Self Indulgence

Disclaimer: I lay claim to nothing that you recognize. Period.

Spoilers: Ha..ha…no.

Rating: R for explicit content and language

Summary: Things aren't always as perfect as they seem….

Notes: Nothing that hasn't been said already…I'm sorry with the length between updates, just the whole situation regarding Matt/Amy/Adam ..

Thanks to: everyone who reviewed the last chapter and to everyone who has reviewed the story. I can honestly say, I didn't expect to get much feedback, but I appreciate each and everyone of you more than you'll ever know.

An Apology: I didn't mean to abandon this story- honestly! I just started losing my creative direction and didn't want to force any of the updates. My updates for this piece will continue to be sporadic until I can find my creative direction again. At times I find it difficult to continue with this piece given certain circumstances..

Now, with that out of the way.. This chapter will be longer than the previous and full of nothing but Randy/Lita.. Albeit, it was a tad difficult to write as the chapter proceeded.. You'll see why (I think). Then it's back to the real world.

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Lita never realized how small the bed was in her Sanford home.. But then, maybe it was because she hadn't slept in her own bed that much. Being on the road and all, meant little chances to really return to the comforts of home. However, as one hazel eye opened- she realized she wasn't on the bed.. For that matter, she wasn't even in her bedroom. Somehow, she had fallen asleep on the couch in her living room; a couch that really wasn't that small.. But seemed smaller when occupied by two people. The redheaded Diva expelled a tiny yawn, blinking rapidly in an attempt to wake up as her eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit living room. Had she slept the previous day away? The arm around her waist tightened, pulling her closer to the warm body behind her. A smile crept over her face, a soft sigh escaping her as she relaxed in Randy's one armed hold. His face was buried in her fiery locks, warm breath tickling the fine hairs on the back of her neck. His other arm was hidden beneath one of the throw pillows, his fingers peeking out beneath the flounce. For a moment she thought the Legend Killer was still sleeping, but when she felt the lightest of kisses brushing against her skin..

"As much as I enjoy this.." Lita began softly, a hand coming to rest over his exposed wrist. "I don't even know what time it is."

Randy chuckled ever so softly, "Why does that matter? It's not like either of us have to be anywhere anytime soon."

The redhead rolled her eyes, "That's not the point Randy. It does matter if it's night time or not.. Considering that I haven't eaten anything since dinner."

He smiled against her neck, his hand splaying over her stomach as he spoke. "Check my watch."

Absently, she flicked a glance to the aforementioned watch, informing him that it was only 3:00 p.m. in the afternoon.

"See?" He informed her with a feather light kiss to her neck, "Now go back to sleep."

She smirked though he couldn't see it, "Well since I haven't had the chance to take a real shower, I'd kinda like to do that… instead of sleeping."

"Li," he squeezed her waist tightly, "We're away from the rest of the roster.. Away from any prying eyes.. Why can't we just enjoy this while we have the chance?"

She frowned at that, "You mean when we don't have to worry about getting caught, right…? Where this doesn't look as bad as it really is."

"That's not what I meant," his exposed hand drifted to rest on her hip. "Besides- we won't have to worry about that much longer."

The frown on her face deepened as she turned awkwardly to face him. "And you're sure that's the only way to go about this…? I mean, leaving Stacy alone and-"

Randy brushed his index finger over her parted lips, his tone firm but soft when he spoke. "I don't want to talk about that right now."

Lita brought up a hand to caress his cheek, "Why are we here, Randy?"

An eyebrow arched at that, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean what I said," her eyes fluttered shut a moment. "Why are we here.. In my living room, on this couch.."

Blue eyes shone with confusion, "Because we fell asleep?"

Lita's throat went dry, her lips suddenly parched; the redheaded Diva swallowed audibly. "Why did you follow me?"

A light frown appeared on his face, "I already told you why.. We weren't done talking in the hotel room, and I wanted some answers.. You ran, so I followed you."

Her forehead etched, "But why?"

Randy let out an exasperated sigh, "Things couldn't just end like they did.. Not after what we've gone through to keep this out of-"

She sighed, "Why don't you just say what it is, Randy. To hide this- like cowards. Two people too afraid to face the facts."

The frown on his face deepened, "The only person who's had problems facing the facts is you."

Lita blinked, emotions swirling beneath the surface of her hazel depths. "And just what are those facts, huh? The way I see it, the facts are that what we've been doing is wrong."

Randy smiled wryly, "It became wrong after a certain point, but before that? I wasn't seeing anyone and neither were you.. So how was it wrong?"

