Fic: Finding My Place (20/100, Lita/Jericho, G)
Title: Finding My Place
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not.
Rating: anywhere from G to R depending.
Pairings/Characters: Lita/Jericho (implied); Trish, Victoria, Lilian, Mickie, Tyson, Edge, A.J, Christian and Jeff mentioned.
Spoilers: No.
Series Summary: Life was an attempt to find her place.
Prompt: 85 - Peace ;; Full Table
Word Count: 410
Notes: Just a reminder that these are not related, nor are they in chronological order.
It's amazing, Lita thinks, that some people can sleep in what looks like the most uncomfortable of places. It's well past midnight now and her living room closely resembles a sleepover. Sure, Mickie, Lilian, Victoria and Trish are actually sleeping in beds (or on air mattresses) in the guest rooms but the redhead only has so many guest rooms.
Christian, for example, is sitting up with his legs beneath the coffee table; back propped against the couch. And yet, his eyes are closed, he's snoring ever so slightly and breathing deep.
Edge also has his legs beneath the table, head pillowed against Christian's left shoulder while Jeff, who has his legs out to the side, is using Christian's right shoulder for a makeshift pillow.
It's almost too much for the redhead, Lita biting down on her lower lip to contain her giggle as she snaps a quick picture.. and then rolls her eyes as she recalls why the three men are sleeping on the floor in the first place. Granted, it hadn't been anything too graphic or overly violent, in fact they'd only played rock-paper-scissors.
Never mind the fact that Tyson had actually found a way to cheat, thus earning the couch for his sleeping spot. A.J Styles is curled up in one of the chairs.. but that's because he fell asleep first. And he paid the price for it, as indicated by the sharpie style facial hair and makeup.
And then there's Chris, who is also still awake, and currently drinking milk right out of the carton..
“You pig. You're not the only who drinks that.”
“Oink, oink. It's my milk, damn it.”
“Is your name on it?”
“No, but I did buy it remember? You told me to go grocery shopping and for more than just beer and munchies.”
“Chris.. that was months ago.”
“Maybe, but I thought you meant it for every time I'm over here.”
Lita concedes that point, yawning while she takes one last look over the sleeping wrestlers in the living room. She's already at the foot of the stairs when she turns her attention back to the blond Canadian.
It doesn't take too much longer before he's right behind her.
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not.
Rating: anywhere from G to R depending.
Pairings/Characters: Lita/Jericho (implied); Trish, Victoria, Lilian, Mickie, Tyson, Edge, A.J, Christian and Jeff mentioned.
Spoilers: No.
Series Summary: Life was an attempt to find her place.
Prompt: 85 - Peace ;; Full Table
Word Count: 410
Notes: Just a reminder that these are not related, nor are they in chronological order.
It's amazing, Lita thinks, that some people can sleep in what looks like the most uncomfortable of places. It's well past midnight now and her living room closely resembles a sleepover. Sure, Mickie, Lilian, Victoria and Trish are actually sleeping in beds (or on air mattresses) in the guest rooms but the redhead only has so many guest rooms.
Christian, for example, is sitting up with his legs beneath the coffee table; back propped against the couch. And yet, his eyes are closed, he's snoring ever so slightly and breathing deep.
Edge also has his legs beneath the table, head pillowed against Christian's left shoulder while Jeff, who has his legs out to the side, is using Christian's right shoulder for a makeshift pillow.
It's almost too much for the redhead, Lita biting down on her lower lip to contain her giggle as she snaps a quick picture.. and then rolls her eyes as she recalls why the three men are sleeping on the floor in the first place. Granted, it hadn't been anything too graphic or overly violent, in fact they'd only played rock-paper-scissors.
Never mind the fact that Tyson had actually found a way to cheat, thus earning the couch for his sleeping spot. A.J Styles is curled up in one of the chairs.. but that's because he fell asleep first. And he paid the price for it, as indicated by the sharpie style facial hair and makeup.
And then there's Chris, who is also still awake, and currently drinking milk right out of the carton..
“You pig. You're not the only who drinks that.”
“Oink, oink. It's my milk, damn it.”
“Is your name on it?”
“No, but I did buy it remember? You told me to go grocery shopping and for more than just beer and munchies.”
“Chris.. that was months ago.”
“Maybe, but I thought you meant it for every time I'm over here.”
Lita concedes that point, yawning while she takes one last look over the sleeping wrestlers in the living room. She's already at the foot of the stairs when she turns her attention back to the blond Canadian.
It doesn't take too much longer before he's right behind her.