TITLE: All My Love.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@y...
RATING: I haven't finished it yet, but I'll make it *R*, just in
case I decide to be a little naughty. ^_^
CONTENT: Swearing (naughty words!), Sexual themes, and Violence. All
the things that make a good fic! hehe. Also in the next few chapters there will be assault.. so, if anyone's offended, turn away!
SUMMARY: Lita get's a secret admirer... That turns out to be more than a little creepy. Lita/Jeff pairing.
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.
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He was standing in front of her, a wide grin sitting on his face. His hair was tied back in a pony tail, a few strands falling onto his face. He was looking down at her, and his eyes shone with something that sent chills down Lita's spine.
"It was you? You're my secret admirer?"
"Surprise sweetheart." He breathed in a deep, low voice. He was standing so close to her that she could feel the heat emanating from his body.
"Yeah, it certainly is a surprise. I never even thought... I mean, I would never have guessed that.. it was you." She stumbled on her words, the nerves causing her to visibly shake. She could see behind him that the door was closed. Hunter Hearst Helmsley was her secret admirer, and she was alone with him. They were alone.. in her hotel room.
He stepped closer to her, his eyes never leaving her. "Champagne?"
Lita shook her head, biting her lip. What was happening around her seemed surreal. Hunter pouring himself a glass of champagne; his eyes always glancing back at her every now and then; a seductive smile playing on his lips.
This couldn't be right. Lita felt herself tense up as he turned to her once more, the glass of champagne in his hand. This just couldn't be right. Triple H? After all that he had done to her, after all the fights and feuds and wars, after everything... HE was her secret admirer?
It just didn't make any sense. They had never gotten along. They had been up against each other so many times, no one could consider them friends. No one could even consider them work mates. They were just so different - they were enemies. Plain and simple.
Lita looked at him over her glass, and she watched as he drank his champagne, downing it quickly. He reached out for the bottle, and filled his glass once more. He turned to her. "Are you sure you don't want a glass?" She shook her head, and he placed the bottle back into the bucket of ice.
Hunter sipped his glass, and sat back onto her bed. He patted the area beside him, and smiled at her. "Sit down. Relax. This is supposed to be a relaxing, enjoyable night."
Lita hesitated. Maybe this was a set up. The whole thing. He couldn't actually be attracted to her. He couldn't actually be interested in her... this must be a set up. It was either a set up, or Triple H had gone insane.
She looked around the room, as thoughts raced through her mind. Memories of all the times she'd been confronted with him. Times that he'd threatened her when she was warring with Stephanie over the Women's Championship. The time when he'd teamed up with Trish Stratus against her. And then one memory burned clear in her mind above all others. When Hunter just stood beside Stone Cold, as he pounded that steel chair into her. When he held her up by the hair so Stone Cold could give her a hellacious stunner. That whole night she'd been tortured by Hunter and Stone Cold. She felt physically sick at the memory. And now - he was writing her love letters?
"I don't think I can ever relax around you again, Hunter."
He frowned, and stood up from the bed. He stepped closer to her, and Lita instinctively backed away with each step he took.
She took in the confused look on his face, and let out a nervous laugh.
"You don't even remember, do you?" She scoffed, feeling the anger at this man rise up within her. "You've probably forgotten all about that night. You've probably forgotten everything you've ever done to me, and to the Hardys."
He shook his head, the frown melting from his face. His expression was calm, and steady.
"Quite the opposite, my dear Lita. I remember everything."
Lita kept walking backwards, until she felt something cold and hard press up against her back. She looked over her shoulder and realized she was up against the wall.
She was trapped.
Hunter's face was just inches away from hers as he continued to speak. A smile played on his lips once more, and Lita saw a flash of something unrecognisable in his eyes.
"I remember every time I've touched you. Every time I've looked at you. I remember it all." He pointed to his head. "I replay it all in here, every night."
Lita began to shake, as he moved forward, closing the space that was between his body and hers. His arms were at each side of her, his hands against the wall, his body pressed against hers.
"Ever since I first caught sight of you, I knew had to have you. You were always so vibrant, so full of life." He raised a hand to her hair, running his fingers through it. Lita shook her head, trying to free her hair from his hand. He merely smiled even more. "The other women here are fake. They're nothing but eye candy."
"What about Stephanie?"