"It just was," she sighed in frustration, "Because.. You and I.. We just.. We're-"

"What?" He cut her off quietly, blue eyes gazing at her with an intensity that near startled her. "What are we, Li?"

"I don't know," Lita's meek reply came on a whisper. "I don't know what we are.. I don't know what I am to you and-"

He lifted his free hand to cup her cheek, the pad of his thumb grazing gently over the smooth surface. "Don't look for answers to questions that don't need to be answered."

"How can you say that?"

"Because its true," the movements of his thumb slowly ceased. "We don't need to answer those questions right now. We don't know what we are right now.. All that matters -right now- is that you're with me and that I'm with you."

Defiantly, she shook her head. "It won't be that way forever."

"I never said it would be," inwardly the Legend Killer sighed. "But don't think about then, focus on now. We'll figure this out as we go along, like we always have."

Lita regarded him skeptically, "Like we always have? Randy, all we've done is-"

"Think about it, Li." Randy slid his arm from beneath the pillow, propping his head in his hand. "Since this began, did you ever think about the future?"

The redhead bit her lower lip, her gaze retracting from his. "Not in depth.."

"Then why start now?"

Her eyes met his again, "Because we have to start somewhere if.." she trailed off, her voice unsure as her eyes were cast downwards. "Never mind."

Randy hooked a finger beneath her chin, gently raising her face until her eyes locked with his. "If it means that much to you, then we'll talk about it.. But not now." His finger traveled along her jaw, tracing the familiar curve. "All I want to do right now, is forget about everything else.. We're all that matters, right now."

xoxox

Lita held his unwavering gaze, the Diva desperately trying to search for the answers she sought. Her eyes closed again as the tip of his finger continued to travel- tracing her cheekbone, across and down her nose. Her lips parted involuntarily as he languidly traced the surface. Her breath hitched in her throat when she opened her eyes to find that he was still staring at her with all of the previous intensity. Passion burned like wildfire in her veins, his blue orbs darkening with lust as her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. Randy brushed his fingers over her forehead, smoothing back the red locks from her face. His hand held at her cheek as she brought up a hand; her fingertips grazing gently over his jaw. He turned his face to kiss her open palm, his eyes closing as she repeated his previous actions. Randy licked his lips when her movement ceased- their eyes locking as the air between them grew hot with anticipation. Lita sucked in a sharp breath as his face moved closer, hazel eyes still drawn to his probing blue. And just before his mouth descended on hers, she let out a breath; all previous thoughts on the past few weeks flying from her mind.

Their mouths melded together, just as they had many times before. But this time- there would be no one to stop them. No one to worry about.. No sneaking around in the shadows, no slipping out of a hotel room after hours. It was just them, in her living room and on her couch and in the middle of the afternoon at that.. Away from the rest of the roster, away from the prying eyes and ears of her concerned friends. The hand that had been propping his head moved to cup the back of her neck, drawing her closer still to his form. Their kiss grew urgent as he threaded his hand in her hair. Instinctively they shifted so that her back was pressed against the couch cushions. Randy moved his hand from her hair to caress her cheek, his other hand grasping her hip when they parted for the necessary breath. And as Lita opened her clouded eyes to meet his heavy lidded gaze- she couldn't remember when she had closed them. His fingers splayed over her jean clad thigh, his thumb massaging small circles near the waistband. She barely had the time to suck in a sharp breath before his mouth molded to hers once more, her eyes shutting tightly as she gave way to her base wants and innermost desires.

They were more than just a man and a woman this time.

His tongue slipped out, pleading for an entrance which she readily gave. She sighed against him, her hands moving up his sides, over his back before they settled on his shoulders. Their tongues clashed, fighting for dominance; hungrily the kiss ensued. The hand that was on her thigh moved slowly up her side, the tips of his fingers resting beneath her covered breast. She arched against him- his touch sending sparks through her body. Painfully slow, Randy cupped the mound of flesh; his lower body grinding sensuously against hers. Lita's outer leg lifted, bending at the knee before it wrapped tightly around his waist. Randy's face lifted from hers but a moment, the two catching their breath as her hands went to his hair; her fingers threading through his dark brown locks before their lips met again. Their tongues danced again as he slid his hand up her shirt. Her hands moved slowly from his face, resting over his collarbones before they continued to trail down his chest. The redhead's body shuddered as his fingertips danced over her skin- blazing a familiar path upwards until they reached their destination. He cupped her through the satin and lace material of her bra, his mouth moving from hers simultaneously.

