Determining Her Fate
Tired. She was so tired. Tired of it all: tired of the panic, tired of the worry, tired of the nightmares. She was tired of being afraid. She was tired of always looking over her shoulder. Tired of always checking and rechecking that her hotel room door was locked. Tired of lying to her best friends. But most of all, she was tired of feeling weak and vulnerable. It wasn't her. It wasn't who she was – who she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be strong. She was supposed to be brave. She was supposed to be courageous. She was, after all, the Queen of Extreme. The High Flying Diva. The Fiery Redhead. The two-time WWE Women's Champion. She was supposed to be all of these things – it's what the public expected, what Vince McMahon expected, what her friends expected.
Her expectations for herself were much lower, however. All she was trying to do, what she was hoping she could do, was survive. It was one thing to tell herself this – that she could come back to Boston and not fear the dark, not fear the city and its ugly memories. It was one thing to tell herself this, it was another thing entirely to actually live that way – to actually believe the words. And yet, that was exactly what she was striving to do…make herself believe. Because if she could believe, if she could give herself a small shred of hope, if she could determine her own fate, determine the course her life was going to take, then she could come out of this whole thing, this living nightmare, stronger than before, with a greater sense of self than she had ever known.
It had been three weeks since that fateful afternoon, the afternoon Trish had called Lita to tell her RAW was returning to Boston. So now, three weeks later, Lita stood in her Boston hotel room, at a loss. She most definitely wasn't going anywhere, she didn't want to talk to Trish or Stacy at the moment, she didn't want to do anything. All she wanted was one thing, one person. One person would make her feel happier. But he was trapped in some airport lounge, waiting for his connecting flight to finally arrive. He had called her, left a message on her cell phone, that he would be there as soon as he could, that he missed her, that he couldn't wait to hold her again.
Lita couldn't help but smile, despite the thoughts clouding her mind. He always knew exactly what to say – what to do – to make her feel better. He had this intuition when it came to her feelings and emotions that was simply uncanny. It was one of the things that was so special, so remarkable about him. Moving to her suitcase, Lita pulled out a small picture in a silver frame. It was a picture of the two of them, taken during his recent visit to Sanford. She held the picture gently in her hands as she sat on the corner of her bed, simply looking at the man smiling in the photograph. Randy's blue eyes stared back at her, silently encouraging her, offering her a sense of peace and calm. Over the past few weeks, Lita had taken to carrying the picture with her wherever she went. It had become her security blanket, her safety net, the one thing (besides Randy himself) that kept her sane.
She continued to stare at the picture, her thoughts finally interrupted by a soft knock on the hotel room door. Placing the picture on the nightstand, she walked over to the door, glancing quickly through the peephole. Her features slightly relaxed as she unlocked the door.
"I thought your flight was delayed…" she exclaimed.
Without a word, Randy simply smiled down at the redheaded diva as he walked into her hotel room. Dropping his bag, he gently kicked the door closed behind him and grasped Lita's wrist in his hand. Pulling her against him, he tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, simply staring down into her hazel eyes. Lita didn't know what to say, didn't know if anything should be said at this moment. So instead, she simply wrapped her arms around his waist and stared back into his blue eyes. With a small wink, Randy began to lightly trace over her lips with the tip of his index finger. Lita let out a quiet sigh as she felt heat slowly starting to build somewhere deep inside here – in some unknown place, some place she thought had long since died. And yet, just the lightest, chaste touch from Randy sent streaks of pleasure rippling through her very core. As he continued to trace the lines of her face, Lita let her eyes fall closed, allowed herself to simply enjoy the feelings he was evoking deep inside her.
"You're here…" she murmured, yet her words were cut short as a gasp escaped her lips and her head lolled to the side as Randy began to drop feather light kisses along the column of her neck, along her jaw line, until eventually his teeth closed gently over her earlobe, tugging on the tender flesh.
"I got here as soon as I could…" he whispered as his arms pulled Lita tighter against him and he buried his face in her fiery red hair, inhaling her familiar scent. He had tried, without success, to have his schedule changed, to have his appearances and autograph signings cancelled so he could spend time with her, be there for her when she needed him the most. All he had wanted to do from the moment he finally arrived at the hotel was make her feel safe, protected, desired. Taking a step back, he held her hand in his, entwining their fingers, carefully studying her facial expression. "I know you have something to tell me. I can see it in your eyes clear as day. So what do you want to talk to me about Li? Just tell me. You know you can tell me anything."
