"Hunter! Put the glass down. You can't take it
with you." Lita informed him, reaching for the
glass. Hunter swatted her hand away as he drained
the contents of the glass nosily before slamming
it back down on the table roughly. Lita pulled
on his arm, trying to get him out the door as the
bartender looked over to glare at them.
They'd been in the hotel bar for several hours,
after leaving the restaurant where they had
confronted Matt and Stephanie.
Throughout the night, they'd discussed
everything. The world champion and the popular diva didn't
travel in the same circles so they knew next to
nothing about each other. They were shocked to
discover they liked some of the same bands and had
the same low opinion of rap.
They discussed the hardship and similarities of
their physical therapy. Somewhere in all that
they'd started doing shots and by closing time the
bartender was more than happy to see them go.
Lita pushed Hunter through the door, trying not to
giggle as the bartender continued to glare at
them.
The duo stumbled toward the elevator together
just managing to get inside without falling.
"Hunter. What floor you on?" Lita asked. Lita
turned to see Hunter leaning heavily against the
back of the car, his eyes closed, silly smirk
across his face.
Lita reached out swatting his arm, "Hunter!" only
earning a grunt from the blond, "Wha . . ." he
asked. "What floor are you on?" she asked again.
Hunter only shrugged laughing lightly.
Lita reached over, sticking her hand into his
coat pocket, not finding a card key moved to the
other one. Continuing she searched the inside
pockets as well as Hunter squirmed away. "Hey!" he
slurred, pushing her hands away when she reached
into the front pockets of his jeans.
"Hunter, I'm looking for your key. You can't
sleep on the elevator and the bartender won't let
you back in the bar."
"You were the one slamming glasses on the table."
He countered. "We were doing slammers!" she
protested. "Least I didn't try to table dance." Lita
replied. Shaking her head as she remembered it
had taken some very fast talking to get Hunter to
sit. Lita told him she really didn't need to see
his impression of Stacy dancing.
Lita reached around Hunter, putting her hand in
his back pocket, starting when he laid his hands
clumsily on her waist, pulling her against him
roughly. She raised her head quickly to see the
smirk a little sharper.
"If you wanted to feel me up all you had to do
was ask." He announced.
Lita rolled her eyes pulling his card key from
his back pocket, pushing away from him, "When I
feel you up - you'll know it." She declared. She
turned from him pushing the floor indicated on the
card, both falling silent as the elevator
steadily rose to the top.
When they reached the designated floor and the
doors opened, Lita pulled on Hunters jacket,
leading him down the hall. When Hunter stumbled
slightly, Lita had to use all her body weight to keep
him upright.
"Hunter if you fall, I can't pick you up!" she
declared, trying to walk a little faster. The
sooner she got him to his room the better.
When she reached the door to the card she held in
her hand, she fumbled with the key, her eyes a
little bleary and her hand unsteady from all the
alcohol. When the light didn't change, Lita jerked
the card out again. So distracted by her quest
to open the door she squealed when she felt
Hunter's cool hands against the bare skin of her waist.
"Hunter, cut it out." Lita protested, "I can't
open the door." Lita laughed unexpectedly in shock
when she felt Hunter's hands trace along her
stomach, as he whispered in her ear, "I'm just
helping." He answered, moving his hands to run up her
side to her arms and then slowly down her arms to
her hands. Lita swatted his hands away
impatiently. Lita now had to use one hand to try to open
the door, the other she continued to swat at
Hunter's hands as they now found their way under her
shirt.
When the lock managed to turn green the door flew
open and Lita, leaning heavily on the door to
remain steady and Hunter leaning heavily on her
"helping", they both stumbled into the room clumsily.
Hunter, not releasing his hold, righted them as
the door slammed shut behind them. When they
stopped moving, Hunter tightened his grip pulling
Lita back against him.
"Hunter, what are you doing?" Lita asked, still
trying to push his hands off her waist. She felt
the shiver down her spine as she felt Hunter's
breath close to her ear. Hunter loosened his grip
slightly to run a hand over her hip slowly, his
head now resting against hers.
