn't explain that gentle hand on his shoulder or that soft very feminine voice. He opened his eyes looking up and seeing an ethereal sight over him. She smiled, red hair cascading over her shoulder as her fingers came out, brushing his hair back from his eyes. And it was sad he was overanalyzing something this beautiful in a near-still-asleep state.
"Good morning."
He nodded before wanting to smack himself. "Yeah. Or, good morning."
"I didn't want to bother you but I made breakfast and wondered if you wanted to come down?" she replied with that same soft smile that made his stomach churn. Kind of reminiscent of middle school actually…
"That'd be great. Give me a minute to shower and change and I'll be down." She nodded, smiling once more before exiting the room, his eyes trailing her swaying steps out the door. He rubbed a hand over his eyes, not sure whether he should curse or bless someone for that lovely way to wake up. He tossed the covers back, rolling his eyes at himself. "Real pure thoughts to start the day, good job, must be a new record for you…"
After much mumbling to himself, Bradshaw came down the stairs, stepping into the kitchen with a yawn. Lita looked up with a smile. "Sorry if you didn't want to wake up: I'll remember next time."
He waved a hand as he sat at the table. "Nah, you're fine. I needed to get my day started anyway."
Both were eating quietly for a few minutes until Bradshaw looked up. "So what did you want to do today?"
"I don't know…" she trailed off with a shrug. "I'm not familiar with the area actually…what do you recommend?"
There goes that smile again…not that he was complaining though. More like good-natured whining…yeah, that's it… "You want the truth, there isn't a whole lot to do here."
She giggled at that nonchalant. "Fine! What do YOU like to do when you're here then?"
He was about to shrug and say 'nothing', which was true actually, when he paused a moment. A smile touched his lips as he looked over at her. "Okay, fine. How about we just go out, pack picnic lunch and we can do nothing outside."
"Do you have a special spot for this 'doing nothing' in mind?"
"Sure do."
"Oh? Where at?"
"Now that takes all the surprise out of it Li."
She pouted. "It does not."
"Yes it does."
"Doesn't."
"Does."
"Doesn't"
"Does."
"Am I really having this argument with you of all people?"
"Sounds like it doesn't it?"
"That's what I thought."
All the while he was just sipping from the coffee setting in front of him, that little smirk never leaving his lips. She tilted her head: incorrigible was the word that came to mind immediately. She shook her head with a laugh…
Lita wasn't laughing later. She was cringing and covering her eyes every time he hit the gas in his truck. "Jesus! I don't wanna die yet!!!"
He just laughed as he switched gears, gunning it again with a grin. "Stop bein' so melodramatic Red! You're a daredevil, remember?"
"I can't remember ANYTHING right now!! Hell, I don't remember my own NAME, I'm so terrified!!" she covered her eyes again as he blew past the outskirts of town and onto an open road. She lowered her hands, one clutching the edge of the seat and the other holding onto the 'oh hell' bar on her right on the door as they flew down the road.
He looked over, flashing her another smile, sunglasses hiding what she knew to be smirking brown eyes. "I won't let anything happen to you."
She cringed as he peeled around a corner, leaving the main paved road onto a plain dirt one. Dust and gravel kicked up under the tires of the truck and she risked a glance at the speedometer. "85 MILES AN HOUR?!?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?"
He laughed again as he grinned. "85 is as high as the damn thing reads. I'm not real sure HOW fast we're goin' right now."
"God, it's like I'm sitting in a car with Jeff Hardy. Mr. 'Oh, if they haven't stopped us yet, it must still be okay'. Dandy driving when you see things whip by at a hundred miles an hour, huh?"
"You got it."
She hung on again as he turned another quick corner, making her very glad she managed to put her seatbelt on before he took off out of his driveway earlier. "Gee, how long until we get to where we're going? I've never traveled at light speed before."
"Har, har." He grinned again.
Lita just closed her eyes. "So are we at zero gravity yet?"
"Not yet, but give me a minute."
"Oh, funny."
"You asked."
She wrinkled her nose and he found that to be the most endearing little gesture. He grinned before popping the brake and they slid to a stop, managing to come to rest without Lita getting sick. She still had a death grip on the bar on the door and the seat. He grinned before smiling, his hand sliding up her arm. "You can open your eyes."
She opened one, then the other with a sigh of relief. "I was thinking we hit Zero G's we were so still."
"I said I wouldn't let anything happen to you Miss Lita." He smiled before hopping out of the truck and grabbing the picnic lunch they'd packed earlier. Lita slid out of the truck, using the sidestep to not land awkwardly. She grabbed the blanket from the truck cab before shutting the door once more.
They had decided to wait until evening to come out here. It was a lot cooler than the middle of the day, although it was still warm. He seemed right at home. Which made sense really since, well, it WAS his home. He still wore old worn out blue jeans and a white tank shirt and that perpetually backwards baseball cap. He made her feel under dressed. Sleeveless shirt with the bottom split and short jean shorts.
