Title~ Texas Grace (9/?)

Author~ Cristal

Email~ Talis13@yahoo.com

Rating~ PG13

Disclaimer~ All characters belong to the WWE.

Distribution~ hardy2extreme.com otherwise, please ask. ^^

Notes~ Roster split IS in effect.

Summary~ Lita finds an unexpected savior…



Lita stretched as she woke up, tangled up in the sheets
around them. Her arm rested over his stomach, her cheek against his
chest. She breathed deeply, taking in the masculine scent of his body
mixed with that subtle, deep cologne he favored. Fingers trailed
gently over his abdomen as she brought her hand up to cushion her
chin on his chest. She looked down at him, hazel eyes still sleepy,
watching him rest comfortably.

Her fingers trailed out again, brushing the silky strand
of black hair back from his face, before trailing easily down his
neck. She tilted her head watching him as he yawned, hugging her
closer a moment. She giggled as he opened his eyes, looking at her.
He almost acted like she was going to disappear in a flash on him. He
smiled slightly. "Thought that was all a dream…"

"If that were the case then you my dear have VERY vivid
dreams."

"May be, but they were really nice dreams at least." He
wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up over him again.

"Can't argue that at least…" she grinned at him, pressing
a lengthy kiss to his lips. She pulled back slightly before resting
her chin on her arms that crossed over his broad chest.

They sat looking at each other for a few minutes, silence
in the room…she sighed happily before getting up with a smile back
over her shoulder at him. "I wanna take a shower."

"Was that a proclamation or invitation?" he asked,
sitting up as he watched her.

She tapped her chin with her fingers thoughtfully before
smiling again. "Both?" He just grinned as he kicked the covers back
off.



After what was supposed to be a quick shower, Lita
bounced down the stairs into the kitchen, followed by a grinning
Bradshaw as he made the effort to keep up with her. "What are you
doing?"

"Making breakfast?"

"Again?"

She shrugged. "You have a better idea?"

"Maybe." He shot back. "You wanna just head out and get
something?"

She shrugged again. "If you insist."

He rolled his eyes as he stepped over to the answering
machine that he noticed was blinking furiously at him. He hit play as
Lita came over behind him, her hands rubbing gently down his back.
She heard Jackie pass a greeting before starting to talk hurriedly.

"Hey Bradshaw, it's me. Listen, I know you're off
recovering and things, but I needed to call and talk to you about
what's goin' on before you come back and hear it from someone else.
Don't know if Matt called Lita yet because I gave him your number,
hope you don't mind, because he and Jeff were furious." She took a
breath. "But anyway, why I called. Sounds like Heyman's been opening
his big mouth again." Lita stepped next to Bradshaw, her fingers
resting gently against the counter edge as she listened to Jackie's
annoyed sounding voice. "He's been talking about how Lita's just
using you and actually carrying on something with him. Which between
you and me sounds like a load of shit and I told him so…didn't take
too kindly to that but it's a good thing I don't care. Then he was
talking about how she's just a little sex fiend and how he should
know and it was just nasty. He was sayin' some nasty things about her
that even I didn't like. Call me when you get in tonight or whatever.
You got my cell number sugar. Talk to you later."

His mind tuned out the other messages that sounded after
Jackie's, his thoughts trailing to doing terrible nasty things to
Heyman. He shook his head slightly, seeing Lita still standing still,
furious look on her lovely face. Her lips creased into a deep frown,
eyes narrowed angrily. "Who in the hell does he think he IS?!?"

He frowned slightly, trying to grab her hand. She slipped
a step away and he reached out, snagging her wrist loosely. "Hey,
listen. He's a pain in the ass. Everyone knows that Lita."

"He's being a bastard! He's talking about me when I'm not
there John!! How am I supposed to act: demure?" she stated
sarcastically, hands on her hips.

"You? Never." He pulled her into his arms, feeling her
resistance before she sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist.
He rested his chin on the top of her head, fingers coming up to play
with her red hair. "Do you want to head back early? We can probably
catch a flight this afternoon and be back by seven this evening…"

"But you're not-"

"I'm fine. Let me worry about me."

"But I'm worried about you too…"

Her little voice made him smile. "Well thank you. I
appreciate it…do you want to head back early?"

She hesitated a moment before nodding decidedly. "Yes. I
need to teach him a lesson."

"I agree. He-" Bradshaw was cut off by the cheerful
ringing of the phone. He reached out, picking it up with a
sigh. "Hello?"

"Hey, is Lita there its Matt Hardy."

