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Notes: I couldn't resist adding a certain someone in. No real new notes, previous ones still apply.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used in this fic.
Chapter Six
Hazel eyes blinked slowly, a hand reaching up to rub the sleep from tired eyes. Or at least it tried. Lita blinked rapidly when neither of her arms were able to move. She closed her eyes taking a deep breathe, trying to figure out the reason for the inability to move. It wasn't till two sets of arms tightened around her that she reopened her eyes. The redhead blinked as she tried to get a full grasp on the situation. Whose arms were exactly around her? The body to her left pulled her closer to his form, his head nuzzling her shoulder. Blinking in surprise the redheaded diva looked down to see Marc Predka using her shoulder as a pillow. The man's body somewhat over her small form, as was the body to her right. She slowly moved her head to the right side, only for her lips to brush against a sleeping John Cena's. The man shifted slightly, his tongue slipping out to moisten his lips shortly after Lita moved her head back. The dark haired superstar's head was way to close for comfort.
She sighed as she tried to wiggle out of both men's grip, only to realize that somehow during the night all three of their legs had managed to intertwine. The redhead soon found herself questioning how it was that John Cena had gotten to her right side when he had been on Marc's left the night before. She cautiously watched the sleeping pair from the corner of her eyes, before finally deciding that they weren't trying anything, like feigning sleep. Too tired to really care hazel eyes closed once if only for a few more minutes of sleep.
As it were, the trio continued to sleep soundly unaware that John was about to receive an unwelcomed guest. The door to the bedroom opened revealing a quite surprised Smackdown superstar. The young man blinked as he focused on the scene in front of him. Trying really hard not to laugh at the three entangled bodies on the bed. It really was quite the funny scene but he really had to question how the hell they all managed to get that way. Just as he was about to turn and leave the room to head for the kitchen a soft sound reached his ears. The man turned back his mouth dropping open in shock.
"Louie, stop that." The red head mumbled in her sleep a hand coming up to push 'Louie' away. She swatted playfully at the 'dogs' face. A soft growl emitting from him.
The man by the door tried not to laugh. Sure the scene he had walked in on before was really funny but this...this really took the cake. Not only was Lita squashed between two rather large men but one of them happened to be rather close to her. His head buried in her neck, and from what the guest could see John was currently giving the redheaded diva a hicky whether he was aware of it or not.
He shook his head, deciding that it would probably be best if he didn't disturb them. Why he thought this? Who knows. But as far as he was concerned it was going to be a rather interesting morning once they all woke up. So instead of waking up the trio on the bed, he left the room in favor of brewing himself a nice cup of coffee.
Meanwhile, Lita swatted once more at her 'dog'.
"Louie if you don't knock it off I'm not going to feed you." Lita mumbled, again in her sleep.
That comment received a nice nip to the neck from the man beside her. His hand trailing down the side of her body and roughly found a spot between her legs. The young man mumbling incoherent words into her neck. Whoa...wait a minute since when did Louie have hands? Hazel eyes flew open, and then glanced to her right. The West Newbury natives head still pressed against her neck, a movement under the covers catching her attention. The diva counted to five silently in her mind before she let out an earsplitting shriek.
The two men on the bed both shooting up from their positions in surprise. Their arms releasing the diva as Marc soon found himself on the floor. John blinked sleepily and looked at the redhead, who didn't look the least bit happy. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could get in a word Lita had shoved him off the bed.
John cried out in pain as the back of his head hit the nightstand table. His arms flailed around him as he unceremoniously landed on his back on the floor, his legs still bent up slightly on the bed. That was until the redhead pushed those off the bed as well. The man growled as he rubbed the back of his sore head, not realizing the laughter that was admitting from the unwelcomed guest, who had run up the stairs and back into the bedroom once he had heard the redheads scream. On the other side, Marc at fallen completely off the bed, the bed sheets tangled around his legs as he moaned his hand reaching behind him to rub his back.
The laughter by the door only intensified as a slim hand reached over the right side of the bed and smacked Cena on the head.
"What the fuck did you think you were you doing!" Lita exclaimed as she hit him once more, the bed sheet held rather tightly to her form despite the fact that she was fully clothed.
John's arms quickly moved up to cover his head. "Ow! What the hell? What the hell did I do now? I swear I didn't do a fuckin' thin' so stop hittin' m woman!"
The redhead stared at him in disbelief. "Excuse me? I have problems? I wasn't the one kissing your neck. Nor was I the one feeling you up while you were trying to sleep."
John blinked. "Marc was kissin' your neck?" He looked up and over at the opposite side of the bed, a brow raised. "And he felt ya up?"
A pillow smacked John in the face thanks to Marc, as the 28 year old unwrapped the bed sheet from around his legs. The man standing by the door snorted.
"Dude, John. He wasn't the one touching Li."
The three near the bed blinked before turning to the door, all quite surprised to see the Legend Killer Randy Orton bent over trying to catch his breath.
John's eyes narrowed, "What the hell are you doin' 'ere?"
Lita waved her hand for him to shut up as the redhead scrambled off the bed and quickly made her way to Randy, nearly tripping over some of John's discarded clothing along the way. The diva leapt up and into the opened arms of the Legend Killer, her legs wrapping around his waist as she kissed him on the cheek and hugged him tightly, momentarily forgetting about what had happened just moments before.