Lita looked down at their hands, then closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath. "Randy, I-I'm exhausted," she said, with a small laugh, as she opened her eyes again. "It's been a rough few days and let me tell you, I almost didn't get on the plane this afternoon. I almost ran right out of the airport, so I could go back home – back to where nothing can touch me, where I'm safe from everything, from everyone. But then I realized something…"
Randy looked again into her hazel eyes and saw a determination there he hadn't seen for some time. Her voice also sounded stronger, she sounded more sure of herself, as if, over the last few days, she had come to a new resolve. "And what would that be?" he asked as he guided her towards the bed. Settling against the headboard, he pulled her down so she was sitting between his outstretched legs, leaning back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, waiting for her response.
"That I can't keep running away. That I can't keep hiding. I've been doing that for too long: fooling everyone around me with a smile, convincing everyone that I'm fine, that nothing is wrong, that nothing bad has ever happened. And it's starting to wear me down – the lies, the excuses – it's starting to destroy me, my spirit…and I don't want that to happen. I just…I just, oh hell, I don't know…" She looked up at Randy helplessly, not sure what else to say. "I guess I just wanted you to know that," she whispered as she turned slightly in his embrace and snuggled closer to his warmth.
Randy gazed down at the woman he held in his arms in wonderment. He had never known anyone like her. "You're amazing," he marveled. "I'm glad you were able…" he trailed off after noticing that Lita had fallen asleep, curled against him, one hand grasping his sweatshirt. Randy dropped a light kiss on her forehead, before closing his eyes and falling into a welcome sleep.
The Next MorningLita awoke with a start the next morning, at first unsure of where she was and a bit unnerved by the feeling of a strong arm holding her tightly. However, she instantly relaxed when she felt Randy's warm even breath on her neck. A slow smile spread across her lips as she recalled how he had greeted her the night before – igniting a passion, a feeling of desire in her that had been missing these past months. Carefully, so as not to wake him, she lifted his arm from around her waist, and sat up on the edge of the bed. Sighing, she ran a hand through her bright red hair and moved over to the window and stood staring at the city below. Somewhere down there, on one of those streets, in one of those back alleys is where it happened…where my life changed, where some maniac decided to take what wasn't his, where he decided…
She was broken from her thoughts as the shrill ring of her cell phone sounded throughout the hotel room. Randy groaned and pulled the pillow over his head, mumbling something about people not appreciating other's need for sleep. Lita laughed softly, glancing quickly to see who was calling before she flipped the phone open.
"Good morning, sunshine!" Trish's voice came loudly through the receiver.
"Morning Trish…how was your night?" asked Lita in a slightly hushed voice, as she made her way towards the bathroom where she quietly closed the door behind her and sat down on the edge of the bathtub.
"Great…Stacy and I went to this fantastic club. Danced with a bunch of random guys. Drank a bit too much. It was a lot of fun. I wish you had come with us, Li. We called you a couple of times, but your cell phone was off and you didn't answer the hotel room phone. What'd you do last night?"
"Just relaxed a bit. I had a headache from the plane ride, so I just ended up taking a nice bath and lounging in bed. The quiet was nice – I feel much better today." Yeah, lounging in bed…that's exactly what I was doing last night. I was lounging, just with a 6'4, completely handsome and caring man…
"Well, we were going to go to brunch at this little diner. Do you want to come with us Li? I mean, I know you don't usually do the brunch thing, but it'll be fun…we can chat and catch up and everything," exclaimed Trish as Stacy yelled in the background for her to come along with them.
Lita quietly opened the door and glanced over at Randy. He was lying on his back, his eyes open, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
"Yeah, um, okay…I'll come with you guys. Why don't I meet you in the lobby in about fifteen minutes? I just need to throw on some clothes…"
Trish smiled on her end of the phone and agreed that she and Stacy would meet Lita in the lobby. Lita, as she flipped her phone closed, was frowning. She knew why her friends wanted to have breakfast with her, what they wanted to talk to her about and didn't really have any answers to give them. So much has happened, so much is happening now. So do I keep lying to them, pretending that everything is okay? Do I pretend that Randy and I are just friends? Do I just smile and nod and make up excuses for why I don't go out with them anymore?
