500 words: Blanket 1/1 PG (Punk/Lita)
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awritinglilypeaTitle: Blanket
Fandom: WWE
Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: PG
Complete: Yes.
Genre: Fluff
Prompt: 006. Blanket
Summary: Lita thinks about her favourite blanket.
All of her favourite memories of him involve blankets, and she can’t help but sigh and wiggle around happily as he slid under the blanket with her on the couch and allowed her to press against his side.
She can remember clearly the first time they did this, on a bus on their way to a venue, and how he had told her jokes the whole way there because the driver was clearly on some kind of hallucinogen as he kept nearly veering off the road.
“I’m your blanket, I will always keep you warm, whenever you need it,” he whispered in her ear one night when the heater broke and he wrapped himself around her.
Amy gets to the point where she doesn’t know where she begins and he ends, it scares her.
She slips away from him, and realizes, almost a moment to late that there’s nothing wrong with having a safety blanket around, someone who you love, and who loves you no matter what the circumstances are because reaching for that comfort can bolster a person’s strength and convictions in their actions.
When she apologizes to him, tearfully in the dead of the night after appearing at his hotel room door and he disappears for a moment she thinks it’s all over until he comes back with a thick wool blanket in his hands and wraps her in it.
“Are you okay?” his voice rumbles in his chest as he asks her the question, a slight worry present in his eyes as he does so, as though he’s expecting her to tell him it’s all a mistake.
She knows there’s moments when his insecurities blanket him, just like hers do. About them, about himself as a wrestler, as a person.
“I’m just thinking of my favourite blanket,” Lita responded, a small smile on her lips.
“Oh really?” he questioned, arching an eyebrow finely.
“Yep,” Lita kisses him softly on the lips. “You. You’re my shelter, and that’s all there is to it.”
Punk smiles and pulls her closer, half in his lap and half out, wrapping his arms around her waist to holder her there.
“What do you know? You’re mine too.”
Fandom: WWE
Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: PG
Complete: Yes.
Genre: Fluff
Prompt: 006. Blanket
Summary: Lita thinks about her favourite blanket.
All of her favourite memories of him involve blankets, and she can’t help but sigh and wiggle around happily as he slid under the blanket with her on the couch and allowed her to press against his side.
She can remember clearly the first time they did this, on a bus on their way to a venue, and how he had told her jokes the whole way there because the driver was clearly on some kind of hallucinogen as he kept nearly veering off the road.
“I’m your blanket, I will always keep you warm, whenever you need it,” he whispered in her ear one night when the heater broke and he wrapped himself around her.
Amy gets to the point where she doesn’t know where she begins and he ends, it scares her.
She slips away from him, and realizes, almost a moment to late that there’s nothing wrong with having a safety blanket around, someone who you love, and who loves you no matter what the circumstances are because reaching for that comfort can bolster a person’s strength and convictions in their actions.
When she apologizes to him, tearfully in the dead of the night after appearing at his hotel room door and he disappears for a moment she thinks it’s all over until he comes back with a thick wool blanket in his hands and wraps her in it.
“Are you okay?” his voice rumbles in his chest as he asks her the question, a slight worry present in his eyes as he does so, as though he’s expecting her to tell him it’s all a mistake.
She knows there’s moments when his insecurities blanket him, just like hers do. About them, about himself as a wrestler, as a person.
“I’m just thinking of my favourite blanket,” Lita responded, a small smile on her lips.
“Oh really?” he questioned, arching an eyebrow finely.
“Yep,” Lita kisses him softly on the lips. “You. You’re my shelter, and that’s all there is to it.”
Punk smiles and pulls her closer, half in his lap and half out, wrapping his arms around her waist to holder her there.
“What do you know? You’re mine too.”
