Chapter 16 – Admittings
A/N: Howdy. XD –wave- How goes it? More sappyness in this chapter. Trust me, after these few, it gets back to pretty much normal. XD
"You think they're together?"
"I know."
"Really?"
Her nose scrunched up.
"Mm-hmm.
"She has a thing for those Alliance members."
"Not really. Only the decent ones."
"Decent ones?"
"The ones I can even trust." Chris raised a brow toward his redheaded friend, taking a sip of the Pepsi in his hand.
Lita seemed to contemplate this.
"Raven, especially. The two are…" Chris trailed off.
"…The same? Yeah. I noticed." Lita agreed.
"Anti-social."
"Black sheeps."
"Dark."
"Broody…"
The two looked at each other and shook their heads simultaneously.
"Kurt'll be mad, I think." She mused. "He hates Raven."
"Kurt hates anyone who isn't him. He wants her to date a carbon copy of him."
"Raven's the polar opposite…"
"Exactly." Chris nodded. "Just like Sam. Kurt, I think, wants to change her into his personality."
"But that would be…disturbing." Lita made a face.
"I know. Could you imagine Sam running around brown nosing the boss?"
"Not at all." She shuddered.
"So yeah, Kurt will be mad about them. But the way he is…"
"Thick as a brick." Lita instantly understood. "I don't think he'll figure it out, saves someone tells him."
"I think only you know how close he is to her besides me, and Rob of course. Kurt knows, but he doesn't know."
"I wouldn't have known either if you hadn't pointed it out." She paused. "Why did you…"
"Tell you? I felt like talking about it, and you're the only person I trust out of the 'troop'."
"I'm honored." She smirked.
"Ha." Chris stretched. "As you should. Anyway, they're gonna end up keeping it entirely quiet. If I know Raven, he wouldn't want to create an even bigger riff between Sam and Kurt."
"So you're sure they're going out?"
"Well, not entirely, but come on…she basically is always in his room, even if she might get caught. I would even make a move on you if I was always holed up like that."
"Aw, Chris, do you have unrequited feelings toward me?" she snickered, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Don't flatter yourself, Red." He smirked. "You're cute, but it'd feel like kissing my sister."
She nodded in agreement. They both went silent for a moment. Finally, Lita spoke up.
"That would be so cute if they were together like you think."
"You are such a hopeless romantic, Lee." He laughed. "But yeah, you're right. Maybe that's why she seems so…not homicidal."
"Maybe." Lita agreed.
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She had found herself snuggled deep into the crook of his neck.
She was groggy at first, confused, but then she remembered. She remembered and she felt warm again.
It had happened. It was so completely random, so sudden…but not at all random, because it wasn't empty. There was meaning in every movement she had made with him, everything…
She moved away a little, and found him still asleep. He looked so innocent, almost to a child-like extent. His usual broody exterior was relaxed, and he was just opened for any attack on his mindset. She could break his heart with a flick of a finger, and he knew that. He knew she had that capability. But he still trusted her…
She realized she had done the same thing. She had let herself be open for assault and unfortunately it was a disaster. But not this time. She was the one calling the shots with this relationship, and to hell she was going to hurt Raven like that. No one deserved that. Even if for some reason she felt the need to break it off, which was very unlikely, she would break it up and not sneak behind his back. She had too much respect for him to do that.
She leaned in close again, curling herself against his sleeping form, snaking an arm around his midsection in attempts to hold him close to her. He didn't move really, but his head lulled a bit to the side to rest upon hers. Suddenly she felt his hand fall upon hers, and she looked at him the exact moment he opened his eyes. They stared at each other.
Finally, the silence between them grew uncomfortable, and she spoke the first thing that came to her mind – "Hey."
"Hello." He replied. They stared at each other again, and Raven just burst out laughing out of no where.
Sam stared at him oddly. "What's so funny?"