"You okay?" Randy's voice broke into her train of thought.
"Just great, thanks. I guess I'm going to brunch with Trish and Stacy. Can't wait to be out in this lovely city again. Can't wait to hear what they have to say this time around. Probably more questions," said Lita with a roll of her eyes, as she walked over to her suitcase and started pulling out clothes. "What were you thinking about just now? You seemed miles away," she asked as turned back to face him.
"What? Oh nothing. Just thinking about my tag match tonight with Shawn …" I'm a third generation superstar, the Legend Killer. But when I'm with you? I'm just Randy Orton, a guy from St. Louis trying to make it to the top. All I've been thinking about lately is you. I think I'm falling in love with you. And that scares the shit out of me. Randy sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and running his hand through his short brown hair. He tried to get those thoughts out of his head, and instead, offered the redheaded diva a small smile.
"So you're going to breakfast with Trish and Stacy? That should be interesting. Try not to let their questions get to you, Li. They mean well. They care about you."
"Thanks. I'll try to remember that. What are you going to do this morning?" she asked as she walked back into the bathroom to change, leaving the door slightly ajar.
"Meeting up with Dave and heading to the gym for a couple of hours before leaving for the arena. Are you going to the arena with Trish and Stacy or coming back here?" he asked as he stood and began to carefully stretch out his tight muscles.
"Probably coming back here. Why don't we meet up around three and head over to the arena together?" Lita asked as she stepped out of the bathroom wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. Randy simply looked at her for a moment before a smirk appeared on his lips. In two long strides, he was standing before Lita, his hands resting gently on her hips. Bending his head, he brushed a light kiss over her lips before pulling back and looking into her eyes. Lita stared back at him for a moment before offering him a small smile. "So three o'clock's okay?" she asked.
"Sounds good. I'll see you then," said Randy as he gave her another quick kiss and made his way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Once Lita heard the shower running, she grabbed a sweatshirt and her keycard and made her way down to the hotel lobby.
On the Way to Brunch
"So, how's everything been?" Trish asked nonchalantly as Stacy maneuvered the car into traffic.
"Uh, Trish. I talked to you about half-an-hour ago remember? Not much has changed between now and then," Lita pointed out from the backseat. She turned to look out the window, hoping that her silence would be an indication to her two friends that she didn't really want to talk.
However, her hopes were soon dashed. "Do you want to tell us then why Randy was at your house in Sanford a few weeks ago?" asked Stacy, getting right to the point. "We couldn't help but notice that you two have gotten quite chummy the past couple of weeks…"
"And why did he hang up the phone on me? What got you so upset so quickly that you couldn't even talk to me?" asked Trish. Lita was trying to come up with a good answer, but her thoughts were then interrupted as Stacy asked her another question.
At the Gym
"What's going on with you and Lita, huh? I thought we were rooming together, but then you never showed up last night. Not that I was worried or anything…" Dave hurriedly added. "I just sort of figured you had ended up crashing in her room instead? Am I right?" asked Dave as he and Randy sat on a bench, taking a break from their workout.
"My flight was delayed…" said Randy, avoiding answering Dave's question. Randy didn't really want to get into this again with his best friend, but he also knew Dave wasn't just going to drop what seemed to be his favorite subject lately: Randy's relationship with a certain redheaded diva.
"You didn't answer my question. Did you end up staying with her last night?" Dave persisted.
"Yeah, okay? I crashed in her room. She needs me right now and I need to be there for her." Randy knew Dave would probably see right through that weak explanation, but what more did he want? It was all Randy could say, all he would say about his relationship with Lita. "Nothing happened, man. We just hung out…"
"I thought after all that time you spent around Hunter and Ric in Evolution, you would be a better liar. You know I can always tell when you're bull shitting right?"
