Hanging round
Downtown by myself
And i have so much time
To sit and think about myself
And then there she was
Like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was
Like disco superfly

This had to be a dream.

One of the many sweet teasing dream's that had been sent to him from laughing god's whose sole objective was to play with his mind in his time of need. A need born from want and hunger, which had grown into what he could have if he looked out and beyond the square that was the World Championship Title.

Lita.

He stood stock still, too afraid to move incase she proved to be just what his mind was telling him she was, a figment of his imagination. His eyes fluttered to a close at the first light touch of her hand on his arm. The room was so quiet he swore he could hear the sound of her hand fusing with his skin as she began a lazy trail up his back.

It had been nearly a week since Evolution had turned on him, in his mind it seemed an eternity since Lita had visited him.

He was a mess, he knew it, she had to know it. A drunken, tired, smelly mess, but she didn't seem to care as he felt the slick wet tip of her tongue follow the burning trail left by her fingers. The sound of her slow indrawn breath nearly his undoing as he clenched his fists to his sides, willing them to stay put.

'God, dont let him wake.'

I smell sex and candy
Who's that lounging
Iin my chair with me
Whos that casting
Devious stares in my direction
Mama this surely is a dream
Yeah, mama this surely is a dream

He gave himself up to his sense's, not caring, not thinking, just feeling.

The spray of water he felt on his back only heightening the pleasure this dream was evoking, he felt himself straining, seeking release from the restraints that imprisoned him, then in the next instant he was free, wether from his hand or his animalistic need forcing itself through the material of his pants, he didn't know... didn't care.

'Christ, it's like she's really here.' he thought not able to help the gutteral groan that rose up in his chest.

His body was singing in a way it only sang when Lita was with him and no way, no how was he going to open his eyes and see it for what it really was, his imagination.

Hanging round downtown by myself
And i've had too much caffeine
And i was thinking bout myself
And there she was
In platform double suede
Yeah there she was
Like disco lemonade

He felt the cool sheet of the bed beneath him and he welcomed the feeling as it clung to his wet skin but that feeling was short lived as he felt the bed shift as somebody joined him and before he could even think to open his eyes or reach out with his hands he felt himself being pinned to the bed and then her hot mouth as she drew him in, sending him arching up off the bed and into oblivion.

'Lita! Here! Now!'

In one foul swoop he had hauled her up into his arms. His fingers threaded through her hair and down her back, his mouth rained kisses along her jaw and down her neck before finding her open mouth to spar with her tongue.

Her soft cries of pleasure as he worked his magic confirming what his brain had refused to admit.

His dream was infact reality.

I smell sex and candy
Who's that lounging
Iin my chair with me
Whos that casting
Devious stares in my direction
Mama this surely is a dream
Yeah, mama this surely is a dream

He watched now where she lay next to him, her head nestled nicely onto his shoulder, their body's humming with sated desire and for the first time since all this began, Hunter watched as Lita fell into a restful sleep.

The End