"This has to be the worst after sex conversation in the history of man." He explained. He shook his head and smiled, lacking his hand with her. He took a breath. "Sorry, I'll stop."
"It's alright." She shrugged. "I couldn't really think of anything to say before. Well, anything that wasn't a typical sex comment. 'Was it good for you, baby?'. Ick."
"I'm pretty sure guys are supposed to be the ones saying that anyway." He smirked.
"Yes, and I definitely follow the gender rules."
"You got me there." He conceded.
She yawned lightly, letting her head fall back onto the pillow. "That was nice, though."
He smiled at her. "Yeah." He peered at the clock next to him. "We ought to get up."
"Why?"
"In case they come. I think it'll be a little suspicious that you're in my bed practically nude."
"Why? The girl wrestlers do that all the time…on camera, no less!"
"Yeah, but don't forget the fact that I'm in the Alliance and you're in the WWF. That sort of thing really isn't smiled upon. You should remember that just from your other experience."
"Hmmph, details." She pouted. She sat up, turning so that her legs could dangle off the bed. She grabbed a very thrown pair of shorts and pulled them on. She stood up, looking for her shirt.
"Are you sitting on my shirt?" she asked, turning to him. He was pulling on his usual old beaten up jeans. "Or do you know where you threw it in your heat of passion?"
"Ahem, you should talk." He gestured toward his own shirt, which was on the TV a couple feet away.
"Hey, I ripped it too." She said as she grabbed it for him. She admired it before tossing it over.
"This is my favorite shirt." He realized. She shrugged.
"You shouldn't wear good clothing when you have a chance of getting some. And anyway, the rip matches the grunge look you always have going on."
"Thank you, fashion expert." He pulled on the shirt and stood, stretching.
"Anytime." She nodded. "Ah, here we go."
She grabbed her shirt, which was on the floor near the TV, and made haste to grab it. She pulled it on and went back to the bed, sitting next to him.
"You know, I'm thinking we should have done that a long time ago." Sam pointed out. "Definitely. But I'm glad I didn't come on to you until I really figured what we were out."
"And what are we?" he asked, raising a brow toward her.
"For a lack of a better word, kindred spirits? And here I thought only lesbian lovers called each other that." She shook her head. "Whatever. Anyway, all joking aside, I'm a horrible person."
He looked at her, surprised. "What?"
"Because I know we've been kissing for a bit and all, and I think I was just completely using you. But today I realized that all I've been was this huge bitch to you and all you've been was this kind, caring, compassionate guy who has what seems to be infinite patience with me. For some reason, I remembered something I had told you a while back."
He seemed interested. "What was that?"
"I remembered when the wedding was going on, and Rob couldn't go. I was feeling all completely uncomfortable with the dressing up thing; I felt like an idiot. I was embarrassed; I'll admit it. And I told you how I knew I looked awful in it, and you told me that I looked beautiful in anything…" she trailed off. "And I remembered thinking, 'Wow, how is it possible that people think this guy is anything but sweet?', because I knew so certainly at that moment that you meant it."
"I remember that." He scratched his head, looking embarrassed. "But why did you remember that time?"
"Because I realized that the comment I said after that…I realized that I was completely right. I don't know how you managed not to have a girlfriend. And then I thought of Molly, and how you guys broke up so soon…"
Raven stood up, starting to pace a little.
"…And?"
"Raven, just how long have you liked me?" she asked, standing too. He didn't answer. "Raven?"
"Since I met you." He replied finally. "Molly was always jealous because I hung out with you a lot. I didn't blame her, I tried not to act like there wasn't anything there but…" He sighed. "Didn't work. She told me that she couldn't contend, and broke it off. It wasn't cold like I always made it out to be."
"I see." Sam said quietly.
"But why does that matter?" he asked, turning to her.
