TITLE: False Appearances.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: M 15 +.
CONTENT: This specific chapter, and the following - deal with attempted rape. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further.
SUMMARY: When Lita lies to cover up the way she really feels about Jeff, will she end up in more trouble? Jeff/Trish, Jeff/Lita, Lita/Randy Orton + many 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: I would muchly appreciate any feedback on this chapter. It's been a while since I've updated, and this was kind of a hard chapter to write. I'd like to know how you guys think I did. Did I pull it off? Let me know, leave me a review please!
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The dim glow from the television screen danced around the otherwise dark hotel room, gleaming flashing light onto the faces of the two figures who sat on the floor in front of the screen, their backs pressed up against the end of the bed. The man and woman sat next to each other, the sides of their bodies pushed up against each other, not a single molecule of air able to fit between their flesh. The man's arm lay draped over the woman's shoulder, his fingers sweeping over the bare skin of her shoulder, tracing idle circles.
Soft, almost inaudible words were then whispered into her ear, his mouth just centimetres away from her lobe. He spoke, then pulled away, looking at her with a smile on his face. She laughed warmly, the sound echoing around the empty room. Hearing her laughter, he pulled her closer to him, wrapping another arm around her until she was sitting in his lap. Her face was so close to his own, that the tip of her nose touched his lightly. So close, that he was breathing in the warm air that passed out over her full lips, and drawing it into his own lungs. So close, that all he had to do was tilt his head slightly, and his lips were upon her own.
The television still playing behind them, the two lost themselves in each other, their lips pressed against the others. Their lips danced, soft and gentle at times, and then in a breath, firm and passionate, almost fighting with each other. The woman gave an involuntary whimper as the man's hands ran up and down her sides, sending chills through her entire body as he kissed her hungrily. She sat further onto his lap, feeling his growing reaction to her presence, her arms banding around his neck.
With a surge of desire, the dark haired man trailed his lips down her throat, nibbling and licking at the tender flesh. The woman's breaths grew heavy, her head tilted back and her eyes closed lightly. She ran her fingers through his hair, her nails raking his skin. She leaned forward again, kissing him long and hard. Breathless and filled with a craving that she had been missing, Lita began to wonder just how she got to this point with Randy Orton so quickly, and how close she was to not caring.
Pushing all her wants and urges out of her head, Lita pulled herself out of Randy's grasp, sitting on the floor beside him. Both of them panting and catching their breaths, they looked at each other, Lita's eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and passion, and Randy's filled with frustration and desire. It was the brunette who spoke first. "Lita... is something wrong?"
Roughly combing her fingers through her hair, Lita shook her head. "No, not really. I just..." she sighed, glancing over at the man beside her. "I think we're moving a little too fast. I'm not quite sure I'm ready for where we were going."
With a sharp breath of air, Randy reached for Lita's hand, enveloping it in his own. "It's okay." He ran his fingers over her skin, making her nerves tingle at the touch.
She sent him a small smile, thankful for his understanding and gentleness. Lita appreciated the fact that Randy could accept that she needed some time for things to progress in their relationship, and that he'd have to listen to what she felt she could and couldn't move onto -
Abruptly, his lips were once again upon hers, as he moved towards her and wrapped her in his arms. She kissed him back, although taken by surprise by his sudden movement. Soon, she felt herself relax into the kiss, his tongue soon begging entrance into her mouth and again happily receiving it. Lita was intensely aware of her heart beating strongly and quickly in her chest as Randy pressed himself up against her. She hadn't felt like this since the last time she was with Jeff.
The thought of Jeff entering her mind threw her, and she broke from the kiss suddenly. She looked over at the member of Evolution, her eyes wide. "I'm sorry Randy... I..." But before she could finish, Randy threw his hands up in the air, an almost angry grumble escaping his lips.
"What's wrong, Lita?" He stood up from the floor, turning away from the red head and and pacing back and forth. "I'm trying really hard to understand you and what you're feeling, but it's hard. You're making it really hard for me." He sent a sharp glare her way. "One minute it's like you want me, the next minute you're completely rejecting me!"
Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, wincing at the sound of irritation in Randy's voice, Lita kept still in her position on the floor. She quickly opened her eyes, looking up at the brunette standing above her. "That's not what I'm trying to do. I'm not rejecting you... far from it. You have to know that I want you. I want you alot, Randy. And that's actually what scares me so much."
He knelt back down beside her, pressing himself against her so quickly Lita hardly had any time to comprehend what was happening. She felt his hot moth on the soft skin of her neck, and as she let out a breath of pleasure, the sensation of his teeth gnashing at the delicate flesh alerted her. Lita pushed against his shoulders, suddenly feeling the need of space between their two bodies. She muttered his name in discomfort, needing him to pull away. Instead, the touch of his hand on the bare skin of her stomach sent uneasy chills throughout her body.
