"Are you...are you okay?" the redhead asked, concern etched on her lovely face.  "I saw what Austin did to you and the other guys out there before...Are you all right?"

Edge blinked, taken completely aback.  First of all, this woman had just been ganged up on and attacked by two large men and a woman only moments ago, and she was worrying about him?  And secondly, this was Lita - she was showing concern toward him?  For him?

The diva reached out and put one hand on his upper arm as she continued to look at him.  God, but she was really beautiful...

Finally, Edge found his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine.  My head's a little sore, but I'm okay..."  He continued to stare at her for a beat, his green eyes concerned as well as he thought of what she had endured out in the ring.  If Faarooq and Bradshaw hadn't gone out there... He didn't want to think about how much trouble she'd have been in, or what might have happened.

"How are you, Lita?" he asked, reaching down and grasping her arm, which still gripped his left one.

"I'm okay," she reassured him.  "It'll take a lot more than a stupid little scheme like that for that bitch to get me."

"I knew those three had something planned for you!"

"You what?"  The Women's champion now eyed him warily, and she yanked her arm out of his grip, edging back a little.

The tall Canadian noticed the mistrust on her face and in her movements.  "No, Lita - it's not what you think," he said, putting his hands up.  "Christian and I sort of had a fight earlier, so I went to T&A's locker room to hang out for awhile."

She cocked her head a bit as she looked into his eyes, appearing as though her guard were still up a little - but Edge was glad that she was no longer backing away from him.

"They were saying stuff about being prepared for something during Trish's match," he continued.  "I even asked what they were talking about, but Test wouldn't tell me...all he did say was that they had 'business to attend to.'"

Lita's hazel eyes narrowed with anger.  "Why, those...crumbs!"  She didn't know why on earth she'd chosen that word - it was too nice a word to describe the likes of Test, Albert and Trish Stratus.  She looked back up at Edge, and her expression softened.

Lita couldn't believe the way her body was responding to the mere sight of this man.  It was odd - only yesterday, she'd positively despised him.  But now... Well, now was different.

"That was so rotten of Austin, to hit you guys like that," she said softly, completely changing the subject.  "And you never did a thing to him."

Edge didn't fail to notice how she suddenly inched closer to him, closing that gap she'd created when she'd backed away suspiciously.  He held his breath as she moved closer still, her hand moving toward him.  He was positively in shock, his eyes fixed on the sight of her right hand as she placed her delicate fingers against his cheek.

"I felt so terrible when I witnessed that," Lita said softly.  "And I vowed I was going to make sure you were all right..."

The redhead moved a bit more, and by now, she was dangerously close to Edge, and his eyes widened in shock as she suddenly placed her hand on the other side of his face and pulled his head down to hers for a kiss.

He found himself kissing her back, his tongue darting out in an instant, exploring the velvet moistness of her hot mouth, and he let out a groan.

What was going on?  The blond Canadian suddenly pulled away from the temptress of a redhead, his eyes widened in shock, his breathing heavy.

"Lita?"  He spoke her name in a question.

The redhead ducked her head as a feeling the combination of disappointment and embarrassment overcame her.  "I'm sorry, Edge...I just...Well, after last night, and then this morning..."  She looked back up to meet his beautiful emerald eyes and sighed.  "Well, I just couldn't get you out of my mind," she blurted.  "I...God, I'm sorry.  After I rejected you this morning, you must think I'm horrible."

She turned around to leave, and the blond man stared at her in shock, unable to believe what he'd just heard her say.  After a second or two, he recollected himself and reached out for her arm, causing her to turn back to face him again...

...And she turned around - right into a kiss.

Edge held onto the redhead tightly, his arms wrapped securely around her slender waist as he explored her lips with his own, his tongue meeting hers.  God... He couldn't believe this - it felt unreal, like a dream.  He only hoped he wouldn't feel a pinch and wake up to discover that was all it was...

After a moment, when he lifted his head from hers, they gazed into one another's eyes, and the redhead looked up at him almost shyly, uncertainly.  He wondered if the same thoughts were going through her mind that were going through his.

"Do me a favor?" he said softly.

"What?"

"Pinch me," Edge said, and Lita smiled, a girlish little laugh following.  She actually did exactly that, and it was then that he realized he was wide awake, and not dreaming.

Lita bit her lip as she gazed up into his eyes.  "About your request from this morning..." she began.

He eyed her expectantly, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

"...I would love to give us a shot."

The Canadian's handsome face lit up with a huge, toothy grin, and he pulled the Women's champion against him in a big hug.

He couldn't believe it - what had started out as a rotten day and an even worse night was starting to improve dramatically.