TITLE: Ballroom Dancing.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Possible swearing in future chapters.
SUMMARY: Lita makes Jeff a promise, and soon regrets it. Can she keep her promise and stay sane at the same time? Lita, Jeff, Edge, Trish and more.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing mentioned in this fic is mine. Damn, how I wish Jeff was mine, but unfortunately.. no. So.. don't sue.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: I love those reviews! I need my daily review fix! I swear, it's become an addiction.. hehe. Just let me know what you thought, and I'll be a happy Cathie!
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6:50 pm.
Lita had been ready for hours. As soon as she arrived home from the cafe`, she cleaned her small house, making it presentable yet comfortable. Sure, Jeff had been there many times before - but she felt this unexplainable urge to make everything look... perfect ...for tonight.
After she finished cleaning her house, she stepped into the shower and cleaned herself. Washing her hair, scrubbing her skin, shaving and plucking and all other sorts of things that a woman does to make herself look beautiful. Of course, the majority of those things hurt like hell - but hey, anything in the name of vanity, right?
Lita looked at herself in the mirror. She had a small amount of make up on. Just enough to conceal anything that needed concealing, while giving her a glowing, natural look. She ran her fingers through her hair, and sighed. Normally she didn't care about looking beautiful. She made it a point to not care. With her, what you see is what you get. That's the way it had always been. But tonight - for some reason, she simply wanted to look her best for Jeff.
She glanced in the mirror again, smoothing out her plain white tank top and adjusting her denim shorts, fitting them to sit casually on her waist. It had taken her ages to decide what to wear. Something casual, yet attractive. She tried on at least ten different outfits, before deciding on what she was wearing... the simplest one.
Lita's thoughts were interrupted by the musical chimes of her doorbell. Her heart skipped a beat. Damn it, she hated when that happened! Why did he have such a strong, gripping effect on her? Why did her heart race, her knees turn weak, her breath catch in her throat when Jeff was around?
She quickly made her way to the front door, and paused just before opening it. She closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath, hoping it would calm her down. Then, she opened her eyes and turned the handle, opening the door.
"Hey."
"Hi Jeff."
She felt her whole body turn into jello. He was standing at her doorstep, looking as adorable as ever. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans, wearing an old 2001 Survivor Series t-shirt. His multi-coloured hair was tied back, a blue bandana gracing his forehead to keep the small wisps of hair from falling into his face. Ah, his face. Lita's eyes traced over his familiar features, taking in the bright green eyes, and the friendly smirk sitting on his lips. Lita sighed as she led him in. Tonight wasn't going to be easy.
"How are you?" She asked softly, as they sat down on her couch.
He turned to her, and smiled. "Yeah, good. Looking forward to tonight. I can't wait to wow Trish with my dancing skills." Jeff gave a small chuckle.
Lita's heart beat faster. She was looking forward to tonight as well - but for completely different reasons.
"And you?"
"Um, yeah, alright."
A silence fell upon the two friends, both feeling the strange tension in the air - though Lita was the only one who knew why it was there in the first place.
"Well, are we going to get started?" Jeff asked, eyebrows raised in question.
Lita nodded. "Yeah, yeah." They both stood up from the couch, and made their way to the middle of the living room. She took in a deep breath, and pushed her hair behind her ears. "Okay, what dance step did you want to start with?"
Jeff shrugged. "The easiest one?" He let out a soft chuckle. "I don't know. I'm here because I know absolutely nothing about dancing. I'm just glad that my best friend happens to be an experienced dancer."
Lita smiled gently. "A few competitions in highschool is hardly 'experienced', Jeff."
"Hey, you know what you're doing. That's good enough for me."
She laughed, then thought about what step would be good to start Jeff on. She thought back to her time in highschool, when she had taken ballroom dancing classes. She had started with the classic Waltz first. When she managed that, she found that her love for dancing had blossomed. From then on, she even competed in professional dances. After highschool, her dancing just seemed to slip away from her. She never had the time anymore - especially when she began training to wrestle.
"We should probably start with the proper position, first. Once we get that down pat, we can start on the actual dancing steps." Lita stated.
Jeff nodded. "Okay. Dancing positions. I can do that." He looked at Lita steadily. "Um, how do we start?"
