Abduction
3 part Series
Author: PaulenaK ~ toukalah2003@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
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Part 1
**
"Will
you get off my foot," The first man ordered shoving at the man by his
side.
"Gee, sorrrrrry." The second man replied as they both
scuffled back and forth in the shadows of the arena car park. "Are you
sure this is the only way?"
"After
tonight I'm positive." The first man answered without a second thought.
"You've seen the way they look at us." His eyes glazed over for a
minute as he conjured her face in his minds eye. The confusion tinged with fear
he had seen in her eyes and then the way she had purposely avoided him
backstage, the way 'They' had avoided both him and his friend. 'Yes,' He
thought, 'This was indeed the only way.'
"But
kidnapping?" The other man continued.
The first
man cringed.
"It's
not so much kidnapping... you can’t kidnap your own wife."
"Ahh, news flash, she's not your wife."
"Not
yet she isn't, but she will be. Now shut up the hell up! They're
coming."
**
"Lita,
open this door!"
"No!"
"You’re
being a baby!"
"So!"
"I, for
one think you should at least thank him!"
"For what?"
"For saving you."
The sound of
something hitting the closed door Trish leaned against drew her up with a
start.
"For Pete’s sake, Lita! I was joking!"
The door
flew open and a very determined red head stared back at her.
"I will
say thank you when you say thank you."
Trish pffft!
"Yeah,
like that's going to happen."
Lita cocked
her brow and folded her arms across her chest.
"Not so
nice is it when the shoes on the other foot."
"If I
thought
"You
don’t know that for sure."
"No, I
don’t." Trish agreed. "But I do know how much of an ass
"Well,
at least on that account we agree." Lita giggled, threading her arm
through Trish's as they walked down the hallway towards the car park.
"What
do you say to lots of chocolate and a chick flick?"
"I say
we got one hell of a good night ahead of us." Lita grinned bringing her
purse up onto the hood of the car as she searched for the keys. "Anyway,
the attentions of the ‘Fab Duo’ will shift soon
enough, it's not like they're lacking in female company." She heard Trish
shuffle on the other side of the car and then the sound of her bag hitting the
asphalt. "Ah, there they are." She said clutching the set of keys
that just had to be at the bottom of her purse. "Have I finally succeeded
in silencing you already?" Lita asked finally looking up from her purse.
"Trish? Tris-" A strong hand cut off her
words as it covered her mouth and drugging fumes permeated her senses... then all went black.
**
"What
do you think? Should we keep them in the same room?"
Christian
didn't even bother with a response as he walked to the second bedroom and lay
Lita down on the bed.
"Okay,
separate rooms it is then."
"They
are going to be so pissed when they wake." Christian said when
"Trish,
maybe... Lita, definitely,"
"Nope, you?"
"Well
my good looks and charm haven’t worked so far, I'm guessing
I'm going to
have to pull out the big guns."
Christian
lifted his beer to his mouth.
"So,
you’re going to beg?" He said before tilting the bottle to take a drink.
"Yep,"
Christian
just nodded in understanding, after all his friend had been waiting a week for
Trish to acknowledge his presence that was a whole week longer then he, himself
had been waiting for Lita to acknowledge his. He took another drink of his
beer.
"Smart
move,"
"Thanks."
They both
finished there beer and stood up and faced one another.
"Remember,
we don’t leave those rooms until we get what we want."
"You
got everything you need?"
"You?"
Christian
pulled a silver chain out from underneath his t-shirt and dangled it in front
of
"Yep."
"Right
then," They both turned towards the bedroom doors. "Let's go wake
them up."
**
Part 2
**
'God, why can’t you be real!'
She
stretched languidly on the bed fighting the grip of a wake ness that had her in
its clutches forcing her to admit that the faceless man that came to her every
night was a dream.
Only when
the man receded into the back recesses of her mind did she attempt to open her
eyes. Rolling onto her side she expected to see the sun's rays streaming in
through the big windows that took up one whole wall of the hotel room she
shared with Lita. Instead, she saw 'Him' and everything leading up to her and Lita walking through the arena car park came rushing
back to her.
"You!"
"Hey,"
He reached out to brush her hair back away from her face as it fell forward.
