Ficlet: Homemade 1/1 (Punk/Lita) PG
Feb. 5th, 2010 12:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
awritinglilypeaTitle: Homemade
Fandom: Wrestling
Characters/Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: PG
Complete:Yes
Summary: Punk likes her most of all.
Notes: A silly little fic. Happy birthday![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sweetrapture82 this fic is just for you Kori ;)
Punk couldn’t help but smile to himself as he entered the hotel room he was staying in, a little bit of a bounce to his step as he held the white baker’s box lightly in hand.
It had arrived, and he could hardly wait.
Sitting down on the bed punk hardly paid attention to the world around him as he pulled out the pocket knife he almost always carried and sliced the string holding the box together.
Opening it he grinned brightly, figuring nothing was as good as one of his girlfriend’s cupcakes, well other than the woman herself.
Punk picked up the cupcake, taking a large bite he almost started choking as two hands clamped down on his shoulders and squeezed lightly causing him to drop the yummy baked morsel back into the box.
“What the fuck?” He swung around, shocked to find Amy sitting on the bed behind him laughing.
“You didn’t even notice I was here, so I decided to not say a word,” Amy said before kissing him softly on the lips. “C’mon, did you really think that a cupcake would travel all that well?”
Punk looked down at the cupcake with a mournful sigh, seeing that the icing was all smushed.
“Well it did fine until you scared me,” he murmured, pretending to sulk.
Amy laughed softly, picking up a bigger container off the nightstand, “Are these enough home made goodies for you?”
Punk resisted the urge to hug the box to his chest, knowing it would crush the cupcakes inside. “This is why you’re my favourite,” he informed her with a small smile.
Amy rolled her eyes, lounging on the bed. “Good to know.”
Punk set the cupcakes aside and gathered her into his arms, kissing her good and proper.
“How long?” He asked, pecking her lips.
“Two weeks,” Amy responded, running her fingers through his hair just lightly.
“Hmmm much better than homemade goodies,” Punk murmured against her skin, practically lying on top of her.
Amy smiled, “Love you too.”
Fandom: Wrestling
Characters/Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: PG
Complete:Yes
Summary: Punk likes her most of all.
Notes: A silly little fic. Happy birthday
sweetrapture82 this fic is just for you Kori ;) Punk couldn’t help but smile to himself as he entered the hotel room he was staying in, a little bit of a bounce to his step as he held the white baker’s box lightly in hand.
It had arrived, and he could hardly wait.
Sitting down on the bed punk hardly paid attention to the world around him as he pulled out the pocket knife he almost always carried and sliced the string holding the box together.
Opening it he grinned brightly, figuring nothing was as good as one of his girlfriend’s cupcakes, well other than the woman herself.
Punk picked up the cupcake, taking a large bite he almost started choking as two hands clamped down on his shoulders and squeezed lightly causing him to drop the yummy baked morsel back into the box.
“What the fuck?” He swung around, shocked to find Amy sitting on the bed behind him laughing.
“You didn’t even notice I was here, so I decided to not say a word,” Amy said before kissing him softly on the lips. “C’mon, did you really think that a cupcake would travel all that well?”
Punk looked down at the cupcake with a mournful sigh, seeing that the icing was all smushed.
“Well it did fine until you scared me,” he murmured, pretending to sulk.
Amy laughed softly, picking up a bigger container off the nightstand, “Are these enough home made goodies for you?”
Punk resisted the urge to hug the box to his chest, knowing it would crush the cupcakes inside. “This is why you’re my favourite,” he informed her with a small smile.
Amy rolled her eyes, lounging on the bed. “Good to know.”
Punk set the cupcakes aside and gathered her into his arms, kissing her good and proper.
“How long?” He asked, pecking her lips.
“Two weeks,” Amy responded, running her fingers through his hair just lightly.
“Hmmm much better than homemade goodies,” Punk murmured against her skin, practically lying on top of her.
Amy smiled, “Love you too.”
