Fic: Promises In Sleep Are Promises I'll Keep
Title: Promises In Sleep Are Promises I'll Keep
Fandom: WWE (John Cena/Randy Orton)
Word Count: 141
Summary: John mutters when he's half-asleep.
Rating: K+
Author's Notes: just a quick drablet i wrote during Smackdown! the other night...all forms of comments, criticism, etc, are welcomed. Apologies for the multiple cut links, I have no idea why it's doing that...
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never will...
"Rand?" John asked, still half-asleep and buried under the covers as the early morning sun streamed in through the curtains.
"Hm?" Randy murmured by way of answering, tracing lazy circles along John's exposed back and neck.
"We're going to get married, 'kay?" John muttered, half as a question, and half as a statement of fact, sleep heavy in his voice.
"Okay John-John. We'll get married." Randy replied, a small smile gracing his features as his continued to draw invisible patterns along John's skin.
"Promise?"
"Yeah John, I promise. Now go back to sleep, it's early." John curled closer into Randy's side in response and began snoring again. Randy kissed the top of John's head and smiled softly, thinking about the black velvet box that sat under a pair of socks in his suitcase.
I promise Johnny. I promise forever for you.
Fandom: WWE (John Cena/Randy Orton)
Word Count: 141
Summary: John mutters when he's half-asleep.
Rating: K+
Author's Notes: just a quick drablet i wrote during Smackdown! the other night...all forms of comments, criticism, etc, are welcomed. Apologies for the multiple cut links, I have no idea why it's doing that...
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never will...
"Rand?" John asked, still half-asleep and buried under the covers as the early morning sun streamed in through the curtains.
"Hm?" Randy murmured by way of answering, tracing lazy circles along John's exposed back and neck.
"We're going to get married, 'kay?" John muttered, half as a question, and half as a statement of fact, sleep heavy in his voice.
"Okay John-John. We'll get married." Randy replied, a small smile gracing his features as his continued to draw invisible patterns along John's skin.
"Promise?"
"Yeah John, I promise. Now go back to sleep, it's early." John curled closer into Randy's side in response and began snoring again. Randy kissed the top of John's head and smiled softly, thinking about the black velvet box that sat under a pair of socks in his suitcase.
I promise Johnny. I promise forever for you.