"Hey Matt. Yeah, hang on." He passed her the phone before
heading over to grab a cup of juice.

"Hi Matt, how's it going?"

"Lita I wanted to get a hold of you because Heyman's been
acting like an idiot. Again."

"I heard. Jackie called last night…"

"Yeah, well, Jeff and I were looking to get your
permission to beat his ass on your behalf. He's saying some really
nasty things about you Leets." He sighed.

She did the same. "No Matt. You guys will just get in
trouble. Just stay away from him. John and I were going to try and
catch an early flight back today. I can take care of it then…"

"Only if you're sure…"

"Positive Matt. But thanks for calling…"

"Sure. I'll talk to you later Lita."

"Later Matt." Both hung up and she face Bradshaw who was
leaned against the table, sipping his drink.

"Um-"

"Number four on the speed dial."

She nodded, looking at the phone before looking up at
him. "Airline?"
He just nodded with a wink. "Always be prepared Li..."



Lita nervously tapped her fingers along the wall of the
airport as they made their way through the congested airport
hallways. She felt his large hand slide around hers, interlacing
their fingers together slowly, making her breath catch. She bit her
lip as she looked over at him, watching as he looked down the
hallway, chewing his gum, trying to avoid running into anyone.

She smiled slightly, rosy blush barely touching her
cheeks. That was one thing she had noticed about him since
yesterday...he was even more attentive than before. He was attentive
before, but now certainly more physical. Liked to touch...even if it
was just holding her hand or just a brush of his fingers along her
arm. Oh yes...definitely liked to touch...not that she was
complaining, by any means.

They finally made it through the winding hallways and to
the luggage carousel that was still at a standstill. He looked down
at his watch: six forty-five, tapping his booted foot. He sighed,
taking a seat on one of the metal benches near the still luggage
rack. Lita came over, sitting close next to him, feeling his arm
almost immediately slip around her waist, his fingers catching one of
her belt loops on her shorts.

Both were quiet as they sat, waiting to go...she sighed
gently as she watched the conveyor belt start it's rounds. She got up
as she saw her bag come out, quickly stepping up to grab it before it
escaped. A couple of minutes later, his came around and they finally
made it to the car rental place to get a car.

Bradshaw stopped right inside the door of the hotel,
still knawing thoughtfully on his gum. He stopped abruptly and Lita
practically ran into him with a laugh. She was still giggling as she
came around him, trailing her fingers around his waist with a bright
smile. "Could you warn me next time you come to a sudden stop?! I
never pay attention!"

He smiled at her as he grabbed her hand before turning
serious again. "Well..."

"What's wrong?"

He looked up before looking back down at her. "Did
um...did you want to stay with one of the other girls or...me?"

Her face lit into a bright smile. "I wanna stay with YOU.
Definitely."

He smiled, looking down. "Just wanted to make
sure...didn't know what you wanted..."

Her smile turned silky. "Well it would certainly be more
fun staying with you. So that's what I want."

He grinned with a shake of his head before heading
towards the desk, dragging her along with him, shaking his head all
the while at this vivacious, out-spoken young woman. Can't say she
was shy by any means...

He checked into the room while Lita waited with their
luggage a couple of steps away. It was getting a little late, but she
looked up when someone called her name. "Lita!"

"Jeff!!" she ran over, being swept into a hug by the now
blonde younger Hardy.

He smiled at her, setting her back on the floor. "You
have a good time?"

"Absolutely." She smiled.

He arched an eyebrow, slight draw to his voice as he
spoke. "Which only means one thing you're in such a good mood…"

She wrinkled her nose, pushing him back playfully. "And
what's that?"

"Why Leets, I'm surprised at you." He admonished with a
smirk as Bradshaw approached once more.

"Hey Jeff."

"Hey Bradshaw. Figured you guys would be along soon.
Anyway, you wanna get settled into your room and then come over to my
and Matt's room? We can give Jackie a call too if you want."

He nodded. "Yeah, that's cool. Give us a few minutes.
What room you in?"

"Ummmmm…315?"

"You sure?"

"No, but I know we're on that floor, so hopefully that's
the right room."

Lita smacked her forehead with a hand. She then proceeded
to grab her bag and head towards the elevator where Jeff was already
happily bouncing, waiting for the box to drop. He chattered on
incessantly before they all got on, he hit number three and Bradshaw
hit number four.

Finally the box stopped and Jeff stepped out with a
wave. "I'll call Jackie and have her come on over."