"Oh thank God! You came to save me!" She exclaimed, causing the St. Louis native to laugh once more.
"I never expected you to miss me that much Li."
"He's driving me crazy." She pouted.
Marc and John finally stood up and sat on opposite sides of the bed. They exchanged at look before looking back at Randy and Lita, the tall man ruffling the pouting redhead's hair.
"I think we're missing something here." Marc spoke, drawing the attention back to him.
"Yeah." John quickly agreed. "How the hell do you two know each other?"
Lita rolled her eyes. "We work together Cena. Duh!"
"That's not what I meant." the blue eyed man grumbled. "How is it y'all are all buddy, buddy like and shit?"
"We've known each other for a while. He's like a little overprotective brother to me." Lita answered as Randy set her back down.
The St. Louis native smiled at the two on bed before glancing around the room. "Damn Cena I thought we had gotten you out of the habit of messing up your room."
John pointed to Lita. "It's hurricane Lita's fault. She went snooping 'round my damned room."
Randy laughed, mock glaring at Lita. "I thought I told you no more destruction."
The redhead shrugged. "I was bored. He left me alone for two hours. I couldn't help but look around. 'Sides..." the diva linked arms with Randy before starting to drag him out of the room. That was until John spoke up once more.
"Yo, Orton how long have ya been 'ere?"
Randy turned and smiled sheepishly, a hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously. "Uh a good half an hour. I walked in here hoping to wake up John but then I saw the tangled up mess that you three were in and I didn't really want to get up in that so I went downstairs. That was till I heard Li scream. And by the way why the hell were you all in the same bed anyway?"
John blinked opening his mouth to reply but Lita beat him to it. "You? You were here for a half an hour and you didn't get them off me?" She questioned.
Randy smiled sheepishly.
"You purposely let John sexually harass me! What kind of a friend are you?" She exclaimed, smacking the tall man hard on the shoulder.
Randy pouted reaching up to rub his now sore shoulder.
"Woman I did not sexually harass you!" John shouted as he stood up from the bed.
A death glare was sent in his direction. "Oh? Then who was it who was trying to feel me up in my damn sleep? A ghost? Seriously John!"
John ran a hand down his face. "Well I didn't intentionally do it."
Hazel eyes stared at him in disbelief. "I'm so fucking sure. And you!" She turned to Randy. "Are no better then him." She stomped off mumbling to herself. "Stupid men."
The three men remaining in the room blinked, before two large hands came in contact with the back of John's head.
"What!" John snapped rubbing his head before mumbling something about everyone being out to give him a concussion.
"Stop making her mad." Marc said as he filed pass to head downstairs for breakfast.
Randy simply shook his head. "You fucked up."
"How the hell did you get in this house anyway Orton?"
Randy rolled his eyes. "You gave me a key remember."
John grumbled something as Randy walked out. John shook his head and hurried out of his room to make sure a certain redhead wasn't going to intentionally burn his house to the ground.
-X-
Breakfast that morning went as well as anyone would have expected given what had happened in the bedroom. The only one Lita was being remotely nice to was Marc and that was for the sole reason that he hadn't done a thing to piss her off. Of course Randy and John had to be smartasses, and when the redhead had asked Marc how he liked his eggs both men had voiced their liking for eggs sunny side up. This of course lead the redhead to smile a little to sweetly as she cracked an egg on both of their heads, stating very clearly that she hoped that they'd enjoy their meals. Marc laughed at the others predicament only stopping when John and Randy both issued threats.
The remainder of the time spent in the kitchen went calmly. No one spoke other then Randy explaining his sudden appearance in John's house. Which lead to a nice ribbing from Lita when she started to ask why Randy had a key to John's house to begin with. She proceeded to laugh and state that she always knew both men were gay. Marc soon joined in, quickly siding with her despite the threats issued by the two wrestlers. Both Randy and John whined and complained. John complaining that the next chance he got he was buying the diva a muzzle so she wouldn't be able to talk. While Randy complained that he should never have came and if she kept it up he was going to tie her to chair.
Before anything else was issued, John's cousin was quick to remind them that they needed to get showered and ready so to go to the Cena household for dinner. John also reminded the redhead that she needed to clean up his room. After a more or less quiet breakfast, the four went their separate ways in the house. Randy deciding that he wanted to watch some TV, while Marc went for a shower. John the very near dragged a not so happy Lita back to his room so she could clean it, with himself making sure she did it properly.
-X-
"Are you sure it's ok that I'm here?" Lita asked as John parked in his parents driveway.
John nodded as he opened his door and climbed out. "For the hundredth time woman, yes. If they let that one over there in the house I don't see a fuckin' problem with you bein' here. My dad ain't gonna care. My mom ya might have to worry 'bout. Especially when I introduce ya the way I do."
Hazel eyes rolled as she climbed out after Randy. "Yeah well I see no point in having to introduce me as a girlfriend."
John rolled his eyes right back. "It was either me, Orton or Marc. And seeing as both Orton and Marc got girls', we really got no option. 'Sides I already told Steve that you was my girl and I'm sure he told everyone."
"I'm hungry." Randy whined. "And your mom makes good Italian food so can we go inside now?"
John nodded, motioning for Lita to go in front of him. Marc smiled shaking his head as he trailed behind. Randy hurried ahead of the small group to knock on the door, missing the yell from John that he had a key.