Something he had done more than a dozen times since he'd entered the room, only
to pull his hand back as she shied away from him, inching her way up the bed
until her back was flush up against the headboard.
"Where's
Lita?"
"She's
in the next room, Christian's in there waiting for her to wake up."
"She's
okay?"
"She's
fine."
Her gaze
moved from him to the door then back again almost as if she were
judging the distance and any minute now she would bolt off the bed to make a
run for it.
"I know
what you’re thinking," He began, "and I can explain everything... I
promise."
"How do
you know what I'm thinking?"
"Huh?"
He saw her chin stick out stubbornly in a way that looked utterly adorable.
"You
said you knew what I was thinking. Are you claiming to know the workings of the
female mind?"
'Now he
hadn't expected that.' He thought as he tossed around ideas of how best to
broach the subject that was weighing heavily on his mind. Should he just come
right out and say it? Or should he sprout off his long list of virtues and very
short list of debaucheries?
"Waiting
for an answer here,"
He looked up
at her then and noticed a lot of the fear and tension had left her and she now
sat with her arms folded across her chest...
His eyes
lingered.
"Oh for god's sake!" She exclaimed getting up off the bed
and striding purposely towards the door. She didn't get far.
"Marry
me."
"What?"
"M...
marry me?"
"Are
you asking me or my chest?"
His eyes
flew up to meet hers, his cheeks flaming.
"I...
I..."
She cut him
off with a wave of her hand.
"Aw,
every other man I know looks at them, why should you
be different."
"But
that's just it, I am different."
She laughed.
"You
just spent the last few minutes staring you jackass!"
He smiled at
her usage of his explicative.
"Yes,
but what I'm thinking when I stare is different to what every other man you
know is thinking when they stare... or are you claiming to know the workings of
a man's mind."
She quirked
her eyebrow at him and smiled.
"Touché."
She walked
back towards the bed and sat down, patting the spot beside her.
"So you
want to talk marriage, hey?"
Hope flared
in his eyes and immediately he was at her side.
"Trish,
I think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met-"
"Woah, woah, woah..."
She held up her hands to still his praise before she found herself swept away
by his words. "I maybe blonde,
"I have
never thought of you as ditzy." He said in all honesty. The look she gave
him spoke of her scepticism. "Well, okay...
there was maybe that one time-"
"Yeah,
well, let’s not dredge up the past okay?" She cut in leaning forward to
tap his knee.
"Okay."
He readily agreed thinking about his own shady past. "Trish, I love
you."
"Oh,
please!"
"I
do!" He insisted. "Why do you think I came out there last week when
Victoria and pink boy were double teaming you?"
"Maybe
because
"You
think I'd stoop that low?"
"I've
seen you stoop lower."
"When?"
"Stephanie."
"Oh."
He saw her
smile and that only frustrated him more. No woman had ever, eeeever
been this reluctant toward him before. He was, after all a man of renowned
looks. Not that he was vain about his appearance - Well, not overly so. How the
hell was he going to make her see that he was sincere?
"But I
wasn't in love with her." He said as if that made all the difference.
"And
your not in love with me-" Thats
as far as she got because in the next instant his lips were on hers. His tongue
pushed its way between her lips to spar with hers while his hand crept up her
back to play within the strands of her blonde hair. He felt her hands push
against his chest and brought his free hand up between there bodies to capture
both of hers, bringing them up over her head as his body pushed hers back
against the bed. He lifted his head to hover inches above hers.
"Trish,
I love you."
"Okay,
say I believe you, what then?"
"Well,
how do you feel about me?"
"Hmmm...
Well, right now I guess about 230 pounds."
His brow
furrowed and then unfurrowed just as quickly as he realised he was still lying on top of her.
"Sorry."
He apologised moving off of her a little, but still
keeping her pinned to the bed with his thigh over hers
and his hand still holding both of hers above her head. His eyes roved
appreciatively over her body and he smiled cheekily. "I have to admit I
like this position."
"Look,
Chris, this will never work-"
"Wrong
answer," He cut her off, bending his head to skim his lips over her collar
bone.
"Y...
you can’t love me..." Her eyes fluttered shut.
"Why not?" His lips moved lower.
"Because
you’re an a... ass."
He chuckled.
"Not a
valid enough answer."
