I'll be right along
Cause baby you're so
Strong...

Baby I see - You're vulnerable to me
That's your power over me

He was a mess.

He stood before her, mouth agape and eyes unbelieving. He had a week's growth of hair on his face and was dressed in the same clothes he had worn the night he lost the World's Championship Title. She made her way passed him into a room she hadn't seen in a while. Empty bottles and cartons littered the floor and furniture as well as a few half eaten slices of pizza and it reeked of beer and stale air.

Lita turned around to face him to find he still had his back to her, his hand still resting on the open door. She stepped closer, reaching around him to gently push the door closed before pressing her palms to the wall of his back. Feeling his muscles ripple beneath the fabric of his shirt.

'God it had been so long.'

Even before she realised it, her lips were skimming over the material covering his back, his scent, raw and definitely Hunter filled her nostrils, rekindling it's acquaintence with her senses and like a thirsty woman stranded on the Skeleton Coast of the Namibian Desert, Lita drank her full.

The material of his shirt slowly disappeared with the help of her fingers that had long ago mastered the body they were worshipping.

Yet, he didn't move.

Baby, baby, I know - It's always been so
Physical love is oh so meaningful for you

Her lips and teeth nipped and suckled, played and teased, tasted and drank of the body that had been haunting her nights and plaguing her days. Her forehead was pressed between his shoulder blades, her hands running lightly over his adomen, moving upwards to dance across his chest.

A slight tug with her hand brought him around to face her, when she lifted smokey pasionfilled eyes up to his face she saw his eyes were closed and when she leaned forward she could hear the erradict beat of his heart.

She took a step back, and he followed. Another step, and he'd follow again, never once opening his eyes.

She lead him into the bathroom where they both stepped, fully clothed, under the spray of the shower, the cold shock doing little to put out the fire that had begun in the other room.

Popping the top off the scented body wash Hunter had hanging nearby she applied it to a body scrub, the scent of musk and sandalwood filling the air around her as she lazily rubbed it over his back and shoulders while her free hand followed in it's wake caressing everywhere it touched.

The button popped on his pants and she eased the zipper down slowly, the heat emanating from him sending tiny sparks through her fingers that streaked upwards disappearing somewhere beyond her shoulders. She brushed the body scrub across his chest and down over his stomach, letting it linger just a little bit longer below his belly button before she continued in her rediscovery of his body.

She unclasped the hook holding her top together allowing it to fall to the shower floor, her breasts jutting forth, welcoming the freedom the material of her top had harnessed. Her already hardened nipples strained towards his skin, wanting to feel the closeness of his chest against hers and she growled deep in her throat when finally that closeness was granted.

Her short's followed until the only thing seperating them was the many droplets of water that rained down on them in a beaded steady rhythm.

Yet, still he didn't move.

You write love letters to me - strong
You know how to talk to me - so strong

Baby, I'm yours - you know
Because you're so, so strong

All week her insides had been twisting and turning, calling out for her to satisfy the need that had been started the first night she had been in this room.

Her hand reached for the faucet and with a flick of her wrist the water shut off. Dripping wet she stepped out of the shower, pulling an impassive Hunter along with her.

All the pent up frustration and dissatisfaction of the past few days came full circle as Lita pushed Hunter down on the bed barely giving him time to draw breath before she followed, pinning him to the mattress, first with her hands and upper body, next with her lips, tongue and wandering hands.

Lower and lower until finally she ignited not only a physical response from him but also a verbal one, the sound of his harsh growl spurring her on in her antics as her lips met throbbing hard flesh.

Until each touch, each caress conveyed to him what her voice could not.

You would fight for me
You would starve for me
You would suffer for me
You would die for me
Well, I feel the same way too
You know I feel that way about you

This time it wasn't about her, she tried to keep it that way, and had been succeeding up until now. Now 'he' he ahd the upperhand, sending her to dizzying new heights as he gave back all he received, tenfold...

I know you're mad about me
You've shown me because you're so, so strong

...and when she was truly sated, for the first time since this all began she lay her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

The End