TITLE: False Appearances.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG-13.
CONTENT: A few swear words, a little betrayal, a touch of violence.. things that make a good fic!
SUMMARY: When everything they say are lies, and nothing is as it seems.. Jeff, Trish, Lita, Randy Orton + more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own or have any affiliation with anything or anyone from the WWE.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: It's always welcome. It keeps me alive! So keep sending it, please!
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"And then I told her that she had to be dreaming if she actually thought she had a chance with me! I mean, she was just a writer! As if I would be caught dead dating some nobody writer."
Lita rolled her eyes for what must of been the millionth time that night as she watched Randy Orton laugh at his disgusting snobbery, and then stuff a piece of chicken into his mouth. The redhead picked at the food on her own plate, every now and then placing a morsel of food into her mouth and chewing it carefully. She sighed softly as she watched Randy chew his food loudly, and leering over at her. Tonight had not gone the way she had planned.
Randy had picked her up from her hotel room right on time, and he had driven them to a nice, little restaurant for dinner. The drive there was pleasant enough, with Randy telling Lita how glad he was that she had asked him out. Lita was actually quite flattered that he was so excited to be in her company, until he had muttered something along the lines of 'knowing she had wanted him for a long time now'. She had let that comment pass, simply laughing along. If she had known what the date was going to be like - she would have leapt from the car while it was still moving if it allowed her to get away.
They were halfway through dinner now, and Lita could only pray for the time to go faster. She'd had more than enough of Randy's sexist remarks, arrogant attitude and leering gazes. She could how many times Randy had looked at her face on one hand. The rest of the night he had spent talking to her chest. Yes, things were definitely not how Lita had expected them to be.
And there was still dessert to go.
"So, what exactly made you ask me for a date?" Randy asked suggestively, finishing the remains of the chicken on his plate. "Was it my charms? My good looks? My taut and trim body? Or was it my reputation with the ladies that brought you knocking on my door?"
Lita gave out a small chuckle, inadvertently laughing at his narcissistic comments. She wondered how hurt his egotistical little mind would be if she told him the only reason she had approached him for a date was to make Jeff Hardy jealous? "Well, we've been working here together for almost a year now, but I still hardly know anything about you. I just thought it might be nice to get to know you a little better."
Randy winked at Lita across the table, nodding his head slowly. "Oh, I get it. Well, I can't wait to get to know you better either." His tone was smooth and seductive, and in a few moments Lita realised what Randy was insinuating.
"Ah, no, I think you misunderstood m--"
"No, no, don't go all shy and try to take it back. What's said, is said Lita. I'm just sorry you'll have to wait until after dessert to get back to the hotel room, considering you're so eager."
Lita sighed heavily. "Randy, really, that's not what I meant by getting to know you better. I just mean that I don't really know --"
"Enough talk like that. Let's order some dessert." Randy turned around in his chair, scanning the restaurant for the waitress. He spotted her across the room, serving another party. He clicked his fingers loudly, calling out to her. "Waitress! Waitress! Service please!"
The redhead groaned under her breath. How could anyone possibly be this rude? Especially when he had seemed to caring and genuine earlier... on the very same night! How could someone change so dramatically, so rapidly? Or had Lita's judgement been out of whack when she went to his locker room? Had she been so distressed due to her encounter with Jeff that she simply hadn't taken any notice of Randy's behaviour? Whatever the case was, she was completely regretting making the date in the first place.
The waitress made her way over to their table, trying her hardest not to sent a dirty look Randy's way and stay as professional as she possibly could. "Yes, sir? Anything I can help you with?"
"Yeah. We'd like some dessert now. So some menus would be good."
The dark haired, young waitress looked over at Lita with something that resembled pity. Lita nodded her head. "A menu would be nice, thank you." The waitress nodded back, and turned and walked away to retrieve the menus.
She came back shortly, handing them to Randy and Lita. They looked over the menus for a short time, and then ordered what they had decided on. Randy had ordered a bowl of ice cream, while Lita had chosen a small piece of cheesecake. After the waitress walked away, Randy smirked over at Lita. "Better watch how much you eat there, okay? Wouldn't want you ruining that beautiful figure of yours."
Controlling the urge to pound his face in, Lita took in a breath before replying calmly. "I hardly think one piece of cheesecake is going to 'ruin' anything."
