Title: Finding My Place
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not.
Rating: anywhere from G to R depending.
Pairings/Characters: Lita/Punk
Spoilers: Not really.
Series Summary: Life was an attempt to find her place.
Prompt: #013 - Fright ;;
Full TableNotes: Nothing new to add at this time
Lita is with Punk at the house show though she hasn’t exactly announced that she was going to be there. She’s wearing another hoodie that used to belong solely to him but has now become theirs and walking through the hallways of the arena. Because of the iPod she’s borrowed, having left hers on the bus and not wanting to go back and get it, she can’t hear the approaching footstep. Lita doesn’t even realize that she’s not alone until a hand grabs her wrist, yanking her towards an empty locker room.
Before she can say a word, familiar lips are covering hers as Lita’s back is pressed tightly to the now locked door.
“You know, if you were trying to frighten me… it might work better if you didn’t kiss me.” Lita arched an eyebrow at the tattooed wrestler in front of her. “Just a word of advice,” she added, removing the earbuds from her ears.
“Maybe I just wanted to do this,” Punk retorted, leaning in to kiss the smooth column of her neck. “Next time I’ll try for more stealth.”
Lita rolled her eyes a little, thumbs hooking into the belt loop of his jeans. “Don’t you have a match to get ready for?”
Punk smirked against her skin, bringing his mouth back to hers for another kiss before he spoke. “I do, but if I want to get ready, I need my iPod. You haven’t seen Grimlock, have you?”
Lita shrugged, knowing that he knew full well where his iPod had disappeared to, “what makes you think I’d know?”
“Oh, I don’t know… a guess, maybe.” He trailed his thumb along her jaw, dipping towards the zipper of the hoodie, toying with the piece between his index finger and thumb. “And unless you’re wearing a wire, I’m going to guess that my iPod is clipped to your bra.”
“Close,” the former WWE diva concedes, and at the suggestive look in his eyes she snorted softly. “Not like that, you pervert. I’m wearing a tank-top.”
Punk frowned a little, “you’re always ruining my fun.”
“And you still have to get ready for your match.”
“Want to help me stretch?”
“Not in the way that you’re thinking,” Lita said first and then rolled her eyes when he actually pouted at her. “But I’ll make it up to you later.”
With that, she takes one more kiss, the former diva not quite taking his hand in hers but loosely linking their fingers together as they exit the locker room.