Title: Under Your Charm
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: T
Spoilers: No.
Pairing: Lita/John Cena
Summary: It's Christmas Eve and Lita finds herself alone. Is there anyone who could help her feel loved again? Two-piece.

They sat on the wide couch in Lita's apartment, they're knees touching. John had bended down, leaning his elbows on his thighs.

"Is it really such a bad thing?" John asked with a raised eyebrow.

Lita shrugged, tugging some loose hair behind her ear. She wasn't really sure how they had ended up talking about her rather unsuccessful love life and her current inability to form a permanent relationship, but...here they were. "From what I've experienced…yes, it is. I mean, first everything seems so happy and wonderful, but then…then things change."

"How do they change?"

Lita chewed on her lip, as she answered. "They just… I don't know. First you think you are the happiest and luckiest person in the whole world, everything seems so wonderful and all you can think about is how happy are. You always find the positive sides of things, life is smiling all the time", she shrugged, taking a sip from the mug. "You're so damn happy that it almost hurts." She placed the mug on the near table.

John watched her carefully. "What's so bad about that?"

Lita averted her gaze, red locks of hair curtaining her face. "There's nothing bad about that, really. It's just that… One moment you have everything you ever could have dreamed of and then… Then all that is taken away from you. Just like that." She shook her head. "You're left alone again."

John hooked a finger under her chin, lifting it so she was looking at him. "It doesn't always work like that."

Lita's eyes locked with his, the hidden sorrow in her eyes shining through. "I find that rather hard to believe." There was no bitterness in her voice, no anger. It was a voice of a woman who'd given up, which made it even worse for John to bear. Lita had never been one to give up.

"You shouldn't." John said softly. "You should give yourself a chance."

"A chance for what?"

John smiled as he gazed at her. "A chance to be happy."

Lita's lips curved into a dry smile as she turned her head, causing his hand to drop from her chin. "You think I haven't tried?" She shook her head, rising from the couch then and walking over to the window. Blue eyes followed her from the couch as she wrapped her arms around herself in some protective manner, or at least that's what it looked like to John.

Lita sighed as she leaned against the window frame, looking sideways into the night. "I'm just so tired of trying. Tired of searching for something that doesn't exist for me, something that isn't meant for me." She shrugged, dropping one hand to her side. "I've had my chance and I just didn't use it the way it should have been used and that's why I'm here now, all alone."

John leaned forward to rest his forearms on his thighs, his eyes never leaving her. "You're not alone, Lita." He said firmly, trying to make eye contact with her, but she refused to meet his gaze.

Lita chewed her lip, changing her position to a more comfortable one. "But I am, aren't I?"

John rose from the couch then, silently making his way to her. When he stood in front of her, his eyes demanded for her to look at him. Only she didn't, save for the briefest of glances Lita cast his way to notify his presence next to her. "No you're not." He said in a tone of voice that allowed no room for arguing. "You have friends who care for you, who love you and you got family. You have so much people around you who care for you and" he was quiet for a moment, contemplating on if he should say it or not. He opened his mouth. "…you have me."

Lita lifted her gaze, surprised hazel eyes locking with crystal clear blue. She then allowed a small smile to grace her lips, not even realizing that he hadn't included himself to her friends, instead referring to himself on a separate note. For a moment and for a reason unknown to her, Lita was tempted to reach out her hand to touch his cheek, but she managed to refrain herself.

"I appreciate that. I really do, but I just…" She sighed again, raking a hand through her hair as she averted her gaze. "I know I have great friends and I don't know what I'd do without them, but still, I can't help feeling so…God, this is going to sound so pathetic – "

"It's not pathetic, Lita" John cut her off. He opened his mouth to continue, but was cut off this time by the redhead.

"You don't even know what I was going to say." Lita said rather crisply.

John shrugged, quirking a small smile. "Well, not exactly, but I'm sure it wasn't anything pathetic." He tilted his head to the side. "I can't imagine you saying anything that'd be pathetic."

Lita let out a dry laugh, tugging some loose hair behind her ear. "Yeah, well you really are lacking in the imagination section then."

He sighed, taking a step forward. "Lita, you are one of the strongest people I know and – "

"Being strong doesn't mean you can't be pathetic." Lita said sullenly.

"In this case, it does. You're not pathetic, Lita. You're – "

" – a lonely woman wallowing in self-pity and depression like a lazy adolescent little teenager."

John raised a brow, taking yet another step ahead. "Stop that. You're no teenager and not anywhere near lazy. You – "

"But I am wallowing in self-pity." Lita said again before he could finish his sentence.

John rolled his eyes as he leaned against the other end of the window frame. "Will you quit interrupting me? This conversation isn't leading us anywhere if you keep doing that, alright?"

Lita wrinkled her nose and crossed her arms as she addressed him. "It doesn't have to lead anywhere. Quite frankly, I don't think I need to continue this conversation anyway, so – "

"Okay, then let's not continue it." John said calmly, causing Lita to lift her eyes to meet his for a moment.

"That's it?" Lita asked incredulously. "You're not going to persuade me to talk?"

John raised a brow. "You just said you didn't want to continue the conversation. I kind of figured it meant you didn't want me to start pressuring you about it."

Lita rolled her eyes, before glaring at him slightly. "Yeah, but usually people just don't know when to quit."

