Fic: Paint 'Em (18/100) (Lita/Cena, 020, toes) for Lita_fics100 challenge
Title: Paint 'Em
Author: Karen U
Fandom: WWE
Characters: Lita/Cena
Prompt: 020, toes
Word Count: 292 - another drabble
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: John curses, Lita being gone
Summary: A quiet moment...
Table for challenge is here.
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She giggled as his hand stroked up the bottom of her foot, the woman kicking out at him. "John, stop it!"
"Me? You're the one that won't stop laughin' and movin' and shit. It's your fault if I mess this up."
"My fault? You're the one that's tickling the bottom of my feet. It's not my fault I'm ticklish. And you know it. You know I'm ticklish, so stop it!" she warned him, giving him a look. "John Felix Anthony Cena!"
"What? I'm bein' good."
"Oh, yeah, sure you are," she told him, eyeing him as she leaned against the headboard of their bed, her legs stretched out... John laying near the foot of the bed, one of her feet in his hand. He was no longer tickling her, instead holding her foot very carefully... A look of concentration on his face as he carefully applied the nail polish to her toenails.
"Remember, John, you're putting the polish on my toenails, not my entire toe," she told him as she felt the nail polish brush touch her skin, and he made a face at her before carefully fixing what he'd just done.
"You know, if you tell anybody I did this, I'm gonna tell 'em all how you dance around the room in your underwear singin' old eighties songs," he threatened, and Lita rolled her eyes as she looked at her boyfriend.
"Just shut up and paint my toenails, John. Unless, of course, you want me to show those pictures of you to Randy. I'm sure he'd be quite helpful in getting them on the Internet..." She smiled as John gave her a dirty look... The former diva relaxing completely against the headboard as John continued his task... This time in silence.
The End
Author: Karen U
Fandom: WWE
Characters: Lita/Cena
Prompt: 020, toes
Word Count: 292 - another drabble
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: John curses, Lita being gone
Summary: A quiet moment...
Table for challenge is here.
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
She giggled as his hand stroked up the bottom of her foot, the woman kicking out at him. "John, stop it!"
"Me? You're the one that won't stop laughin' and movin' and shit. It's your fault if I mess this up."
"My fault? You're the one that's tickling the bottom of my feet. It's not my fault I'm ticklish. And you know it. You know I'm ticklish, so stop it!" she warned him, giving him a look. "John Felix Anthony Cena!"
"What? I'm bein' good."
"Oh, yeah, sure you are," she told him, eyeing him as she leaned against the headboard of their bed, her legs stretched out... John laying near the foot of the bed, one of her feet in his hand. He was no longer tickling her, instead holding her foot very carefully... A look of concentration on his face as he carefully applied the nail polish to her toenails.
"Remember, John, you're putting the polish on my toenails, not my entire toe," she told him as she felt the nail polish brush touch her skin, and he made a face at her before carefully fixing what he'd just done.
"You know, if you tell anybody I did this, I'm gonna tell 'em all how you dance around the room in your underwear singin' old eighties songs," he threatened, and Lita rolled her eyes as she looked at her boyfriend.
"Just shut up and paint my toenails, John. Unless, of course, you want me to show those pictures of you to Randy. I'm sure he'd be quite helpful in getting them on the Internet..." She smiled as John gave her a dirty look... The former diva relaxing completely against the headboard as John continued his task... This time in silence.
The End