Title: Other Options
Author: Kora
E-mail: KrazyKora@aol.com or WinterViolet24@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The following characters belong to WWE and all the people and companies who deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own twisted enjoyment.
Summary: A heartbroken Trish confides in Lita.
Author's Note: Takes place after the events of the 12/01/03 episode of RAW. I always said my Stacy/Victoria piece was going to be the only femslash fic I did. I lied.
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Trish couldn't seem to stop crying, her chest felt as if it would cave in from each sob. All she could think of was what she had overheard. Jericho mocking her. Mocking her! Mocking her feelings…
'You should have heard her, 'I've never felt like this about anyone before' - pathetic!'
How could he say that? Gloat to Christian and - and make that horrible bet?! She had had feelings for him. Real feelings. She hadn't been lying when she had confessed to him she'd never felt that way before.
Vince, Rock, even Jeff…none of them had moved her like Jericho had. She had looked past his previous actions, his less than good nature, she had thought somewhere inside him there was a decent heart - a good man who had just had had so many bad things happen to him that he'd become deluded.
Deep inside she had decided to try and become his redemption. It wasn't that she was full of herself or thought she was capable of great feats or even wanted credit she just - wanted to help him. To love him. She had…loved him. Or at the very least been falling.
She was still clutching to the jersey she had made him, sitting in the girl's locker room after crying for hours when suddenly the door across from her creaked open.
"Trish …oh god, what happened?" Lita gasped as she entered the room, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Lita's name came out of Trish's mouth in a bleating sob as she stood up and threw herself into her friend's waiting arms. Lita immediately drew the other girl to her, hugging her tightly. She had only returned to the arena to get in some extra exercise - some practice.
Since returning to the WWE she had had some difficulty re-mastering the moonsault that had made her famous. She had been squeamish about performing the high-flying act, fearing re-injury of her neck but the fans meant so much to her and she knew they were thirsty for her to return to her more daredevil ways.
After practicing a few times she had headed to the girl's locker room, intent on showering and instead found her best friend bawling. Now she ran her hands down the other woman's blonde hair and back, cradling her close and cooing reassurances.
She eventually eased Trish over to the benches again, sitting her down. Trish was thankful, her knees weak as she clung to Lita's taller frame for support. Watching the blonde so broken up was tearing away at Lita's heart. She cared so much for her friend, so very, very much…
Lita bit her full, lower bottom lip. She knew she shouldn't think this way - she knew no one would approve, least of all Trish but the feelings had been growing so strong inside of her lately. She had never thought - never even guessed in a million years that she could be attracted to a woman.
She was straight! She had been ready to marry Matt Hardy for Christ's sake but when she thought of Trish or talked to her or shared close girl to girl moments she just felt so…
She shook her head, now was not the time to trivialize over this again. Her sexuality woes would have to wait. Trish was what was important, this was no time to selfishly concentrate on her own inner turmoil.
The blonde Canadian had begun to grow quiet, sobs dying into sniffles and Lita slowly drew away, pushing stray strands of hair from her face. God, Trish's face…it was so beautiful. Even now. It was like someone had taken a Renaissance painting and smashed it.
Beautiful pieces…yet broken.
Her mascara had run and her lipstick was smudged, trails of tears coated her face, her skin beat red, eyes puffy. Lita ran a hand over the other woman's forehead, feeling the heat and clicked her tongue, "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up…"
She drew Trish towards the sinks and looked around. There was the normal scratchy hand towels and antiseptic gel soap - no where near good enough. She sighed and shook her head. This would not do. Not for Trish. She deserved better. Lita locked her own hazel eyes with Trish's brown ones, "Wait here."
She rushed to her gym bag and returned quickly to Trish's side. The blonde had not moved an inch, still sniffling, wrist rubbing at her cheek, smearing her make-up even more.
Lita sighed as she reached into her bag, withdrawing a small towel and facial cleanser - handing them to her, "Here. Go wash up. I've got to take a shower. I'm coated in sweat from my work out but I promise I'll be quick about it. You can take your time though with - with straightening up."
Trish tried to give her a smile of thanks but all she managed was a wobble of her lips. Lita knew her actions were appreciated and she gave a gentle push to the small of Trish's back, urging her towards the sinks as she turned and darted into the showers.
She put her gym bag to one side, drawing out the needed effects before undressing and entering the shower. She pulled the knob, hot water pouring out. It felt like heaven to her salty-sweat encrusted skin but she did not linger in the sensations - instead hurrying through the act so she could rush to be at Trish's side.
Once she was good and squeaky clean she found her gym bag and rummaged inside again finding some loose clothes she had brought - a baggy sweater and jeans. She dressed quickly and began searching for Trish.
She found the blonde slumped on the benches again. Lita sat down next to her, brushing back her now damp red locks and took Trish's hands in her own, "Okay, now that I'm not sweaty and I don't smell, tell me what's wrong."
Trish gave a watery laugh at the other girl's jokes about her earlier appearance than began to unravel what had taken place: how she had overheard Jericho and Christian talking, how they had divulge their rather nefarious plans - the bet. Lita grew more and more incensed with each word until Trish reached the end and her anger burst out, vicious curses erupting from her lips.
