Wounded Pride

Author: Queen Mab 319

Summary: Read the previous stuff.

Disclaimer: I own nada!

Chapter Four: Dawn's Early Light

Ouch. Was the first word that popped into the red haired diva's brain as she came suddenly awake. She moved to bring a hand up to her head to try and make the drumming in it stop, but she was stopped as her hand bumped something solid.

What the? Amy thought as she struggled to figure out just what that something solid was.

She decided that instead of opening her eyes, she would first use the touch test just to see what exactly that 'solid' thing was.

Tentatively the diva's small hand reached out, at first feeling nothing but air, then suddenly she connected with something definitely solid and from the feel definitely male. Suddenly Lita pulled her hand back.

Oh my God what did I do?

She thought for a few minutes. The last thing she remembered clearly last night was first the fight with Edge and essentially breaking up with him, then the talks with Nora, Lilian and Glen. Then she remembered going to a bar and having a good time with…with who? Amy's mind suddenly blacked out.

Think, Amy, Think. Someone who you don't like, who doesn't like you…John Cena.

The words echoed through her alcohol hazed mind.

Okay. Wait. Don't panic. Talking…I remember talking, then drinking, then talking, then kissing.

Amy's eyes suddenly burst open and she moved quickly into a sitting position as her mind gave her a suddenly very vivid flash of her kissing Cena in the bar. Then later on he had offered to walk her to her room, but somehow they ended up taking a detour to his room so he could give Lita a CD.

Why the hell would I need a CD? Oh yeah. She remembered telling the wrestling rapper that she had liked his music but had had no time to purchase a CD.

Okay that had been in the elevator. How the hell didn't I leave, then if all the hell he was gonna give me was a CD?

Amy looked to her right and what she saw made her lose her ability to think for a few minutes. She had been lying next to a very naked, very male John Cena. She now saw that the solid object she had come into contact had in fact been Cena's very wide, very beautiful chest. That's when she looked down and noticed she was too in the same state of undress as the former WWE Champion.

Amy scooted over to the edge of the bed reaching for the nearest article of clothing she could find, which turned out to be the Chain Gang t-shirt Cena had worn the pervious night. She quickly pulled it over her head getting distracted for a moment by the smell of Cena on it.

She had to admit the man might be a thug and an ass most the time, but damn did he smell good.

God get a hold of yourself.

Amy thought to herself as she tip topped quickly and quietly to the bathroom door, shutting it behind herself and locking it. She moved to sit down on the toilet lid and put her head in her hands.

Okay, how did we go from getting a CD to getting naked?

Suddenly Amy was given a very vivid memory by her now screamingly hung over head. It had protested greatly when she had risen to a sitting up position so quickly, but she had been too busy trying not to freak out to notice.

-X-

"So here's tha' CD. Ya know if ya want I could write a song for ya. I mean nobody's gonna ever do that for ya. And well if they did it would'n' be as good as mine." Cena said with a smirk on his face as the diva rolled her eyes.

"Yeah or not. So how is it that you have a room all by yourself? Do you bite people? I mean you do seem to have some anti-social tendencies what with calling perfectly fine women names. At least well.."

What had started out as a joke quickly turned to Amy beginning to cry.

Cena frowned and made his way over to the diva taking her in his arms and walking her over to the bed. The CD lying forgotten the floor.

As John pulled Lita to his shoulder he opened his mouth.

"Hey now don' go cryin' or nothin' like that. Ya might hafta make me show I do have feelin's. Now I don't know what is up with that jackass Edge dumbin' ya for no reason, but now that I know ya a bit, I think he's crazy. And Li', no Amy, I'll tell ya something else…I have always secretly thought you was cute."

Amy looked up at him to see he was sincere.

"Liar. I am not beautiful and after I did everything I could to help him get his precious title. I did it for him; I helped him because I loved him. Now I know he never loved me. If he had or did he wouldn't act the way he has right? Or am I stupid?"

The diva said beginning to cry harder.

John let air escape his lungs before continuing.

"You ain't stupid. He is. Any man would be lucky to have someone like you on their side."

"Really," Amy said leaning back a little.