Lita beckoned Jeff to step closer to her with her hands. She reached out for him, holding him by the waist. "Um, I need you to stand here. Just like that." She let go of his hips, and looked down at his feet. "Now, I want you to move your feet so that you could step between my feet." She looked up at him. "Am I making sense?"
Jeff nodded, then looked down at his feet as he spaced them apart slightly. "Like that?"
"Great." Lita smiled warmly at him. She bit her lip nervously. "Now, uh, we need to make sure your right half and my right half are touching." They both moved towards each other, closing the gap that stood between their two bodies. "The contact should start from our thighs.. all the way up here." She pointed at her chest.
Jeff pressed himself a little closer. "Okay, check." He smiled widely at her. "Next step."
Lita almost melted at that moment. Being so close to Jeff, and him smiling at her like that. God, she had to keep focused. She was teaching Jeff how to dance, nothing more. She was helping him so he could be with Trish. Not her.
Lita reached down, and clasped Jeff's left hand in her right. She brought their hands up. "Your left to my right hand. Palm to palm. Make sure your fingers and thumb are closed around my hand."
Jeff closed his fingers over Lita's hand, and Lita felt the butterflies inside her stomach flutter from his touch. She barely managed to speak the next instruction. "Your right hand should rest on my back, just on the shoulder blade or a bit below."
Jeff placed his right hand over Lita's left shoulder, letting his hand touch her shoulder. "Like that?" His brow furrowed with concentration as Lita shook her head.
"No, not like that. Under my arm." Jeff slipped his hand under Lita's arm, his hand cupping her shoulder blade gently. "That's right." She looked up at Jeff. "You're doing great." Then she placed her left hand and forearm over Jeff's right arm, resting her hand on his forearm. "We're done! This is called the 'Closed Position'. Jeff, you've just learnt you're very first ballroom dancing position."
Jeff smiled at her proudly. "Cool. That wasn't so hard, hey?"
Lita laughed. "No, it wasn't. Now, we move on to the actual dancing steps. I think we should start with the Waltz. It's a classic, and you shouldn't find it too difficult to pick up."
He nodded. "The Waltz. Okay, no worries."
Still in the closed position, Lita began to instruct Jeff on how to move to the Waltz. Showing him the right foot movements, and counting in time with him so that he learned the beat. He picked up quite quickly, only stepping on her feet twice.
"Sorry about that." Jeff sheepishly apologised after trodding on Lita's toes.
"It's okay Jeff. You're doing really well." She smiled, her hazel eyes twinkling. "I think you're a natural at this." She turned her gaze away from him, watching their foot movements and counting out the beat once more. God, it was so hard being like this with him. She kept wanting to lean in and press her lips against his... Every time he smiled at her, every time he tightened his grip on her, every time they moved together. This was driving her insane.
And they'd only just started. There was going to be many more lessons. He needed to be able to do the Waltz perfectly. And after that? He might even want to learn more steps. Like the Foxtrot, or the Quick step.. Oh my God! Lita's heart pounded in her chest as she came to a realization. Jeff might even want to learn the Tango! There was no way in the world she could teach him the Tango - the dance of love - and NOT go insane from trying to control herself.
Lita breathed evenly as she tried to concentrate her thoughts on the dance steps, and the beat of the music.
Jeff watched Lita as she counted out the beat, and watched their feet step from side to side. She was amazing for helping him out with this. Giving up her free time just to teach him how to dance. He really was glad she was by his side.. not just with this whole dancing thing, but everything. She was always there for him, through everything. Everything that happened to him in the WWE - the thing with Matt, his rivalry against Rob Van Dam, his heart stopping matches against the Undertaker; everything. She'd been by his side through it all. And now she was even helping him win over Trish. She was going above and beyond the duty of a best friend.
He smiled to himself as he thought about how good at dancing he'd be after his lessons with Lita. Then he could take Trish out somewhere nice, like he'd been wanting to do for months now. His feelings for Trish had plagued him for months on end. The pretty little blonde was always in his thoughts. She was gorgeous. Her smile drove him mad. He'd told the blonde diva of his feelings, but she'd rejected him. Jeff knew that after these dancing lessons, she'd see him in a different light. He'd take her out, and they'd have some dinner, and then do a bit of dancing. Wouldn't she be impressed when she found out he could Waltz? And then maybe Lita could teach him some other steps. Jeff's eyes widened as a thought suddenly entered his mind. He wondered if Lita knew how to Tango...?
