Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been and never will be. I only lay claim to the plot.
Notes: A Lita/Punk ficlet, written for the litafics community on LiveJournal. This was originally published to my fic. journal on 5/22/09
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Lita knew that one day, some day, those two little words could very well get her into a world of trouble. She just didn't know how much trouble, what kind of trouble and if there would be a co-conspirator. So far, however, so good. But that was also because she was (mostly) careful about who she said the two condemning words to and when she said them.
Jeff Hardy, for example, always took it literally and there was an understanding between them that it was purely for humor. Or to mess with someone's head, depending on where he sunk his canines in. Jeff was the only one now who would still do it, but only after the two men had also come to an understanding.
Randy Orton, on the other hand, always took it as an open invitation to flirt and he would proceed to do until told otherwise. Plus, it wasn't like the redhead exactly minded when he would 'accidentally' leave an open mouthed kiss before and after. But that was in the past and it belonged in the past, Lita still considered Randy a good friend, of course, just without the privileges of open mouthed kisses on skin.
Mickie James, only on occasion, would do it when they wanted to be left alone at a club and she would do it with a saucy wink and a smirk. Both women had to wonder why a picture hadn't surfaced on myspace or flickr, but at least now they wouldn't have to worry about it as much as they didn't need to dissuade would be perusers.
This one, however, well he just did it whenever he felt like it and normally she wouldn't mind; but she had a public appearance for the Luchagors later that night and well... it wasn't exactly practical to wear a knit scarf in the middle of the summer. More importantly, he'd also eaten the accessory that she was wearing... once a pastel colored candy rainbow now reduced to floss on the floor of the living room.
Admittedly it had also been her own fault for telling him to bite her after he'd remarked that she looked good enough to eat.
Biting down on her lower lip, Lita wiped away the condensation that had formed on the bathroom mirror following her shower. Leaning forwards, she then tilted her head just slightly to examine the newest mark on her neck; "Damn it. You'd think I was a lunch buffet or something."
Leaning against the door, Punk crossed his arms, an eyebrow arching as he met his girlfriend's gaze in the mirror. "I wouldn't exactly call you that, but I wouldn't mind taking another bite."
Clutching the towel tighter around her body, Lita rolled her eyes. "I don't think so, pervert. Unless you're going to help me cover this up? Get out."
A look of amusement on his face, he stepped further in, "you're kicking me out of my own bathroom?"
"I don't need small distractions when I'm putting on make-up."
"Small distraction? That's not what you were saying twenty minutes ago."
Lita couldn't stop the moan from escaping her, "you're insatiable."
Punk smirked against her skin, "no, I just missed you." A pause as he nipped at an unblemished spot on her neck, "and its like I told you earlier, Li; you look good enough to eat."
Her retort died in the back of her throat as he proceeded to divest her of the towel, the former diva hoping she could find a scarf for that night's performance.