500 WoL: Don't Tell 1/1 (Punk/Lita) PG-13
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awritinglilypeaTitle: Don't Tell
Fandom: Wrestling
Characters/Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: PG
Complete: Yes.
Prompt: #005 Don't Tell Anybody I'm here//Table
Summary: He has a million scenarios running through his head, moments of revenge for those who have wronged her in the past but in the end they don't matter.
Warnings: Matt and Edge bashing
Notes: Enjoy.
Amy is the strongest woman he knows. The strongest woman he’s ever know, sometimes he finds himself thinking.
There are moments of vulnerability of course, and most of them pertain to her past, to Matt, and to Adam.
They are two men he wouldn’t mind giving an ass kicking to.
Punk doesn’t like to talk about it with her, because he’s pretty sure when he does he’ll want nothing more than to tear them apart and he really doesn’t want to have to do that, because he is determined to maintain a professional atmosphere.
It all blows up when everyone finds out that Amy is with him, the names slung around backstage about her by people who’ve heard never met her, and have only heard what they have to say.
He isn’t sure who it bothers more, him because he hates seeing the hurt look in her eyes when she hears from Mickie about what people are saying, or her, because she thought she’d managed to leave all that shit behind.
Punk didn’t realize how bad it was, until he woke up one morning with her body curled into his, still heavy with sleep. He didn’t want to leave her but he had to, he had to go to the gym and get a work out before going to the arena.
He is half out of bed when her eyes open and she reaches out to grab his arm gently, looking into his eyes.
“What is it?” he asks, seeing a look on her face he never has before. It is one of hesitancy and he isn’t sure how he is supposed to react.
“Don’t tell anybody I’m here,” Amy tells him, the words seeming heavy on her tongue. “Okay?”
It occurs to him she’s waiting for an answer, and he doesn’t know if he has one to give.
“Okay,” his voice is whisper soft.
Punk dresses quickly, then makes his way down to the hotel gym, deciding it’s good enough and when he runs into Matt in the hall a muscle in his jaw clenches and a million scenarios run through his head.
He could punch him, hard enough the elder Hardy would choke on his own fucking blood.
He could break his goddamn nose.
He doesn’t know why but the thought of Amy curled up in bed, the white sheets a nice contrast to her tanned skin.
Before he can stop himself Punk is turning and walking back to his room without so much as a nod toward Matt. No one needs to know she’s here.
Because he does. And she’s his, and in the end that’s all that matters to him.
Fandom: Wrestling
Characters/Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: PG
Complete: Yes.
Prompt: #005 Don't Tell Anybody I'm here//Table
Summary: He has a million scenarios running through his head, moments of revenge for those who have wronged her in the past but in the end they don't matter.
Warnings: Matt and Edge bashing
Notes: Enjoy.
Amy is the strongest woman he knows. The strongest woman he’s ever know, sometimes he finds himself thinking.
There are moments of vulnerability of course, and most of them pertain to her past, to Matt, and to Adam.
They are two men he wouldn’t mind giving an ass kicking to.
Punk doesn’t like to talk about it with her, because he’s pretty sure when he does he’ll want nothing more than to tear them apart and he really doesn’t want to have to do that, because he is determined to maintain a professional atmosphere.
It all blows up when everyone finds out that Amy is with him, the names slung around backstage about her by people who’ve heard never met her, and have only heard what they have to say.
He isn’t sure who it bothers more, him because he hates seeing the hurt look in her eyes when she hears from Mickie about what people are saying, or her, because she thought she’d managed to leave all that shit behind.
Punk didn’t realize how bad it was, until he woke up one morning with her body curled into his, still heavy with sleep. He didn’t want to leave her but he had to, he had to go to the gym and get a work out before going to the arena.
He is half out of bed when her eyes open and she reaches out to grab his arm gently, looking into his eyes.
“What is it?” he asks, seeing a look on her face he never has before. It is one of hesitancy and he isn’t sure how he is supposed to react.
“Don’t tell anybody I’m here,” Amy tells him, the words seeming heavy on her tongue. “Okay?”
It occurs to him she’s waiting for an answer, and he doesn’t know if he has one to give.
“Okay,” his voice is whisper soft.
Punk dresses quickly, then makes his way down to the hotel gym, deciding it’s good enough and when he runs into Matt in the hall a muscle in his jaw clenches and a million scenarios run through his head.
He could punch him, hard enough the elder Hardy would choke on his own fucking blood.
He could break his goddamn nose.
He doesn’t know why but the thought of Amy curled up in bed, the white sheets a nice contrast to her tanned skin.
Before he can stop himself Punk is turning and walking back to his room without so much as a nod toward Matt. No one needs to know she’s here.
Because he does. And she’s his, and in the end that’s all that matters to him.
