Fic: Finding My Place (15/100, Lita/Not Telling, PG-13)
Title: Finding My Place
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not.
Rating: anywhere from G to R depending.
Pairings/Characters: Lita/Not Telling :P
Spoilers: No.
Series Summary: Life was an attempt to find her place.
Prompt: 75 - Water ;; Full Table
Word Count: 206
Notes: Just a reminder that these are not related, nor are they in chronological order. This one, however, will have a companion piece or two.
As the haziness of sleep slowly slips away, Lita becomes very aware that she is not alone in the hotel room. In addition to that, she's not alone in her bed.. bare legs tangled with legs decidedly more masculine beneath the sheets. An arm is draped over her waist, not holding her to the body behind her, but in a lazy fashion. Almost as an afterthought, in the sense that cuddling was probably the last thing on his mind before he fell asleep.
Wincing, as the headache starts, Lita carefully disentangles herself, suddenly protective of her modesty; despite the logical part of her that's clearly pointing out that modesty is far from an issue now. Even if her companion isn't awake yet, the redhead still covers herself as best she can before heading to the en-suite bathroom.
Bloodshot hazel eyes greet her in the mirror, her stomach lurching suddenly as the pounding in her head only intensifies with every second that she remains vertical.
Lita is fairly certain, at this point as she grips the counter as if it were a lifeline, that drinking rum like water, was probably not the wisest decision. A loud, pained groan from the bedroom area confirms this train of thought.
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not.
Rating: anywhere from G to R depending.
Pairings/Characters: Lita/Not Telling :P
Spoilers: No.
Series Summary: Life was an attempt to find her place.
Prompt: 75 - Water ;; Full Table
Word Count: 206
Notes: Just a reminder that these are not related, nor are they in chronological order. This one, however, will have a companion piece or two.
As the haziness of sleep slowly slips away, Lita becomes very aware that she is not alone in the hotel room. In addition to that, she's not alone in her bed.. bare legs tangled with legs decidedly more masculine beneath the sheets. An arm is draped over her waist, not holding her to the body behind her, but in a lazy fashion. Almost as an afterthought, in the sense that cuddling was probably the last thing on his mind before he fell asleep.
Wincing, as the headache starts, Lita carefully disentangles herself, suddenly protective of her modesty; despite the logical part of her that's clearly pointing out that modesty is far from an issue now. Even if her companion isn't awake yet, the redhead still covers herself as best she can before heading to the en-suite bathroom.
Bloodshot hazel eyes greet her in the mirror, her stomach lurching suddenly as the pounding in her head only intensifies with every second that she remains vertical.
Lita is fairly certain, at this point as she grips the counter as if it were a lifeline, that drinking rum like water, was probably not the wisest decision. A loud, pained groan from the bedroom area confirms this train of thought.