Title: Just Forget
Pairing/Character: Lita/Orton
Disclaimer: I don't own, I borrow.
Rating: M
Summary: She didn't need a reason to stay..
Spoilers: Umm..from ECW 6/20/06 to Present
Warnings: Language, sex and violence
Author Note: Persistent plot bunny that just refused to go away, even at the threat of
being roasted.. I'm ignoring many aspects of real life here, going on the rumor that Lita is
leaving after Survivor Series and decreasing the age gap by three years. Treating storyline as
storyline...and that's all I have to say for now.. Short start, but it will pick up in the
next part.. Or I may just leave it as a one shot..bah, screw that. The bunny will be exorcised.
- Flashback -
June 20th, 2006
She had only meant to check on him.. To make sure that he was truly alright.
That didn't explain how her back was currently intimate with the wall of his hotel room, his lips paying homage to a spot on her neck.
She wasn't about to complain about that. Not yet anyway.
With a persistent tug, she was moved from the wall, her legs acting on their own accord and wrapping around his waist.. Her shirt was already on the floor, his shirt was unbuttoned and hanging off of his shoulders..
And then, without much further ado, her back was intimate with the bed.. His hands were skimming over her sides, trailing upwards to cup her through the material of her bra. Her hands hadn't been idle, fingertips dancing up his abdomen...over his pectoral muscles, then to the material of his shirt.
That shirt soon joined hers, somewhere on the floor...her cargo pants and his jeans following shortly.
She couldn't recall when she had lost her shoes and socks, the woman not bothering to question the miniscule details as his mouth found hers. Further thought was then put on hold as one finger probed her body.. A breathy moan escaping her and filling his ear, another finger joining the first as his mouth found her throat again..
- End Flashback -
What wasn't supposed to happen in the first place, was only meant to happen once.
But it didn't quite work out that way.
He had told her, once she had gone there, she would go back. When she was lonely, she would seek him out.
She had laughed and told him he was too full of himself.. That it would never happen again because she refused to seek him out.
But he had been right.
She had gotten lonely.
She had sought him out.
And history had repeated itself the night of One Night Stand.
It was almost ironic.
She had wanted to laugh again, but instead, she had cried.. In pleasure, in pain and in pure frustration.
She had made a vow to herself that it wouldn't happen again.
He had told her she would be back.
But she didn't.
She was stubborn, determined to prove him wrong.. Determined to show him that she didn't need him.. That he needed her.
Two weeks after the second mistake, he had left her a simple note in the side pocket of her gym bag.. Leaving his hotel room number.. The note had found it's way to the trashcan.. And later that night, he found his way to her hotel room.
After that night, before the dawn started to break.. Before they put on their public masks.. He had kissed her tenderly.. Suprising her with a gentleness she didn't think he possessed.
It wasn't romantic, but, it was passionate.
It wasn't serious, but, it was an arrangement.
It wasn't complicated, but, it wasn't exactly simple.
It was just them.