"No matter. You'll be working the calories off later on tonight anyway."
"Really Randy, I think you've got the wrong idea. We're out on a date and that's it. Nothing more will be happening after we're done here. You'll drop me off at my hotel room, we'll say goodnight, and that will be it. You'll leave and go back to your own separate room. Alone."
Randy stayed silent for a while, obviously slightly taken back by Lita's straight out rejection of his 'advances'. After a few awkward moments, he shuffled in his seat and spoke quietly. "Okay. Fine."
The dessert arrived shortly after, and the two ate their food in silence. The ride back to the hotel was just as silent, and even more awkward. Lita felt bad for causing Randy to shut down so much, but knew that she had to let him know exactly what was going on.
Randy walked her up to her hotel room wordlessly and didn't even look at Lita until they had reached her door. She turned around before opening the door, and looked at him. "Um, this wasn't the way I had imagined this night." She played with her hair nervously, unsure of what to say to the man standing in front of her after such a horrible date. "Things didn't really work out, did they?"
"Lita, I'm.. I'm sorry if anything I said or did during the course of the night offended you, or made you feel uncomfortable." Randy apologised, his head bowed slightly. "I was so taken aback when I saw you enter my locker room tonight... I'm just not sure how to behave around you."
He looked up at Lita, and she found herself smiling back at him. She took his hand in hers, and squeezed it gently. "That's actually quite sweet, Randy."
He smiled back at her, and she released his hand. "Well, goodnight. I'm sorry about.. you know. Anyway, I hope you liked the food." Randy offered a small smirk, and then turned away, walking down the corridor.
Lita stood in front of her door for a while, watching as the brunette made his way towards the elevator. Her mind buzzed with different thoughts and feelings, and she acted completely on impulse as she called out his name. "Randy!"
Randy turned around slowly, and walked back to the redhead, confusion obvious on his features. "What is it, Lita?"
"I, um, well.." She gathered her thoughts before speaking again. "Tonight was a disaster. I have to be honest. But maybe, well, maybe we just got off on the wrong foot? Maybe we should try this again before we give up?"
Slowly, a wide grin crept onto Randy's face, the corners of his mouth upturning and dimples appearing on his face. He stepped closer to Lita, and she felt herself become breathless. "I think that's a good idea." And suddenly, practically without warning, Lita felt Randy's lips upon hers.
He pressed his lips gently onto hers, the touch light and gentle. Lita closed her eyes as her knees buckled at the feeling of Randy kissing her, his arm slowly wrapping across her waist. He pulled away, and studied her face. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at him softly. He returned the smile, and leant forward to kiss her once more, this time with slightly more pressure. Lita felt herself fall into the kiss, her eyes closing once more as she leant into his arms, savouring the moment.
And at that very moment, although neither of the two took any notice, the elevator door opened, allowing Jeff Hardy and Christian into the hotel hallway. The two men walked towards their separate rooms, until Christian poked Jeff in the shoulder.
"Um, have I had too much to drink, or is that Lita kissing Randy Orton?"
Jeff immediately cast his eyes in the direction Christian was pointing in, remembering that Lita had told him that she had a date with Orton earlier that night. And sure enough, standing in her doorway, Randy was holding Lita tightly and they were deep in a kiss.
The blonde canadian pulled out his key, and opened his room door. "Well, that's something I never thought I'd see!" He turned to Jeff, smiling. "Looks like she's over you and moved on too!"
Jeff nodded at Christian as he entered his room, closing the door behind him. Jeff turned his attention back to the couple standing in Lita's doorway and felt a queasy feeling swirling in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly feeling himself starting to sweat, and then feeling his pulse race, Jeff reached into his pocket for the room key, praying that Trish was already in bed asleep so that he wouldn't have to explain his reaction to her.
Entering his room quickly and shutting the door behind him, Jeff breathed deeply, calming himself before sliding into bed besides Trish, who slept peacefully.
Yes, it looked like Christian was right. It looked like Lita was over Jeff, and that she had moved on. To Randy Orton. Wasn't this what Jeff wanted? For her to move on from their relationship, allowing him and Trish some peace? Didn't he want Lita to be happy? He thought he did, but as he lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling, he couldn't help but wonder that the thought of Lita with another guy made him sick.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG-13.
