TITLE: Best Kept Secrets.
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: Slight swearing, and the usual violence one comes to expect in WWE fics. ^_^
SUMMARY: Lita's big brother has issues with the guy she's in love with, and someone's out to cause trouble.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: Reviews, oh, sweet reviews! How I love them so! I would like it very much if you'd send me some..
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Whoa, this is one hella long chapter! There was a lot that I needed to have said, so.. hence the longness of this one. Hope you enjoy it, and I'm trying to speed up my writing, so hopefully there will be more on the way sooner rather than later.
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Lita watched him carefully as he prepared himself for his upcoming match. She sat in the corner of the locker room, her legs crossed and her chin resting on her hand. Her red hair fell forward, framing her pretty face.
She loved watching him. There was something about the way he moved that seemed to hypnotise her with every glance that she took. He was standing in front of the mirror now, applying some last minute touches to the body paint that graced his left arm. She watched him attentively, loving the look of utter concentration that adorned his face as he slowly painted small swirls of purple paint on his forearm. A small smile tugged at her lips as he finished the painting, and studied his work in the mirror. Lita could watch him all day, every day, and never get sick of him.
"Hello?" A hand waved up and down in front of her face. "Earth to Red! Are you there, Red?"
Snapping out of her trance, Lita looked up to the person the hand belonged to. "Oh, sorry Christian. What were you saying?"
"I was talking about Victoria. Did you hear what I said? You were off in your own little world for a while there."
Lita nodded, smiling softly. "Sorry, I guess I was off with the faeries. I was just thinking about something." The redhead focused her attention on the blonde man that stood in front of her. "But yes, I heard you. You were telling me that Victoria barged into you and Jericho's locker room without any warning, and almost caught you with your pants down."
"Can you believe it?! I mean, we all know she's psycho but - geez! And you want to know why she came in like that?"
"Why?"
"She was trying to find her belt." Christian paused, letting that comment hang in the air, then threw his hands up in the air dramatically. "HER BELT, LITA!! That girl is totally insane!"
Lita laughed quietly at Christian's sudden outburst. Victoria wasn't really one of the blonde canadian's favourite people - although Victoria wasn't really on anyone's 'favourite people' list. The raven haired diva really was quite disturbed, she was completely obsessed with the Women's Championship. This went beyond drive and determination - it had gotten scary. Ever since she lost the title to Jazz a few weeks earlier, Victoria had been on a massive 'search' for her belt. Convinced that she had merely misplaced it, she had bothered practically everyone in the company trying to find the belt.
"I swear, we sure have had our fair share of loonies here in the WWE. Saturn was a total nutjob - what, with that mop and everything." Christian ran a hand through his newly cut short blonde hair. "Now we have Victoria, who is absolutely crazy..."
Lita looked over Christian's shoulder as he spoke, watching Jeff once more. This time though, she found that he was watching her through the mirror as well. Catching his gaze, Lita smiled. Jeff smirked slightly as Christian kept talking, and Jeff kept Lita's gaze through the mirror. A mischevious grin slid onto his lips, just before he puckered his lips together and made kissy faces at her through the mirror.
Blushing, Lita kept her eyes on Jeff as he continued to smile at her. She was aware that Christian was still speaking to her, but she simply couldn't concentrate while Jeff was in the room with her. He was almost like a magnet - drawing her attention to him by some unknown, unseen force.
Boy, did she have it bad.
"... and that's why I think Vince should be doing personality tests before he allows anyone to work here. Before the contracts are signed, before anything is finalised.. get a psychological profile done!" Christian said, concluding his little speech. "What do you reckon?"
"Oh, um, I agree with you, Christian. It would help filter out all the the crazies!" Lita looked back up at Christian, tearing her eyes away from Jeff's figure. "But then again, that sure would make working here kind of dull!"
The canadian laughed, smiling brightly. "True, true. But I think that you're just worried that if Vince actually did do those tests, everyone would realise just how crazy you really are!"
Lita gasped, giving a mock glare at Christian as she picked up a shoe lying nearby, and launched it at him. He ducked quickly, letting the shoe go flying across the locker room. He straightened back up again, and pointed his finger at the redheaded diva. "Oh, you're going to get it. Just you wait missy, just you wait."
Giggling, the woman smirked at Christian. "Looking forward to it."
Giving her one last smile, Christian turned to Jeff, still standing on the opposite side of the room. "You've been awful quite over there, Hardy. Anything wrong?"
Jeff shook his head slowly. "No, just getting ready. Psyching myself up..."
