Fic: Finding My Place (34/100, Lita/Jericho, PG-13)
Title: Finding My Place
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not.
Rating: anywhere from G to R depending.
Pairings/Characters: Lita/Jericho
Spoilers: No.
Series Summary: Life was an attempt to find her place.
Prompt: 91 - Lies ;; Full Table
Word Count: 1,513
Notes: This one is a companion to 15 & 21 but unrelated to anything else in the set.
Warnings: for light innuendo
Briefly, Lita considers the prospect of hiding out in the bathroom until he leaves. Of course, that only works on the premise that this is her hotel room. And the redhead is not entirely certain of that fact. She thinks this is her hotel room, as evidenced by the make-up case on the counter, but the only way she can be certain is if someone calls and asks for her...
Even if this isn't her hotel room, she's not about to take chances right now. Not wanting to own up to her half of their shared stupidity. Not yet, anyway. And maybe, if she waits long enough, he'll find his clothes and leave.
And then they can pretend that this never happened.
Even in her head, it sounds utterly and completely ridiculous, punctuated with a sing-song voice calling her a liar.
Maybe she can just try to avoid him for awhile... not an entirely logical (or mature) option, but more doable than others.
Because this is just ridiculous, the fact that she's hiding in the bathroom of her own hotel room. Trying to avoid her one-night stand... who's far more than a one night stand, hence the nervousness and the headache that have nothing to do with her foolishness or her hangover.
Sighing heavily, Lita leans against the bathtub, deciding to take one more peek into the main area of the hotel room to see if he's left yet. Hopefully he has, so she can at least mope in solitude.
No such luck, because he's approaching the bathroom, partially dressed in his boxers, blond hair still disheveled.
“Red, I know you're in there. Can we talk about this?”
“There's really not much to say, is there? We both got wasted, we slept together and now you're going to leave. End of story. Discussion over.”
“... No. I'm not going to leave until we talk about this, face to face.”
“...do we really need to do this? It was a mistake that ruined our friendship. That's really all there is to it.”
“Why does it have to ruin our friendship?”
“Because that's what a one-night stand does. It ruins things.”
“It doesn't have to be that way.”
“Are you actually suggesting that we not ignore what happened? Can you honestly say that you can face me after this?”
She can hear him sigh and Lita wonders if he's sitting exactly opposite her, only the bathroom door separating them right now.
“You want the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Then open the door, so we can talk about this.”
“... I'm only wearing a bed-sheet.”
“So? What else do you have to hide?”
“You're not helping.”
“Tell you what, since my clothes are closest to the bathroom, I'll get you my t-shirt. You can wear that, all right?”
“... fine.” Exhaling a resolving breath, she stands, opening the door enough for her to stick her hand out; the t-shirt handed over to her. Quickly she yanks that over her head, some of her nerves almost immediately calmed by the familiar smell. The t-shirt comes down to her mid-thigh so, paired with the bed-sheet, she's covered as she exits... the blond man quickly taking her place in the bathroom.
Lita uses that small window of time to track down a clean pair of underwear (and confirming her previous suspicions that this is her hotel room) and her sleeping shorts. The t-shirt stays, the diva nervously twisting strands of hair around her index finger.
She's fairly certain that this is going to destroy their friendship. Even if she can't fully remember, she remembers enough. Still, why couldn't they have done something equally stupid involving copious amounts of alcohol and nudity... like streaking or skinny dipping in the hotel pool. Sure, it was still stupid and it still involved them... just not nearly as much physical contact.
Briefly, Lita wonders if he's decided to hide in the bathroom, when she can just hear the running water. Knowing it's not from the shower, but from the sink. The redhead then can't help but wonder if he's hijacked her toothbrush. He's done that before and really, she can't do much to stop him from doing it again.
“Hope you don't mind,” he begins as he exits the bathroom, “but I used your toothbrush.”
“And one of my hair-ties,” Lita notices, his shoulder length blond locks reigned in for now. “But, that's okay.. I'll just keep your t-shirt and we'll call it even.”
He shrugs as he sits down on the bed with her, “you should probably just start keeping a toothbrush just for me.”
She rolls her eyes, fiddling with the hem of the t-shirt, “I could, but that doesn't mean that I will.”
“So, what were you saying before about this ruining our friendship?”
Lita chews on her lower lip, fingers still twisting in the worn cotton t-shirt, “one-night stands ruin things. It's just a given. Things get awkward and--”
“Things get awkward because people let them get awkward,” he interrupts her, a finger hooking beneath her chin, blue eyes imploring. “Li.. talk to me.”
“... what do you want me to say?” Reaching up one hand to remove his from her face, she looks away. “That it was a mistake and that I regret what happened?” Shaking her head, Lita presses her palms flat against the bed, as if she's bracing herself... when really she's just getting ready to move.