CONTENT: A few swear words, a little betrayal, a touch of violence.. things that make a good fic!
SUMMARY: When everything they say are lies, and nothing is as it seems.. Jeff, Trish, Lita, Randy Orton + more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own or have any affiliation with anything or anyone from the WWE.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: It's always welcome. It keeps me alive! So keep sending it, please!
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"And then I told her that she had to be dreaming if she actually thought she had a chance with me! I mean, she was just a writer! As if I would be caught dead dating some nobody writer."
Lita rolled her eyes for what must of been the millionth time that night as she watched Randy Orton laugh at his disgusting snobbery, and then stuff a piece of chicken into his mouth. The redhead picked at the food on her own plate, every now and then placing a morsel of food into her mouth and chewing it carefully. She sighed softly as she watched Randy chew his food loudly, and leering over at her. Tonight had not gone the way she had planned.
Randy had picked her up from her hotel room right on time, and he had driven them to a nice, little restaurant for dinner. The drive there was pleasant enough, with Randy telling Lita how glad he was that she had asked him out. Lita was actually quite flattered that he was so excited to be in her company, until he had muttered something along the lines of 'knowing she had wanted him for a long time now'. She had let that comment pass, simply laughing along. If she had known what the date was going to be like - she would have leapt from the car while it was still moving if it allowed her to get away.
They were halfway through dinner now, and Lita could only pray for the time to go faster. She'd had more than enough of Randy's sexist remarks, arrogant attitude and leering gazes. She could how many times Randy had looked at her face on one hand. The rest of the night he had spent talking to her chest. Yes, things were definitely not how Lita had expected them to be.
And there was still dessert to go.
"So, what exactly made you ask me for a date?" Randy asked suggestively, finishing the remains of the chicken on his plate. "Was it my charms? My good looks? My taut and trim body? Or was it my reputation with the ladies that brought you knocking on my door?"
Lita gave out a small chuckle, inadvertently laughing at his narcissistic comments. She wondered how hurt his egotistical little mind would be if she told him the only reason she had approached him for a date was to make Jeff Hardy jealous? "Well, we've been working here together for almost a year now, but I still hardly know anything about you. I just thought it might be nice to get to know you a little better."
Randy winked at Lita across the table, nodding his head slowly. "Oh, I get it. Well, I can't wait to get to know you better either." His tone was smooth and seductive, and in a few moments Lita realised what Randy was insinuating.
"Ah, no, I think you misunderstood m--"
"No, no, don't go all shy and try to take it back. What's said, is said Lita. I'm just sorry you'll have to wait until after dessert to get back to the hotel room, considering you're so eager."
Lita sighed heavily. "Randy, really, that's not what I meant by getting to know you better. I just mean that I don't really know --"
"Enough talk like that. Let's order some dessert." Randy turned around in his chair, scanning the restaurant for the waitress. He spotted her across the room, serving another party. He clicked his fingers loudly, calling out to her. "Waitress! Waitress! Service please!"
The redhead groaned under her breath. How could anyone possibly be this rude? Especially when he had seemed to caring and genuine earlier... on the very same night! How could someone change so dramatically, so rapidly? Or had Lita's judgement been out of whack when she went to his locker room? Had she been so distressed due to her encounter with Jeff that she simply hadn't taken any notice of Randy's behaviour? Whatever the case was, she was completely regretting making the date in the first place.
The waitress made her way over to their table, trying her hardest not to sent a dirty look Randy's way and stay as professional as she possibly could. "Yes, sir? Anything I can help you with?"
"Yeah. We'd like some dessert now. So some menus would be good."
The dark haired, young waitress looked over at Lita with something that resembled pity. Lita nodded her head. "A menu would be nice, thank you." The waitress nodded back, and turned and walked away to retrieve the menus.
She came back shortly, handing them to Randy and Lita. They looked over the menus for a short time, and then ordered what they had decided on. Randy had ordered a bowl of ice cream, while Lita had chosen a small piece of cheesecake. After the waitress walked away, Randy smirked over at Lita. "Better watch how much you eat there, okay? Wouldn't want you ruining that beautiful figure of yours."
Controlling the urge to pound his face in, Lita took in a breath before replying calmly. "I hardly think one piece of cheesecake is going to 'ruin' anything."