"Psyching yourself up? Jeff...You're fighting Lance Storm."
"Exactly." Jeff nodded. "If it were just him and me, one on one, I wouldn't be so worried. But you know what Storm's like! He'll have something up his sleeve... or down his tights, more likely."
Christian gestured to Lita, who was still sitting in the corner of the room. "Hey, you'll have Red out there with you. She'll protect you." He gave her a wink before turning towards the door. "I'm off to my match now."
"Good luck! Kick some butt!" Lita cheered as Christian walked out of the locker room door. As soon as the door was shut behind him, Lita rose up from where she sat and practically ran over to where Jeff stood. He immediately took her in his arms, and held onto her tightly.
The stood there for a while, just holding each other. Until finally, they broke away. Still holding each other's hands, Lita looked up at Jeff adoringly, giving him a cheeky half smile. "I thought he'd never leave."
Jeff tucked a strand of red hair that hung in Lita's face behind her ear. "I still don't see why we can't tell our friends about us. It's hell for me, trying to pretend like nothings changed. Like we're still 'just friends'."
Lita sighed softly, her arms banded around Jeff's back. "Matt knows, and Dawn Marie knows. Already, that's too many people." She paused, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "Jeff, sweetie, if my brother found out about us... I don't know what he'd do."
"Lita, Kurt's going to have to be told about us sooner or later. It's already driving me insane, not being able to hold you when I want to. Having to make sure we're alone before I can kiss you. Not being able to tell everyone in the world how much I care about you."
Her smile growing bigger with each word that Jeff spoke, Lita stood on her tip-toes and kissed Jeff softly on his forehead. Smoothing his hair down, she whispered to him. "You are absolutely adorable."
Jeff grinned, his green eyes sparkling as he looked at her. "Thank you. You know, you're not too bad yourself."
Biting her lip, Lita grabbed Jeff's hands and pulled him over to the couch. Once there, Lita fell back onto it, and pulled Jeff toward her so that he was lying ontop of her. She looked up at him, and licked her lips. Slowly, she leaned forward and caught his lips in hers, her hand playing with his bright green hair.
Jeff let out a small, muffled groan as Lita tore away from his lips, and descended on his right ear - chewing the bottom gently. "Li.. we.. um.. oh God..." Jeff trailed off, unable to complete his sentence. With a charge of desire, Jeff cupped Lita's face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth and dancing with her own.
A knock at the door caused Jeff to jump off from the couch, wiping his mouth quickly and straightening his clothes. "Who is it?" He called out, glancing over at Lita, who was still on the couch, her face flushed.
"It's me!"
Jeff smirked, instantly recognising the voice. He walked over to the door, not yet opening it. "And would that 'me' happen to be the WWE's resident superhero?" Jeff swung the door open, and Shane Helms grinned at both him and Lita.
"Hey guys. I just dropped by to let you know that your match is almost up. Christian just pinned Test --"
The redhead lying on the couch let out a loud hoot, punching her hand in the air. "Yes! Go Christian!" Both Jeff and The Hurricane looked over at her, their eyebrows raised. She shrugged at them. "I'm happy he won, okay?"
Shane laughed, and Jeff turned back to him. "The Rock is just going to do a backstage promo, and then it's on to you and Lance!"
"Thanks Helms. I probably should go out there now, shouldn't I?" Jeff looked back at Lita, then turned to Shane once more. "I've just got a few things I need to do, then we'll be ready. We'll be out there soon."
The Hurricane nodded, waving goodbye to Lita. "C ya both out there! Good luck!"
Jeff shut the door behind him, and walked over to the couch Lita sat at. "I guess we better get out there, hey?"
Lita nodded. "But before I go out there with you, I want to change my top." She said, gesturing to the pink boob tube that was wrapped around her chest.
"Oh. I happen to like that top." Jeff said, a cheeky smile on his face.
"And so do I. But unfortunately, I can't pull of a moonsault - or anything for that matter - without flashing everyone."
Jeff didn't say a word, his face dead pan. Then, he raised one eyebrow slowly. "And what makes you think that's a bad thing?"
Getting up from the couch, Lita walked over to Jeff and whacked him on the chest. "Enough, you naughty thing!" Smiling, she ushered Jeff out the door. "You go wait for me out there. I'll be ready soon."
Jeff stood in the doorway, his back to the hallway of the arena, still facing Lita inside the locker room. "Don't be too long. It normally takes you an hour just to get dress --"
Lita cut him off, kissing his lips forcefully. Pulling away, she shoved him out into the hallway, and began to close the door. "I'll see you in five minutes." Watching as she closed the door shut, Jeff smiled to himself and began to walk down the hallway, towards the stage entrance.