Suddenly the redhead wants to put some distance between them before she says or does something that she'll really regret.
But, he's not about to make this easy on her, grasping her wrist and tugging her gently towards him, bringing her back to his chest.
At least this way, if they're going to continue this discussion, she won't have to look him in the face. Not that this makes things any easier, because now he's got one arm wrapped around her waist, his chin near her shoulder.
“Is there something about me that disgusts you or are you just too ashamed of what happened?”
“... No.” Pressing her lips together, Lita at least comes to some sort of realization. “Can we just agree to pretend that this never happened? Go back to being friends and--”
“No.” He's moving some of her hair out of the way, mouth to the back of her neck. “I don't know why you seem so convinced that this has to change everything... or that it ruins things. Given how much the two of us drink when we're together? Matter of time, don't you think?”
“That still doesn't make it right.”
“What isn't right is that we can't remember what happened... or at least that's what I think.”
Lita agrees whole heartedly, but she doesn't voice her opinion.
“And I mean no offense, but you'd have to be an idiot to not realize that I care about you, that I have feelings for you. I know you aren't an idiot, far from it.. you're beautiful and sexy and funny... but if you want to just forget about this, then fine. You can forget about it, but that doesn't mean that I will.”
“I want to forget but that doesn't mean that I can... every time I see you, I'm going to think about this--”
“Picturing me naked? Why is that such a bad thing?”
“Chris...” Lita elbows him in the stomach, not too harshly but enough.
“You know, that's the first time you've actually said my name.” A beat passed, “since last night.”
The diva exhales sharply, turning as best she can to glare at him, “just how drunk were you?”
He kisses the tip of her nose in a placating gesture, “I remember somethings, okay? I would never take advantage of you, Li. You know that.”
She makes a face, knows he's right. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like I was accusing you... it's just, I don't stuff like this. I'm not trying to say that you do either but I just.. you mean a lot to me and I don't want to screw up our friendship and--” Hazel eyes hesitantly meet blue, “... so? What do we do?”
Chris shrugs ever so slightly, “well, the way I see it, we could do one of two things. One, which for the record, is a very bad idea... we ignore this, pretend like it never happened. Or two, you go out to dinner with me and maybe we'll go see a movie afterwards.”
He wiggles his eyebrows, a decidedly lecherous glint in his eyes, “and there's the third option where we don't leave this hotel room and make up for last night.”
This time she hits him on the arm, none too gently, “lets start with dinner tonight and then go from there.”
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not.
Rating: anywhere from G to R depending.
Pairings/Characters: Lita/Jericho
Spoilers: No.
Series Summary: Life was an attempt to find her place.
Prompt: 91 - Lies ;; Full Table
Word Count: 1,513
Notes: This one is a companion to 15 & 21 but unrelated to anything else in the set.
Warnings: for light innuendo
Briefly, Lita considers the prospect of hiding out in the bathroom until he leaves. Of course, that only works on the premise that this is her hotel room. And the redhead is not entirely certain of that fact. She thinks this is her hotel room, as evidenced by the make-up case on the counter, but the only way she can be certain is if someone calls and asks for her...
Even if this isn't her hotel room, she's not about to take chances right now. Not wanting to own up to her half of their shared stupidity. Not yet, anyway. And maybe, if she waits long enough, he'll find his clothes and leave.
And then they can pretend that this never happened.
Even in her head, it sounds utterly and completely ridiculous, punctuated with a sing-song voice calling her a liar.
Maybe she can just try to avoid him for awhile... not an entirely logical (or mature) option, but more doable than others.
Because this is just ridiculous, the fact that she's hiding in the bathroom of her own hotel room. Trying to avoid her one-night stand... who's far more than a one night stand, hence the nervousness and the headache that have nothing to do with her foolishness or her hangover.
Sighing heavily, Lita leans against the bathtub, deciding to take one more peek into the main area of the hotel room to see if he's left yet. Hopefully he has, so she can at least mope in solitude.
No such luck, because he's approaching the bathroom, partially dressed in his boxers, blond hair still disheveled.
“Red, I know you're in there. Can we talk about this?”
“There's really not much to say, is there? We both got wasted, we slept together and now you're going to leave. End of story. Discussion over.”
“... No. I'm not going to leave until we talk about this, face to face.”
“...do we really need to do this? It was a mistake that ruined our friendship. That's really all there is to it.”
“Why does it have to ruin our friendship?”
“Because that's what a one-night stand does. It ruins things.”
“It doesn't have to be that way.”
“Are you actually suggesting that we not ignore what happened? Can you honestly say that you can face me after this?”
She can hear him sigh and Lita wonders if he's sitting exactly opposite her, only the bathroom door separating them right now.
“You want the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Then open the door, so we can talk about this.”
“... I'm only wearing a bed-sheet.”