"Oh, Lita." Holding her against him tightly, Randy nibbled Lita's neck while his hand travelled from her stomach to the hem of her shirt, fingering the material lightly. Then his fingers ran over the skin beneath the shirt, his hand skimming it's way towards the swell of her breasts. "I know you feel what I'm feeling right now. This desire..." He seized the hollow of her neck with his tongue, his words becoming mumbled against her skin. ".. this heat... this intensity... this urge and lack of control over your body...." With his words, Randy let out a throaty growl, and pushed himself even closer to the diva, allowing her to feel his strength against her.
Still shoving his shoulders away, Lita felt her heart beat rise in her chest with what she recognised as panic. What happened? What was happening? Things were just going on so quickly, and she suddenly found herself struggling against Randy's power and completely out of control. She heard herself release a whimper of pain as she felt his large hands grip her thighs firmly, his thumb running over the sensitive skin as he forced her legs open. "No!" She heard herself cry, the terror in her voice showing in the shaky waver. "Randy, please, get off!"
"You feel it, I know you do." Randy's words were slick and lined with lust and fervour. "You feel it just like I do, Lita. These games that you play... all that playing around. 'I want you, I don't want you, but I really want you'. It took me a while, but I finally figured it out." He ran his hand through Lita's fiery red hair, pulling tightly so that her head snapped back. "You want me to take control. You want me to do this. You want it."
Her panic rising with each of Randy's words, Lita struggled against the man, finding her strength and kicking and clawing at him, pushing him away. "No!" She screamed, her voice high pitched and desperate. "No, no! Get off me! Just get off me!" With a swift, deft kick to his groin, Lita managed to crawl away from Randy's writhing body, standing up quickly. She threw a glance at the dark haired man on the floor, curling up into a ball, and a sharp breath drew into her lungs as the realisation of what almost happened hit her hard.
Eyes wide, breaths shallow - Lita felt her legs begin to move as she ran out of the hotel room, down the corridor towards her own room. Fumbling for the key card that was stuck in her pocket, the woman leaned against the wooden door to keep herself from falling to the ground as her knees buckled. She raised the key card to the slot to open the door, and saw how badly her hands were shaking. With some effort, she opened the door and stumbled into her dark and empty room. Flinging herself onto the double bed, and wrapped her arms around herself, images of what happened just seconds ago flooded her brain.
Randy clutching at her, not letting go, prying her legs open, harshly whispering in her ear, forcing his lips onto hers. Lita felt a wave of nausea sweep over her, and she clutched a hand to her mouth as she ran to the bathroom, falling to her knees on the cold tiles and hugging the ceramic toilet bowl as the bile rose up in her throat.
Randy had tried to rape her.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: M 15 +.
CONTENT: This specific chapter, and the following - deal with attempted rape. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further.
SUMMARY: When Lita lies to cover up the way she really feels about Jeff, will she end up in more trouble? Jeff/Trish, Jeff/Lita, Lita/Randy Orton + many 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: I would muchly appreciate any feedback on this chapter. It's been a while since I've updated, and this was kind of a hard chapter to write. I'd like to know how you guys think I did. Did I pull it off? Let me know, leave me a review please!
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The dim glow from the television screen danced around the otherwise dark hotel room, gleaming flashing light onto the faces of the two figures who sat on the floor in front of the screen, their backs pressed up against the end of the bed. The man and woman sat next to each other, the sides of their bodies pushed up against each other, not a single molecule of air able to fit between their flesh. The man's arm lay draped over the woman's shoulder, his fingers sweeping over the bare skin of her shoulder, tracing idle circles.
Soft, almost inaudible words were then whispered into her ear, his mouth just centimetres away from her lobe. He spoke, then pulled away, looking at her with a smile on his face. She laughed warmly, the sound echoing around the empty room. Hearing her laughter, he pulled her closer to him, wrapping another arm around her until she was sitting in his lap. Her face was so close to his own, that the tip of her nose touched his lightly. So close, that he was breathing in the warm air that passed out over her full lips, and drawing it into his own lungs. So close, that all he had to do was tilt his head slightly, and his lips were upon her own.
The television still playing behind them, the two lost themselves in each other, their lips pressed against the others. Their lips danced, soft and gentle at times, and then in a breath, firm and passionate, almost fighting with each other. The woman gave an involuntary whimper as the man's hands ran up and down her sides, sending chills through her entire body as he kissed her hungrily. She sat further onto his lap, feeling his growing reaction to her presence, her arms banding around his neck.
With a surge of desire, the dark haired man trailed his lips down her throat, nibbling and licking at the tender flesh. The woman's breaths grew heavy, her head tilted back and her eyes closed lightly. She ran her fingers through his hair, her nails raking his skin. She leaned forward again, kissing him long and hard. Breathless and filled with a craving that she had been missing, Lita began to wonder just how she got to this point with Randy Orton so quickly, and how close she was to not caring.
Pushing all her wants and urges out of her head, Lita pulled herself out of Randy's grasp, sitting on the floor beside him. Both of them panting and catching their breaths, they looked at each other, Lita's eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and passion, and Randy's filled with frustration and desire. It was the brunette who spoke first. "Lita... is something wrong?"
