Fic: Photographs (Lita/Punk) PG
Title: Photographs
Pairing: Lita/Punk
Rating: PG
Complete: Yes
Genre: Fluff
Prompt: 007. Photograph//Table
Summary: Lita is a photo-taker, a shutter bug and there is one photo in particular which is her favourite.
Warnings: Schmoopy.
Not many people knew this but Amy was a big time photo-taker and the wall of her study and the albums on the shelves were a testimony of that.
She had taken pictures of all the big moments in her life, and many of the small ones.
Pictures of her with her best friends, with Trish, with Jeff, pictures of almost every experience in her life, even the bad ones (like Matt) because they allowed her to grow.
There were pictures with Adam, pictures with the other divas, pictures with the band.
Whenever anyone commented on her “wall of fame” or “wall of infamy” as Phil liked to call it she would say she didn't have a favourite photo, that they were all her favourites because they documented her life as she'd lived it so that she could always look back for strength while heading into the future.
She does though, have a favourite but it's not one she would ever let anyone know about, and certainly not Phil.
It's obvious which one it is though, to anyone that looks. It's in the centre.
The two of them had been sitting in the back seat of a car, on their way to a show while Adam drove and Jay manned the radio.
She had been tired, exhausted really because it had been so long since she had been on the road for anything and she'd found herself nodding off to sleep when an arm had looped over her shoulders and pulled her close. She'd woken up to Phil asleep, his head resting lightly on top of hers and her head on his shoulder.
Jay had taken the picture, and despite the usual joking neither Adam or him had said anything about it, seeming to understand something unspoken. He had given her the picture on her birthday in a beautiful mahogany frame and she'd promptly put it in the centre of the wall.
Amy didn't know how long she'd had feelings for Phil, but couldn't deny she was reluctant to get involved with another wrestler, especially considering she herself only wrestled part time.
A throat clearing startled her and she whirled around in her desk-chair from where she had been writing out e-mails to her mother. “You're awake,” she smiled at Phil as he stepped into the room.
Phil nodded and yawned, shoving his hair out of his eyes she couldn't help but melt inside at the sight and winced because it was such a girly thing to do. He just looked good when he'd just woken up, and was rumpled and the dark circles under his eyes were beginning to vanish.
“Yeah,” he nodded his head and made his way over to her, leaning down he put his hands on the arms of her chair. “My favourite,” he pointed to the picture before kissing her softly.
Amy was startled again but returned the kiss. This was definitely something she wouldn't need a picture to remember.
Pairing: Lita/Punk
Rating: PG
Complete: Yes
Genre: Fluff
Prompt: 007. Photograph//Table
Summary: Lita is a photo-taker, a shutter bug and there is one photo in particular which is her favourite.
Warnings: Schmoopy.
Not many people knew this but Amy was a big time photo-taker and the wall of her study and the albums on the shelves were a testimony of that.
She had taken pictures of all the big moments in her life, and many of the small ones.
Pictures of her with her best friends, with Trish, with Jeff, pictures of almost every experience in her life, even the bad ones (like Matt) because they allowed her to grow.
There were pictures with Adam, pictures with the other divas, pictures with the band.
Whenever anyone commented on her “wall of fame” or “wall of infamy” as Phil liked to call it she would say she didn't have a favourite photo, that they were all her favourites because they documented her life as she'd lived it so that she could always look back for strength while heading into the future.
She does though, have a favourite but it's not one she would ever let anyone know about, and certainly not Phil.
It's obvious which one it is though, to anyone that looks. It's in the centre.
The two of them had been sitting in the back seat of a car, on their way to a show while Adam drove and Jay manned the radio.
She had been tired, exhausted really because it had been so long since she had been on the road for anything and she'd found herself nodding off to sleep when an arm had looped over her shoulders and pulled her close. She'd woken up to Phil asleep, his head resting lightly on top of hers and her head on his shoulder.
Jay had taken the picture, and despite the usual joking neither Adam or him had said anything about it, seeming to understand something unspoken. He had given her the picture on her birthday in a beautiful mahogany frame and she'd promptly put it in the centre of the wall.
Amy didn't know how long she'd had feelings for Phil, but couldn't deny she was reluctant to get involved with another wrestler, especially considering she herself only wrestled part time.
A throat clearing startled her and she whirled around in her desk-chair from where she had been writing out e-mails to her mother. “You're awake,” she smiled at Phil as he stepped into the room.
Phil nodded and yawned, shoving his hair out of his eyes she couldn't help but melt inside at the sight and winced because it was such a girly thing to do. He just looked good when he'd just woken up, and was rumpled and the dark circles under his eyes were beginning to vanish.
“Yeah,” he nodded his head and made his way over to her, leaning down he put his hands on the arms of her chair. “My favourite,” he pointed to the picture before kissing her softly.
Amy was startled again but returned the kiss. This was definitely something she wouldn't need a picture to remember.