"God Dave! We've had this discussion a million times now. But let me refresh your memory – I'm helping her with something. And no, I'm not going to tell you what it is. I can't, okay? Geez…this whole thing is so confusing. She's there, right in front of me. She's everything I've ever wanted in a woman, and now? Now, I think I'm falling in love with her," exploded Randy, throwing his water bottle against the wall, and watching the liquid trickle out onto the floor.
Dave glanced around the gym, thankful they were the only ones there at the moment. He didn't think it would help Randy's psyche if any of the other guys got wind of his little outburst. "Whoa – hold up a second. You're falling in love with her? Um…shit…" Dave didn't know what to say. He had known Randy for a long time now, all the way back to their OVW days, but he had never seen his friend so torn up. Randy was the guy who never got attached to women, but now here he was, head resting in his hands, at a complete loss. "That's a good thing you know…" Dave said quietly, resting his hand on Randy's shoulder. "It's okay to love someone. Did you tell her?"
Randy shook his head. "I can't. I-I…I wasn't supposed to fall in love with her. I was supposed to help her and then walk away. Not get attached. I'm so confused. I don't know what to do, Dave," said Randy, looking over at Dave with anguished-filled eyes.
"You tell her how you feel, kid."
"What if she doesn't feel the same way? I end up looking like an asshole."
"That's the risk you take when you fall in love. You have to risk having your heart broken. It's a risk you have to be willing to take…"
At Brunch
"Do we have to talk about this right now?" Especially since I don't have any answers for you… "Can't we talk about something else? Like, oh, I don't know – the weather?" asked an exasperated Lita. She stared down at her half-eaten plate of scrambled eggs and toast, suddenly completing losing her appetite. She didn't want to be here anymore. She had tried throughout the car ride to the diner to answer her friends' questions, but none of her answers seemed to please them, appease them. Being trapped in a car, and now at the diner, with Trish and Stacy was starting to be a bit much for Lita. They were her best friends, but at the moment, she was feeling slightly claustrophobic – as if there wasn't enough air to breathe, enough space for her to sit, enough room for her to be. She wanted to stand up from her seat and run like hell on fire back to the hotel. She wanted to hide in her room with the only sound she could hear being Randy's heartbeat as he held her close. Closing her eyes for a moment and trying to calm her fraying nerves, Lita continued. "There's nothing left to talk about. I'm done explaining myself. You two aren't going to believe me anyway. Here I am trying to answer all your questions and you think I'm lying to you?" Maybe because I am. Every word out of my mouth this morning has been a complete and utter lie.
"No, Li honey…We just want to know what's really going on. It just seems so odd that you've never even really talked to Randy and now you two are together all the time, he's staying at your house, hanging up the phone on your friends…" said Stacy as she pulled out her wallet and placed some money on the table to cover the bill.
"There's nothing else going on. I just needed some help with something a while back and he happened to be around, okay. Look, I really don't want to talk about Randy anymore. Can we maybe head back to the hotel now? I'd like to take at least a ten minute nap before having to leave the arena," replied Lita, trying her best to keep the hurt and anger out of her voice as she stared across the table at her friends.
"Yeah, okay. We're sorry Lita. We didn't mean to be so nosy. You're our best friend. We just wanted to know what was happening in your life. Especially since you don't really spend much time with us anymore," Trish practically whispered the last part as she laid her fork down on her empty plate.
"And I'm sorry about that. But right now, I'm really focused on my wrestling. I know you guys have wanted to me to come out with you to the clubs and everything, but I just can't right now. I need to do this for my career," lied Lita as she stood up to leave the diner.
"We understand. And that's okay – all of our careers are important. We just want to be able to have fun with you again…to go dancing and out for margaritas. When was the last time we just had fun together?" asked Stacy.
Lita was about to try to answer Stacy's question, but there was nothing left to say. Nothing she could say. So instead, she simply shrugged her shoulders, moving past her two friends and walking out of the diner to stand next to the car. Trish and Stacy followed quietly behind her.
No more words were spoken, no more questions asked, as the trio rode back to the hotel.
At the Hotel
"Hi boys. What floor are you all staying on?" asked Trish as she made her way over to Randy and Dave who were making their way across the hotel lobby from the gym. Trish was happy to have someone to talk to again. The silence in the car on the ride back to the hotel had been deafening, uncomfortable. If it had taken any longer, she probably would have begged Stacy to pull over so she could get out and walk the rest of the way back to the hotel.
