500 WoL: Addiction 1/1 (Punk/Lita) PG
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awritinglilypeaTitle: Pie
Fandom: Wrestling
Characters/Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: PG
Prompt: #003: Apple Pie//Table
Summary: Punk has an addiction which only Lita can satisfy.
Warnings: General silliness.
Notes: Written with little to no sleep.
Amy slapped his hands away again, smiling as he swore softly and jerked away from the area she was working in.
“I said don’t touch it,” she hissed, shooting him a glare.
Punk let out a soft whining noise, shifting from foot to foot as he did so.
“But it tastes so good,” he rested his hands on her hips pulling her back against him and wrapped his arms around her tightly so she was firmly pressed to him.
Amy laughed softly, nodding her head. “I know it does,” she placed her hands over his, swaying slightly with him as though they were dancing together to only music they could hear.
“I want some,” Punk mock groaned against her neck.
Rolling her eyes Amy turned in his arms, touching his cheek lightly as he looked down into her eyes.
“You have a problem,” she told him solemnly, her eyes sparkling as she did so.
Punk shook his head, smiling he dropped a kiss on her lips.
“No I don’t,” he refused, frowning.
“Yes you do,” Amy pulled away from him to turn back to the task at hand.
“Get the door will you?” she asked him as their black lab, Chicago, began to bark when the doorbell rang.
Punk opened the door, accepting a hug from Trish before he let her in, a wicked grin on his face.
Amy smiled at her best friend, “How’s it going?”
She wasn’t surprised to see her boyfriend pick up a carrot and pull the blond toward him, a mock menacing look on his face as he did so.
“Uhm, what’s happening?” Trish asked, seeming torn between laughing and running away. “Are you gonna carrot me?” she bit her bottom lip, snickering.
Punk nodded his head. “If it’s what I have to do, to get the goods,” he jerked his head toward Amy.
“Do we have to go through this every Independence Day?” Amy asked, sighing softly.
“Yes, give me the stuff or the girl gets it,” Punk grinned wickedly.
Amy rolled her eyes, putting a bowl in the microwave for ten seconds she handed it over.
“I don’t see why you can’t wait until it’s done,” she told him, looking skyward as though whoever was up there would have an idea why her boyfriend was the way he was.
Punk grabbed a spoon, eating some of the apple pie filling he groaned, the carrot and Trish forgotten.
“It tastes better this way,” he kissed her cheek, perfectly docile and wandered off to the living room.
“You like taunting him,” Trish giggled softly, looking amused.
“Hey...it’s fun,” Lita grinned, putting the pie in the oven. “And it only happens every so often.”
Fandom: Wrestling
Characters/Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: PG
Prompt: #003: Apple Pie//Table
Summary: Punk has an addiction which only Lita can satisfy.
Warnings: General silliness.
Notes: Written with little to no sleep.
Amy slapped his hands away again, smiling as he swore softly and jerked away from the area she was working in.
“I said don’t touch it,” she hissed, shooting him a glare.
Punk let out a soft whining noise, shifting from foot to foot as he did so.
“But it tastes so good,” he rested his hands on her hips pulling her back against him and wrapped his arms around her tightly so she was firmly pressed to him.
Amy laughed softly, nodding her head. “I know it does,” she placed her hands over his, swaying slightly with him as though they were dancing together to only music they could hear.
“I want some,” Punk mock groaned against her neck.
Rolling her eyes Amy turned in his arms, touching his cheek lightly as he looked down into her eyes.
“You have a problem,” she told him solemnly, her eyes sparkling as she did so.
Punk shook his head, smiling he dropped a kiss on her lips.
“No I don’t,” he refused, frowning.
“Yes you do,” Amy pulled away from him to turn back to the task at hand.
“Get the door will you?” she asked him as their black lab, Chicago, began to bark when the doorbell rang.
Punk opened the door, accepting a hug from Trish before he let her in, a wicked grin on his face.
Amy smiled at her best friend, “How’s it going?”
She wasn’t surprised to see her boyfriend pick up a carrot and pull the blond toward him, a mock menacing look on his face as he did so.
“Uhm, what’s happening?” Trish asked, seeming torn between laughing and running away. “Are you gonna carrot me?” she bit her bottom lip, snickering.
Punk nodded his head. “If it’s what I have to do, to get the goods,” he jerked his head toward Amy.
“Do we have to go through this every Independence Day?” Amy asked, sighing softly.
“Yes, give me the stuff or the girl gets it,” Punk grinned wickedly.
Amy rolled her eyes, putting a bowl in the microwave for ten seconds she handed it over.
“I don’t see why you can’t wait until it’s done,” she told him, looking skyward as though whoever was up there would have an idea why her boyfriend was the way he was.
Punk grabbed a spoon, eating some of the apple pie filling he groaned, the carrot and Trish forgotten.
“It tastes better this way,” he kissed her cheek, perfectly docile and wandered off to the living room.
“You like taunting him,” Trish giggled softly, looking amused.
“Hey...it’s fun,” Lita grinned, putting the pie in the oven. “And it only happens every so often.”