***
Oh, no way.
She must've been seeing things. No way had she actually seen what she had just thought she'd seen. No. Way.
Trish Stratus stomped her foot as she rounded the arena hallway corner. She had been making her way towards the diva's locker room, when she saw Jeff Hardy leaving his locker room. She had stopped, ready to talk to him once he was out of the room. It was then that she saw a pair of hands - female hands - pushing against his chest. Whoever it was, he kept talking to them. Trish watched as suddenly, with a flash of red, Lita leaned forward and kissed Jeff.
Lita. Kissed Jeff. And the Hardy brother didn't look too surprised about it afterwards, which led Trish to believe that the two were together. And from what Dawn Marie had told her a few weeks back, that information wasn't all that surprising. Interesting, but not surprising.
Watching Jeff walk away, down the corridor, Trish felt her brain ticking over with this new information. She continued on her way towards the diva's dressing room, the entire time thinking about what she knew regarding Jeff Hardy and Lita.
She knew that they both had feelings together - and now that was more than obvious. She was pretty sure that they were an official couple. Opening the door to the locker room, Trish suddenly remembered a conversation she had with Lita's brother not long ago. Kurt Angle didn't like Jeff Hardy - at all. She wondered what his reaction to the news was like.
Sitting down in front of the mirror, Trish picked up a brush and began running it through her golden locks. She frowned slightly as she tried to put everything together. Jeff didn't look beat up, which suggested to her two things. Either Angle didn't know about his sister's new boyfriend, or he wasn't too upset about it. And the little blonde diva would put all of her money of the former. She was sure that Kurt simply didn't know about Jeff and Lita being together yet.
Tying her hair up in a casual pony-tail, Trish wondered if Kurt's lack of knowledge about his little sister and Jeff was on purpose. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Lita knew very well that Kurt didn't like either of the Hardys. And as much as Trish hated to admit it, Lita was a smart woman. She wouldn't go do something as stupid as telling Kurt that her and Jeff were together, when she knew that he wouldn't appreciate that news at all.
Trish's frown slid off her pretty face, and a small smirk appeared on her lips. She could have alot of fun with this.
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: Slight swearing, and the usual violence one comes to expect in WWE fics. ^_^
SUMMARY: Lita's big brother has issues with the guy she's in love with, and someone's out to cause trouble.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: Reviews, oh, sweet reviews! How I love them so! I would like it very much if you'd send me some..
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Whoa, this is one hella long chapter! There was a lot that I needed to have said, so.. hence the longness of this one. Hope you enjoy it, and I'm trying to speed up my writing, so hopefully there will be more on the way sooner rather than later.
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Lita watched him carefully as he prepared himself for his upcoming match. She sat in the corner of the locker room, her legs crossed and her chin resting on her hand. Her red hair fell forward, framing her pretty face.
She loved watching him. There was something about the way he moved that seemed to hypnotise her with every glance that she took. He was standing in front of the mirror now, applying some last minute touches to the body paint that graced his left arm. She watched him attentively, loving the look of utter concentration that adorned his face as he slowly painted small swirls of purple paint on his forearm. A small smile tugged at her lips as he finished the painting, and studied his work in the mirror. Lita could watch him all day, every day, and never get sick of him.
"Hello?" A hand waved up and down in front of her face. "Earth to Red! Are you there, Red?"
Snapping out of her trance, Lita looked up to the person the hand belonged to. "Oh, sorry Christian. What were you saying?"
"I was talking about Victoria. Did you hear what I said? You were off in your own little world for a while there."
Lita nodded, smiling softly. "Sorry, I guess I was off with the faeries. I was just thinking about something." The redhead focused her attention on the blonde man that stood in front of her. "But yes, I heard you. You were telling me that Victoria barged into you and Jericho's locker room without any warning, and almost caught you with your pants down."
"Can you believe it?! I mean, we all know she's psycho but - geez! And you want to know why she came in like that?"
"Why?"
"She was trying to find her belt." Christian paused, letting that comment hang in the air, then threw his hands up in the air dramatically. "HER BELT, LITA!! That girl is totally insane!"
Lita laughed quietly at Christian's sudden outburst. Victoria wasn't really one of the blonde canadian's favourite people - although Victoria wasn't really on anyone's 'favourite people' list. The raven haired diva really was quite disturbed, she was completely obsessed with the Women's Championship. This went beyond drive and determination - it had gotten scary. Ever since she lost the title to Jazz a few weeks earlier, Victoria had been on a massive 'search' for her belt. Convinced that she had merely misplaced it, she had bothered practically everyone in the company trying to find the belt.