"Nothing." He breathed, leaning his head back
when Lita twisted her head around to look at him
since she wasn't out of reach Hunter pulled her
close again, holding her right against him. His
hands traveling up her back.
Feel Hunter's large hands sliding over her,
Lita's breath caught in her throat. Her mind fuzzy
from all the alcohol simply went with the feeling
until she felt Hunter's lips against her throat.
"Hun…Hunter….what . . ." the sentence trailing
off when Hunter pressed his lips to the pulse on
her throat. Lita gripped the sides of his shirt
when the room began to spin, feeling the muscles
clench at her touch.
"You got to feel me up earlier." Hunter answered
the unasked question, "Just returning the favor."
Lita shook her head slightly to clear it, "I did
. . .what . . .I did NOT feel you up!" she
protested indignantly. Hunter smirked slightly,
staring at the diva intently.
"You have pretty eyes." He announced. Lita shook
her head at the absurdity of the entire
conversation.
Before she could say anything however, Hunter
leaned down to capture her lips. Her hands tighten
into fists in his shirt as her fuzzy brain quickly
went blank.
When he needed air, Hunter released the kiss only
to begin trailing kisses along the redheads jaw
and down her neck.
"Hunter . . ." Lita tried speaking, finding it
more and more difficult when she felt his warm
breath on her throat. Lita unclenched her hands from
his shirt, reaching up she put her hands on his
shoulders, pushing him firmly.
When she was able to see his face, Lita gathered
her scattered wits and draw a shaky breath.
"Hunter, we're both pretty drunk. This is a
really bad idea." She stammered. Hunter merely
smirked, lowering his head again. Lita pulled back
planting a hand on his chest.
"Hunter, you're drunk." Lita tried again. "No,
I'm not." He replied. Lita looked up at him, the
sentence said calmly without a trace of alcohol.
"But we both . . .and we drank so much." Lita
stammered, "You drank more than me!"
Hunter merely shrugged, "Yeah, but I've had more
practice than you and I'm a lot bigger than you."
When Lita looked at him critically, he continued,
"I'm pretty buzzed," he admitted, "but not drunk
enough to not know what I'm doing." While Hunter
spoke, he tightened his hold on her pulling her
against him again. "Am I doing it wrong?" he
asked, the patented smirk on his lips.
"But you can't be . . ." Lita began, Hunter
leaned down taking her lips again, gentle and firm all
at once. Lita's hand drifted down his chest as
her resolve crumbled slowly.
"Can't be what?" Hunter asked, softly against her
lips. Dizzy Lita sighed, "This is wrong. It's
rebound sex and it's cliché." She said weakly.
"Sex, definitely. Cliché, Maybe. Rebound.
Maybe. Maybe not." Hunter answered, "but why is it
wrong?" he asked.
"Cuz we just found our lovers with other people.
And we're hurt and drunk." Lita stumblingly
protested, shivering when Hunter ran a hand up her
back.
"If it's wrong to want you right now." Hunter
began, lifting his head to look into her eyes. He
wanted her to see that he wasn't doing this
because of any of the reason's she'd rattled off. The
woman was making him crazy with want; her eyes,
her skin, the lilt in her voice. "I'll gladly go
to hell tomorrow."
Lita bit her lip, to keep the tear from falling.
It had been a long time since anyone had said
they wanted her.
She swallowed hard, her resolve dissolving more
and more as Hunter traced circles on her back.
"I . . .well . . .it's . . ." she stammered.
Hunter angled his head in confusion. Lita stepped
back out of his reach wringing her hands in
frustration and embarrassment.
"It's been . . . .a long time." She admitted
quietly.
The quick smart-ass quip died on his lips when he
saw the distress in her eyes as she began chewing
on her lip. "The doctors cleared me for . .
.everything." she rambled, her hand running through
her hair, "But Matt didn't . . ." her voice
trailed off, shaking her head. "I haven't been able
to work out in a long time." She muttered, tugging
on her shirt, trying to cover the small glimpse
of her stomach. "And those stupid plastic collars
aren't the sexiest things in the world." She
added bitterly concentrating on the pattern in the
carpet.