Lita's eyes flew open as his lips left hers, the redhead feeling suddenly empty before his mouth closed over her neck. Her fingers massaged his scalp as he lavished his attentions on her neck, the hand that was under her shirt slowly traveling back down. Randy continued his ministrations to the smooth column of her neck, kissing the surface as his mouth danced towards her ear. She titled her head to the side, her body arching as he drew her earlobe between his teeth. The redhead's hands left his hair, her fingernails grazing over the exposed skin of his neck and collarbones. Her hands continued to explore his upper body over the fabric of his shirt before she slid her hands beneath; resting them momentarily on his sculpted abdomen. His mouth moved lower, back to the sensitive pulse point beneath her ear as her fingers danced upwards. All the while, he continued to grind against her, she mimicking his actions with a fevered frenzy. Her outer leg still hooked around his waist, her free limb wedged momentarily beneath his. She managed to free her foot, grazing the bare limb over his calf as they continued to explore one another. Her brain just registered the fleeting touch as his hand moved from her skin. That emptiness returning to her swiftly as the kisses on her neck ceased.

xoxox

Through a lust filled gaze, she regarded him. Her mouth parting to speak when he abruptly cut her off with a nod of his head. Realization somehow dawned as he removed his body from hers, their hair mussed from their recent heated encounter. Randy's eyes never left hers as he stood, a hand extending to her when he was on his feet. Almost too readily Lita accepted his hand, his fingers closing over hers as he helped her to her feet. He brought her hand to his face, his lips brushing over her knuckles; a smile forming on his features as he lead her out of the living room. Idly she hoped she had remembered to lock the door, the redhead contemplating if she should take the phone off the hook or just unplug the damned contraption all together. But she did neither, her thoughts too pre-occupied as they made their way to the stairs. Her mind flooded with memories as they walked- she recalling the very first time they had dared to cross the invisible line. The line -not between friends and lovers nor lovers and enemies- but between mere acquaintances and lovers. Had she been in a more coherent state of mind, she may have found their situation odd.. But she wasn't and thus she followed behind him; their hands still joined as they made their way up the steps. No words were spoken between them as he continued on his way- the path all too familiar to them both when he visited her Sanford home.

They paused outside of her bedroom, Randy drawing her closer to him as they stood in the hallway. Lita glanced up at him curiously, her lips parting to speak before his mouth descended. His arms banded around her waist, holding her tighter still as their kiss deepened. She waited for the moment that the bedroom door would open, they stumbling across the threshold as they had done many times before. But when they did, it was not to the bed that they fell. Instead he swept her into his arms, his mouth freeing hers as he made his way to the adjoining bathroom. Wordlessly still, he set her down; his forehead coming to rest against hers.. His breath coming out in a heavy pant before he broke the silence.

"Your shower.." he whispered against her mouth, "Or did you-"

She cut him off as she closed the distance, "I have a better idea.." she whispered against his mouth when she pulled away.

Her eyes held his while she reached for the brass handles of the bathtub, she plugging the drain before the handles were turned. A grin formed on his face as the tub slowly filled, Randy advancing towards her, shutting the door out of habit. They stood before each other in what could be called contemplative silence, her hands resting on his collarbones while his grasped her hips. With calculated movement, he brought her shirt upwards, slowly peeling the cotton fabric from her body. Next he removed her bra, his hands closing over her exposed chest as the lacey garment fell to the floor. Naturally, his next intent was to remove her jeans; but her hands halted his actions before he could proceed. Idly she flicked a glance to the still filling tub; selecting a nearby bottle of her favorite bubble bath. She licked her lips, holding his gaze while she poured a bit of the liquid into the flowing water. When she was satisfied, she capped the bottle, setting it back on the counter before she faced him fully. Again he went to remove her jeans, but again he stopped his actions. A near frustrated look crossed his face before her hands went to the buttons of his dress shirt. Methodically slow, she unbuttoned his shirt, he shrugging his shoulders when the last button was undone.