"Yeah."

"Well then I think you deserve a kiss for that." The diva said pulling John's head down for a kiss. For a few minutes the thug doctor didn't react then as Amy began to pull back thinking she had just made a complete fool of herself and shown Cena everything he thought about her was true, he kissed her back. John kissed Amy with a fierceness that said he was taking care of the kissing and Amy happily let him as the two got lost in each other.

-X-

Oh my god. I..Everyone was right about me. I am a slut. Amy thought as she pulled her head from her hands. She wiped tears from her face, but couldn't stop the ones that followed it.

She was lost in her crying for a few minutes. She didn't hear the first knock but the second and the words that followed she heard loud and clear.

"Amy open the door."

Amy jumped. When had he gotten up?

Cena who stood on the other side of the door in his boxers had awoken just after the diva had gone into the bathroom. He didn't have as big a headache as he was sure the diva did, but it still hurt to hear slight noises.

He had lain in bed for a few minutes trying to remember the previous night. It had all come back to him. They had kissed then began to remove clothing and well the rest even made an experienced male like him blush.

How the hell did I end up getting drunk and having sex with the woman that made me lose my belt?

Cena shook his thoughts as he returned to the present. He didn't' have time to think about the what's or hows. Right now he had to deal with the diva that was very probably beating herself up.

"Amy don't make me break down the door. Ya should know me well enough to know I'll do it."

His words brought the diva to the present and she unlocked the door. The wrestler was grateful for that because he really didn't feel like knocking a door down first thing in the morning especially when he had a hang over.

He cringed inside at the obvious evidence of tears on the diva's red face.

He took her hand and pulled her out of the bathroom and towards the bed.

He sat down next to her and turned to face her. She wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Lita, Amy, we need to talk about last night."

She still didn't' look at him.

Amy was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't notice when Cena leaned forward and took one of her hands in his.

Cena's other hand found its way under her chin turning her face to his.

"Amy look at me."

She did.

"Last night shouldn't have happened yes. But it did. Now don' go beatin' your self up 'bout it. Lots of people get drunk and sleep with people they don' mean to. We are not an exception."

Cena stopped to take a breathe.

"Yeah in the past I may have said shit 'bout ya. And that you were a slut, but Amy I don't think that anymore. Okay? Do you understand me?"

"Yeah I understand alright. Now that you have gotten a taste of Edge's slut she's not a slut as long as she is sleeping with you right? I am sure that is what you think. That is what everyone thinks of me and you know what…I am not letting you or anyone think of me that way anymore. I am going to get dressed and leave this room and we are both going to forget that you and I have ever seen each other naked. Then I am going to go to Vince and ask him to give me a new storyline. I can't work with Edge anymore it hurts too much."

She said the last few words with a conviction Cena hadn't seen in her in a long time, if ever.

He caught her arm though as she made to get up and pushed her back down.

"Hold up. I am not finished. I don' think you are no longer a slut cause ya slept with me. So wha' you feel in love with someone not ya boyfriend. Shit happens. I shoudn'a realized that and not kept remindin' ya of the past. If you want to forget we slept together fine, but Amy I won't. So we were drunk, but last night was fun. Doesn' hafta stop."

Before Cena could continue he was stopped by a resounding slap.

"Damn woman what the hell was that for?"

Cena said as he glared at the woman who had just slapped him.

"You don't get it. You just basically told me if I sleep with you …that, that.."

"That what? I didn' say that. I said we can continue sleepin' together. I mean damn…"

"Ouch. Damn it woman."

Cena said as he was hit once more with an unexpected slap.

"You John Cena are an even bigger asshole then I thought you were. I am going to forget I ever thought you had a nice bone in your body and especially forget that I slept with you. You don't get it. You just asked me to go from being Edge's little slut to yours. You are such an asshole. I am getting out of hear and if you follow me I am going to do more than slap you this time."

Lita said as she gathered her clothing and quickly put some on and left the hotel room, slamming the door behind her, causing Cena not only to hurt from the blows she had gotten in but also from the strain to his aching head.

Cena sat down on the bed and laid back wondering just how the hell his life had gotten so out of hand.