Hunter's jaw clenched making a mental note to
beat the crap out of the older Hardy brother at the
next available opportunity. Hunter cursed the
younger man to all sorts of hell for making Lita
feel unsure of herself, for obviously making the
young woman feel unwanted and not beautiful enough.
Giving himself a minute to calm his infamous
temper, Hunter shrugged out of jacket, tossing it to
the empty chair near him. Hunter's smirk
returned as he closed the distance between them.
Hunter grasped Lita's fingers as they continued
to fidget with the end of her shirt, lifting them
to his lips, waiting for her to look up before
kissing her fingers lightly. Setting her hands on
his broad shoulders Hunter laid his hands on her
waist again, stopping a moment to slowly graze
his thumb along her stomach just under her shirt.
"You remember what they say in therapy?" he
asked. Lita blinked at him in confusion at the switch
in conversation. Hunter grinned down at her,
lifting her off her feet, "Take it slow. It'll all
come back to you." He smirked, kissing her lips
lightly, "Practice. Practice. Practice."
Lita giggled nervously as she tightened her arms
around her neck.
~*~
Lita jolted awake when she felt the arm across
her chest tighten slightly. Lita winced at the
weight and tried desperately to remember what the
hell had happen after leaving the hotel bar.
Turning her head slightly she saw the top of
Hunter's head as it was nuzzled against her throat,
the arms she had felt earlier just a part of him
that was resting half on top of her. She shifted
slightly trying to move away without waking him,
only to have Hunter shift closer, tightening his
arm around her and shifting her closer to him.
Lita laid a hand against her spinning head as the
memories of the night before coming in flashes
and pieces combining with the leftover effects of
all the alcohol.
"Hunter?" She said quietly, lifting a hand to try
and lift his arm. Lita shivered involuntarily as
Hunter mumbled against her throat in answer.
"Hunter." She tried again a bit louder. "Hmmmm." He
answered, not moving or stirring otherwise.
"You . . .I need you . . .to move." She asked
hesitantly. She had hoped to be able to leave
quietly and unnoticed, hoping that Hunter wouldn't
remember or care about what had happened the night
before.
Hunter hearing the tone of her voice raised his
head quickly, trying to focus his bleary sleep
filled eyes to look down at her. Lita mistaking the
look, tried again to move away and off the bed.
Hunter gripped her shoulder, stopping her
movement. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice
husky and full of sleep. To Lita it sounded like
annoyance, and accusation, lifting the sheet to try
and cover her chest. "I'm trying to get up."
She declared snappishly. Hunter moved his arm so
she could raise the sheet, lifting his hand to her
jaw, turning her face to him, "Am I hurting you?"
he asked quickly.
Lita stopped her movement, looking up at him in
shock. "What?" she whispered. "I know you said
the doctors cleared you, but we both got a little
carried away last night and I outweigh you by
over a hundred pounds." He rattled, "I shouldn't
have fallen asleep like that. On top of you, I
mean. I'm probably squashing you." He added.
Lita didn't protest or stop him when Hunter moved
off of her and rested comfortably to her side,
pulling her back against him. Still clutching the
sheet tightly against her chest she merely stared
at him. Hunter grinned slightly at her
expression, tugging the sheet lightly near her closed
fist, "You're not a blanket hog are you?" he murmured
against her hair. Lita automatically released
the death grip on the sheet merely watching as
Hunter partially covered himself again, and then
slide his arm tightly around her waist to pull her
flush against him.
When Lita remained silent, as she hesitantly laid
her shaky hand on his arm, Hunter opened his eyes
slightly, seeing the confused expression on her
face.
"What's wrong baby?" he asked quietly. Lita
looked up at him, quickly seeing his eyes wide open
and alert. "You're awake." She stated numbly.
Hunter rolled his eyes lightly, shrugging, "Trying
not to be, it's still early." He informed her,
gesturing toward the opened curtains in front of
the window.
"I thought maybe . . ." she began. Hunter kissed
her lightly at her temple, leaving his lips there
a moment. "You regretting last night?" he asked,
his voice having taken on a neutral tone. "I
think you do." She replied quickly. "You thought if
you left without me waking, I wouldn't remember?"
he asked. "We were drunk." Lita declared.
