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Title: Insanity by Chocolate
Pairing/Characters: Lita/>
Rating: PG-13
Complete: No
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Something draws Lita out of her solace and she gets a big surprise.
Warnings: Filled with minor angst and Edge bashing.

Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four Day Five Day Six Day Seven Day Eight

Day 9

Lita didn't feel much like getting out of bed. She knew logically that this was not the time to act like a pussy as the guys would say, or whine like a girl.

She'd gotten played. So fucking what.

She was tough, she was beautiful, she was strong.

So why did it hurt so much to find out that Adam had been sending her the gifts all along?

There had been a point in time where she would have loved to have been lavished in such gifts by Adam, when she would have wanted him to send her flowers, to support her and to give her chocolate.

A knock sounded on the door and Lita sighed before she threw the covers off the bed, sighing as she made her way across the door she was surprised but not really to find Jay standing there with a sheepish smile on his face, holding a bouquet of wild flowers in one swollen hand.

“Jay you didn't,” she shook her head, taking the flowers she grasped his hand and pulled it close, taking a good look at the bruising and the swelling.

“The guy is a grade-A douchenozzle Lita, I had to do something,” Jay kissed her cheek gently and smiled wide at her. “Those flowers aren't from me.”

Lita huffed out a sigh, looking at the card she saw the same writing on the front as had been on the others and moved to throw them out, surprised when Jay stopped her. “What? I am sick of playing games.”

Jay shook his head and held one of her hands. “Don't throw them out, this isn't a game to your admirer okay?”

Sighing Lita sat on the edge of the bed and opened the card reading it.

'I'm not him, I would never treat you like he did.

Sometimes I can be kind of an asshole, and I know it, but that doesn't mean I would ever dream of playing with you like that.

Get Jay some ice for his hand, and relax. I made an appointment for a 5 star massage downstairs for you, followed by dinner on the terrace later on this evening.


Don't give up on me.

You're everything I've ever wanted and more.'

Lita smiled in spite of herself and stood up, tugging off her sleep shirt she pulled on another shirt, laughing at Jay's look of surprise. “Nothing you haven't seen before,” she slipped into a pair of jogging pants and grabbed the robe off the door handle, making sure she had her keycard.

“Where are you going?” Jay asked her, laughing softly at her abrupt change in attitude.

“Get yourself some ice, I've got a massage to get to,” Lita told him with a small smile, closing the door behind her.


The massage was the best idea anyone had ever had and when Lita stepped out onto the terrace dining area she is amazed.

She'd expected dinner yes, but this is more than she could ever have expected.

There's no one around, and the fairy lights in the trees are like something out of a dream that she never wants to forget.

It's amazing that someone would even do this for her, because most people don't even know that she's a true romantic at heart and does actually enjoy the girly stuff every so often even if she won't admit it to anyone who isn't Trish or Jeff.

Stepping forward the waiter smiled, pulling her chair out as she approached the table. “I was told to give you this,” he handed her a small box with a note attached to it.

Lita smiled at him before opening the note.

'If you don't want to dine alone open the box and keep an even more open mind.'

Frowning to herself Lita opened the box, laughing when she saw a black satin sleep mask sitting there and shook her head, amazed.

Turning to the waiter she smiled at him again, holding up the mask. “If I put this on how long do I have to wait?”

The waiter grinned back, clearly enjoying the rouse. “2 minutes, the instructions said.”

Lita sighed, then took a deep breath, handing the box to him and sliding the note under her plate she slipped on the mask and opened her eyes, unable to see a thing. “I can't see anything.”

She felt the waiter move closer and air brushed across her face like he was waving his hand in front of her eyes.

2 minutes passed. The longest two minutes of her life and she jumped when someone lifted her hand and brushed their lips across the back of it.

“I certainly hope you're not the waiter,” she remarked, laughing softly.

Her admirer chuckled and she couldn't help but shiver at the sound. Was it possible to get turned on by someone you couldn't even see?
“Certainly not,” he responded in a low voice and she heard the noise of the chair across from her being dragged closer before he sat.

