Title: Until I Collapse
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own a thing.
Rating: M.
Spoilers: No, I don't think so.
Summary: Lita gets some alleviation to her frustrations in more than one way. But how long will it last? Includes: Lita, Victoria, John Cena & others.
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed! Your reviews really mean a lot to me, so thanks again. And I'm sorry there's been such a long time between updates…again. I suck, I know. :)
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After they had settled down in the small, but very pleasant cafeteria and ordered lunch, Lita and John Cena found themselves absorbed in the most relaxing and comfortable chat either of them had had in a long time. They both found it amazing that despite their rather rocky first meeting – and second for that matter – they still seemed to get along perfectly and now that they actually sat down and talked, it felt like they had known each other for years rather than a couple of days.
As they talked, it became clear that there were a lot of things they had in common, but as a counterbalance, there were just as many things in which they differed considerably from each other. They figured that was the reason why their first meeting had been what it was. After all, in mere minutes they had jumped from being hostile – or Lita had, as John was quick to point out and earned a glare from the diva – to being nice and comfortable in each other's company, with the friendly banter evident at all times.
Surprisingly, Lita found herself actually enjoying the company of the outspoken wrestler, regardless of her slight prejudice towards him previously.
"So…" John stretched the word, taking a sip from his coffee, before his eyes returned to hers. "How much time do we got?"
Lita raised an eyebrow, but glanced at her wristwatch to see the time. It was 9.52. Had they been talking so long already? It had been few minutes past nine when he'd shown up at her hotel room door. And about that…
"By the way, John," she started, curious. "How did you know which one my room was?"
John looked at her, surprised, before a flash of…what? Did he look sheepish? A bit embarrassed? She didn't think she'd ever see John Cena looking sheepish. The simple thought brought a smile to her face.
"What?" John asked, questioning the sudden grin on her face.
"I didn't say anything, did I?" She said innocently.
"No," he conceded, "But you don't just suddenly grin like that for no reason."
"Maybe I'm just happy?" She asked with mirth and got rewarded with a snort from the brown-haired wrestler.
"Yeah, right."
She grinned at him. "You looked sheepish."
He raised a brow, putting his coffee mug back on the table. "Excuse me?"
"Sheepish."
John rolled his eyes. "I heard what ya said."
Lita took a bite from her sandwich, before asking casually. "Then what's the problem?"
"There's no problem just that you could be a bit more specific with your explanation."
"How can I be more specific than that?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. "You looked sheepish. That's funny." She chuckled then at his expression. "Oh come on, I bet you haven't seen yourself looking sheepish before!"
"I did not look sheepish," he grumbled, "I never look sheepish, just so you know, alright."
"But you did." She took another bite, finishing the sandwich, before taking a sip of her own coffee. "So…How did you find out where my hotel room was? Come on, Cena, I'm honestly interested."
"Why does it matter?" He glanced out of the window, before leaning his elbow on the table.
"Well, technically, it doesn't – "
"So why don't we just let go the subject." He said quickly.
Lita's eyebrows shot up, before a grin spread across her face. Why was he being so quick to change the subject? There had to be something he didn't want her to know. This should be interesting.
"But I like the subject," Lita said cheerfully. "And I most definitely like seeing you squirm."
She couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her then.
"Just hold on a second there," John said, glaring at her. "I am not squirming."
Lita grinned at him. "You really are quite the master at defending yourself, aren't you?"
A glare.
"Oh yes, that's the way to improve it." Lita was giggling at this point.
"It's 10.17." John said casually, ignoring her comment.
"It is?" Lita's eyes flew to the watch at her hand and her eyes widened. "Oh my god, I need to be at the airport in 30 minutes! Why didn't you say anything?" She bolted up from her seat, pushing her seat back with a force. "I got to run, I'll see you later."
"Later," he said, watching as she disappeared through the door. He shook his head; he was feeling reluctant to part from her so quickly, even though they'd been chatting for over an hour, and at the same time he was a little relieved. Relieved that he didn't have to admit to her that because the clerk in the lobby hadn't told him her room number…he'd wandered around the corridors of the hotel, hoping to find something that would lead him to her hotel room…To his presumable fortune, that something turned out to be Stacy Keibler with whom he'd had a slightly uncomfortable chat, when she'd inquired, a little too eagerly in his opinion, about the reasons he had to visiting the redhead.
Fortunately, he'd been able to convince the slightly light-headed blonde that he was only going to ask Lita for help in a dilemma he'd found himself in with their mutual friend Dawn Marie…of course there was no dilemma between himself and the brunette diva, but Stacy didn't know that. She had happily directed him to the redhead's room, not once suspecting any ulterior motive behind his actions.
Of course there weren't any ulterior motives behind his actions. He had just obeyed the strange urge inside of him that told him to go find the redheaded diva.
