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awritinglilypeaTitle:Insanity by Chocolate
Pairings/Characters: Lita, CM Punk, Chris Jericho, Jeff Hardy, Christian
Rating: PG
Complete: No.
Summary: Lita gets a special breakfast, and finds out that there is more to flowers than she thought.
Warning: Absolutely none.
Notes: I win...at life...because I'm continuing this.
Day Five
Day five was not what she was expecting at all. It was a day off, so she slept in, waking up that morning she stretched her arms over her head before rolling onto her stomach and staring at the lined up gifts on her nightstand.
It was hard to figure out, who could be giving her these.
Was it a friend? Not Jay, or Jeff.
Chris? No, he hadn’t been single quite long enough. At least she was almost entirely certain that it wasn’t him.
Who could it be then?
Climbing out of bed she winced, as her whole body seemed to protest any movement, sighing softly.
Who else was there?
What if it was someone she hated? Edge?
Shuddering at the thought Lita made her way to the bathroom and showered quickly, surprised when there was a knock on the door soon after she opened it, her eyes widening as she saw the room service cart.
A full bouquet of yellow and red roses was sitting in the middle of the cart, and a covered silver platter was right next to it.
“I didn’t order this,” she told the room service attendant, frowning when he just smiled and told her that it was a special delivery.
“Okay uhm thanks, just let me get you a tip,” she said as he pushed the cart into a room.
“No need to Miss Dumas, someone already took care of that as well,” he smiled at her politely, “An extra big one to make sure I wouldn’t tell you who it came from.” He turned, whistling and made his way out the door.
Lita picked up the card in the middle of the flowers, You still can’t have chocolate, and to keep you strong I’m supplying breakfast. Have you figured out the meaning behind the colour? Love, X
“The meaning behind the colour?” Lita murmured to herself, trying to figure out what that could possibly mean as she lifted the cover on the food tray.
Waffles, home made by the looks of it with cut up strawberries on top, whipped cream and strawberry sauce drizzled over the top of it.
Who needed chocolate?
Lita picked the plate up, turning on the television as she settled onto the hotel bed, taking a bite she moaned at the taste.
“Definitely don’t need chocolate when I have this,” she murmured softly to herself as she pulled her laptop bag up off the floor and pulled the computer out, starting it up.
“Colours…colours,” she sighed, then looked at the flowers. “Amy, sometimes you’re a complete and utter dumbass.”
Shoving another forkful of waffle into her mouth Lita typed in ‘flower meanings’ and looked up the meaning behind yellow and red bouquet’s, surprising herself by having a truly girly moment of inner squeeing.
Red which he had sent to her the night before, was symbol of eroticism, love and passion, something which sent a thrill up her spine and her imagination into overdrive, a dozen or more faces flitting through her mind.
Yellow and red however, meant falling in love, the beginning of a new romance.
Lita bit her bottom lip lightly, a smile on her face and a new light in her eyes.
Someone wanted her, really wanted her. And more than that they didn’t seem to want just sex, they wanted to make her happy, to make a relationship out of a series of romantic gestures.
Finishing her breakfast Lita went about her day, dressing in the best pair of jeans she could find, as whoever her admirer was seemed to like her just the way she normally was so she was going to be herself.
Lita headed out after finishing getting dressed, smiling when she saw Punk in the hallway.
“Nice rose,” he told her, gesturing to the flower in her hair.
“Thank you,” she kissed his cheek, ignoring the look of surprise on his face and continued on her way.
“Man,” she heard Chris laughing from behind her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”
“Oh shut up,” she heard Punk grumble in response and bit her bottom lip, her eyes sparking as she tried not to laugh.
Maybe 40 days without chocolate wouldn’t be so bad. After all she only had 35 left to go, and she had something to plan.
Pairings/Characters: Lita, CM Punk, Chris Jericho, Jeff Hardy, Christian
Rating: PG
Complete: No.
Summary: Lita gets a special breakfast, and finds out that there is more to flowers than she thought.
Warning: Absolutely none.
Notes: I win...at life...because I'm continuing this.
Day Five
Day five was not what she was expecting at all. It was a day off, so she slept in, waking up that morning she stretched her arms over her head before rolling onto her stomach and staring at the lined up gifts on her nightstand.
It was hard to figure out, who could be giving her these.
Was it a friend? Not Jay, or Jeff.
Chris? No, he hadn’t been single quite long enough. At least she was almost entirely certain that it wasn’t him.
Who could it be then?
Climbing out of bed she winced, as her whole body seemed to protest any movement, sighing softly.
Who else was there?
What if it was someone she hated? Edge?
Shuddering at the thought Lita made her way to the bathroom and showered quickly, surprised when there was a knock on the door soon after she opened it, her eyes widening as she saw the room service cart.
A full bouquet of yellow and red roses was sitting in the middle of the cart, and a covered silver platter was right next to it.
“I didn’t order this,” she told the room service attendant, frowning when he just smiled and told her that it was a special delivery.
“Okay uhm thanks, just let me get you a tip,” she said as he pushed the cart into a room.
“No need to Miss Dumas, someone already took care of that as well,” he smiled at her politely, “An extra big one to make sure I wouldn’t tell you who it came from.” He turned, whistling and made his way out the door.
Lita picked up the card in the middle of the flowers, You still can’t have chocolate, and to keep you strong I’m supplying breakfast. Have you figured out the meaning behind the colour? Love, X
“The meaning behind the colour?” Lita murmured to herself, trying to figure out what that could possibly mean as she lifted the cover on the food tray.
Waffles, home made by the looks of it with cut up strawberries on top, whipped cream and strawberry sauce drizzled over the top of it.
Who needed chocolate?
Lita picked the plate up, turning on the television as she settled onto the hotel bed, taking a bite she moaned at the taste.
“Definitely don’t need chocolate when I have this,” she murmured softly to herself as she pulled her laptop bag up off the floor and pulled the computer out, starting it up.
“Colours…colours,” she sighed, then looked at the flowers. “Amy, sometimes you’re a complete and utter dumbass.”
Shoving another forkful of waffle into her mouth Lita typed in ‘flower meanings’ and looked up the meaning behind yellow and red bouquet’s, surprising herself by having a truly girly moment of inner squeeing.
Red which he had sent to her the night before, was symbol of eroticism, love and passion, something which sent a thrill up her spine and her imagination into overdrive, a dozen or more faces flitting through her mind.
Yellow and red however, meant falling in love, the beginning of a new romance.
Lita bit her bottom lip lightly, a smile on her face and a new light in her eyes.
Someone wanted her, really wanted her. And more than that they didn’t seem to want just sex, they wanted to make her happy, to make a relationship out of a series of romantic gestures.
Finishing her breakfast Lita went about her day, dressing in the best pair of jeans she could find, as whoever her admirer was seemed to like her just the way she normally was so she was going to be herself.
Lita headed out after finishing getting dressed, smiling when she saw Punk in the hallway.
“Nice rose,” he told her, gesturing to the flower in her hair.
“Thank you,” she kissed his cheek, ignoring the look of surprise on his face and continued on her way.
“Man,” she heard Chris laughing from behind her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”
“Oh shut up,” she heard Punk grumble in response and bit her bottom lip, her eyes sparking as she tried not to laugh.
Maybe 40 days without chocolate wouldn’t be so bad. After all she only had 35 left to go, and she had something to plan.