John sent her a look, snorting. "I know what you mean. I'm a friend of Dawn's too, ya know. She won't just back off." Lita nodded and he continued quickly. "But that's not important. We're not here to talk about me and my relationship with Dawn. We are here to get that gloomy mood out of you." He smirked. "You look far better when you're smiling."

Lita snorted, but a small smile was involuntarily twitching her lips. "Are you saying that I only look good with a smile on my face? And I always thought you were the charming one."

"I didn't say that." He raised a brow, before the smirk found its way back to his face again. "So, you think I'm charming, huh?"

Lita rolled her eyes, pushing off from the wall then. She didn't say anything as she walked past the couch and to the kitchen. She hadn't realized what she'd said. She shook her head, a little embarrassed about it. Why she was embarrassed, she didn't really know and she was soon shaken out of her thoughts as John's voice reached her ears from behind.

"So, you have any champagne or something?"

Lita turned around, raising a brow at the Doctor of Thuganomics, who was now leaning against the back of the couch. "You want champagne?"

"Or something." He smirked, before shrugging. "Well, whatever you've got. I'd like something to drink, if that's alright."

"It's just fine. I think I have a bottle of champagne out there somewhere…" Her words trailed off as she crouched to open a cupboard, reaching inside to retrieve an unopened champagne bottle. "Ah, here it is."

John watched on as the redhead poured the beverage into two glasses, handing the other to him as she walked over to the couch. She sat down and patted the space next to her. "Sit down. Make yourself comfortable." She then poured half the drink down her throat.

John sat down quietly, an insane thought swirling in his mind. Lita was sitting there, so close, looking absolutely beautiful, her red hair flowing down her shoulders…And all he wanted to do was to kiss her.

Without giving it a second thought he leaned down and pressed his lips against Lita's.

Lita almost dropped the glass in her hand. But before she could react in any way the soft lips were gone. For some reason she felt a loss when it happened.

"I'm sorry", came the uneasy exclamation from the WWE Champion. He rose from the couch, looking a bit embarrassed. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I don't know why…I'm sorry –"

Then something happened. Something that he would have least expected; Lita started to chuckle.

He stared at her, confused. The look he sent to her must have been somehow unordinary, because it seemed to only increase her laughter. He wasn't sure if he should be insulted or just happy that she didn't seem to want to kick his ass.

Lita stood up next to him, sending an amused smile to him. "You're so adorable."

Now he was lost. He frowned. "What?"

"Adorable." Lita repeated with a small chuckle. "You do know what that means, don't you?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "Yeah, I do." Tilting his head, he continued. "But I do wish you wouldn't use that word to describe me again. I'll lose my credibility."

"Oh you do wish, don't you?" Lita gave a pearling laugh. "You're so cute!"

Even though he was heavily scowling at her at the moment, he couldn't help the warm feeling he suddenly felt at the sound of her laughter. The way she smiled. She was sparkling.

"Cute is out of the question too." He said firmly, then continuing with a somewhat cocky smile. "Maybe you could use the words like incredibly handsome or irresistibly charming? I think those have a nice ring to them, don't ya think?"

Lita snorted loudly, shaking her head. "You wish, cutie."

John gave her a mock disappointed look, before growing serious. "Lita, I need to tell you something. Something that I should have told you a long ago. I…I want to…" She was looking him deeply in the eyes, expectantly.

And he couldn't get another word out. Damn it.

"You want to…?" Lita repeated, still gazing into his eyes, her lips slightly apart…

Oh goddamn. Like he could resist that. Without a word he leaned in once again, capturing her lips with his. When she didn't protest, he quickly banded his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him.

Lita's head was spinning. She wasn't sure if it was because of the liquor she had consumed or the very fact that John Cena was kissing her…and she was kissing him back, but it felt like she was going to lose her footing. To prevent that, she slipped her arms over his shoulders, her other hand grabbing the back of his neck, while the other one trailed up to tangle in his hair.

When they broke apart, not letting go of each other, they just stared into one another's eyes for a second. "Now that," the WWE Champion quirked a small smile, "is what I wanted."

"Well," Lita smiled, ruffling his hair a bit. "You could have just said that, you know."

"Yeah, I could have," John shrugged, and then smirked. "But I believe actions speak louder than words."

"Yeah?" Lita raised a brow, smiling briefly. "How about you show me those actions a bit more then? Just to convince me."

A smile spread across his face at this, the WWE Champion reaching out to tug a loose tendril of red hair behind her ear. "You sure 'bout this?"

Lita nodded, tightening her hold around his neck. "Positive." Then she drew him near, John following willingly, bringing his face to hers, their lips meeting once more.

And when the kiss deepened, they found the couch, the couple settling themselves so that the redhead was sitting in John's lap.

When they pulled apart, Lita offered the WWE Champion a smile that melted his heart. After a quick kiss, Lita settled herself comfortably against the Doctor of Thuganomics, her head resting on his chest, while he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

There was a content smile playing on the lips of Lita when she lied there. Just a few hours before she would have never seen this coming. It was amazing how quickly things could change. Not that she was expecting much of this very unexpected development that had occurred in her and John's relationship…

That still didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it as long as it would last.

And hope that it would last as long as possible.

THE END.