Good for the Soul(Wrestling, Lita/Edge)
Title: Good for the Soul
Fandom: Wrestling
Characters/Pairings: Lita/Edge, minor appearance by Randy Orton
Word Count: 404
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: Whether he liked it or not, it would help him.
Author Notes: Fic #7 of 100. Prompt #82 - Chicken Soup. Prompt table can be found here.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used in this piece.
Good for the Soul
“Go away.” the muffled voice tried to exclaim from beneath the pillow, the effect being ruined by a little fit of coughs.
The redhead frowned as she sat on the edge of the bed, a hot bowl of soup in her hands. “Come on Adam you have to eat something.”
“No” the muffled voice of the Canadian said again, one green eye peeked out from under the pillow. “Go away.”
Lita tried not laugh, she put the bowl of soup on the night stand and reached for his pillow. “You want to get better don’t you?” she asked, gently tugging on the pillow. “I made you some chicken soup, you have to eat it. It’s good for your soul like John likes to say.”
Adam lifted the pillow up slightly to stare at her, the woman recoiled slightly when he coughed. “It’s John’s fault I’m sick!” he whined, pulling the pillow back over his head. “Bastard just had to take a drink from my soda and then of course no one told me.”
Hazel eyes rolled as her sick boyfriend continued to mumble under his pillow. “Adam I’m telling you if you want to get any better you have to try some of my soup.”
“I told you I don’t wanna. Leave me alone.” He coughed again, groaning when he couldn’t fit back a sneeze.
Lita shook her head and pulled the pillow from over Adam’s head. Her hand ran through his hair as the blonde sniffled and frowned at her. “Listen to yourself, come on try some.” He shook his head and she pouted, “for me?”
Adam sighed in defeat and eyed the bowl on the night stand. “Fine but if I can’t keep it down it’s your fault for forcing me.”
A small smile appeared on the redhead lips and she leaned down to place a small kiss of the blondes forehead. “All I ask is that you at least try some.”
After he ate a few spoonfuls of soup Lita let him rest, the diva’s hand played through his hair. “See wasn’t so bad.”
“I guess so.” He mumbled, closing his eyes to try and get some sleep.
Lita turned her head to the opened door, when some one knocked. Adam’s tag team partner Randy stood in the doorway holding his stomach. “Li...I don’t feel so good.”
The redhead sighed before muttering under her breath. “John is so dead for this.”
End
Fandom: Wrestling
Characters/Pairings: Lita/Edge, minor appearance by Randy Orton
Word Count: 404
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: Whether he liked it or not, it would help him.
Author Notes: Fic #7 of 100. Prompt #82 - Chicken Soup. Prompt table can be found here.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used in this piece.
Good for the Soul
“Go away.” the muffled voice tried to exclaim from beneath the pillow, the effect being ruined by a little fit of coughs.
The redhead frowned as she sat on the edge of the bed, a hot bowl of soup in her hands. “Come on Adam you have to eat something.”
“No” the muffled voice of the Canadian said again, one green eye peeked out from under the pillow. “Go away.”
Lita tried not laugh, she put the bowl of soup on the night stand and reached for his pillow. “You want to get better don’t you?” she asked, gently tugging on the pillow. “I made you some chicken soup, you have to eat it. It’s good for your soul like John likes to say.”
Adam lifted the pillow up slightly to stare at her, the woman recoiled slightly when he coughed. “It’s John’s fault I’m sick!” he whined, pulling the pillow back over his head. “Bastard just had to take a drink from my soda and then of course no one told me.”
Hazel eyes rolled as her sick boyfriend continued to mumble under his pillow. “Adam I’m telling you if you want to get any better you have to try some of my soup.”
“I told you I don’t wanna. Leave me alone.” He coughed again, groaning when he couldn’t fit back a sneeze.
Lita shook her head and pulled the pillow from over Adam’s head. Her hand ran through his hair as the blonde sniffled and frowned at her. “Listen to yourself, come on try some.” He shook his head and she pouted, “for me?”
Adam sighed in defeat and eyed the bowl on the night stand. “Fine but if I can’t keep it down it’s your fault for forcing me.”
A small smile appeared on the redhead lips and she leaned down to place a small kiss of the blondes forehead. “All I ask is that you at least try some.”
After he ate a few spoonfuls of soup Lita let him rest, the diva’s hand played through his hair. “See wasn’t so bad.”
“I guess so.” He mumbled, closing his eyes to try and get some sleep.
Lita turned her head to the opened door, when some one knocked. Adam’s tag team partner Randy stood in the doorway holding his stomach. “Li...I don’t feel so good.”
The redhead sighed before muttering under her breath. “John is so dead for this.”
End