Disclaimer: I don't own a thing mentioned in this story.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He was only supposed to be a stand in.
Spoilers: Current storylines (except Lita/Edge) are fair game and I'm setting this at my own version of RAW 9/4/06.. and though it isn't mentioned, Lita's comment about not teaming with just any boys was not spoken.. Setting the backstage confrontation (Lita & Trish, Carlito & Randy) directly after Edge's promo in the ring.
Warnings: You should know this by now, I have a foul mouth when I write, mild Ashley bashing.. s'about it.
Author Notes : Response to This is a reply to a challenge posted at the litafics community at LiveJournal. Three parts to the finish. I would also like to let you all know, for those of you who are familiar with my writing style, I usually take awhile to get to any sort of romantic hint between two characters (I like developing a relationship, be it platonic or romantic). In this one, it may seem rushed
True to his word, Randy met up with her before the match.. Although, instead of showing up at the curtains like she thought he would...he waited for her in the hallway.. Lita running into him, quite literally, the moment she had exited the locker room.
She arched an eyebrow, closing the door behind her. "Early much?"
Randy shook his head, "Shane said we had to be out there first.. Chris' match is just wrapping up."
"Which means we have plenty of time to get to the curtains." Lita blinked, "more then enough time since there should be commercial breaks in between.."
The Legend Killer nodded easily, "that's correct."
"Then did Trish or Carlito think of something else to add to the match? I mean, since Trish is involved that's possible.. Plus, Carlito seemed pretty nervous earlier but we just met with them not too long ago but, it's not like Trish and I--"
"It's not about them," he interrupted shortly, Randy holding up a hand before gesturing between them. "We have unfinished business."
An amused smirk curled at the corners of her mouth, Lita leaning against the wall. "We do?" She feigned indifference as he stepped closer, "and just what would that be?"
Orton leaned closer to her, one hand propped against the wall, the other reaching out to tuck a few rebellious strands of hair behind her ear. "Need a reminder?"
"Well," she drew the word out purposefully, "I was supposed to go meet with Trish.. Hence why I was leaving early. Match prep."
The hand that was resting on the wall drifted lower, running briefly over her shoulder. "I think you and Trish know each other well enough.. In the ring, that is."
Lita pushed off the wall, small hands resting on his bare chest. "Do you like strawberries?"
"Yeah.. Why do you--"
The redhead cut him off by pressing her lips to his, keeping the kiss brief. "I know we have time and all that before the match starts but.. I did promise Trish I'd meet up with her."
He arched an eyebrow, "but--"
The diva shook her head, "I'll see you at the curtains. Like I was supposed to."
Randy ran a hand over his short brown hair.. That wasn't what he had planned on.. But it wasn't like he could talk to her about it, Lita having disappeared from the area already. The kiss, yes, that had been in his plans but.. Not exactly like that. He didn't know what was going on where the redhead was concerned...he did want to find out, but now...it would have to wait.
Trish raised an eyebrow at her friend, "wait.. So one minute you were talking and then--"
"He kissed me. Nothing big or anything like that, but yeah.. He kissed me." Lita let out a sigh, "then when he left.. I kissed him."
The blonde diva regarded her suspiciously, "you're leaving something out.."
"I kissed him again, before I came here." Lita ran her hands through her hair, "I don't know what I'm doing, Trish."
She rolled her eyes, "well it's pretty simple Li.. Forget about the fact that you two have kissed or do something about it."
Lita arched an eyebrow, "Trish.. I'm leaving--"
"In two months," Trish interrupted patiently. "And it's not like you don't have a phone, you could always come visit."
The redhead made a face, "you're making it sound like I want to date him."
A smug smile made it's way to Trish's face. "Last I knew, you did like him.. And now you have the chance to do something about it."
Lita stuck out her tongue, "let's just get the match over with."
Trish rolled her eyes, "honestly Li.. It's not that big of a deal. Just make up your mind...better yet. Don't make up your mind, make up your heart. Your mind usually leads you to shutting people out."
The redhead blinked but, didn't bother to ask.. the two divas navigating the hallways. A quick glance to one of the monitors let them know that their match would be starting soon..
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Lita inclined her head curiously, "we don't really have a minute.. We're supposed to be out there first."
"It won't take long," Randy persisted as he motioned to the side, "I promise."
The diva exchanged a confused look with Trish but, followed him none the less...Lita blinking when he kissed her, leaving that kiss as brief as the one in the hallway minutes earlier.
"Good luck," he nearly spoke against her lips.. Distancing himself more when her music started to play.
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Minutes later found Lita cheering on Randy, their match was going well so far...She and Trish had started the match and now, Carlito and Randy were in the mid-point of it. With one foot on the bottom rope and one hand on the top turnbuckle, Lita forced herself to concentrate on the match. It was silly really.. One little kiss had thrown her mind into overdrive.. And it hadn't even been that much of a kiss.. Simple, brief...short. Like his wrestling trunks.. Lita shook her head, she was not going to stare at Randy's ass.
"You look distracted," Trish whispered as the two locked up in the center of the ring. "Li.. Get it together, we have to finish the match."
Lita gritted her teeth, counting backwards in her head before she shoved her friend away from her. This was truly ridiculous.. Locking up with Trish again, the redhead gathered her wayward thoughts enough to get the next move in...keeping Trish's arm locked as she backed towards her corner...tagging her partner in.. Taunting Carlito as she climbed up to the top turnbuckle.. The redhead smiled to herself as she went for the pin, canting a glance to her tag team partner once the referee had finished the count.
She didn't notice that Randy hadn't let go of her hand, the two walking backwards up the ramp. Come to think of it, she didn't even notice when he had grabbed her hand.. Not that it really mattered now, the two disappearing behind the curtains before they sent one last smug look down to the ring. He continued to hold her hand, tugging her closer as they went down the stairs.
"What--"
"I need to know something," Randy said once they had stopped, "why did you kiss me?"
Lita blinked, "I was going to ask you the same thing." She glanced down to their still joined hands, "what's going on, Randy?"
"I don't know," he replied honestly, confusion in his blue eyes as he glanced down at her. "I won't lie to you, Li.. I want to be with you."
The redhead bit her lower lip, "I.. You know I'm leaving in a couple of months." She frowned, looking away from him. "That's not something you need."
The blue eyed wrestler arched an eyebrow, "what are you talking about?"
"You don't need someone holding you down." She slipped her hand out, "you deserve better."
"Lita--"
"I'll talk to you later, Randy." She forced a smile, "I still have to be at ringside for Edge's match."
The Legend Killer watched as she walked off, trying to figure out what in the hell just happened. She had kissed him, twice already and now she was walking away.. Telling him it wouldn't work? Randy let out a frustrated sigh.. This wasn't supposed to happen.