"Yeah." Hunter answered, yawning slightly. "We both
dumped our lovers last night." She reminded him
heatedly. "Yeah." Hunter repeated again. "It was
rebound sex." Lita declared firmly. "Yeah, but
it was damn good sex." Hunter countered smugly.
Lita's cheeks flushed brightly and Hunter smiled.
Yawning again, Hunter settled his head against
hers lightly, "Stop thinking so much. We'll talk it
to death later, when we're more awake." Hunter
decided.
Lita sighed heavily, trying to squirm away from
him, "You just want to figure out a way to dump .
. ."
"To make you stay." Hunter interrupted. When
Lita turned to stare at him in disbelief, Hunter
propped his head up on his hand to look down at her.
"Yeah, last night we started out practically
strangers. I don't think I've ever said more than
ten words to you before last night. That's no
one's fault. Then we started drinking, and drank
until we hoped the pain was numb. We fell into bed
last night, but not because I was hurt or was
drunk or I wanted to forget. Least not forget
Stephanie. That's been over for a while. But because
you're beautiful, funny, and smart and one of the
sexiest women I've ever met. I wanted to take
YOU to bed last night. I wanted you." Hunter
announced.
"You didn't know anything about me before last
night." Lita declared, hoping her voice had enough
heat in it. "No," Hunter agreed, "But I know you
didn't deserve to be cheated on." Hunter took
Lita's chin between his finger and thumb, seeing
the flash of pain in her eyes, turned her to face
him. "And any man who would do that doesn't
deserve you anyway. I know you're too damn special
for a one-night stand. And that's not what I
want." He added.
"Hunter this is just crazy!" Lita protested
weakly. Seeing her hesitate, Hunter knew she was
trying to reconcile the person she thought she knew
with the person she was with the night before.
His backstage and in-ring reputation with the
person she'd spent the night with dwelling on her
mind.
"Tell ya what - only if you want - later tonight
we can go on a "real" date. I'll come to your
door and knock, just like a "real" date should."
Hunter's voice taking on a hurt impatient tone, he
half rose from the bed. "We'll go to dinner or a
movie - whatever you want. Not just a drunken
conversation. Just to see if you could actually
tolerate me when you're not drunk . . ."
Sitting up quickly, Lita grabbed his arm stilling
his movement, "Hunter, that's not what I meant."
Lita interrupted, the frustration causing her to
fist her hand in her hair, leaving it on the top
of her head.
The memories of the previous night coming
together in her mind, she couldn't remember a former
lover who'd been so attentive or thorough. And
while the circumstances had been far from ideal,
she'd wanted him the night before. It wasn't just
the physical contact, the pain of Matt cheating on
her or the lack of sex in the time since her
accident. She'd wanted him. Hunter. She was in
love with Hunter Hearst Helmsley. Shaking her head
slightly, Lita sighed. She knew it wasn't really
possible to fall in "love" with someone after a
night of sex. 'A night of really good sex.' She
admitted to herself. Lita knew she felt
something; something that hadn't gone away after the
effects of the alcohol drifted away. Something she
wanted to pursue. Lita lifted her hand away from
her face; slowly she reached out and brushed
Hunter's hair from his face as it fell forward.
"I wanted you too." She admitted in a whisper.
Lita raised her eyes to look at him. "I never
even gave you a second thought before last night."
She admitted. "You were the guy with the
sledgehammer." She continued. "I got to see someone else
last night. I kinda liked him." She admitted
quietly.
Hunter smirked slightly as he leaned over,
pressing his lips to hers; a relief he wasn't
completely familiar with, running thru him when she
wrapped her arm around his neck pulling him closer as
she returned his kiss. Hunter slipped his arm
tighter around her before turning to lie on his back
bringing her on top of him, his hands running
down her body to hold her tightly against him.
Lita sat up slightly pulling away from him, "You
do realize this is crazy right?" she asked. "We
just broke up with people and . . . ."
"I've never done anything the easy way." He
answered, smirking.