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Possible swearing in future chapters.
SUMMARY: Lita makes Jeff a promise, and soon regrets it. Can she keep her promise and stay sane at the same time? Lita, Jeff, Edge, Trish and more.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing mentioned in this fic is mine. Damn, how I wish Jeff was mine, but unfortunately.. no. So.. don't sue.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: I love those reviews! I need my daily review fix! I swear, it's become an addiction.. hehe. Just let me know what you thought, and I'll be a happy Cathie!
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6:50 pm.
Lita had been ready for hours. As soon as she arrived home from the cafe`, she cleaned her small house, making it presentable yet comfortable. Sure, Jeff had been there many times before - but she felt this unexplainable urge to make everything look... perfect ...for tonight.
After she finished cleaning her house, she stepped into the shower and cleaned herself. Washing her hair, scrubbing her skin, shaving and plucking and all other sorts of things that a woman does to make herself look beautiful. Of course, the majority of those things hurt like hell - but hey, anything in the name of vanity, right?
Lita looked at herself in the mirror. She had a small amount of make up on. Just enough to conceal anything that needed concealing, while giving her a glowing, natural look. She ran her fingers through her hair, and sighed. Normally she didn't care about looking beautiful. She made it a point to not care. With her, what you see is what you get. That's the way it had always been. But tonight - for some reason, she simply wanted to look her best for Jeff.
She glanced in the mirror again, smoothing out her plain white tank top and adjusting her denim shorts, fitting them to sit casually on her waist. It had taken her ages to decide what to wear. Something casual, yet attractive. She tried on at least ten different outfits, before deciding on what she was wearing... the simplest one.
Lita's thoughts were interrupted by the musical chimes of her doorbell. Her heart skipped a beat. Damn it, she hated when that happened! Why did he have such a strong, gripping effect on her? Why did her heart race, her knees turn weak, her breath catch in her throat when Jeff was around?
She quickly made her way to the front door, and paused just before opening it. She closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath, hoping it would calm her down. Then, she opened her eyes and turned the handle, opening the door.
"Hey."
"Hi Jeff."
She felt her whole body turn into jello. He was standing at her doorstep, looking as adorable as ever. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans, wearing an old 2001 Survivor Series t-shirt. His multi-coloured hair was tied back, a blue bandana gracing his forehead to keep the small wisps of hair from falling into his face. Ah, his face. Lita's eyes traced over his familiar features, taking in the bright green eyes, and the friendly smirk sitting on his lips. Lita sighed as she led him in. Tonight wasn't going to be easy.
"How are you?" She asked softly, as they sat down on her couch.
He turned to her, and smiled. "Yeah, good. Looking forward to tonight. I can't wait to wow Trish with my dancing skills." Jeff gave a small chuckle.
Lita's heart beat faster. She was looking forward to tonight as well - but for completely different reasons.
"And you?"
"Um, yeah, alright."
A silence fell upon the two friends, both feeling the strange tension in the air - though Lita was the only one who knew why it was there in the first place.
"Well, are we going to get started?" Jeff asked, eyebrows raised in question.
Lita nodded. "Yeah, yeah." They both stood up from the couch, and made their way to the middle of the living room. She took in a deep breath, and pushed her hair behind her ears. "Okay, what dance step did you want to start with?"
Jeff shrugged. "The easiest one?" He let out a soft chuckle. "I don't know. I'm here because I know absolutely nothing about dancing. I'm just glad that my best friend happens to be an experienced dancer."
Lita smiled gently. "A few competitions in highschool is hardly 'experienced', Jeff."
"Hey, you know what you're doing. That's good enough for me."
She laughed, then thought about what step would be good to start Jeff on. She thought back to her time in highschool, when she had taken ballroom dancing classes. She had started with the classic Waltz first. When she managed that, she found that her love for dancing had blossomed. From then on, she even competed in professional dances. After highschool, her dancing just seemed to slip away from her. She never had the time anymore - especially when she began training to wrestle.
"We should probably start with the proper position, first. Once we get that down pat, we can start on the actual dancing steps." Lita stated.
Jeff nodded. "Okay. Dancing positions. I can do that." He looked at Lita steadily. "Um, how do we start?"