Trish blushed at Lita's seemingly endless litany of swear words. Once the redhead seemed assuaged she spoke normally, "I can't believe he lied to you like that, strung you on…"
"I can't either and Christian, what he did to you, Li…"
"Psh," Lita tossed a bored hand in the air, rolling her eyes, "Christian didn't have a snowball's chance in hell with me anyway. I was never interested in him to begin with. His friendship was comforting but he would have never sealed the deal, no matter what he thinks."
"Really?" The blonde asked, blinking, "But I thought…I mean, you seemed…"
"I'm not interested in Christian." Lita assured her firmly, "Now about you, Jericho…"
"Are you interested in anyone?" Trish asked tentatively.
Lita frowned, not expecting this, "Trish, that's not really important right now. We should focus on you and-"
"I'm serious, I - I want to know and…and I don't really want to talk about Chris."
The redhead blinked, "But-"
"Lita," Trish looked at her, eyelashes batting, brown eyes as sweet as chocolate, "Please?"
She sighed and shook her head, "If you must know," she bit her bottom lip again, embarrassed and chose to look away from her friend's eyes, "Yes, I am."
"Is it Matt?"
The blonde watched the other girl squirm as she shook her head. Trish's sadness began to become more and more of a memory as curiosity began to nip at her heels. Whoever it was Lita was interested in, it made her embarrassed! This was fascinating to her - she'd never seen the Xtreme Diva embarrassed before.
She was always so strong - so sure of herself. To be apprehensive to talk about a love interest…
Trish tried not to clap her hands in glee. She loved a good mystery. The familiar sparkle returned to her eye and Lita could see it, she knew the Canadian well enough to know that she was viewing all of this as a guessing game.
Lita loved seeing the sparkle in her eye, loved being its cause but not at this…god, this couldn't be happening. Not now, not like this. She couldn't let Trish know - she hadn't even worked it out fully in her own mind.
Was she a lesbian?
Or was it just Trish she was attracted to.
And was it merely attraction or was there more?
Could there ever even be more?!
Lita couldn't imagine being in love with a woman, dating her…
And considering it was Trish - very heterosexual, probably never had a gay-thought-in-my-life Trish Stratus, it seemed very impossible that any sort of relationship could take place between -
"So who is it?"
Oh. Yeah. Trish was still here, wasn't she? Lita blinked, returning from her thoughts, "Huh?"
She almost winced at her stupid grunt as Trish merely giggled, "Who are you interested in, silly! You've got to tell me! It'll cheer me up to hear some gossip."
Not once in her life had she ever really whined but at this moment, Lita gave a rather good one as she drew out Trish's name in a high-pitched tone of unhappiness.
Trish licked her lips, "Oh boy! It must be someone really bad if you're this upset about it-"
"Trish-"
"Come on, out with it. Is it Shane?"
"Hurricane? No! He's just a friend-"
"Triple H?"
"With that nose?"
"Hmm…Eric Bischoff?"
"EW!"
Trish laughed, teasing, "Ric Flair?"
To Lita's shock, the whined sound of Trish's name left her a second time. Trish merely collapsed into a giggle fit and once it was done she nudged her friend's shoulder, "Come on, Li. Out with it! You know I'll keep pestering you until-"
"Look," Lita huffed, getting to her feet, folding her arms as she looked down at the blonde crossly, "I don't want to talk about it, all right?!"
Trish's good cheer vanished, returning to the earlier morose state as she whispered softly, sadly, "Aren’t you my friend?"
The redhead gasped, startled, "Of course I am! Why would you even-"
"Friends talk to each other," Trish whispered, head bowing downward to look at her hands, "Friends don't keep secrets."
Lita sighed and tried not to roll her eyes in frustration, pushing a few strands of hair behind one ear as she resumed her seat next to Trish. She gently touched a hand to Trish's chin, turning the girl's head in her direction, "Hey, you are my friend Trish. It's just…it's sort of personal and…it's not really worked out in mind and I…I just don't feel comfortable talking to you about it yet."
"Lita," the blonde breathed, eyes glossy, "You always help me. In matches, with advice…I want to help you for once. Please - tell me. I won't laugh or - or criticize you. No matter who it is. Please?"
"Trish…"
"Please?"
Suddenly some kind of mad boldness seized Lita and she felt all the blood in her body thrill through her system as her hazel eyes settled determinedly on Trish, "You really want to know?"
"Y-yes," Trish stuttered, startled by the sudden power behind her friend's voice.
"I'll show you." Lita replied firmly and with that ducked in, covering Trish's mouth with her own. The kiss was quick, hard - more of a peck really but the Canadian gasped - eyes growing bigger than saucers.
In any other situation, the look would have been comical but at this moment it hung on Lita's heart. Things could go one way or another - in the next few moments her world could tip over and break. She saw the surprise in her friend's face. The rigidness in her body and feeling she all ready knew her answer - she felt the urge to run.