He had happily done so.
Or not that happily actually.
He had spent a whole hour sauntering around the corridors.
He admitted that there was something in the pretty redhead that intrigued him, although that was as far as he went with admitting anything.
It was simply curiosity that drew him to her. Nothing more.
A small voice in the back of his mind snorted at him.
He ignored it.
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Lita leaned against the back rest of her seat in the airplane and let out a sigh. She had made it. Albeit it had required some running, pushing and swearing and dealing with an angry elderly woman she'd had the misfortune of bumping into…she had made it.
Unfortunately Victoria didn't have a seat anywhere near her, even though she still was on the same plane. Which was stupid. Not that she was on the same plane, but that her seat was not right there next to her. The flight would have been so much better with someone to talk to, but nooo. Not on her luck. It was just her luck that the airline company somehow managed to mess up their seats…how it was possible, she didn't know. Victoria was supposed to sit next to her…and not at the back of the damn plane.
She closed her eyes briefly, stretching her arms over her head. The plane seats were never really that comfortable so she tried to find as good position as she could for the beginning of the flight. Maybe she could take a nap too. She was kind of tired.
"Well, well," came a deep chuckle from her right and her eyes snapped open as she recognized the voice. "Isn't this a lovely coincidence."
Lita glared at Randy Orton as he slid his small bag in the luggage rack over the seats. He then settled down on the seat next to her, leaning down comfortably.
"I don't believe this." Lita muttered as she stared at the ceiling.
"I know," Randy winked. "And I can understand your amazement. It's not every day you get to sit next to the most handsome and the most talented wrestler in the business."
Lita sent him another glare, lifting her hand from the arm rest when he settled his elbow on it. "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." She glanced out from the small window next to her.
When she turned back, he had a smirk on his face. "I don't have to," he stated arrogantly, "I have plenty of women who can do that for me. I mean," He gestured to himself, smiling widely. "Look at me. How can you blame them for feeling that way?"
Lita snorted, throwing some loose hair over her shoulder. "You're a self-absorbed, arrogant boy who thinks way too highly of himself for his own good." She smirked at his disbelieving expression, vaguely wondering if she should just keep her mouth shut. "This should be told to you a bit more often, maybe then you'd realize what you really are."
The expression on Randy's face turned from disbelief into indignation in mere seconds. He leaned towards her, warning. "I'd be a little more careful at what I say if I were you."
She met his gaze, unwavering. "I'm sure you would."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, annoyed.
"You figure it out." She said, just as irritated as he was. "And could you move to your own seat, please? You're leaning on my side."
The annoyance disappeared from his face as fast as it had emerged. "Oh, I didn't realize." He smirked. "Am I invading your air space?"
Lita huffed. "Yes, you are. And I'd appreciate it if you moved to your own side now."
He only smirked at her, leaning even more to the arm rest so that his shoulder touched hers. He lowered his head to her ear, his lips only inches away from her ear when he whispered. "Make me."
She glared at him, lifting her hands to push him away from her, but he grabbed her hands in his and pressed them against the arm rest, holding them there. "Oh come on, Lita. I'm sure you can do better than that." He leered, his face still in the crook of her neck. "Then again," he nuzzled her neck, "I can see why you're reluctant to do that."
She made a face as she felt his lips on her neck. The bastard was kissing her neck! She tried to pull back, tried to wrench her hands from his grasp but he wouldn't let go. "Let go of me." She hissed.
He only tightened his hold, detaching his lips from her neck. "I don't think I will." He smiled down at her. "And I don't think you want me to."
Oh the bastard had nerve.
She pulled at her hands furiously, nearly growling when she saw the smirk on his face. "Get your hands off of me, you asshole! I'm – "
"Is there a problem here?"
Lita looked up at the air hostess, who looked at them worriedly. Lita opened her mouth, only to be cut off before she had the chance to say anything.
"There is no problem here," Randy said smoothly, sending a dazzling smile to the woman as he continued. "This happens every time we're on the plane. My girlfriend is afraid of flying and she's just nervous. I assure you it's nothing to be worried about." He then smiled apologetically to the hostess, squeezing Lita's hand comfortingly, and making sure the hostess saw the act. "I'm really sorry if we've caused any disturbance."
Lita stared at him disbelievingly, her blood boiling at his words. She opened her mouth angrily, intending on shouting at him, but he was quicker. He placed a finger on her lips, silencing her with the boldness of the act, before he talked to her. "Shh, honey, I know you're not feeling comfortable on the plane, but please try to relax. Yelling at me isn't going to do any good to any of us, and you have to think about the other passengers too, you know."
He then turned back to the air hostess, who had an understanding smile on her face as she spoke. "It's quite alright," She stated friendly as she turned her gaze on Lita. "I used to fear flying myself, before my husband helped me get over it, God bless him, and look at me now, I'm an air hostess."
