Title: Bliss and Bows (1/1)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: PG-13/T
Spoilers: I highly doubt.
Pairing/Characters: Lita/Randy, John Cena
Summary: Lita is happy. So is Randy. John is not.
Notes: A response to the Emotions/Moods challenge by justagirl8225 (posted at the LitaRandyFic yahoo group). Hopefully there'll be 10 one shots that have nothing to do with each other… there will be an emotion or a mood as a theme for each one shot… So the ratings and pairings might vary. And probably will. Though I have a thing for the Lita/Randy pairing, so... you can probably expect that much. This first one shot has the theme happy.
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"Hey, Johnnie boy," Lita said cheerfully as she bounced into the locker room and flopped down on the couch next to the WWE champion, who sent a glare her way.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" He asked ruefully, Lita sending him a bright smile.
"Many times," she answered, leaning down on the couch. "But since when have I ever listened to you?"
"Can't say I remember," he said truthfully, then raised a brow at her. "What's up with the happy face? Can't remember seeing you this
giddy before."
"I'm sorry, did you just say 'giddy'?" Lita let out a laugh and the man rolled his eyes, mumbling something and Lita smirked. "That is so
going to damage your credibility. But don't you worry, dear friend of mine," Lita said, patting him on the shoulder. "I won't tell anyone."
"Whatever," he said, then fixed his gaze on her. "But seriously, what's happened to you? Ya taken some sort of happy gas or some shit
like that, or what? 'Cause last I checked you were moping somewhere in that god-awful pit Hardy likes to call his home."
Lita waved it off, draping her arms over the back of the couch. "Nah, no happy gas, and no moping either. We're over that. It was just a
little disagreement."
"A little disagreement?" John snorted in disbelief. "Ya two were terrorizing the whole arena last week with the way you stomped around, yelling at everyone who were unlucky enough to cross your paths. I woulda called it something more than a little disagreement."
"We were not that bad," Lita denied and he sent a look her way.
"What?" Lita asked, her brow furrowed.
"Golden boy got to ya, didn't he?"
"Excuse me?"
He rolled his eyes again. "Orton. Did he buy you a five grand bouquet of roses or maybe sing you a little song, or what? Cause it seems to me you're back with him again."
"Actually," Lita said slowly, a smile spreading across her face as John reached out to take a sip of water from a bottle she hadn't noticed before. "He asked me to marry him."
The water burst out of his mouth at that, the man blinking when he turned his head to her. "Say what?"
"And I said yes," the redhead almost squealed. "I'm getting married."
"No roses?"
"Can you believe it, John," her voice sounded a bit dreamy and she reached out to take his hand in hers. "I'm actually going to get
married."
"Actually I can't," he said, looking at her sideways. "Are you sure it was Orton who did the proposing?"
She squeezed his hand. "You can be the best man! I'm sure Randy's okay with that. But you have to wear a tux, understand? Nobody's
going to waltz around in my wedding in a pair of shorts and a jersey."
"Now wait just a – "
It was at that moment when the groom decided to walk into the room, the tall man raising a brow at the two friends, noting their joined hands. "Still trying to steal my girl, are you, Cena?" He smirked slightly. "Or should I say, my fiancé."
Lita sent a dazzling smile to her husband-to-be, hopping up from the couch and walking over to him, instantly wrapping her arms around his neck, tiptoeing herself to greet him with a sweet kiss on the lips.
He slipped his arm around her waist, bringing her closer. Pulling back, he lifted a hand to her face, his fingers tracing a way down her cheek. Her hazel eyes were shining. He smiled, opening his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted.
"So, she wasn't kidding?" John's voice rang out, a rather disbelieving tone to it. "You're actually plannin' on getting married?"
The couple turned their attention back to the forgotten WWE champion, who looked at them like he thought they were lying through their teeth. "Johnnie boy here promised to be the best man," Lita said, grinning at the dirty look she received from the man in question. "I think we should make him wear a little red bow as well. Wouldn't that be the cutest thing?"
"Hell no, I ain't – "
Randy smirked, enjoying the baffled expression on his friend's face. "I'm sure it would suit him. Why don't we add those old- fashioned gloves in it as well, I think they would fit well with the bow."
"Oh, good idea," Lita said cheerfully, slanting a glance at the now sulking WWE champion. She sent him a compassionate smile - or tried.
A grin forced its way back to her face, ruining the attempt.
"I'm sorry, John," Lita said, her voice sounding less than sincere as she grasped her fiancé's hand and led him to the couch. "We didn't
mean to make fun of you."
"I did," Randy put in, and she elbowed him a bit, the man falling silent.
Lita looked at John with a serious expression, grasping his hand in hers, the woman now sitting between the two wrestlers. "Although you would look really cute with that bow," she said, a smile spreading across her face, Randy snorting next to her.
"Okay, that's it," John declared, getting up from the couch and striding over to the door of the locker room. "I'm outta here."
Just before he stepped through the door, Randy called after him with a smirk. "Just remember the colour when you go buy that bow, we wouldn't want you to show up with the wrong one, now would we!"
John growled something under his breath, before he vanished through the door, leaving the two alone in the locker room.
"And I thought he would never leave," Randy said, leaning down on the couch and pulling her close to him, the woman snuggling to his side.
"His tolerance has grown," Lita said as an explanation, the diva smirking slightly. "Before, you only had to mention a suit and he was
out of the door. I'm surprised the bow didn't completely set him off."
Randy snickered. "Somehow the thought of him wearing a big ugly bow makes me rather happy."
Lita raised a brow, turning her head to look at him. "Is that all that makes you happy?"
He grew serious. "Yes. The essence of my happiness depends entirely on what Cena wears."
Lita smacked his arm slightly. "Not funny."
He broke into a smile. "No? And I thought I was being very clever."
"You weren't," Lita informed him with a smile, looking at him expectantly when his expression turned serious once more.
"You know I love you, don't you?" He asked, gazing deeply into her eyes.
She nodded, squeezing his hand a bit. "The ring was a slight giveaway, you know," she said with a smile, lifting her left hand and waving the shining object in front of her. "Plus, you've been telling me that every day from the day you slipped this ring in my finger." She looked thoughtful for a second. "That still doesn't mean you get to quit saying that once we're married. Because, you know, I love you too, and I will not tolerate any... quittings."
"I was just checking," he said, chuckling, the man resting his chin on top of her head. "And don't worry, I'm never going to get tired of saying that."
A comfortable silence wrapped itself around them, the woman playing with the fabric of his shirt, before glancing back up at him. "Randy?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm happy."
"Me too, babe," he said, smiling, before he leaned down to brush his mouth against hers. "Me too."