Disclaimer: I own no person, place or thing that you recognize. The persona's are property of the WWE and Vince McMahon, people own themselves. I'm just borrowing them for a little torture that is referred to as fan fiction.

Notes: Thank you, thank you, for sticking with me while I got my muses and ideas in line.

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Morning approached all too swiftly for the weary combatants. Of course, that may have been due to the fact that they didn't fall asleep until 3:00, and Lita had set the alarm clock for 7:00. Why she had done something that stupid, she didn't know now…after all, she wasn't exactly a morning person. If anything, she relished in the moments away from the road so she could sleep in. And as one hazel eye wearily opened, the redhead recalled she wasn't at home. She knew she was at least in a bed, but since when did her pillow breathe? Slowly, her other eye opened, the redhead staring at the wall. That didn't help matters any, so why in the hell was her pillow breathing? Lita sucked in a breath, her brain slowly waking up…and soon enough she registered the hand that was resting on her hip.

Interesting.

She blinked, bringing a hand over to rub the sleep from her eyes, when she noticed the previous placement of said hand. Her cheek was resting on John's chest, one hand had been resting on the shoulder opposite her…and as her sleepy eyes glanced down she took in the sight of his arm around her waist. His free hand was fisted loosely in her hair, and the redhead was almost lulled back to sleep by the steady beating of his heart. The arm around her waist explained the hand on the hip bit, but how the hell did one of his legs get tangled up with both hers? The redheaded Diva shifted uncomfortably, inadvertently waking up her pillow. He responded instinctively as his arm tightened around her waist. Lita's movements still almost instantly, the Diva biting her lower lip in thought.

Suddenly, it wasn't so interesting.

"You know…" John began, "Seducing someone usually works better when the one you're trying to seduce is awake."

Lita glared at the wall, "Don't flatter yourself Cena."

"Not a morning person I take it…?" John continued unlaundered, "Look, you obviously moved in your sleep, it happens…no big deal."

"I suppose.."

"An' it's not like we were drunk or nothing…no worries about a one night stand and waking up with a regret."

The redhead scowled, "I never thought that."

"Then why are you blushin' like you did something wrong?"

"I am not."

John snickered, "Yeah? Then why is your face almost the same color as your hair? You sleepwalk and put some blush on?"

Lita's flush deepened from anger. "Fuck off."

"Now, now .. You were the one who said we didn't know each other that well. What do you take me for anyway? We haven't even had a proper date."

"Just shut up."

John smirked, "And why would I want to do that?"

"Because, if you don't…I'll make you pay."

"Oooh…I'm scared." John rolled his eyes, "An' just what makes you think…Ow!"

"I told you to shut up."

John glared at the red locks, "You didn't hafta pinch me."

"Maybe not," Lita conceded then, "But I warned you, and you chose not to take heed of that warning.."

John rolled his eyes, "Still…it's not like I can return the favor.."

"Do that, and I'll ensure you don't reproduce."

"Are you always this hostile in the morning?"

Lita peered upwards, parting her red locks from her face. "No, not really…I'm just not a morning person."

"With violent tendencies."

The redhead scoffed indignantly, "I am not violent."

"Bullshit!" John huffed, "You pinched my nipple."

Lita shrugged it off, "You provoked me."

"That gave you no right to pinch me."

Lita snorted, "Well maybe next time you'll listen when I warn you."

"I feel so violated."

Lita bit back a giggle, but to no avail…and soon her body was shaking with silent laughter.

"Go on, let it out."

"I'm sorry.." Lita squeaked between laughs. "It's just-"

"Just what?" John prompted, "Go on…laugh at my pain .. Ha ha."

"I honestly am sorry…"

"Yeah, sure you are.." John rolled his eyes, "An' next I guess you're gonna tell me, you ain't laughin' at me, you're laughin' with me?"

The redhead feigned innocence, "Of course.."

John snorted in disbelief, "The least you can do is apologize."

Lita scoffed, "Apologize for what? I gave you a warning, and you chose not to take it. Don't blame me for your punishment."

"That didn't mean you had to pinch my nipple."

"So…?"

"I bet you did it, cuz you knew I wouldn't return the favor."

The redhead arched an eyebrow, "You'd be missing a limb if you tried that."

"That's exactly my point!" John shook his head, peering down at the redhead. "If I had done that, you coulda slapped a lawsuit on my ass."

"Actually, I probably would." Lita corrected in a second. "But, you wouldn't do it, would you?"

"How are you sure I wouldn't?"