Randy chuckled along with her at her words.
The woman continued, sending a kind smile to Lita. "You're very lucky to have such a nice young man by your side." She then surprised Lita by giggling. "Keep a good grasp on him, girl, or some day you'll realize that someone's stolen him right under your nose and then there's nothing you can do about it anymore." She smiled sadly at that before continuing, advising."Treat him well."
Lita forced a smile on her face. "I will treat him well if he'll treat me the same way."
She was going to kick the living hell out of Randy Orton.
Randy smiled sweetly to the woman, before turning to Lita, quickly lowering his mouth to hers in a small kiss. "Don't worry, honey. I'll treat you so well that you'll be screaming for joy all night."
Correction; she was going to kill Randy Orton.
The air hostess missed the clear innuendo of his words, instead shaking her head happily and leaving them.
Lita on the other hand did not miss it. She gritted her teeth, glaring him so badly, that if looks could kill…he'd be lying in a body bag already.
When Randy turned to her, a broad smile on his face, Lita couldn't stop herself as she felt the heavy urge to slap him across the face. He obviously wasn't expecting it, the Legend Killer in no way trying to duck her blow as she raised her hand. The sound that emitted from the contact of her hand and his cheek was loud enough to have few other passengers looking their way, some of the male ones glancing at Randy with sympathy while couple of women smiled mischievously.
The look on Randy's face was one of utter disbelief, anger and embarrassment all at once, when he held a hand to his cheek.
Lita smirked.
Must have been a long time since a woman had slapped him, Lita thought to herself.
Lita waited. Waited for the inevitable outburst that her punch was sure to arise.
"You've got spunk," said Randy after a while, his lips curving into a smirk. "I think I like that."
Lita stared at him, not quite believing her ears. "What?"
Randy smirked, clearly enjoying the obvious disbelief on her face. "How about you go out on a date with me?" The tone of his voice indicated that he expected nothing but a 'yes' as an answer.
"What?" Lita couldn't help but snap. What a hell was Randy Orton thinking? Did he honestly believe that she'd date him? Did he still think she'd actually agree to go on a date with him? Even after she'd already told him before that she wasn't interested.
"Don't tell me it's been so long since you've had a date with anybody that you've actually forgotten what the word means," He smirked when she glared at him, continuing with a slight leer. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll experience a date you'll never forget."
Lita snorted, before looking at him as if he'd gone insane. "Don't bother, ´cause I'm not going out on a date with you, Randy." She sent him a stern look. "I thought I'd made it very clear the last time we had the misfortune of meeting each other? I said no then, remember?"
"Yeah, I rememb – " He started grumpily. He remembered it all too clearly.
"Then why do you think this time would be any different?" She interrupted, looking at him with something resembling disgust. "Why, after all the shit you've pulled, after the way you've acted towards me, do you still think I would go out with you?"
"Oh, come on, Lita." He drawled. "We both know you want me. Why resist? Why play so hard to get?" He sounded genuinely interested. "Why don't we quit playing already and give into our obvious attraction towards each other?" He lifted a hand to tug a strand of hair behind her ear, asking confidently. "So, when are you free?"
Lita looked at him, her expression incredulous. "Randy, I am not going out on a date with you!" Her voice was frustrated, with a hint of anger in it too. "Not now and not ever. Why is it so hard for you to understand?"
He stared at her, his eyes narrowing. "It's Cena, isn't it?"
"Excuse me?" Lita asked, perplexed.
"Oh please," Randy snorted. "Like you don't know exactly what I'm talking about." When she continued to look puzzled, he quite snapped. "You and Cena! It's because of him you won't go out with me, isn't it? Mr. Look at me I can rap, I'm a star. What's so special about him, huh? He's nothing compared to me, nothing."
Lita rolled her eyes. "John has nothing to do with my decision not to go out with you, alright. I just met him a couple of days ago, and by that time I had already refused your date offer. Twice."
"Oh it's John, now is it?" Randy scowled, completely ignoring the rest of her sentence. "Are you going out on a date with John, then?"
"You know what," Lita snapped. "That's not any of your business, Randy. I don't know why you're so interested in my social life, but I'd appreciated it if you stopped trying to get into it." She glared at him. "And I can date whomever I want to and it just so happens that I don't want to date you. I know it must be a big blow to your ego, but I guess you'll just have to deal with it."
He was quite for a moment, before the same confidence wrapped around him once more. "You'll change your mind." He sent a lopsided smile to her. "Let me know then, will you?"
He didn't wait for an answer, instead leaning comfortably against his seat and closing his eyes.
Lita shook her head, annoyed. The man was impossible.
She took a more comfortable position on her seat, before she too, closed her eyes and let the weariness take over her.
Hopefully they'd landed when she would wake up.