Fic: Tipsy 1/1 (Punk/Lita) PG
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so_few_wordsTitle: Tipsy
Pairing: Lita/Punk
Rating: PG
Complete: Yes
Genre: Het, fluff
Prompt:17. Red wine
Summary:Punk knows she's been out with Trish because she only gets this tipsy from red wine.
Part Seven of Drunk then Dating.
“You’ve been out with Trish again, haven't you?” Phil murmured, supporting her as they walked toward the hotel. He’d been surprised to find her sitting on the bench outside, but couldn’t help himself as he smiled at the sight of her even if she was tipsy.
“How do you know?” Amy asked, leaning into him with a soft laugh, tilting her head to the side as she hugged his arm to her side and laughed again.
Phil rolled his eyes, sighing softly as he did so. He didn’t really mind her drinking, not as much as he minded other people and had to admit it was a source of amusement when she got all giggly and relaxed like this.
“Because you’re only this giggly when you’ve been drinking red wine and you only drink red wine when you’re with Trish,” Phil slipped his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “Now what are you doing here?”
“You don’t want me here?” Amy asked him right before she tripped and almost fell on her face.
“Of course I want you here,” Phil replied as he laughed. “But you’re not on this show.”
“Yes I am,” Amy nodded, smiling up at him.
“You are?” Phil asked her. “Where is your stuff then? Your bags?”
Amy leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. “In your room.”
“When were you in my room?” Phil was shocked, had she been in there before he’d left the second time to go to the gym and he just hadn’t noticed her bags.
“At about 4, then Trish came and picked me up,” Amy explained, snuggling into his side she sighed happily as they stepped into the elevator.
“Oh, good,” Phil nodded his head happy that he wasn’t apparently completely unaware of his surroundings.
Amy nodded as well, gripping his t-shirt in one hand now. “Do you mind?”
“Mind you staying with me? Hell no,” Phil replied, kissing the top of her head and unlocking the door. “Sit down before your fall down,” he lead her over to the bed and helped her get comfortable, kneeling next to the bed to look into her eyes as she swayed drunkenly toward him.
“Now here is the important question,” Phil told her, meeting her eyes with a solemn look on his face. “Do you feel like you may vomit?”
Amy shook her head and smiled when he got up on the bed, curling up into his body. “Just wanna stay here for a little while like this, then coffee.”
“Okay,” Phil agreed, stroking her hair mindlessly.
“I love you,” Amy murmured into Phil’s shirt, her eyes sliding shut.
Phil smiled to himself, nodding his head as she drifted off into a deep sleep. “I love you too,” his voice was a little harsher than he would have liked but the emotion was fueling it.
Amy smiled in her sleep, still gripping his shirt in one hand as she did so, drunk and content.
Pairing: Lita/Punk
Rating: PG
Complete: Yes
Genre: Het, fluff
Prompt:17. Red wine
Summary:Punk knows she's been out with Trish because she only gets this tipsy from red wine.
Part Seven of Drunk then Dating.
“You’ve been out with Trish again, haven't you?” Phil murmured, supporting her as they walked toward the hotel. He’d been surprised to find her sitting on the bench outside, but couldn’t help himself as he smiled at the sight of her even if she was tipsy.
“How do you know?” Amy asked, leaning into him with a soft laugh, tilting her head to the side as she hugged his arm to her side and laughed again.
Phil rolled his eyes, sighing softly as he did so. He didn’t really mind her drinking, not as much as he minded other people and had to admit it was a source of amusement when she got all giggly and relaxed like this.
“Because you’re only this giggly when you’ve been drinking red wine and you only drink red wine when you’re with Trish,” Phil slipped his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “Now what are you doing here?”
“You don’t want me here?” Amy asked him right before she tripped and almost fell on her face.
“Of course I want you here,” Phil replied as he laughed. “But you’re not on this show.”
“Yes I am,” Amy nodded, smiling up at him.
“You are?” Phil asked her. “Where is your stuff then? Your bags?”
Amy leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. “In your room.”
“When were you in my room?” Phil was shocked, had she been in there before he’d left the second time to go to the gym and he just hadn’t noticed her bags.
“At about 4, then Trish came and picked me up,” Amy explained, snuggling into his side she sighed happily as they stepped into the elevator.
“Oh, good,” Phil nodded his head happy that he wasn’t apparently completely unaware of his surroundings.
Amy nodded as well, gripping his t-shirt in one hand now. “Do you mind?”
“Mind you staying with me? Hell no,” Phil replied, kissing the top of her head and unlocking the door. “Sit down before your fall down,” he lead her over to the bed and helped her get comfortable, kneeling next to the bed to look into her eyes as she swayed drunkenly toward him.
“Now here is the important question,” Phil told her, meeting her eyes with a solemn look on his face. “Do you feel like you may vomit?”
Amy shook her head and smiled when he got up on the bed, curling up into his body. “Just wanna stay here for a little while like this, then coffee.”
“Okay,” Phil agreed, stroking her hair mindlessly.
“I love you,” Amy murmured into Phil’s shirt, her eyes sliding shut.
Phil smiled to himself, nodding his head as she drifted off into a deep sleep. “I love you too,” his voice was a little harsher than he would have liked but the emotion was fueling it.
Amy smiled in her sleep, still gripping his shirt in one hand as she did so, drunk and content.
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