Lita set the blanket out, carefully smoothing the corners, watching as Bradshaw just stood, looking out into the wide expanse of field spread before them. The field of tall waving grass spread as far as the eye could see. She sat down on the blanket, continuing to watch him…he seemed very relaxed here…that was good.
He turned, coming to sit on the blanket, still looking out. It was soothing…he liked hearing the sound of the tall dry grass swaying in the breeze. Lita smiled. "You act relaxed."
He nodded with a shrug. "Yeah…guess so…I like it here. I can come out and think. Or just do nothing."
"Well, I think you need to relax. I mean, you think about where we work and everything that's been going on and it kinda sucks."
He smiled slightly as he leaned back, looking at her. "Yeah, guess it does, doesn't it?"
She just nodded, carefully watching him, the brush of the setting sun along his fine dark hair. Shaking her head, Lita started pulling things out of the basket they had brought, carefully setting things out. She finished and pointed with a smile before helping herself to some of the food.
After eating quietly, Lita looked over, watching as he continued to gaze out into the quiet field in front of them. She couldn't even imagine what he might be thinking about right then…actually, he was a puzzle. An interesting one…complicated actually. She really never knew much about him…she bit her bottom lip as she stared. "How have you managed to do that…?"
He almost didn't hear her she was so quiet. He turned slightly, looking at her. "Do what?"
"Hidden who you are from everyone…?"
He smiled wryly with a shake of his head. "Years of practice I guess."
"But why?"
He shrugged as he met her steady hazel gaze. "I don't know actually…"
"You shouldn't."
"Really?" he smiled at her again causing those little butterflies to flutter again. "And why's that Li?"
"Because…well, I like who you really are." She looked over at him, totally serious.
He wanted to reply…but he didn't know what he'd say to something like that…he looked up as she moved over next to him, her fingers coming up to turn his head towards herself. He felt her light, gentle kiss and returned it more powerfully. Her fingers came up, playing gently in his hair as she continued kissing him, feeling him relax at her touch. Exactly what she wanted…
His hand came around, holding her closer as he pulled back from her ever so slightly, still only a breath away as he met her heated gaze. He knew…she knew he knew…maybe being read like a book wasn't the best thing, but she didn't really care as she watched his lips. He brushed a lock of her hair from her face as he spoke to her. "Whatever you want…"
"Make love to me…" she watched his eyes, looking for a reaction to that request. There was surprise, yes, but probably due to her being so blunt about it. But something else…something she liked…almost like desire mixed with love…
He was gentle with her as he laid her back, his hands moving over her form with a tender touch. She captured him with another kiss as he made short work of her clothes, she wanting to do the same for him. She tossed the baseball cap over her head with a smile before taking care of his shirt too. Her fingers moved over his bare chest gently before she trailed lower, stopping at the buckle on his belt. She looked up at him before unclasping that and tugging the stiff jeans off of his tall frame, pulling the boxers off with them.
She pulled at him energetically, making him practically topple onto her. He chuckled as he stroked a hand over her bare stomach. "Hey now…I'm a lot bigger than you. Careful."
"I don't want careful."
He arched an eyebrow before quickly kissing her lips, trailing it down her neck. His tongue traced her collarbone, making her giggle as her fingers threaded through his dark hair. She gasped gently as he lavished attention on each breast, her eyes falling shut at the warm feeling of his mouth on her skin. His hair fell over his shoulder, tracing gently along her stomach as he left a trail of gentle touches and kisses along her skin. She giggled again before being cut off as he found her spot. Her fingers threaded through his hair again, pulling him closer as he worked on her, her own moans and cries of pleasure his encouragement.
Lita yanked at his hair, pulling him up as she kissed him passionately, feeling his erection against her skin, making her want to cry. "Please John…"
He kissed her again before sliding into her with a muffled groan. Her fingers trailed over his body, feeling his strength in the tight muscles of his arms and back. He moved in her slowly, wanting to draw her pleasure out for her. She felt him start to quicken his pace slightly before she suddenly pushed him onto his back, never breaking their connection. He wasn't sure whether to be surprised or impressed. He then quickly came to the conclusion he didn't really care as she started moving on top of him.
Her fingers trailed down his chest, her own lips meeting his in another kiss. He felt her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he watched the lovely expressions flit across her face. He could feel her starting to tense, her release almost upon her. He reached between them, touching her, feeling her almost spontaneously cry out, her body contracting around his. His own release quickly ushered on by hers.
She fell into his arms, panting. He smoothed her hair back from her sweaty face as he looked at her. She met his gaze with a tired smile. She finally decided what he was: her angel and by no means her devil…
End Chapter 8
Author's Rambles~ Hi everyone. ^^ If you're this far into this story (chapter 8 keep in mind) and I haven't heard from you yet, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!? Lol…leave a review for me. ;)