"I swear, we sure have had our fair share of loonies here in the WWE. Saturn was a total nutjob - what, with that mop and everything." Christian ran a hand through his newly cut short blonde hair. "Now we have Victoria, who is absolutely crazy..."
Lita looked over Christian's shoulder as he spoke, watching Jeff once more. This time though, she found that he was watching her through the mirror as well. Catching his gaze, Lita smiled. Jeff smirked slightly as Christian kept talking, and Jeff kept Lita's gaze through the mirror. A mischevious grin slid onto his lips, just before he puckered his lips together and made kissy faces at her through the mirror.
Blushing, Lita kept her eyes on Jeff as he continued to smile at her. She was aware that Christian was still speaking to her, but she simply couldn't concentrate while Jeff was in the room with her. He was almost like a magnet - drawing her attention to him by some unknown, unseen force.
Boy, did she have it bad.
"... and that's why I think Vince should be doing personality tests before he allows anyone to work here. Before the contracts are signed, before anything is finalised.. get a psychological profile done!" Christian said, concluding his little speech. "What do you reckon?"
"Oh, um, I agree with you, Christian. It would help filter out all the the crazies!" Lita looked back up at Christian, tearing her eyes away from Jeff's figure. "But then again, that sure would make working here kind of dull!"
The canadian laughed, smiling brightly. "True, true. But I think that you're just worried that if Vince actually did do those tests, everyone would realise just how crazy you really are!"
Lita gasped, giving a mock glare at Christian as she picked up a shoe lying nearby, and launched it at him. He ducked quickly, letting the shoe go flying across the locker room. He straightened back up again, and pointed his finger at the redheaded diva. "Oh, you're going to get it. Just you wait missy, just you wait."
Giggling, the woman smirked at Christian. "Looking forward to it."
Giving her one last smile, Christian turned to Jeff, still standing on the opposite side of the room. "You've been awful quite over there, Hardy. Anything wrong?"
Jeff shook his head slowly. "No, just getting ready. Psyching myself up..."
"Psyching yourself up? Jeff...You're fighting Lance Storm."
"Exactly." Jeff nodded. "If it were just him and me, one on one, I wouldn't be so worried. But you know what Storm's like! He'll have something up his sleeve... or down his tights, more likely."
Christian gestured to Lita, who was still sitting in the corner of the room. "Hey, you'll have Red out there with you. She'll protect you." He gave her a wink before turning towards the door. "I'm off to my match now."
"Good luck! Kick some butt!" Lita cheered as Christian walked out of the locker room door. As soon as the door was shut behind him, Lita rose up from where she sat and practically ran over to where Jeff stood. He immediately took her in his arms, and held onto her tightly.
The stood there for a while, just holding each other. Until finally, they broke away. Still holding each other's hands, Lita looked up at Jeff adoringly, giving him a cheeky half smile. "I thought he'd never leave."
Jeff tucked a strand of red hair that hung in Lita's face behind her ear. "I still don't see why we can't tell our friends about us. It's hell for me, trying to pretend like nothings changed. Like we're still 'just friends'."
Lita sighed softly, her arms banded around Jeff's back. "Matt knows, and Dawn Marie knows. Already, that's too many people." She paused, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "Jeff, sweetie, if my brother found out about us... I don't know what he'd do."
"Lita, Kurt's going to have to be told about us sooner or later. It's already driving me insane, not being able to hold you when I want to. Having to make sure we're alone before I can kiss you. Not being able to tell everyone in the world how much I care about you."
Her smile growing bigger with each word that Jeff spoke, Lita stood on her tip-toes and kissed Jeff softly on his forehead. Smoothing his hair down, she whispered to him. "You are absolutely adorable."
Jeff grinned, his green eyes sparkling as he looked at her. "Thank you. You know, you're not too bad yourself."
Biting her lip, Lita grabbed Jeff's hands and pulled him over to the couch. Once there, Lita fell back onto it, and pulled Jeff toward her so that he was lying ontop of her. She looked up at him, and licked her lips. Slowly, she leaned forward and caught his lips in hers, her hand playing with his bright green hair.
Jeff let out a small, muffled groan as Lita tore away from his lips, and descended on his right ear - chewing the bottom gently. "Li.. we.. um.. oh God..." Jeff trailed off, unable to complete his sentence. With a charge of desire, Jeff cupped Lita's face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth and dancing with her own.