"Sixth floor. Room 643. Why Trish…looking for some fun later on tonight?" asked Dave, moving closer to the diva.
"You wish Dave." Trish hadn't missed the sexual innuendo laced throughout his statement. "No – I was just wondering…there's a really great club in downtown that Stacy and I have been to a few times. Would you guys be interested in coming with us tonight after the show?" asked Trish, her eyes traveling between Lita and Randy, trying to read their thoughts.
"Yeah, I definitely would. Sounds like fun. How about you Randy? Feel like going out with these beautiful ladies this evening?" asked Dave, giving Randy a small smirk. He honestly doubted that Randy would want to go, particularly after the conversation the pair had had at the gym regarding the redheaded diva. Lita glanced over at Randy out of the corner of her eye, wondering how he was going to respond. Please say you'll stick around the hotel.
"Um, uh, I don't think so. I'm really tired from all the traveling I did the last couple of days. I think I'll probably just come back here and turn in early." What a lame excuse! Could I possibly be any more obvious? Randy couldn't help but notice a small smile on Lita's lips when he said he would be returning to the hotel that evening after RAW.
"Lita? Feel like going out? A little dancing, a little drinking? Some relaxation?" asked Dave, winking at the redheaded diva. Randy sent a withering glare in Dave's direction, and unconsciously took a few small steps protectively towards Lita.
"No thanks Dave. I'm just going to stick around here. Maybe watch a movie or something. Read a book. I don't know."
Dave just shrugged as the five superstars made their way over to the elevator. Arriving on the sixth floor, Trish and Stacy made their way to their room, Stacy calling to Dave that they would come get him after RAW was done filming, before waving a goodbye to Randy who had followed Dave down the hallway to the hotel room. Before walking into her room, Stacy turned to Lita. "You sure you don't want to come with us?"
"Yeah. I'll be fine. I just want some time alone and would like to relax in a nice hot bath. But you guys have fun," said Lita with a smile. Trish and Stacy just giggled as they went into their own room, the earlier tension having been mostly forgotten.
"Oh, hey Li?" called Stacy before the door closed behind her. "Are you riding with us to the arena?"
"I, uh, I-I have a ride thanks," said Lita, a slight blush tinting her cheeks. Stacy gave her a small nod before closing her hotel room door, leaving Lita alone in the hallway. Breathing a sigh of relief that no questions had been asked, Lita turned and walked the short distance to her own room.
As she was attempting to unlock her hotel room door, a hand reached forward, gently prying the keycard from her fingers. She didn't have to turn to know who the hand belonged to – she could feel Randy's warmth, smell his cologne mingled with his sweat. Opening the door to her room, Randy motioned for Lita to enter first. As Lita crossed the threshold into the room, she once again felt his presence behind her.
"We have just enough time for a nap," he whispered as he softly kissed her neck. I love you, Li. I only wish I could actually say the words. I wish I could take the risk…Moving to stand before her, he grasped her hands in his, gently pulling her towards the bed.
The Arena
"Deep breath," murmured Randy as he held her hand, guiding her towards the back entrance of the arena. Lita looked over at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to rid herself of the panicked feeling she felt slowly rising in her throat. And yet, there was also an intense feeling of calm, of peace, of courage – as if she was completely and totally protected, as if she wore an invisible shield…unable to be penetrated by anyone or anything that would try to hurt her. It was an odd sensation – the panic swirling around her, yet at the same time being pushed down by her own strength, by the knowledge that she had returned to a city that had caused her so much pain…she wasn't hiding, she wasn't running away. On the contrary, she was facing it head on, proving to herself that maybe, just maybe, buried somewhere deep inside, the old Lita still existed, the fighter, the free spirit.
As they walked into the arena and checked the night's schedule, Lita was looking around her, watching the various backstage workers walking by. She smiled at a few of the production assistants she knew, and simply stared at those she didn't. Glancing down, she realized that Randy was still holding her hand. Lita gently pulled her hand out of his grasp, flashing him an apologetic smile when Randy looked at her questioningly.