"What about her? She was just a stepping stone for me, Lita. She meant nothing. Strictly business." Hunter traced her jaw line with his thumb as he continued. "You - on the other hand..."
He stopped suddenly as Lita struggled against him, trying to break free. It was no use. There was no way in the world she could over power this man. He simply pushed against her with even more force, causing her to let out a sharp cry.
"As I was saying. You, my dear Lita, you are the woman I love."
Lita's eyes flew to his as the word registered in her brain. Love? Now she knew he'd gone insane.
"Hunter, you don't love me. How can you say that? You don't know anything about me." Her mouth had gone dry, making it difficult for her to speak. She kept licking her lips in a desperate attempt to keep them moist. God, her heart was pounding so hard...
"I know that you're gorgeous. I know that I love the way you move, the way you talk, the way you wrestle. I know that you have a beautiful smile. I know that you have amazing eyes." His eyes were blazing with intensity.
Lita bit her lip. This wasn't going well. At all.
"They're all only physical things Hunter." She tried to reason with him, but as soon as the words left her mouth, he held his hand to her lips forcefully, silencing her and smiled.
"That's all I need."
Triple H pulled his hand away, and pressed his lips to Lita's. She fought against him, but he was too strong. He held her hands to the wall with his own, and pinned her legs beneath his. His kiss was strong, and harsh. Lita felt a sharp twinge in her lower lip, and with a jolt she realized that he had bit her. Lita barely had time to register that thought when she felt his tongue enter her mouth.
She closed her eyes, trying to keep the tears that had welled in her eyes from spilling onto her face. She didn't want him to see her cry. Didn't want to show any weakness.
Didn't want him to know that she was terrified.
After what seemed like an eternity, Hunter pulled away, still pinning her to the wall. Triple H kissed Lita's cheek softly, before letting go of her. She looked at him, terror in her eyes. Unsure of what he was planning to do next. She looked down at her arms, and knew that the force of his grip would leave bruises.
He turned and walked towards the door. He turned the handle, and stood in the door way, watching Lita as she collapsed onto her bed and let the tears fall. As he closed the door on her weeping form, he smiled to himself.
"Good night, my sweetheart."
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@y...
RATING: I haven't finished it yet, but I'll make it *R*, just in
case I decide to be a little naughty. ^_^
CONTENT: Swearing (naughty words!), Sexual themes, and Violence. All
the things that make a good fic! hehe. Also in the next few chapters there will be assault.. so, if anyone's offended, turn away!
SUMMARY: Lita get's a secret admirer... That turns out to be more than a little creepy. Lita/Jeff pairing.
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.
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He was standing in front of her, a wide grin sitting on his face. His hair was tied back in a pony tail, a few strands falling onto his face. He was looking down at her, and his eyes shone with something that sent chills down Lita's spine.
"It was you? You're my secret admirer?"
"Surprise sweetheart." He breathed in a deep, low voice. He was standing so close to her that she could feel the heat emanating from his body.
"Yeah, it certainly is a surprise. I never even thought... I mean, I would never have guessed that.. it was you." She stumbled on her words, the nerves causing her to visibly shake. She could see behind him that the door was closed. Hunter Hearst Helmsley was her secret admirer, and she was alone with him. They were alone.. in her hotel room.
He stepped closer to her, his eyes never leaving her. "Champagne?"
Lita shook her head, biting her lip. What was happening around her seemed surreal. Hunter pouring himself a glass of champagne; his eyes always glancing back at her every now and then; a seductive smile playing on his lips.
This couldn't be right. Lita felt herself tense up as he turned to her once more, the glass of champagne in his hand. This just couldn't be right. Triple H? After all that he had done to her, after all the fights and feuds and wars, after everything... HE was her secret admirer?
It just didn't make any sense. They had never gotten along. They had been up against each other so many times, no one could consider them friends. No one could even consider them work mates. They were just so different - they were enemies. Plain and simple.
Lita looked at him over her glass, and she watched as he drank his champagne, downing it quickly. He reached out for the bottle, and filled his glass once more. He turned to her. "Are you sure you don't want a glass?" She shook her head, and he placed the bottle back into the bucket of ice.
Hunter sipped his glass, and sat back onto her bed. He patted the area beside him, and smiled at her. "Sit down. Relax. This is supposed to be a relaxing, enjoyable night."