A knock at the door caused Jeff to jump off from the couch, wiping his mouth quickly and straightening his clothes. "Who is it?" He called out, glancing over at Lita, who was still on the couch, her face flushed.
"It's me!"
Jeff smirked, instantly recognising the voice. He walked over to the door, not yet opening it. "And would that 'me' happen to be the WWE's resident superhero?" Jeff swung the door open, and Shane Helms grinned at both him and Lita.
"Hey guys. I just dropped by to let you know that your match is almost up. Christian just pinned Test --"
The redhead lying on the couch let out a loud hoot, punching her hand in the air. "Yes! Go Christian!" Both Jeff and The Hurricane looked over at her, their eyebrows raised. She shrugged at them. "I'm happy he won, okay?"
Shane laughed, and Jeff turned back to him. "The Rock is just going to do a backstage promo, and then it's on to you and Lance!"
"Thanks Helms. I probably should go out there now, shouldn't I?" Jeff looked back at Lita, then turned to Shane once more. "I've just got a few things I need to do, then we'll be ready. We'll be out there soon."
The Hurricane nodded, waving goodbye to Lita. "C ya both out there! Good luck!"
Jeff shut the door behind him, and walked over to the couch Lita sat at. "I guess we better get out there, hey?"
Lita nodded. "But before I go out there with you, I want to change my top." She said, gesturing to the pink boob tube that was wrapped around her chest.
"Oh. I happen to like that top." Jeff said, a cheeky smile on his face.
"And so do I. But unfortunately, I can't pull of a moonsault - or anything for that matter - without flashing everyone."
Jeff didn't say a word, his face dead pan. Then, he raised one eyebrow slowly. "And what makes you think that's a bad thing?"
Getting up from the couch, Lita walked over to Jeff and whacked him on the chest. "Enough, you naughty thing!" Smiling, she ushered Jeff out the door. "You go wait for me out there. I'll be ready soon."
Jeff stood in the doorway, his back to the hallway of the arena, still facing Lita inside the locker room. "Don't be too long. It normally takes you an hour just to get dress --"
Lita cut him off, kissing his lips forcefully. Pulling away, she shoved him out into the hallway, and began to close the door. "I'll see you in five minutes." Watching as she closed the door shut, Jeff smiled to himself and began to walk down the hallway, towards the stage entrance.
***
Oh, no way.
She must've been seeing things. No way had she actually seen what she had just thought she'd seen. No. Way.
Trish Stratus stomped her foot as she rounded the arena hallway corner. She had been making her way towards the diva's locker room, when she saw Jeff Hardy leaving his locker room. She had stopped, ready to talk to him once he was out of the room. It was then that she saw a pair of hands - female hands - pushing against his chest. Whoever it was, he kept talking to them. Trish watched as suddenly, with a flash of red, Lita leaned forward and kissed Jeff.
Lita. Kissed Jeff. And the Hardy brother didn't look too surprised about it afterwards, which led Trish to believe that the two were together. And from what Dawn Marie had told her a few weeks back, that information wasn't all that surprising. Interesting, but not surprising.
Watching Jeff walk away, down the corridor, Trish felt her brain ticking over with this new information. She continued on her way towards the diva's dressing room, the entire time thinking about what she knew regarding Jeff Hardy and Lita.
She knew that they both had feelings together - and now that was more than obvious. She was pretty sure that they were an official couple. Opening the door to the locker room, Trish suddenly remembered a conversation she had with Lita's brother not long ago. Kurt Angle didn't like Jeff Hardy - at all. She wondered what his reaction to the news was like.
Sitting down in front of the mirror, Trish picked up a brush and began running it through her golden locks. She frowned slightly as she tried to put everything together. Jeff didn't look beat up, which suggested to her two things. Either Angle didn't know about his sister's new boyfriend, or he wasn't too upset about it. And the little blonde diva would put all of her money of the former. She was sure that Kurt simply didn't know about Jeff and Lita being together yet.
Tying her hair up in a casual pony-tail, Trish wondered if Kurt's lack of knowledge about his little sister and Jeff was on purpose. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Lita knew very well that Kurt didn't like either of the Hardys. And as much as Trish hated to admit it, Lita was a smart woman. She wouldn't go do something as stupid as telling Kurt that her and Jeff were together, when she knew that he wouldn't appreciate that news at all.
Trish's frown slid off her pretty face, and a small smirk appeared on her lips. She could have alot of fun with this.