“So? What else do you have to hide?”
“You're not helping.”
“Tell you what, since my clothes are closest to the bathroom, I'll get you my t-shirt. You can wear that, all right?”
“... fine.” Exhaling a resolving breath, she stands, opening the door enough for her to stick her hand out; the t-shirt handed over to her. Quickly she yanks that over her head, some of her nerves almost immediately calmed by the familiar smell. The t-shirt comes down to her mid-thigh so, paired with the bed-sheet, she's covered as she exits... the blond man quickly taking her place in the bathroom.
Lita uses that small window of time to track down a clean pair of underwear (and confirming her previous suspicions that this is her hotel room) and her sleeping shorts. The t-shirt stays, the diva nervously twisting strands of hair around her index finger.
She's fairly certain that this is going to destroy their friendship. Even if she can't fully remember, she remembers enough. Still, why couldn't they have done something equally stupid involving copious amounts of alcohol and nudity... like streaking or skinny dipping in the hotel pool. Sure, it was still stupid and it still involved them... just not nearly as much physical contact.
Briefly, Lita wonders if he's decided to hide in the bathroom, when she can just hear the running water. Knowing it's not from the shower, but from the sink. The redhead then can't help but wonder if he's hijacked her toothbrush. He's done that before and really, she can't do much to stop him from doing it again.
“Hope you don't mind,” he begins as he exits the bathroom, “but I used your toothbrush.”
“And one of my hair-ties,” Lita notices, his shoulder length blond locks reigned in for now. “But, that's okay.. I'll just keep your t-shirt and we'll call it even.”
He shrugs as he sits down on the bed with her, “you should probably just start keeping a toothbrush just for me.”
She rolls her eyes, fiddling with the hem of the t-shirt, “I could, but that doesn't mean that I will.”
“So, what were you saying before about this ruining our friendship?”
Lita chews on her lower lip, fingers still twisting in the worn cotton t-shirt, “one-night stands ruin things. It's just a given. Things get awkward and--”
“Things get awkward because people let them get awkward,” he interrupts her, a finger hooking beneath her chin, blue eyes imploring. “Li.. talk to me.”
“... what do you want me to say?” Reaching up one hand to remove his from her face, she looks away. “That it was a mistake and that I regret what happened?” Shaking her head, Lita presses her palms flat against the bed, as if she's bracing herself... when really she's just getting ready to move.
Suddenly the redhead wants to put some distance between them before she says or does something that she'll really regret.
But, he's not about to make this easy on her, grasping her wrist and tugging her gently towards him, bringing her back to his chest.
At least this way, if they're going to continue this discussion, she won't have to look him in the face. Not that this makes things any easier, because now he's got one arm wrapped around her waist, his chin near her shoulder.
“Is there something about me that disgusts you or are you just too ashamed of what happened?”
“... No.” Pressing her lips together, Lita at least comes to some sort of realization. “Can we just agree to pretend that this never happened? Go back to being friends and--”
“No.” He's moving some of her hair out of the way, mouth to the back of her neck. “I don't know why you seem so convinced that this has to change everything... or that it ruins things. Given how much the two of us drink when we're together? Matter of time, don't you think?”
“That still doesn't make it right.”
“What isn't right is that we can't remember what happened... or at least that's what I think.”
Lita agrees whole heartedly, but she doesn't voice her opinion.
“And I mean no offense, but you'd have to be an idiot to not realize that I care about you, that I have feelings for you. I know you aren't an idiot, far from it.. you're beautiful and sexy and funny... but if you want to just forget about this, then fine. You can forget about it, but that doesn't mean that I will.”
“I want to forget but that doesn't mean that I can... every time I see you, I'm going to think about this--”
“Picturing me naked? Why is that such a bad thing?”
“Chris...” Lita elbows him in the stomach, not too harshly but enough.
“You know, that's the first time you've actually said my name.” A beat passed, “since last night.”
The diva exhales sharply, turning as best she can to glare at him, “just how drunk were you?”
He kisses the tip of her nose in a placating gesture, “I remember somethings, okay? I would never take advantage of you, Li. You know that.”
She makes a face, knows he's right. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like I was accusing you... it's just, I don't stuff like this. I'm not trying to say that you do either but I just.. you mean a lot to me and I don't want to screw up our friendship and--” Hazel eyes hesitantly meet blue, “... so? What do we do?”
Chris shrugs ever so slightly, “well, the way I see it, we could do one of two things. One, which for the record, is a very bad idea... we ignore this, pretend like it never happened. Or two, you go out to dinner with me and maybe we'll go see a movie afterwards.”
He wiggles his eyebrows, a decidedly lecherous glint in his eyes, “and there's the third option where we don't leave this hotel room and make up for last night.”
This time she hits him on the arm, none too gently, “lets start with dinner tonight and then go from there.”