But she also felt the urge to continue. Her lips were sparking - hungry for more contact and a lusty desire was awakening deep in her body - alerting the most intimate parts of her. She had to have more, needed to know for sure…had to know if what she felt for Trish was really something…
Lita dove in again, her hands tangling into the other girl's blonde tresses as she angled her head to once side. She whispered against her mouth, "Don't hate me for this. Please."
Then all words ended as she began to kiss her again. Trish sat there, frozen in shock as Lita's wet tongue snaked out to wet her lips, seeking entrance. Her soft mouth peeling away at her own. Trish shuddered, the redhead's scent filling her senses, enrapturing her and before she knew what was happening she had opened her mouth, allowing her access inside.
Lita's tongue eased inside, stoking in and out slowly, leisurely - the act almost mimicking…
Trish shuddered again, still not moving as Lita kissed her, her eyes still wide open. She had never kissed another woman before or been kissed by another woman - never even thought of it and now - right now - it was happening. In a thousands years she would have never imagined herself here.
Moments ago she'd been crying over Jericho, been comforted by her best friend, teased her, talked to her, and now…now she was being kissed by her. Trish's eyes fluttered shut, eyebrows drawing together in concentration as all the sensations of the moment began to hit her at once.
The first thing she noticed was Lita's mouth - her lips…they were so soft. Much softer than a man's. They felt…good. So velvety and warm and…god, she could taste them. Something lingered there - some kind of candy taste…
And she could feel Lita's hands in her hair, feel the fingertips and then there was her ever questing tongue that searched the inside of her paralyzed mouth, her own tongue lying dormant and Trish suddenly wondered what would happening if she moved it. Reciprocated…touched her own to Lita's.
What could be the harm in-
Lita moaned as Trish's tongue touched her own, teasing along the side, going into her own mouth. Trish found herself moaning and suddenly became strangely aware that her body was reacting - heat building up between her legs as she began to kiss the redhead passionately, her own fingers reaching out to search, explore, touch…
The realization of her actions began to sink in. Jesus, she was kissing Lita! Caressing her, touching her, tongues, lips, teeth…sweet Jesus and she wanted more and her body was responding like-
Trish pulled back, startled as if she'd been jolted away - electrocuted. Lita looked at her - lips still parted, puffy from kisses, panting lightly and Trish blinked a few times. She felt as if she'd be incapable of speech for years, still too thunderstruck by the revelation of what had just happened but instead she found her voice worked very well as she gasped, "M-me."
Lita looked about ready to fall apart and she nodded, a tear squeezing out, "Yes. Forgive me."
Trish sat up and blinked a few more times. She reminisced over all that had happened very, very slowly. Then she whispered, "Why should I forgive you when there's nothing to forgive?"
Lita was now the one to blink rapidly, "What?"
"Li…I don't - don't hate you for how you feel…I'm surprised…I mean I wasn't aware-"
"I'm not." Lita whispered, shaking her head, "I - I think I'm only attracted to you. I've thought a lot about it and I don't…I'm not interested in other women in - in an attracted way or - or even a sexual way. I only seem to…I think maybe since we're friends and I care so much…I care so much it grew into…"
"This?" Trish finished for her and the other girl nodded.
Running a hand through her blonde hair the Canadian tried to think but found the task almost impossible, then a smile suddenly took place, "Well…it was…I mean that kiss…it was amazing."
The redhead's mouth dropped open, "What?"
"Well I'm not going to lie," Trish laughed dryly, "I mean it was an amazing kiss. Didn't - didn't you think so?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Well…" Trish swallowed, her own ears stunned at the words she found leaving herself, "Maybe then...we should try it."
Trish's ears weren't alone in being stunned, Lita's mouth still hanging low, "Are you…serious?"
"Why not?" Trish returned simply, clapping her hands on her thighs loudly, "I mean it's obvious we…have something and…I don't see the harm in…"
"Trish-"
"I - I want to," The blonde said shyly, a blush forming as she now bit her bottom lip, "What just happened…it was amazing and I want to know - need to know if this is something and…and I'm not scared. As long as it's you Lita."
"Oh Trish…"
"We can figure this out together and - and maybe…who knows? I mean I never thought of myself as being with a - another woman but-"
"Neither have I, I don't know. I mean it just seems…with you…"
"Well then it's the same here," Trish said evenly, strength returning to her voice as she became more and more resolved, set in her idea, "You came to the realization first, sure, but I would have eventually I think and - and I can't deny the kiss…it made me…I want to, Lita. With you."
The redhead let out a nervous laugh and then sighed, smiling herself, "Okay…we'll take it slow and - and we'll see."
"Hmm." Trish murmured in agreement. They sat in silence for a moment then the blonde turned crafty, seductive eyes to her redhead companion, "I guess this means that at least after Jericho I have other options."
"Oh yeah?" Lita asked, lips quirking to one side in amusement, "What other kind of options?"
"This kind." Trish gasped quickly and began kissing the redhead again hungrily, much to the joy of her friend, who had wanted to kiss more as well and began to reciprocate just as fiercely.