Lita beckoned Jeff to step closer to her with her hands. She reached out for him, holding him by the waist. "Um, I need you to stand here. Just like that." She let go of his hips, and looked down at his feet. "Now, I want you to move your feet so that you could step between my feet." She looked up at him. "Am I making sense?"
Jeff nodded, then looked down at his feet as he spaced them apart slightly. "Like that?"
"Great." Lita smiled warmly at him. She bit her lip nervously. "Now, uh, we need to make sure your right half and my right half are touching." They both moved towards each other, closing the gap that stood between their two bodies. "The contact should start from our thighs.. all the way up here." She pointed at her chest.
Jeff pressed himself a little closer. "Okay, check." He smiled widely at her. "Next step."
Lita almost melted at that moment. Being so close to Jeff, and him smiling at her like that. God, she had to keep focused. She was teaching Jeff how to dance, nothing more. She was helping him so he could be with Trish. Not her.
Lita reached down, and clasped Jeff's left hand in her right. She brought their hands up. "Your left to my right hand. Palm to palm. Make sure your fingers and thumb are closed around my hand."
Jeff closed his fingers over Lita's hand, and Lita felt the butterflies inside her stomach flutter from his touch. She barely managed to speak the next instruction. "Your right hand should rest on my back, just on the shoulder blade or a bit below."
Jeff placed his right hand over Lita's left shoulder, letting his hand touch her shoulder. "Like that?" His brow furrowed with concentration as Lita shook her head.
"No, not like that. Under my arm." Jeff slipped his hand under Lita's arm, his hand cupping her shoulder blade gently. "That's right." She looked up at Jeff. "You're doing great." Then she placed her left hand and forearm over Jeff's right arm, resting her hand on his forearm. "We're done! This is called the 'Closed Position'. Jeff, you've just learnt you're very first ballroom dancing position."
Jeff smiled at her proudly. "Cool. That wasn't so hard, hey?"
Lita laughed. "No, it wasn't. Now, we move on to the actual dancing steps. I think we should start with the Waltz. It's a classic, and you shouldn't find it too difficult to pick up."
He nodded. "The Waltz. Okay, no worries."
Still in the closed position, Lita began to instruct Jeff on how to move to the Waltz. Showing him the right foot movements, and counting in time with him so that he learned the beat. He picked up quite quickly, only stepping on her feet twice.
"Sorry about that." Jeff sheepishly apologised after trodding on Lita's toes.
"It's okay Jeff. You're doing really well." She smiled, her hazel eyes twinkling. "I think you're a natural at this." She turned her gaze away from him, watching their foot movements and counting out the beat once more. God, it was so hard being like this with him. She kept wanting to lean in and press her lips against his... Every time he smiled at her, every time he tightened his grip on her, every time they moved together. This was driving her insane.
And they'd only just started. There was going to be many more lessons. He needed to be able to do the Waltz perfectly. And after that? He might even want to learn more steps. Like the Foxtrot, or the Quick step.. Oh my God! Lita's heart pounded in her chest as she came to a realization. Jeff might even want to learn the Tango! There was no way in the world she could teach him the Tango - the dance of love - and NOT go insane from trying to control herself.
Lita breathed evenly as she tried to concentrate her thoughts on the dance steps, and the beat of the music.
Jeff watched Lita as she counted out the beat, and watched their feet step from side to side. She was amazing for helping him out with this. Giving up her free time just to teach him how to dance. He really was glad she was by his side.. not just with this whole dancing thing, but everything. She was always there for him, through everything. Everything that happened to him in the WWE - the thing with Matt, his rivalry against Rob Van Dam, his heart stopping matches against the Undertaker; everything. She'd been by his side through it all. And now she was even helping him win over Trish. She was going above and beyond the duty of a best friend.
He smiled to himself as he thought about how good at dancing he'd be after his lessons with Lita. Then he could take Trish out somewhere nice, like he'd been wanting to do for months now. His feelings for Trish had plagued him for months on end. The pretty little blonde was always in his thoughts. She was gorgeous. Her smile drove him mad. He'd told the blonde diva of his feelings, but she'd rejected him. Jeff knew that after these dancing lessons, she'd see him in a different light. He'd take her out, and they'd have some dinner, and then do a bit of dancing. Wouldn't she be impressed when she found out he could Waltz? And then maybe Lita could teach him some other steps. Jeff's eyes widened as a thought suddenly entered his mind. He wondered if Lita knew how to Tango...?