Lita hesitated. Maybe this was a set up. The whole thing. He couldn't actually be attracted to her. He couldn't actually be interested in her... this must be a set up. It was either a set up, or Triple H had gone insane.
She looked around the room, as thoughts raced through her mind. Memories of all the times she'd been confronted with him. Times that he'd threatened her when she was warring with Stephanie over the Women's Championship. The time when he'd teamed up with Trish Stratus against her. And then one memory burned clear in her mind above all others. When Hunter just stood beside Stone Cold, as he pounded that steel chair into her. When he held her up by the hair so Stone Cold could give her a hellacious stunner. That whole night she'd been tortured by Hunter and Stone Cold. She felt physically sick at the memory. And now - he was writing her love letters?
"I don't think I can ever relax around you again, Hunter."
He frowned, and stood up from the bed. He stepped closer to her, and Lita instinctively backed away with each step he took.
She took in the confused look on his face, and let out a nervous laugh.
"You don't even remember, do you?" She scoffed, feeling the anger at this man rise up within her. "You've probably forgotten all about that night. You've probably forgotten everything you've ever done to me, and to the Hardys."
He shook his head, the frown melting from his face. His expression was calm, and steady.
"Quite the opposite, my dear Lita. I remember everything."
Lita kept walking backwards, until she felt something cold and hard press up against her back. She looked over her shoulder and realized she was up against the wall.
She was trapped.
Hunter's face was just inches away from hers as he continued to speak. A smile played on his lips once more, and Lita saw a flash of something unrecognisable in his eyes.
"I remember every time I've touched you. Every time I've looked at you. I remember it all." He pointed to his head. "I replay it all in here, every night."
Lita began to shake, as he moved forward, closing the space that was between his body and hers. His arms were at each side of her, his hands against the wall, his body pressed against hers.
"Ever since I first caught sight of you, I knew had to have you. You were always so vibrant, so full of life." He raised a hand to her hair, running his fingers through it. Lita shook her head, trying to free her hair from his hand. He merely smiled even more. "The other women here are fake. They're nothing but eye candy."
"What about Stephanie?"
"What about her? She was just a stepping stone for me, Lita. She meant nothing. Strictly business." Hunter traced her jaw line with his thumb as he continued. "You - on the other hand..."
He stopped suddenly as Lita struggled against him, trying to break free. It was no use. There was no way in the world she could over power this man. He simply pushed against her with even more force, causing her to let out a sharp cry.
"As I was saying. You, my dear Lita, you are the woman I love."
Lita's eyes flew to his as the word registered in her brain. Love? Now she knew he'd gone insane.
"Hunter, you don't love me. How can you say that? You don't know anything about me." Her mouth had gone dry, making it difficult for her to speak. She kept licking her lips in a desperate attempt to keep them moist. God, her heart was pounding so hard...
"I know that you're gorgeous. I know that I love the way you move, the way you talk, the way you wrestle. I know that you have a beautiful smile. I know that you have amazing eyes." His eyes were blazing with intensity.
Lita bit her lip. This wasn't going well. At all.
"They're all only physical things Hunter." She tried to reason with him, but as soon as the words left her mouth, he held his hand to her lips forcefully, silencing her and smiled.
"That's all I need."
Triple H pulled his hand away, and pressed his lips to Lita's. She fought against him, but he was too strong. He held her hands to the wall with his own, and pinned her legs beneath his. His kiss was strong, and harsh. Lita felt a sharp twinge in her lower lip, and with a jolt she realized that he had bit her. Lita barely had time to register that thought when she felt his tongue enter her mouth.
She closed her eyes, trying to keep the tears that had welled in her eyes from spilling onto her face. She didn't want him to see her cry. Didn't want to show any weakness.
Didn't want him to know that she was terrified.
After what seemed like an eternity, Hunter pulled away, still pinning her to the wall. Triple H kissed Lita's cheek softly, before letting go of her. She looked at him, terror in her eyes. Unsure of what he was planning to do next. She looked down at her arms, and knew that the force of his grip would leave bruises.
He turned and walked towards the door. He turned the handle, and stood in the door way, watching Lita as she collapsed onto her bed and let the tears fall. As he closed the door on her weeping form, he smiled to himself.
"Good night, my sweetheart."