Fic: Finding My Place (Lita/Randy, 59/100, PG-13)
Title: Finding My Place
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not.
Rating: anywhere from G to R depending.
Pairings/Characters: Lita/Randy; others mentioned
Spoilers: No, just using the fact that WrestleMania is in Atlanta
Series Summary: Life was an attempt to find her place.
Prompt: 51 - Bottle ;; Full Table
Word Count: 415
Notes: Not related to anything else in this set
She doesn’t know how this started, but she does know why… or at least why this particular gathering of people is in one hotel suite. Lita, to be specific, is seated between Randy Orton and John Cena; though currently, the West Newbury native seems more interested in making innuendo filled comments towards Eve Torres, who’s seated on his right.
That still doesn’t explain why they’re all seated in a circle, at 2:00 am in the morning, with an empty beer bottle in the center.
The redhead is fairly certain that the bottle won’t make a full rotation, but she supposes that might be part of the point.
“So…” A newly returned and surprisingly sober Triple H begins, “who’s spinning first?”
“I still don’t see why we’re doing this in the first place,” Randy speaks, arching an eyebrow. “Especially when that stupid bottle isn’t going to go fully around.”
“Or when some apparently can’t wait,” Melina points out, smirking at the clearly occupied John Cena and Eve Torres. “Maybe we should just, shrink the circle and then start?”
Lita nodded her agreement, now finding herself between Edge and Randy.
Hunter cleared his throat, “right, well… how about the skeptic goes first, hmm?”
Randy rolled his eyes, “yeah whatever, might as well get this over with,” and then he reached for the bottle, the amber object spinning precariously and actually making a full rotation before pointing towards the redhead.
Hunter smirked, “you know, kid, since you were so reluctant… you could just pass this turn to someone else.”
“I don’t think so,” Randy replied and then turned to the former diva.
“I’m kinda with Hunter on this,” Lita said, hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. “I mean, you weren’t so enthusiastic about the whole idea. I’m not even sure if you really deserve a kiss.”
The blue eyed wrestler wiggled his eyebrows, “surely you can’t deny me just one kiss. A belated one for my birthday?”
Lita sighed, pushing her hair back from her face, “well when you put it that way…” She leaned towards him, eyes closing before her lips landed softly on his cheek. “There you go.”
“I don’t think so,” Randy muttered, loud enough for her to hear, hands moving to cup the woman’s face and bringing his mouth to hers. He kept the kiss light at first before applying just enough pressure, his tongue darting out to caress the seam of her lips.
Neither of Randy nor Lita noticed when the circle shrunk again.
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not.
Rating: anywhere from G to R depending.
Pairings/Characters: Lita/Randy; others mentioned
Spoilers: No, just using the fact that WrestleMania is in Atlanta
Series Summary: Life was an attempt to find her place.
Prompt: 51 - Bottle ;; Full Table
Word Count: 415
Notes: Not related to anything else in this set
She doesn’t know how this started, but she does know why… or at least why this particular gathering of people is in one hotel suite. Lita, to be specific, is seated between Randy Orton and John Cena; though currently, the West Newbury native seems more interested in making innuendo filled comments towards Eve Torres, who’s seated on his right.
That still doesn’t explain why they’re all seated in a circle, at 2:00 am in the morning, with an empty beer bottle in the center.
The redhead is fairly certain that the bottle won’t make a full rotation, but she supposes that might be part of the point.
“So…” A newly returned and surprisingly sober Triple H begins, “who’s spinning first?”
“I still don’t see why we’re doing this in the first place,” Randy speaks, arching an eyebrow. “Especially when that stupid bottle isn’t going to go fully around.”
“Or when some apparently can’t wait,” Melina points out, smirking at the clearly occupied John Cena and Eve Torres. “Maybe we should just, shrink the circle and then start?”
Lita nodded her agreement, now finding herself between Edge and Randy.
Hunter cleared his throat, “right, well… how about the skeptic goes first, hmm?”
Randy rolled his eyes, “yeah whatever, might as well get this over with,” and then he reached for the bottle, the amber object spinning precariously and actually making a full rotation before pointing towards the redhead.
Hunter smirked, “you know, kid, since you were so reluctant… you could just pass this turn to someone else.”
“I don’t think so,” Randy replied and then turned to the former diva.
“I’m kinda with Hunter on this,” Lita said, hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. “I mean, you weren’t so enthusiastic about the whole idea. I’m not even sure if you really deserve a kiss.”
The blue eyed wrestler wiggled his eyebrows, “surely you can’t deny me just one kiss. A belated one for my birthday?”
Lita sighed, pushing her hair back from her face, “well when you put it that way…” She leaned towards him, eyes closing before her lips landed softly on his cheek. “There you go.”
“I don’t think so,” Randy muttered, loud enough for her to hear, hands moving to cup the woman’s face and bringing his mouth to hers. He kept the kiss light at first before applying just enough pressure, his tongue darting out to caress the seam of her lips.
Neither of Randy nor Lita noticed when the circle shrunk again.