The redhead shrugged awkwardly, "Dunno .. You just don't strike me as the type."

Mischief sparked in his eyes. "Are you givin' me permission then?"

Lita scowled, "Did I say that?"

"I didn't say you did." John shrugged as best he could. "Just sayin' that's all."

"Then would you mind letting go of me?"

John snorted, "When you let go of me, I'll let go of you…I can't move my leg."

"Oh."

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Lita untangled her limbs from his, moving first when she anticipated the release. But, John had other tricks up his sleeves, and instead of releasing the redheaded Diva, he tickled her sides. Lita sucked in a sharp breath, her hands grasping for the nearest object. Fortunately for her, it happened to be the lone pillow on the bed, and as best she could, she brought the soft weapon down. As it were, she ended up whacking John in the face thrice over before he relented. Breathless then, the two retreated to opposite ends of the bed. The redhead leaned back against the headboard while John tucked one leg beneath him.

"We really should call Vikki.." Lita mentioned out of the blue, "I mean, they're probably wondering what happened to us."

John shrugged, "Whatever…Jeff's still gonna be pretty pissed that his car was stolen."

"Borrowed."

"Stolen."

"Borrowed."

"Stolen."

"Borrowed."

"Stolen."

"Borrowed- with permission. So it's not stealing."

John rolled his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck in thought. "So, I take it you're gonna call then?"

"Why me?"

John shot her a 'duh' look. "Um, because it's your best friend's car…Victoria's the one watching over your house, so you should be the one to tell them where we are."

Lita scowled, chewing thoughtfully on her lower lip before she seemingly conceded. And John thought she had, before he noticed the gleam in her hazel depths. "Well, you were the one who suggested we ditch the party in the first place."

The Smackdown wrestler shook his head, "At your friend's suggestion."

Lita scooted off the bed, "Well, no one forced you to follow that suggestion…did they?"

"Well, no but.." John trailed off as the redhead made her way to the bathroom. "An' just where are you goin'?"

"To the bathroom of course.." Lita smirked then, sticking out her tongue before she skittered towards her destination. "Which means, you can call Vikki and Jeff." she ran the rest of the way, just reaching the bathroom, "Tell them I said hi." she winked to the her travel partner before shutting the door behind her.

"Wonderful," John muttered as he sat back on the bed. "Just perfect, she leaves -me- to call her friends."

He watched the door, waiting for said door to swing open, but instead he heard the shower starting.

"You know something Lita.." John began as he stood near the bathroom door now. "I don't know where to call.."

"It should be in the phonebook."

"An' if it's not? What then, we call from Myrtle beach?"

"Fine, I'll call…just let me finish my shower."

John smirked triumphantly, flopping back on the bed again. Really, he did have the redhead's phone number, he just didn't have it with him. Dawn had it 'accidentally' given him the number a month or so ago. She had borrowed his jacket, and when it was returned…John discovered the piece of paper in the outer pocket. Dawn had also left other subtle hints, like using his cell phone one time to call Lita. He wasn't about to admit to the well meaning brunette that he found Lita attractive. That would only add fuel to the proverbial fire. If Lita was going to talk to him, he wanted it to be on his terms. Of course, he had taken the bait when Dawn pointedly suggested he talk to the redhead at the party…but he never anticipated it would turn out like it had. At any rate, the redhead emerged from the bathroom, her red locks wrapped in a towel while she sported her previous clothes. She informed him that, she was going to run to the car to grab her other set of clothes…and once she had changed, she'd call Victoria. That was all fine and dandy, and by the time Lita returned from the car, John was using the shower.

…………..

"This had better be-"

"Vikki?" Lita bit her lower lip, contemplating how to explain the situation. "It's me."

"I gathered that." Victoria glared at a spot on the wall, "Where the hell are you?"

"Out.."

"Lita!" Victoria rolled her eyes, waving off Jeff, Rob and Lillian. "Where are you and John? You said you had car troubles, but you should have been back by now!"

"I'm sorry," Lita squeaked innocently, "We did have car troubles…kinda, sorta anyway.."

"Start talking."

Lita sighed, "Alright…welll, we were on our way to the store, really we were…and we ran out of gas. Then that rainstorm started, and I walked up to the gas station while John stayed with the car. After that, I called you from the gas station-"

"And you lied."

"and then we figured, we didn't want to go back just yet…I mean, I didn't know how drunk Trish and Matt were, and I really didn't want to see them so-"

"Where are you? Jeff is worried sick, Dawn is about to jump down my throat…and it's not about the car, we're worried about you two."