"There are just too many people around. And Trish and Stacy are here somewhere. I don't feel like having to answer another whole set of questions about our relationship. I had enough of that this morning…" she said, trailing off as she once again looked around the backstage area. It has nothing to do with you. Believe me, if I could, I would hold onto you forever. There's something about feeling your hand in mine, your arms wrapped around me, that is just so right, so perfect…
"You don't ever need to explain yourself to me, Li. I completely understand your need for privacy. Let's go find our locker rooms," said Randy as he hoisted his bag onto his shoulder. Smiling down at her, he placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her down the hallway. The pair eventually found Lita's locker room and stopped in front of the door. Randy glanced quickly around. Seeing that there was no one milling around the hallway, he dipped his head and brushed a quick kiss across Lita's lips. Smiling at the blush that crept up her cheeks, he gave her a small wink and pushed open the door to her locker room, allowing Lita to walk in ahead of him.
"I think I'm two or three doors down…sharing with Dave as usual. If you need anything or whatever, I should be there for the next hour or so. Or you can just my cell phone. I'll have it with me until I have to start getting ready for my match," Randy said as he watched Lita drop her duffel bag in the corner of the room and sit down on the leather sofa. "You okay?" he asked as he walked over and crouched down in front of her, placing his large hands on her thighs. Lita wanted to answer, tried to answer, but the feeling of his hands on her was overwhelming – it was as if her senses had narrowed down to the feeling of his touch and everything else simply disappeared around her. The fear, the worry, the uncertainty, the need to survive, the need to be strong, to be brave – it all disappeared. All Lita could feel was his touch, all she could see were his icy blue eyes staring back at her. All she wanted was him…I haven't felt like this in months. His smallest touch sets me on fire. It's like I can't see straight, can't catch my breath, can't feel, can't see beyond him.
"You okay?" Randy asked again. He looked at Lita closely for a moment, saw something shining in her eyes that almost knocked him backwards – he saw passion, he saw lust, he saw need. Never had the redheaded diva looked at him like that. It took his breath away. I wish I didn't have a match tonight, that she didn't have a match. I wish I could just go back to the hotel with her, be alone with her. Make love to her…
"I'll be fine…" The quiet words broke Randy from his reverie and once again, he looked at the woman seated before him. He gave her another small smile as his hands moved from her thighs to her hips where he gently began to draw small circles with his thumbs against the exposed skin above her jeans. Lita leaned forward slightly, unconsciously licking her lips as she stared into Randy's unblinking eyes. Randy returned her gaze, moving forward until he could feel her breath on his lips. Just as he was about to close the distance between them, the door to Lita's locker room was thrown open, causing Randy to quickly stand up and move across the room away from the redheaded diva.
"So you made it. You saw the schedule right? The two of us in a tag match against Molly and Victoria. We should go find them, talk about what we want to do, what spots we want to hit. How about I meet you in their locker room in about half-an-hour? Sound good?" asked Trish as she quickly looked back and forth between Randy and Lita. "Did I interrupt anything you two? Were you in the middle of something?" Trish bit her lip to try to keep from smiling as she noted the blush on both Randy and Lita's cheeks, how Randy was standing with his hands in his pockets looking up at the ceiling, how Lita was staring intently at a spot on the floor. She was fairly positive that if she had walked in probably thirty seconds later, she would have seen her best friend and the Legend Killer acting as more than just friends.
"No…we weren't in the middle of anything. And yes, I did see the schedule. Half an hour sounds good. I'll meet up with you then," said Lita, finally looking up to meet Trish's watchful gaze. When Trish made no move to leave the locker room, Lita let out an exasperated sigh. "Anything else?" she asked as she stood up and walked over to her duffel bag, pulling out her ring attire for the night, tossing it carelessly onto the couch.
"Umm, nope. That was it. Just wanted to make sure we were all able to talk before the match. And I just wanted to check that had gotten to the arena okay. I guess, um, I guess I'll just let you get back to…whatever…" said Trish as she gestured between Randy and Lita, finally making her way to the door of Lita's locker room. As she opened the door to leave, Trish cast one last glance at her redheaded friend, smirking slightly. "I'll, uh…We'll talk later. Okay, Li?"
