"God, kill me now..." he muttered as he held a hand against his head.  Oh, God... This had to be the worst hangover he'd ever had in his life.

After pushing himself up on one elbow for a second, he sank back down against the pillows.  He suddenly realized he was naked, and as he started to pull the blanket up over his head, he became aware of another fact - he was not alone in the bed.

The blond man sat up sharply, glancing over to his left as he ran a hand through his mussed hair.  A very warm and equally naked body was beside him, nestled beneath the covers.

"What the heck...?"  That was when he suddenly also realized that this was not his hotel room he had woken up in.  He glanced furtively around, taking in the surroundings and seeing some garments on the floor beside the bed.  A black lace bra, a matching black thong, a pair of faded blue jeans, and a baby tee lay strewn among his own discarded clothing.  That didn't really tell him much.

...And then he noticed the glittering gold resting atop a closed suitcase near the door - a championship belt.

"Oh, God...don't tell me!" Edge murmured to himself.  As much as he'd fantasized about being with her, this was the last way he would have wanted this moment to occur.

Slowly, very tentatively, the Canadian man lifted one corner of the blanket, peering underneath.  The first thing he glimpsed was her long red hair.  Her back was to him, and she was very still, apparently still asleep.

Biting his lip and feeling a bit more mischievous than he would've thought given his pounding headache, Edge reached out and touched the sleeping redhead.  Her skin was smooth, warm and supple.  He slid his hand from her back down to her firm left buttock.

Lita suddenly awoke as she felt a large, warm hand caressing over her body.  Opening her eyes, she winced as she felt the headache.  She let out a little moan as she moved a bit, and when she did, the hand moved away.

All of a sudden, everything from the previous night came rushing back to her in droves.

Oh, my God... A feeling of extreme horror overtook her as she recalled stripping for the man with whom she'd spent the night - she'd tossed her clothing all over the place like an exotic dancer.  She'd fallen to her knees on the floor in front of him, like...like... Oh, no... She remembered a lot more.  Plenty had occurred last night...

Lita laughed as Edge tackled her to the bed, nuzzling one side of her neck.

"Hey, no fair!" she cried between fits of giggles.

"What?" he murmured, his face still buried into her neck.

"I told you a secret...you didn't reciprocate!"

"Huh?"  The blond man lifted his head to stare at her incredulously.  Weren't his actions enough to be considered the revelation of a secret?  He certainly thought so...

"Come on!" the redhead ordered, beginning to laugh at the expression on his face.  "And stop looking at me like that - you're cracking me up!"

"Stop looking at you like what?" he asked innocently.

"Like you're a dumb blond!"  Her laughter by now was uncontrollable.

"Shut up...I may be blond, but I'm not dumb!" Edge insisted.

"A secret?!" Lita cried, giving him an anticipatory look.

"Oh, okay..."  He couldn't believe she was tormenting him like this, making him tell her a stupid secret while he had this raging hard-on and was more than ready to go.  He thought furiously, casting around in his brain for something but couldn't think of anything.

"Come on, Lita!" he whined, grabbing one of her hands and pressing it between his legs.  "You're killing me here..."

She snatched her hand away before he could even react.  Damn it, she really was a bitch...

"Not until you even the score!"

"Well, I want to score, but someone won't let me!" he snapped testily.

She gave him a dirty look that was part pout, and he found it adorable.

"Oh!" he said as he thought of something.  He began to laugh.  "Okay...here's a secret - the Conquistadors are really Christian and I..."

"What?!"  The diva stared at him in shock for a split second before sputtering once again with uncontrollable laughter.  She damn near laughed her ass off.

"Yeah," he said, excitement lighting up his green eyes.  "We came up with the idea a couple of weeks ago, when that reekazoid Foley said we couldn't get anymore Tag Team title shots against your 'boyz.'"

"I don't believe you!  Only you and Christian would come up with something so...so...goofy!"

"Hey, our goofiness is gonna bring our championships back to where they belong!" Edge said pointedly.  "Now, let's forget about that and concentrate on other stuff..."  He grabbed her legs, prying them apart and positioned himself between them, hesitating for a second before he plunged into her.

"Oh, God..." Lita moaned softly, her eyes closing.  "...feels so nice..."

As he realized he wasn't hurting her, the Canadian quickened his pace and began to thrust quickly and harder, and then the redhead let out a yelp of pain.

"Ow!  My head!"

Okay, so he hadn't expected her to say that... Then, he realized that his wild thrusts had caused her head to bang against the headboard of the bed.

"Oops...sorry, Red..."  He pulled her down the bed a bit, moving along with her and never slipping out, then resumed the pace of their lovemaking.

"Oh, God..." Lita moaned as she shoved the blanket down away from her face.  She rolled over quickly, coming practically nose-to-nose, eye-to-eye with the blond man.  "Oh, my God - you!"  She recoiled back as if in horror, snatching the blanket and pressing it tightly against her chest.

"That doesn't make any difference," Edge said with a smirk.  "I've already seen you naked...and I'm pretty sure that image won't be leaving me anytime soon."

The redhead ran a hand through her hair as she stared at him, her hazel eyes filled with horror.

"What have I done?!"

"It's called 'sexual intercourse,'" the Canadian quipped.  "Come on, I know you weren't a virgin..."

"Oh, God!"  Lita's eyes widened.

"You certainly said that enough last night..."

The diva pulled the covers more tightly around her nude form - and then she realized that doing so was exposing more of him.  She couldn't take this.  She couldn't believe she had spent the night with this immature, infuriating man.

"Edge..." she murmured.  "...please get out."  She averted her eyes, too embarrassed to look at him any longer.

"What?  You're not going to tell me how great I was last night?" he cracked.

"Yeah, right...that'll happen!"  But despite her words, she remembered that much.  He hadn't simply been great, he'd been fantastic.  Despite his initial greediness, Edge had actually been a very generous and extremely passionate lover.  He'd also proven himself to be pretty creative as well.

Oh, God... She couldn't deal with this right now.  She didn't even know if she could handle the repercussions later on.

Edge leaned over the side of the bed for his clothing, and when he did, the blanket slipped a little.  Lita was treated to a nice view of his firm ass but quickly glanced away.  However, unable to help herself, a second later, she looked again.  He really was a beautiful man.  She forced herself to turn away again as he faced forward to dress.

After a beat, he turned back to her.  Their eyes met, and the redhead sighed deeply before glancing away.

Edge raked a hand through his long blond mane as he began to speak.

"Lita, err...I just had a nutty thought..."  She stared at him wonderingly and he continued.  Damn it, she'll never in a million years go for this, he thought.  "...I don't know about you, but I had a really great time last night - and I don't just mean..."  He glanced down, gesturing to the bed knowingly.  "...anyway, I was wondering...would you like to do this more often?"

"W-What?"  The woman stared at him with shock.

"I mean..."  He ran his hand through his hair again, swallowing nervously.  "What I mean is...would you like to give you and me a try?"

Lita gaped at the blond Canadian, even more shocked than she'd been seconds ago.  God, this man was full of surprises!  Last night, they'd spent a drunken evening together and had ended up having sex because of it.  If it hadn't been for the booze, she knew that would never have happened.

Edge gazed into the redhead's hazel eyes, contemplating her answer.  She looked too shocked to say a word.  He held his breath as he continued to wait...