DISCLAIMER: I do not own WWE or any of the characters in this story.
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RATING: Rated T.
Author's Notes: I know I haven't updated this story in over a year and half. There really is no excuse for it. I can give all kinds of excuses like real life got in the way, death in the family, school work, taking care of my family or I was just plain, lazy. Well all of the above are true. So without further ado, on with the story.
"Thoughts are in italics"
The next week did not particularly fly by fast enough for the likes of Chris Jericho. Sure he couldn't remember every itty-bitty, little detail about the fabulous, wondrous night of sex he had with Lita. Over this past week he remembered a detail here and there. Like the way she tasted, where her neck met her shoulder or the little, mewling sounds that came out of her throat when Chris twisted his hips a certain direction. Or the unbelievable feeling of her scorching heat surrounding him as pumped in and out of her. The mental images burned into Chris's brain were ones that would stay with him or along time to come. But the question left to answer was. Did Lita remember anything from that night?
That was the obvious question left nagging Y2J for the past week. If Lita remembered anything and if she did what was it? Well that was one question that Chris was now on a mission to get answers to as Jericho walked down the arena hallway on his way to Lita's dressing room.
Knocking on her door with a slight rap of his knuckles, Jericho waited for a response from the other side. Finally he heard Lita call out "Come in" and Chris opened the door and walked in to find Lita lotioning up her long legs. With one long, silky leg hiked up on the bench in front of her, heaping a generous amount of lotion on to the particular appendage. Lita lifted her head to see who her guest and gave a hearty sigh to see that it was Y2J, her drunken sexual partner from the previous week.
"Lita", Chris said and gave a little wave for added effect.
"Chris", Lita muttered while pulling her leg down off the bench and then taking a seat on the couch across from where Chris was sitting in a chair.
"So how ya been?", Chris asked Lita. "Good. And you?".
"Oh, me I've been good. Going over and over in my head what I was going to say to you when I saw you next time. After what happened between us at the hotel last week, I really don't what to say to you." Taking a pause for a breath "I have all these different types of feelings going on in my head. I mean for one thing, Lita. We really don't like each other and we are only doing this just to get back at Trish and Christian. Right?"
"Yeah…ur right. That's what were doing this for.", Lita said with a certain amount of confusion in her voice.
"But then on the other hand. There is this undeniable attraction I have for you. And don't get me wrong, last week would have probably happened whether I was drunk or not. But we can't let what happened get in the way of our plans for revenge on those two. So I think we should just forget that last week ever happened. Do you agree, Lita?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, I agree with you 100 percent, Chris. We just need put it behind us and forget it ever happened and concentrate on destroying Christian and Trish".
Clapping his hands together and rubbing them Chris asked, "Great. So what's the next step in our plans?" All the while both Chris and Lita's hearts broke just a little bit more, from the other's response to wanting to forget a night that they both would always remember.
TBC