Roughly combing her fingers through her hair, Lita shook her head. "No, not really. I just..." she sighed, glancing over at the man beside her. "I think we're moving a little too fast. I'm not quite sure I'm ready for where we were going."
With a sharp breath of air, Randy reached for Lita's hand, enveloping it in his own. "It's okay." He ran his fingers over her skin, making her nerves tingle at the touch.
She sent him a small smile, thankful for his understanding and gentleness. Lita appreciated the fact that Randy could accept that she needed some time for things to progress in their relationship, and that he'd have to listen to what she felt she could and couldn't move onto -
Abruptly, his lips were once again upon hers, as he moved towards her and wrapped her in his arms. She kissed him back, although taken by surprise by his sudden movement. Soon, she felt herself relax into the kiss, his tongue soon begging entrance into her mouth and again happily receiving it. Lita was intensely aware of her heart beating strongly and quickly in her chest as Randy pressed himself up against her. She hadn't felt like this since the last time she was with Jeff.
The thought of Jeff entering her mind threw her, and she broke from the kiss suddenly. She looked over at the member of Evolution, her eyes wide. "I'm sorry Randy... I..." But before she could finish, Randy threw his hands up in the air, an almost angry grumble escaping his lips.
"What's wrong, Lita?" He stood up from the floor, turning away from the red head and and pacing back and forth. "I'm trying really hard to understand you and what you're feeling, but it's hard. You're making it really hard for me." He sent a sharp glare her way. "One minute it's like you want me, the next minute you're completely rejecting me!"
Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, wincing at the sound of irritation in Randy's voice, Lita kept still in her position on the floor. She quickly opened her eyes, looking up at the brunette standing above her. "That's not what I'm trying to do. I'm not rejecting you... far from it. You have to know that I want you. I want you alot, Randy. And that's actually what scares me so much."
He knelt back down beside her, pressing himself against her so quickly Lita hardly had any time to comprehend what was happening. She felt his hot moth on the soft skin of her neck, and as she let out a breath of pleasure, the sensation of his teeth gnashing at the delicate flesh alerted her. Lita pushed against his shoulders, suddenly feeling the need of space between their two bodies. She muttered his name in discomfort, needing him to pull away. Instead, the touch of his hand on the bare skin of her stomach sent uneasy chills throughout her body.
"Oh, Lita." Holding her against him tightly, Randy nibbled Lita's neck while his hand travelled from her stomach to the hem of her shirt, fingering the material lightly. Then his fingers ran over the skin beneath the shirt, his hand skimming it's way towards the swell of her breasts. "I know you feel what I'm feeling right now. This desire..." He seized the hollow of her neck with his tongue, his words becoming mumbled against her skin. ".. this heat... this intensity... this urge and lack of control over your body...." With his words, Randy let out a throaty growl, and pushed himself even closer to the diva, allowing her to feel his strength against her.
Still shoving his shoulders away, Lita felt her heart beat rise in her chest with what she recognised as panic. What happened? What was happening? Things were just going on so quickly, and she suddenly found herself struggling against Randy's power and completely out of control. She heard herself release a whimper of pain as she felt his large hands grip her thighs firmly, his thumb running over the sensitive skin as he forced her legs open. "No!" She heard herself cry, the terror in her voice showing in the shaky waver. "Randy, please, get off!"
"You feel it, I know you do." Randy's words were slick and lined with lust and fervour. "You feel it just like I do, Lita. These games that you play... all that playing around. 'I want you, I don't want you, but I really want you'. It took me a while, but I finally figured it out." He ran his hand through Lita's fiery red hair, pulling tightly so that her head snapped back. "You want me to take control. You want me to do this. You want it."
Her panic rising with each of Randy's words, Lita struggled against the man, finding her strength and kicking and clawing at him, pushing him away. "No!" She screamed, her voice high pitched and desperate. "No, no! Get off me! Just get off me!" With a swift, deft kick to his groin, Lita managed to crawl away from Randy's writhing body, standing up quickly. She threw a glance at the dark haired man on the floor, curling up into a ball, and a sharp breath drew into her lungs as the realisation of what almost happened hit her hard.
Eyes wide, breaths shallow - Lita felt her legs begin to move as she ran out of the hotel room, down the corridor towards her own room. Fumbling for the key card that was stuck in her pocket, the woman leaned against the wooden door to keep herself from falling to the ground as her knees buckled. She raised the key card to the slot to open the door, and saw how badly her hands were shaking. With some effort, she opened the door and stumbled into her dark and empty room. Flinging herself onto the double bed, and wrapped her arms around herself, images of what happened just seconds ago flooded her brain.
Randy clutching at her, not letting go, prying her legs open, harshly whispering in her ear, forcing his lips onto hers. Lita felt a wave of nausea sweep over her, and she clutched a hand to her mouth as she ran to the bathroom, falling to her knees on the cold tiles and hugging the ceramic toilet bowl as the bile rose up in her throat.
Randy had tried to rape her.