"No matter. You'll be working the calories off later on tonight anyway."
"Really Randy, I think you've got the wrong idea. We're out on a date and that's it. Nothing more will be happening after we're done here. You'll drop me off at my hotel room, we'll say goodnight, and that will be it. You'll leave and go back to your own separate room. Alone."
Randy stayed silent for a while, obviously slightly taken back by Lita's straight out rejection of his 'advances'. After a few awkward moments, he shuffled in his seat and spoke quietly. "Okay. Fine."
The dessert arrived shortly after, and the two ate their food in silence. The ride back to the hotel was just as silent, and even more awkward. Lita felt bad for causing Randy to shut down so much, but knew that she had to let him know exactly what was going on.
Randy walked her up to her hotel room wordlessly and didn't even look at Lita until they had reached her door. She turned around before opening the door, and looked at him. "Um, this wasn't the way I had imagined this night." She played with her hair nervously, unsure of what to say to the man standing in front of her after such a horrible date. "Things didn't really work out, did they?"
"Lita, I'm.. I'm sorry if anything I said or did during the course of the night offended you, or made you feel uncomfortable." Randy apologised, his head bowed slightly. "I was so taken aback when I saw you enter my locker room tonight... I'm just not sure how to behave around you."
He looked up at Lita, and she found herself smiling back at him. She took his hand in hers, and squeezed it gently. "That's actually quite sweet, Randy."
He smiled back at her, and she released his hand. "Well, goodnight. I'm sorry about.. you know. Anyway, I hope you liked the food." Randy offered a small smirk, and then turned away, walking down the corridor.
Lita stood in front of her door for a while, watching as the brunette made his way towards the elevator. Her mind buzzed with different thoughts and feelings, and she acted completely on impulse as she called out his name. "Randy!"
Randy turned around slowly, and walked back to the redhead, confusion obvious on his features. "What is it, Lita?"
"I, um, well.." She gathered her thoughts before speaking again. "Tonight was a disaster. I have to be honest. But maybe, well, maybe we just got off on the wrong foot? Maybe we should try this again before we give up?"
Slowly, a wide grin crept onto Randy's face, the corners of his mouth upturning and dimples appearing on his face. He stepped closer to Lita, and she felt herself become breathless. "I think that's a good idea." And suddenly, practically without warning, Lita felt Randy's lips upon hers.
He pressed his lips gently onto hers, the touch light and gentle. Lita closed her eyes as her knees buckled at the feeling of Randy kissing her, his arm slowly wrapping across her waist. He pulled away, and studied her face. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at him softly. He returned the smile, and leant forward to kiss her once more, this time with slightly more pressure. Lita felt herself fall into the kiss, her eyes closing once more as she leant into his arms, savouring the moment.
And at that very moment, although neither of the two took any notice, the elevator door opened, allowing Jeff Hardy and Christian into the hotel hallway. The two men walked towards their separate rooms, until Christian poked Jeff in the shoulder.
"Um, have I had too much to drink, or is that Lita kissing Randy Orton?"
Jeff immediately cast his eyes in the direction Christian was pointing in, remembering that Lita had told him that she had a date with Orton earlier that night. And sure enough, standing in her doorway, Randy was holding Lita tightly and they were deep in a kiss.
The blonde canadian pulled out his key, and opened his room door. "Well, that's something I never thought I'd see!" He turned to Jeff, smiling. "Looks like she's over you and moved on too!"
Jeff nodded at Christian as he entered his room, closing the door behind him. Jeff turned his attention back to the couple standing in Lita's doorway and felt a queasy feeling swirling in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly feeling himself starting to sweat, and then feeling his pulse race, Jeff reached into his pocket for the room key, praying that Trish was already in bed asleep so that he wouldn't have to explain his reaction to her.
Entering his room quickly and shutting the door behind him, Jeff breathed deeply, calming himself before sliding into bed besides Trish, who slept peacefully.
Yes, it looked like Christian was right. It looked like Lita was over Jeff, and that she had moved on. To Randy Orton. Wasn't this what Jeff wanted? For her to move on from their relationship, allowing him and Trish some peace? Didn't he want Lita to be happy? He thought he did, but as he lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling, he couldn't help but wonder that the thought of Lita with another guy made him sick.