"Why me?" She whispered brokenly, an animalistic groan passed through her
lips as his tongue skimmed the opening of her shirt that dipped between her
breasts.
"Because
I've been in love with you longer then I've been a heel, because you’re
everything I want in a woman and I don’t want to miss another chance to be with
you."
His lips had
stopped there exploration of her skin and she opened her eyes to meet his gaze.
"Another chance?"
He rolled
away from her and lay on his back to focus on the ceiling.
"I
wanted to ask you out a while ago," He admitted.
"Why
didn't you?"
"You
said yes to Jeff."
"I
said... but... Jeff... that was-"
"Over a
year ago, I know, I'm pathetic."
"You
had feelings for me back then?"
"No."
She pouted.
He smiled.
"I
didn't just have feelings for you Trish, what I felt for you back then and what
I feel for you now far surpass the can't eat, can't sleep deal." He got up
on one elbow and stared down at her. "It's the whole sitting on a porch
when were old thing. This is real."
"Then...
you really do love me?"
He nodded.
"I
really do love you."
"And
you really want to marry me?"
"I
don’t know about the marriage thing anymore, a man can only take so much-"
"Oh you!" She pushed at him, her hand going to her mouth as she saw him
slip over the edge of the bed, hearing his muffled oath as he hit the floor.
She smiled
as she poked her head over the side.
"Sorry,"
She grinned and offered him a hand up. "Sometimes I don’t know my own
strength."
"What a
coincidence," He replied latching tightly onto her hand. "I have the
same problem." He smiled and pulled, laughing as she tumbled over the edge
into his waiting arms.
The sound of
something hitting and smashing against the wall in the next room had both there
heads coming up with a snap.
Chris raised
his brow but Trish merely smiled bringing his head back down to hers.
"Don't
worry bout it, it's only Lita."
**
Part 3
**
'She felt
like shit!'
Her head
throbbed and the whole left side of her body wouldn't work for some reason. She
tried to turn her head and groaned as her head hit something that seemed to be
weighing on her left shoulder. She opened groggy eyes
and saw a spiky thatch of blonde hair she lifted her head a little and saw a
body attached to the spiky blonde head, a muscled arm laid across her abdomen
and a long leg stretched out across both of hers. No wonder she couldn't feel
anything!
She brought
her right hand up and used it as a lever forcing the spiky blonde head up so
she could manoeuvre her left arm out and then slowly
inched herself up until her back was to the headboard and her knee's were up
against her chest.
Her eyes
widened as they fell on the face of the spiky blonde head.
'Why the rotten, lowlife, no-good son of a bitch!' Her mind screamed before she placed
her feet into his chest and pushed. He landed with a heavy thump and his
muffled cry of pain brought a satisfied smile to her face.
She waited
with a raised brow as the top of his head poked up over the edge of the bed,
his eyes almost fearful as they gazed back into hers.
"Hi,"
He smiled half heartedly and lifted his hand in a little wave then ducked as
the clock that sat on the bedside table came flying at
him.
"Where
the hell am I?"
"Ah... Chris's cabin." He said trying to get to his feet,
failing miserably as his foot came into contact with the end of the bed.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" He cried hopping around on one leg.
"Look
out!" She said moving forward on the bed, but too late.
Christian
hopped backwards into an arm chair that sat against one wall and toppled over
it. She laughed at his legs which was all she could see sticking up from the
other side of the armchair. She got up from the bed and walked around to where
he lay. "Are you okay?"
"Sure,"
He mumbled reaching up to rub at his neck. "Just
peachy."
She couldn't
help the giggles that rose up inside her as she watched him right himself but
as the reality of how she came to be asleep on the same bed as him filled her
mind, her amusement soon turned back to anger.
"Where's
Trish?"
He swallowed
as he watched the emotions pass over her face.
"She's
okay, s...she's next door with
"With
He nodded.
"Well,
I can think of two reasons why you two CLB's would go
to such extreme's to get Trish and I alone."
Christian
highly doubted that, but he'd play along.
"And
they would be?"
"A way to get at
"Wrong!"
Christian grinned waggling his finger up in front of her.
"That's
not why we did this at all."
"Isn't
it?"
"No."
He smirked and folded his arms across his chest.
"Well,
enlighten me then."
