Fic: Waiting 1/1 (Christian/Lita) PG-13
Title: Waiting
Pairing: Christian/Lita
Rating: PG-13
Complete: Yes.
Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff.
Summary: He felt like he was being tortured.
Warnings: Just fluffy.
Based off this tweet from earlier.
Jay Reso groaned softly, dropping his head against the back of the chair.
This was torture, pure fucking torture.
He gripped the arms of the chair, air expelling itself from his lungs quickly in the form of a sigh and he groaned again.
She was trying to kill him, that was all there was to it.
She wanted him dead.
He was going to die like this, tortured by his girlfriend.
Sucking in a deep breath Jay closed his eyes, rocking the chair back on its legs as the torture continued.
“Amy,” he said her name with all the clarity he could manage right then.
“Would you quit your whining?” Amy asked him, throwing open the change room door and pinpointing him with a glare before turning and going back in.
“Amy,” Jay let out a whining moan. “I can’t sit here like this anymore, my manhood is vanishing as I speak these words, do you understand me?”
Amy laughed from behind the door, “too bad. You volunteered to come with me, so now you’re stuck. Besides I’m nowhere near as bad as some girls, I don’t take forever to do this.”
Jay whined again, unable to help himself, his whining however stopped when the door opened again and he gawked at his girlfriend standing there.
He had never seen her in lingerie that looked like that.
“Wow,” he could hardly breathe.
“Does this make up for it?” Amy asked him, smirking.
Jay stood up and approached her, smirking, “oooh yeah,” he followed her into the dressing room and closed the door.
Pairing: Christian/Lita
Rating: PG-13
Complete: Yes.
Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff.
Summary: He felt like he was being tortured.
Warnings: Just fluffy.
Based off this tweet from earlier.
Jay Reso groaned softly, dropping his head against the back of the chair.
This was torture, pure fucking torture.
He gripped the arms of the chair, air expelling itself from his lungs quickly in the form of a sigh and he groaned again.
She was trying to kill him, that was all there was to it.
She wanted him dead.
He was going to die like this, tortured by his girlfriend.
Sucking in a deep breath Jay closed his eyes, rocking the chair back on its legs as the torture continued.
“Amy,” he said her name with all the clarity he could manage right then.
“Would you quit your whining?” Amy asked him, throwing open the change room door and pinpointing him with a glare before turning and going back in.
“Amy,” Jay let out a whining moan. “I can’t sit here like this anymore, my manhood is vanishing as I speak these words, do you understand me?”
Amy laughed from behind the door, “too bad. You volunteered to come with me, so now you’re stuck. Besides I’m nowhere near as bad as some girls, I don’t take forever to do this.”
Jay whined again, unable to help himself, his whining however stopped when the door opened again and he gawked at his girlfriend standing there.
He had never seen her in lingerie that looked like that.
“Wow,” he could hardly breathe.
“Does this make up for it?” Amy asked him, smirking.
Jay stood up and approached her, smirking, “oooh yeah,” he followed her into the dressing room and closed the door.