Lita just rolled her eyes and nodded as she watched Trish leave the locker room. "Well, that was sufficiently awkward," she muttered to Randy as she pushed her ring gear to the side and sat back down on the couch. Running her hands through her hair, she looked up at him with large hazel eyes.
"Nah, it wasn't too bad. Trish was just being Trish. She cares about you Li. She wants you to be happy. Anyone with half a brain can see that. Now," he whispered as he sat down and pulled Lita into his lap. "I believe that before your well-intentioned best friend barged into the locker room, I was about to-"
Before he could complete his thought, he felt Lita's lips against his in a soft and gentle kiss, her arms moving to encircle his neck. Reacting immediately to the feeling, Randy wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him until there was no space between them, the kiss becoming more passionate with each passing moment. Their lips continued to dance as Lita turned to straddle his legs, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. She could feel his heart beating rapidly against her chest, feel his arousal pressing into her thigh. Their tongues moved in harmony, their breathing became more erratic as they both fought to control their passion. Finally needing air, Lita pulled away and let out a shaky breath, running her hands through her hair. They stared at each other for a moment, through a lust-filled haze, both knowing what the other person needed, what they wanted, but too afraid to admit it, too afraid to take that next step in the relationship. She looked directly into Randy's eyes and gave him a soft smile before standing up and offering him her hand. Grasping Lita's hand in his, Randy stood up as well, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.
"Lita, I…I, uh…I…" Randy stammered, attempting to say the words, those three little words that he wanted so desperately for her to hear. I love you. I love you Lita. I love you. Say the words, dumbass! Open your mouth and say them! "I, uh, I better head to my locker room. Dave'll be wondering where I am and I should probably locate Shawn so we can talk about things for tonight. I'll check up on you later?" Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Lita nodded her head, confusion in her eyes. She knew Randy had wanted to say something else to her, had something else on his mind tonight besides his tag team match. He had been quieter than usual, more contemplative. She let it slide for now, however, because they both had work to do, but she was determined that once RAW was over, she was going to find out what was really bothering him, what was on his mind.
"Yeah, okay. I have to meet up with the girls though in a bit to talk about our match too, so don't rush through things with Shawn just to be with me," she said as she leaned up and gave him a gentle kiss. "Now go, get out of here. We both have work to do!" she exclaimed as she shooed him towards her locker room door.
"I'm going, I'm going. I'll see you later, baby. Lock the door after I leave," he said, flashing her a warm smile and a wink as he closed the door behind him. Lita just shook her head, but did secure the lock once Randy was gone. Grabbing her ring gear, she quickly changed and, after looking herself over in the mirror, she checked the time. I still have fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes…I'm too antsy to sit around here. I guess I could go grab a bottle of water before catching up with the girls.
Walking the Halls
For whatever reason, there were very few people milling around the hallway as Lita made her way towards catering. Probably because the show is about to start. she mused as she continued down the hall, frequently glancing around her, always checking out her surroundings. Suddenly, from behind, she felt a hand wrap tightly around her wrist, spinning her around. A surprised yelp escaped her lips and then turned to a silent gasp of fright as she came face-to-face with the man who had haunted her nightmares for months, with the one man she had never wanted to see again as long as she lived. He gave her a twisted smile as he placed one finger over his lips signaling for silence as he pulled her into an empty room. He still held tightly on to her wrist as he locked the door and slowly turned to face her. Letting go of her wrist, he pushed her up against the wall, as Lita's eyes flickered briefly to the knife he now held in his hand.
"Hello sweetheart. Did you miss me?" he asked as he roughly licked her cheek, laughing sadistically at the terrified look on the redheaded diva's face, the feeling of her shaking as he pressed himself against her, the single tear that trickled down her cheek. "Because I sure missed you. But now we're here – together again…all alone. Just like last time. And just like last time, I think I'll make you beg for me to stop. How does that sound?" Not bothering to wait for her response, he continued on. "Sounds pretty fucking amazing to me – you were, after all, one of the best I've ever had…" he trailed off as he ran the tip of the knife down her cheek, licking his lips as he continued to look at her. "Just remember – Lita – remember my one rule…You scream, you die…"
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