"I
will."
"Okay."
"Okay."
She tapped
her foot.
She tapped
her foot some more.
"Waiting
here,"
Christian
swallowed.
"I
know, I know, sheesh, show a little patience will you."
Lita pffft!
"If I
show anymore patience I'd be asleep again."
"I'm
fine with that," He readily agreed. "It was easier saying this to you
while you were sleeping."
She cocked
her eyebrow as she saw how difficult this actually was for him.
"What
is it?"
"Lita,"
He said as he started to pace the floor space in front of the bed. "I'm
young, I'm fit, I'm tolerably handsome... at least people say I'm tolerably
handsome, I have a good job, although you know that already seeing as you work
in the same company as I do but that's beside the point, the fact is I can
support you just as well as anyone else can... especially a Hardy and I am
willing too, if you'll have me."
"If I'll have... huh?"
"Jesus woman!" He exploded with raised hands. "I just bared my
soul to you and all you can say is huh?"
"You
call that baring your soul?"
"Gee,
Lita, give me a break will you? I've never done this before and my nerves have
doubled now that you’re awake."
Lita
chuckled. 'He sure was cute when he was all flustered.' She thought running her
finger along the bedspread.
"Fine,
this is me cutting you a break, okay?"
"Okay."
He replied settling himself on the end of the bed.
"Okay.
Now correct me if I'm way off line here but I reckon
what you are trying to say is you like me."
"Yes!
Yes! That's exactly what I'm trying to say!"
"And
that you want to date me."
"Yes!"
He bounced excitedly causing the bed to shift underneath her.
"Now
here's my question to you. Why? You've known me for a while,
you know I'm not an easy lay."
"Because
I want more, the whole package, I want to be you’re only lay from here on
out."
"I
see," She seemed to be mulling over what he'd just told her and he waited
patiently, practically seeing the wheels in her head turn.
"And if
I don’t want what you want?"
He shrugged.
"Then
I'll take a stab at the easy lay." He laughed when she started hitting out
at him and he caught her arms and pulled till she was against his chest. "My, my, Lita, the language! Do you kiss your mother
with that mouth?"
"You
pig!"
"Be
truthful, Lita, you want me. You and I both know you'd follow me to the ends of
the earth."
"I
wouldn't follow you to the end of the corridor."
He smiled,
she was so quick to retort and he’d never known a woman so sharp of wit and he
adored that part of her personality.
"Lita,
Lita, Lita..." He kissed the tip of her nose and a knowing smile spread
across his face when he heard her gasp. "When are you going to admit that
you like me?"
"When
you stop pussy footing around and admit what you really feel for me." She
countered pushing away from him to scamper across the bed.
It was his
turn to be confused.
"Huh?"
She sighed
and moved across the bed till she was in front of him again.
"How do
you 'really' feel about me?"
She heard
him whisper her name and saw his head moving closer to hers and she stilled his
efforts by cupping his cheeks with her hands.
"How do
you feel?" She repeated.
"I love
you, Lita."
She smiled.
"You
do?"
He smiled.
"I
do."
"Truly?"
He nodded
and wrapped his arms around her, groaning as he felt her breasts press up
against his chest.
"Very truly."
She mirrored
his actions of before and kissed the tip of his nose.
"You,
Christian, totally reek of awesomeness."
"And
you, Lita," He moved back so he could pull out the chain that dangled from
his neck. "Hold the key to my heart."
Lita gasped
as she saw the tiny locket that hung from the chain and her eyes grew wide in realisation. She pulled up her sleeve and he saw the tiny
key attached to the charm bracelet he had brought her for Christmas and
secretly stowed away in her bags while no one was looking. "You were my
secret admirer?"
"No."
"Oh."
"I
still am your secret admirer, just it's not such a
secret anymore."
She fought
back her tears as she unhooked the tiny gold key and unlocked the locket at the
end of the chain he wore around his neck.
Inside was
the picture Jeff had taken ages ago of her, Christian and
Edge, 'At
least Edge had been in the original picture' she giggled.
In the
picture she was smiling as she stared at the camera and
Christian
was smiling too, only his eyes were on her and his expression was that of a man
in love.
"Oh,
Christian," She whispered lifting her eyes back to his. "I love you,
too."
**
End
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