Star Light, Star Bright

    “Damn Trish anyway. She lost a clean match. Not my fault the title was attached. Gives her no right.”
    “I know, Lita, I know. Just lay down. Relax. Let me get you a cloth and some ice.” Matt Hardy glided around the locker room, running some cold water and a grabbing a pack for his friend’s head. She was right; Trish had been vindictive, giving her a bulldog after she lost the title to Lita. Lita, caught off-guard, hit her forehead hard against the mat. She was lucky; she tilted her chin to her chest enough so that she didn’t break her nose, but not far enough to injure her spine. Trish had trash-talked her way back up the ramp, tucked in the safety of T & A. Matt and Jeff were fidgeting in the wings, waiting for their tag match when they heard J.R.’s voice.
    “Someone help her. That witch threw her down like yesterday’s news. By God, somebody get out here and help this young lady.” That was all it took. The boys hit the scene, and helped Lita up. As soon as she was standing, Jeff snatched the mic from the announcer.
     “Sore loser, Trish? Or only when you’re comfortably cowering behind your men?”
    T & A, Trish just behind, emerged again onto the ramp, the mic in Test’s hand. “Why don’t we find out, Rainbow. Her ‘men,’ and Lita’s ‘boys.’ Hardcore match. Now.” Test had dropped the mic and run with Albert towards the ring, when a low bell toned, followed by the shrill voices: “He’s here.” The Undertaker stood at the top of the ramp, bending to retrieve the mic Test had abandoned. Everyone froze. Lita was still in the ring, the Hardys guarding her, poised to fight.
    “You ‘boys’ ought to pick on someone your own size.”
    Albert snickered. “Yeah. Like leprechauns.”
    “Matt, take Lita to the back. Make sure she’s okay. Rainbow and I will handle the rest.” The Undertaker stood patiently as Matt helped Lita from the ring. Trish recovered from her shock and grinned wickedly, knowing that they would have to pass her and her men. “And boys…” ‘Taker waited until Test and Albert turned to face him.   “Every deed you do will be returned to you tenfold.”
    The seas parted, and Matt helped Lita up the ramp. Matt cast an unsure glance at Undertaker as they walked by. ‘Taker muttered something under his breath, and Lita smiled at him slightly. They walked back to the locker room she shared with Chyna and the Kat, both of whom had gone home. Matt told Lita to lie down on the cot, and he’d get her a cloth and some ice.
    “Hey… flip on the monitor. I want to see how they’re doing.”
    Matt eagerly complied, hoping that his brother and the Undertaker were fairing well against the bitch and her boys. Turns out they were doing better than that… they were cleaning house. He turned back to Lita, wiping her forehead with the cloth, gazing deeply into her eyes. He’d never noticed that smoky color to them, or her full, pouty lips. Matt felt himself overwhelmed with the need to kiss those lips, to feel her tongue glide against his, to taste her.
    Lita saw Matt’s eyes darken, his expression soften. “What is it, Matt?”
    Matt pulled a stray lock of hair from near her mouth and gently pressed his lips to hers. He only intended to kiss her, light and quick, then leave before she could throw him out. But as soon as he heard her muffled cry of surprise fade into a soft groan, he was lost. He gently stroked her lips with his tongue, an invitation Lita willingly accepted. He drew her tongue into his mouth, sucking on it gently, encouraged by the soft sounds coming from her throat. Matt pulled away slowly, watching her breathing slowly come back to normal as she gazed at him. He smiled softly, but her expression didn’t change. It was then he realized that she wasn’t looking at him… she was looking behind him, at the monitor. Jeff and ‘Taker had finished punishing T & A, and the cameras were following the Undertaker through the corridors of the arena.
    Lita sat up fast, eyes casing the room. “Shit, Matt. He’s coming in here. Hide.” She gave him a shove toward one of the corner benches. “Go! He’s almost here.”
    Before Matt got a chance to ask why ‘Taker would come into a women’s locker room, the door cracked open and the man himself entered. “Lita.” In two steps, the Undertaker was at her side, her hand in his. “How do you feel?”
    Lita smiled up at him, purring softly. “I’m feeling just fine, Mark. In fact…” She reached up, pulling his lips to hers. “I’m feeling better than fine.” Mark growled low in his throat, kissing her with such passion it made the room spin about her.
    So that’s why he came out to defend her, Matt thought. They’re together. But then why did she respond to him? She didn’t hit her head that hard. He shifted, and his head hit the bench above him. He froze, hoping to hell ‘Taker didn’t hear him. The groans from across the small room assured him of that fact.
    “Mmmm… Mark…. We really shouldn’t do this here.”
    “Afraid of the cameras, darlin’? No one’s coming…” ‘Taker trailed his nails along Lita’s spine. Her body arched, twitching in response. ‘Taker laughed. “Well… maybe you.” His eyes grew dark and serious as he leaned heavily over his prey, his arms on either side of her, leaning close to her ear, whispering. “But I think you’d like that.”
    Matt watched in a stunned silence as ‘Taker lifted Lita from the cot and placed her on the floor, settling himself above her. He bit his lip to keep from laughing… they look like horny teenagers. But as the two on the floor began kissing again, Matt stopped smiling. He was a mere six feet from where they lay, and there was nowhere to go. One glance to the right, and not even Jeff would be able to save him. Just tune it out and wait for them to leave. Then run like hell. Matt closed his eyes, and started singing in his head, hoping that would be enough to drown out the sounds of pleasure coming from across the small room. He only opened them when she said his name. I must of heard that wrong. Get it together, Matthew! She’s with Mark. Get over the girl, or you’re the breakfast of the big dog in the yard. Wait… that is my name…
    “Mmmm… yes, Matt, yes…” Mark stilled, his blood running cold. The first time, he let it go. Hell… anyone is entitled a mistake in the name of passion. But twice? They’d been together too long, worked too hard for him to believe she was innocent twice.
    “Mark? Don’t stop… please….” Lita opened her eyes, wondering what delightful torture he had in mind this time. The look on his face stopped her cold. “Mark? What is it? What’s wrong?”
    Mark abruptly stood and began dressing without explanation. Lita snuck a glance at Matt before she realized that ‘Taker might follow her eyes and see him. Matt stiffened, then trembled slightly.
    “Mark…” Mark finished buttoning his vest, then lifted Lita to her feet. He stared directly into her eyes, growling softly in his throat. Lita bit her bottom lip, then looked away.
    “Look at me, Lita.” His voice was soft, and dangerously low.
    “Mark, please…”
    “Look at me.” Slowly, Lita turned her head back to look into his seemingly bottomless steel green eyes. He held her jaw and her gaze for a few moments. Then he gently released his grip and retrieved her tank top from the floor, handing it back to her. “Give Matt a message for me. Tell him he’s about to find out that I own him.” With that, he sauntered casually out the door, letting it fall behind him with a soft click.
    As soon as he head the door close, Matt crawled out from the bench and stood. His eyes swept Lita’s nude frame for a few seconds as she began to redress, seemingly unaware of his gaze. The silence was deafening. “Lita…”
    “You heard him, Matt.” She didn’t even turn to face him. “For your sake, I’d get the hell out of here.”

To Be Continued...

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