"We'll be over in a few, thanks Jeff." Lita returned with
a smile.

Both were quiet as she leaned against the wall before he
was in front of her, hands trailing up her sides, his lips kissing
along her neck. She smiled sleepily as she kissed his cheek, feeling
that silky black hair brush her cheek. She giggled again before his
lips captured hers in a passionate kiss.

He had one of her hands pinned to the wall, holding her
steady, her other hand running through his long hair. Both were
oblivious until the door slid open to the floor and he pulled back
slightly with a sigh and heated brown eyes. His fingers ran through
her hair before he turned, coming face to face with one Brock Lesnar.

Bradshaw leveled a gaze at him, obvious distrust in his
expressive now cool eyes. He showed Lita out the door first, a sneer
on her lips directed at the other man. Bradshaw followed her, glaring
at Lesnar who didn't seem affected in the least. He watched as they
walked down the hall, both entering the same room.

He got on the elevator, hitting the ground level button.
It was a quick ride and he stepped out before turning and heading
towards the bar at the far hallway of the hotel everyone was at.
Lesnar stepped inside, glancing around the dimly lit room. He saw
several people he worked with, sharing a wave with the Big Show.
Turning, he finally saw the man he was looking for in what looked to
be yet another tall tale…he sighed, stepping over.

Paul Heyman glanced over with that greasy smile,
finishing up his tale before motioning Brock to sit next to him,
ordering him a drink. "Well Brock, how are you this evening…?"

"Fine. Listen Paul, they're back."

His smile faltered a moment before it returned full
force. "Who's back Brock?"

"Bradshaw and Lita. And they both looked pissed."

"Really?" he scoffed. "Well Brock, you're the next big
thing! Nothing can take you down!"

"Hell, I'm not worried about me Paul. I'm not the one
after another man's woman." Brock pointed out as he took a drink of
the beverage set in front of him a moment before.

Paul scowled. "Honestly! Lita doesn't belong to anyone!
Especially HIM."

Brock arched an eyebrow. Dealing with Paul was like
dealing with…an ugly seven year old sometime. Playing stupid was the
only way to get the man to calm down. "Well I don't know about that…"

"What do you mean you don't know about that?! What's not
to know? It's a fact!"

"No it's not. I saw them get off the elevator. And they
didn't head to separate rooms I can tell you that." He replied
easily.

"Please!" Heyman was huffing now. "What's that supposed
to men? Nothing, that's what! She probably just wanted to check and
make sure that redneck managed to get to his room without…incident."

Brock arched an eyebrow, taking another drink. He thought
it was kinda funny when this first started, but obsession wasn't
something he cared for. It was just kind of freaking him out now. "…
why exactly are you so obsessed over this girl? Plenty of women out
there you know-"

"I'm not obsessed!" he shot back with a frown.

"Like hell you're not-"

"I'm not through speaking yet Brock." He enunciated each
word with a poke to the other man's chest. "I'm not obsessed. I want
her because…she's energetic. Beautiful and out-spoken. I want a women
like that…I want THAT woman…"

Definitely unhealthy behavior there. He sighed. "Well,
you better be careful because she's unavailable. Even I can see that."

"I'm the one you should be seeking advice from, not
doling it out to." He spat.

Brock nodded with a shrug as he finished off the
drink. "Yeah, well, I'm not the one that'll be tangling with a big
pissed off Texan and a true redhead."

Paul frowned as he watched his protégé walk off once
more. "Yes, well, we'll see about that…"



After unpacking and making Bradshaw stop playing touchy
feely, Lita drug him by the hand down the hallway, stopping in front
of door `315'. "This should be it."

"In all ideal nature." He snorted as she yanked playfully
on his arm, knocking on the door.

The door opened showing Bubba Ray Dudley. "Hey Lita! Tex."

Bradshaw rolled his eyes as Lita grinned, hugging the
other man. "Bubba Ray!!!"

He hugged her tight before setting her down once
more. "To what do I owe this visit?"

"Well…Jeff gave us this room number but obviously-"

He held up a hand. "Say no more." He smirked. "Room 320.
He's sent like two or three other people this way already. Don't feel
bad."

She giggled, waving back at the other man. "Thanks! And
sorry for bothering you!!"

He waved a hand. "Good to see you all back."

She stopped in front of the correct door, knocking. It
swung open, revealing a serious Matt Hardy. "Leets, come on in. We
have a lot to discuss…"

She stepped in, pulling Bradshaw behind her, the door
shutting softly behind them…

End Chapter 9