"We're in Fayetteville…"

"That helps Lita, I don't know where the hell Fayetteville is."

"They're in Fayetteville?" Jeff exclaimed from beside the raven haired Diva., Victoria blinking in turn at the outburst from the normally easy going man. "Give me that phone!"

"Umm…hi Jeff."

"Li.." Jeff raked a hand through his hair, "Next time you feel like takin' my car to Myrtle Beach…can you please make sure I'm in it?"

"I'm sorry Jeff.."

"Li.." Jeff shook his head, swatting Dawn's hand away when she reached for the phone. "You planning on stayin' overnight in Myrtle or what?"

"Does that mean you're not mad about the car?"

Jeff scowled, "We'll talk about that, later. Now are you stayin' put in Myrtle overnight or what?"

"Well, I hadn't thought that far in advance.." Lita toyed with a damp strand of hair , "I don't really have any other changes of clothes, plus-"

"We can take care of that, if we know.." Jeff reminded her pointedly, "So, are y'all stayin' or what?"

"We're.."

"You?"

"Well it's not like I can barge into the bathroom while John's taking a shower." Lita snapped irritably, "So…"

"But he ain't anymore," John crossed his arms over his chest, a towel draped over his shoulders. "So, what's the big deal?"

The redheaded Diva spared a glance, but…ended up with a double take. While John was wearing jeans, he wasn't wearing his shirt.. "Well.. It.." Lita blinked, mentally slapping herself.She reminded herself she had already seen him shirtless,the redhead frowning when she realized she wasstill staring. It was only a shirtless guy...no big deal."Jeff wants to know if we're gonna stay overnight in Myrtle or not."

John shrugged, tossing the towel to a nearby chair. "Whatever…I don't really know what there is to do there but-"

"I do," Lita reminded, a brief smile sent before she turned her attention back to the phone. "We're gonna stay overnight.."

"Alright.." Jeff exchanged a look with Victoria, Chris and Dawn. "Me, Vikki, Dawn an' Chris'll leave here in a few."

"Works for me.." Lita perched on the lone dresser in the hotel room. "So…I guess we'll find each other then.."

"Boardwalk should be open," Jeff scratched the back of his neck in thought, "So, we'll meet there at say.."

"2:00 .. There's some road work being done from here to the border, and though it's only at night.."

"Gotcha." Jeff let out a sigh, "I'm takin' your car then…since mine was borrowed."

"I owe you Jeffro." Lita beamed at the phone, "I guess we'll see y'all at the Boardwalk at 2:00."

"Just…keep my car safe, please?" Jeff pleaded to the redhead, "That's all I ask."

"I promise." Lita nodded, though he couldn't see the gesture. "Bye!"

She waited until she heard the dial tone before she hung up. Hazel eyes then moving to her travel partner, who now had his shirt on. For a moment, she didn't know if she should be relieved or not, but…shook it off none the less.

"We're meeting them-"

"At the Boardwalk in Myrtle at 2:00.." John finished for the redhead, "So I heard."

The Diva nodded in the affirmative, "Jeff said he'll have a change of clothes for you…since we're all gonna stay the night and what not."

"I appreciate it.."

"Right.."

"…"

"So, I guess we should get going, huh?" Lita jammed her hands into her pockets, "It shouldn't take us too long to get there, but I'm starving."

John's stomach growled loudly in agreement. "Back to that diner then?"

"Or wherever I guess.." Lita shrugged, tossing her nearly dry locks over her shoulder. "We should pick up some snacks for the road though."

"Alright.." John mirrored the Diva's stance, "So.."

"So…" Lita drew the word out slowly, "Let's get this show on the road…I'll go check out, just meet me in the car or something."

"Yeah, that's what I was gonna do.." John glanced around the hotel room once before his eyes fell back on the redhead. "I'll just make sure we don't leave nothing behind."

The redhead quirked an amused smile, but nodded none the less.

John waited until the door was shut behind her before he actually went through with the task of cleaning up a few things. Mostly the empty bags from the floor and the soda bottles, but before he exited the hotel room; the Smackdown wrestler made one last stop to the bathroom. A sigh of relief almost escaped him as he reached into the cabinet beneath the sink. Hidden between the spare rolls of toilet paper were the water guns hehad purchased, extra water guns just in caseand four more packages of water balloons. If what Chris had said was true, and the combination of Jeff and Lita was a recipe for disaster…he was going to be prepared.