As the shirt joined the pool of fabric at their feet, she raked her nails lightly over his chest, down his torso until her hands were splayed freely over his abdomen. Their movements in sync, the remainder of their clothing was removed. He held her close to him, she finding the where with all to cease the flowing water- lest the tub overflow. Greedily then, her mouth captured his as they stepped into the tub, sinking slowly into the scented bubbles. His head bowed again as their mouths parted, his forehead resting against hers while she reached behind her for a washcloth. Still, she held his gaze as she dipped the cloth into the water, holding it there until she was satisfied. Her free hand cupped his face before she turned to grab a nearby bottle of body wash. Holding his gaze still, she soaped the washcloth; his hands running freely over her body beneath the surface of the water. Without reservations she cleansed the visible and non visible form in front of her. Moving closer when she ran the washcloth over his back, Lita placed feather light kisses over his face. Wordlessly he took the washcloth from her, reaching behind her to take the body wash on the counter. Achingly slow, he repeated her movements- right down to the kisses on her face when he ran the cloth over the smooth expanse of her back.

That was near enough for the both of them to lose control. But instead they fought their instincts, continuing on- washing one another's hair in a more hurried manner. That task out of the way, he captured her mouth with his. Their kiss had just started to deepen before she pulled back; a coy look on her face as she slowly stood. Droplets of water slid from her body, gathering into small pools on the counter and then on the floor as she moved to the shower stall. Transfixed, he watched her every movement as she turned on the water in the shower. With a suggestive smile, she beckoned him to her; he following as she stepped beneath the flowing water. The hot water washed over them, rinsing their bodies clean of the bubbles and of the body wash. His face dipped as his mouth descended upon hers, his arms banding again around her waist. The water flowed freely over their bodies, hands exploring with no inhibition. Their mouths parted as he pressed her back to the cool surface of the shower stall wall. A small gasp escaping her from the cool contact, his face lowered again- her earlobe drawn between his teeth before he pulled away. The slip of self control she held nearly gave way at the look in his eyes, but she fought against it. Barely able to contain it much longer, the redhead moved to shut off the water.

xoxox

Droplets ran down their slick forms as they stood before one another in the bathroom. He held her gaze as she reached behind her for two towels, wordlessly handing him one. He ran the dry surface over her skin, his eyes drinking in the sight of her as if he had never witnessed it. Opposite him, she did the same. Given the frequency of their previous encounters- they had yet to share a moment quite like this. Yet to take the time to appreciate the body they were about to give themselves to. Perhaps in this aspect, this was an entirely new situation to them both. Or at the very least to each other. But the look that mirrored in their eyes was all too familiar, the towels tossed carelessly into the pile of clothing on the floor as he took her hand in his. They locked in a wordless embrace before tumbling to the bed, their mouths melding once more as they lay beside each other. When their kiss was broken, he took her hands in his, intertwining their fingers as he urged her to lay on her back.

Randy remained on his side, his eyes drinking her form in once more; one hand retracting to run down the length of her body. He held her gaze as his hand traveled down the curve of her calf, over her thigh, dangerously upwards to a familiar territory. Lita's eyes screwed tightly shut as his fingers danced lightly over her body; his touch sending sparks of electricity carousing through her veins. Her body arched as he cupped her, stilling moments after. With all of the newness of their first shared kiss, his mouth sought out hers just as a finger probed her body. Her cry was lost in their heated kiss, she writhing as he continued to play a familiar melody. His mouth left hers when a passion filled moan escaped her waiting body, he positioning himself above her. Their eyes locked again, mouths melding as they joined in that all to familiar dance of the ages. The redheads hands flew to grasp his shoulders as he stilled momentarily, their mouths parting for breath before his slow thrusts began.

The minutes passed like hours as he rocked against her, her hips meeting his thrusts to a point. Randy just started to pick up the pace, his mouth leaving hers to latch upon what she supposed was his favorite part of her neck. A familiar pool of heat formed in her being, her head lolling back against the pillows as he slowly brought her to release- his name escaping her mouth on a passion filled cry. Her walls contracting brought upon his own release, her name leaving his lips as he buried his face in her hair. Their bodies sleek with sweat, he collapsed upon her; their breaths leaving them in heavy pants; bodies still joined. Lita wasn't sure when sleep overtook them, she wasn't sure when they left the solace of the bedroom to quench their other hunger. The remainder of the evening, into the night, passed in a lust clouded haze for the Legend Killer and the Queen of Extreme.

No longer just, a man and a woman.

Authorly note:

So, there's a first time for every writer, yes? Well this was mine.. I know it probably sucked, but hmm. Consider this my offering to make it up for not updating this story since March. And consider it a holdover until I can find it within me to update this piece again. Now, I just hope I don't get this story removed as a result of what this chapter contained.. But then, whatever. I've read worse (not written just descriptive) and those stories are still up. Enough with my rambling, I hope this chapter wasn't too disappointing.