A/N: Yet another fic (even though it's super short)! As with my last one, this was written for the Holiday Challenge: Fall Theme (Challenge # 1) at lita_fics, at LJ. The pairing was Lita/CM Punk, & the prompt was "I'm not really one for tradition." I hope you like this! Please review!
Summary: Punk hates Christmas, Lita loves it. Where's the compromise?
"So," Lita said brightly as she settled herself into the driver's seat of her car. "I thought maybe we could do something different for the holidays this year."
CM Punk, who was sitting in the passenger's seat with his feet propped up on the dashboard, turned and flashed an amused smile.
"Such as….?" He questioned, his lip ring flashing as it caught the light.
"Well, Trish and Chris have this get-together every year," she began, and put a hand on Punk's shoulder to stop him from interrupting her when she saw the look of disdain on his face. "Now, before you say no, let me just say that it's totally a low-key affair. Nothing big, and definitely not like the corporate Christmas party." She handed him an invitation. "What do you think?"
Punk sighed and took the invitation from his girlfriend, his eyes scanning over it quickly. He handed it back to her.
"Thanks, but I think I'll have to pass." He held a hand up to stop the redhead from protesting against him. "Nothing personal, Ames, but you know I'm not really one for tradition." He scratched his chin. "I don't like being around people, you know that. Nothing against Trish or Chris, but spending time with them outside of work is not my idea of a good time."
"Does being an asshole come natural to you or do you just enjoy getting under my skin?" The redhead snapped.
"What? I'm just being honest. I told you that it was nothing personal." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "I'm just not a big holidays person, Ames, I never have been. You know that."
"Yeah," the woman sighed, defeated. "I just thought it might be nice to do something different for a change. Not that I don't like our routine of watching Christmas movies and burning our Christmas dinner beyond all recognition." She smoothed her hair out. "I thought it might be fun." She wasn't crushed, not really, just disappointed that she and monotony had become good friends. But Punk wasn't a people person, and neither was she, when she thought about it—Trish, Stacy, Torrie, and Victoria were really the only girls she talked to—so she guessed it wasn't that big a deal. If worst came to worst, she would just come up with an excuse as to why she and Punk couldn't come.
"OK, OK, you win," she groaned. "I'll tell them we can't come."
Punk smirked and sucked his lip ring into his mouth.
"Well, you're in luck, because I have a consolation prize for you." He paused, took in Lita's quizzical look, and continued, "I can think of other ways that we can entertain ourselves. Things that you can't do in front of company."
"Oh, please," Lita rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "You are not going to ruin my perpetually cheerful Christmas mood by using your masculine wiles."
A twinkle appeared in the man's eyes, but he said nothing.