"Because…you know, Rob left me for someone because I wasn't good enough for him. But you…you've never left my side, even when you had everything you wanted. And I know how much you used to love Molly, because I heard all the stories. But you picked this long time crush over me. You said before that I've always been on your side, but honestly…it's the other way around. I threw fits; you calmed me down. I got myself in trouble, you helped me get out of it. You're the only one who was there when I was at my lowest point, where people were afraid to even talk to me." She faltered, blushing a bit, but managed to continue. "You even got me and Rob together when you knew you had a chance to woo me over."
"Listen Sam, you don't have to…"
"I want to. I want you to know this. And I figured once this is out I don't have to go through another sappy dumb ass speech about my feelings, since you know I love those." She rolled her eyes. "But yeah, anyway, that's why. That's what I realized, and that's why I figured this all out in my point of view what I'm doing here wanting to kiss you." She paused, looking at him stare at her. "God damnit, don't just stare at me, say something."
"Do you really mean all that?" he asked softly.
"Yeah, I guess I do." She made a face. "I really hate being such a god damn wimp. I don't know what the hell you people see in me…"
"Sam?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up." He pulled her to him and gave her a long kiss, one of which she was hardly ready for but never the less grateful to receive.
When they pulled away, she had found herself turning red at his gaze and the whole realization of exactly what she just said.
"Hmph, but you're still a dumb ass sometimes." She stated.
"I know."
"And don't think you can shut me up that much."
"Understandable."
"Not even with kisses. Because it's not going to work, I'm telling you…"
He kissed her again. And it did shut her up. It took her a moment to realize what he was doing, and she promptly pushed him away. He started laughing, and she glared at him.
"Jackass."
"Too hard to resist." He grinned. She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, well, I still call the shots here."
"Yes ma'am." He said, gaining control of his laughter finally.
"Good. As long as we have this agreement, it's settled."
"Nice doing business with you." He said, amused at her attempts to gain back some of her lost ego.
"Now that that's out of the way, of course…let's talk about more serious matters. Like how you're supposed to beat me up tomorrow. I really don't feel like getting beat up by my own boyfriend. It would prove Kurt right when he told aunt and uncle that I was destined to be in an abusive relationship."
"Sam, I think he meant you were the one going to do the abusing." Raven pointed out helpfully.
"Oh yeah." She paused. "Dually noted, thank you."
"Anytime."
"Anyway, so yeah. You're supposed to kick my ass." She paused. "And I'm supposed to fight back."
"Of course."
"Everyone I gathered agreed to help." She told him. "And I told them to take it easy on you. So fall quickly."
"But what about Kurt?"
"You know, that's true, he probably would go after you, being the bitch he is."
"Exactly."
"Well, before the match, I'll make sure he knows he'll lack a few key parts if he tries anything."
"Such violence." Raven tsked.
"Okay, fine. I'll give him a chance to run."
Raven rolled his eyes. "How kind of you."
"He'll listen. He knows I wouldn't hesitate."
"I know you wouldn't either, why do you think I went for being your friend then being your enemy?"
"Eh, you were on borderline for a bit in the beginning. I mean, you did say I could never be a good hardcore champ. But the WAY you said that intrigued me. That's what saved you from me going Carrie on your ass."
"No no, see, there was only one time you could describe your actions as Carrie-like. And that was when I found you in your room after that happened."
"Eh, whatever." She smirked. "I don't blame myself for going psycho then. It's a perfectly natural way to handle such a blow to one's ego."
"Oh really?" he raised a brow.
"Yes. Well, it would be normal for most other adults. The normalcy of it was mixed with a little Sam charm."
"Which made it into something scary."
"Well, perhaps that's the general opinion but it WAS normal to me."
Raven just shook his head and smirked. "Well, anyway, I'm sort of hungry. Are you? I can get you some stuff."
"Yeah, just get me whatever you're getting. I'll stay here, you know, since your buddies in the ECW are all uptight now and all."
"You just don't feel like walking, do you?"
"And people say I'm hard to understand…."