“You're disguising your voice I guess?” Lita asked, completely unable to recognize it she frowned lightly.

“I am,” he confirmed, and there still managed to be a smile in his voice which caused her to smile back at him. “Do you mind this?” he asked her.

Lita shook her head. “It's not even the kinkiest thing I've done,” she joked.

He laughed, “Okay then. I didn't expect that.”

Lita smiled a little brighter. “It is a little weird, not being able to see when I'm eating.”

“Don't worry, I didn't order you anything overly messy, and will make sure you don't leave with a giant stain on that dress,” he told her.

“Thank you,” Lita replied, listening intently she could hear his breathing, even and low and could smell him. It was an interesting scent, like vanilla and cinnamon, comforting.

“You're welcome. Have you liked my gifts?” he asked her, taking her hand he guided it to a fork and speared some of the chicken on her plate and helped her.

Lita moaned as the flavours burst on her tongue, placing her other hand over his she squeezed. “This is delicious,” she murmured once she'd swallowed, and carefully arranged her napkin in her lap. “I love the gifts. But why did you do it?”

He shifted in his seat, and let out a sigh. “I've been trying to figure out how to tell you how I feel for a while now,” he explained, and began eating his own food.

“Why not just tell me?” Lita asked him, feeling a slight surge of anger.

“Because you deserve the best,” he said as though it was simplest answer he'd ever given.

Lita couldn't help but smile as she carefully fed herself another bite, proud of herself for not dropping any food.

“You doubt me but it's true,” he told her, “the men who are in your life, have been in your life. Matt, Adam, they never knew what they had but I know what you deserve. You deserve the best.”

“And that's you?” Lita asked, her interest piqued.

He laughed, “I'm not saying I'm the best, but you deserve the best that can be given from anyone.”

Lita nodded her head, feeling a slight lump in her throat she cleared it. “When do I get to actually see you?” she asked near the end of dinner.

“In 31 days,” he responded, and sounded amused.
“Will you give me any hints?” she asked him, wanting to know more.

“Perhaps, I'll e-mail you,” he told her, and rose from his seat.

She could feel him near, she could smell him and took in a deep breath at the warmth of his body so close before a set of warm moist lips pressed against hers so quick she barely had a chance to react.

Something was draped around her shoulders and she was left feeling stunned.

“Hey,” she raised her hand to the eye-mask, surprised when he stopped her with a gentle hand.

“I won't be mad if you want to see me, but do you truly want the suspense and the surprise to be over?” he asked her.

Lita thought for a moment. “You promise to e-mail me?” she asked him, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes, I will e-mail you,” he told her. “I'm not going anywhere any time soon, I promise.”

Lita lowered her hand slowly.

“Good, enjoy your dessert,” he told her and his footsteps faded before someone came up behind her and removed the eye-mask.

“Dessert?” the waiter asked after handing her the mask.

Lita leaned back in her chair, raising a hand to her lips distractedly before she nodded and then turned toward the door, seeing no one there she raised her hand to the fabric around her shoulders and smiled.

A jacket. He hadn't wanted her to get cold.

“Actually, if I could get dessert to go,” she said softly.

The waiter nodded, leaving he returned in minutes with her dessert.

Lita got up, holding the jacket close she made her way to the elevator and stepped in.

That was the best date she'd ever been on, she realized.

And he hadn't even walked her to the door.

Date: 2011-02-20 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] motorcitysky.livejournal.com
Aww, I'm glad that Lita had a good time on her date. I really can't wait to find out who the guy is. He's treating her real nice. I think Lita should toture Jay until he tells her, lol.

Can't wait for more, I'm so happy you managed to update this one :)

Date: 2011-02-20 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetrapture82.livejournal.com
that was so sweet of Jay... and whomever the mystery guy is. Lovely work on this

Date: 2011-02-20 10:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spunkyangel22.livejournal.com
Wow. I so want this man to be Punk I have to admit. It's a very well written story.


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