Cartoons
Author: Kamikazee
Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Warnings: No warnings
Category: WWE
Spoilers: No spoilers
Summary: A couple spends the morning watching cartoons.
Archive: Fanfiction.net, Personal Space, H-L-A. Anyone else, just e-mail me an URL and I would be happy to let you post it.
Author's Notes: This was just the result of me having a great desire to write something fluffy. I've been writing a lot of more angsty suff lately and I wanted to do something light.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any of the persona's developed by the WWE. Nor is this a reflection on the preferences of the real people who portray them. Also, X-Men is not my property, it is Marvel's.
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The man, known to many as the Game, was slowly awakening. Unconsciously, he reached out for the warm female body he knew was on the other side of his bed. When his hand found nothing but rumpled sheets a frown creased his handsome features.
With great effort, the blonde man opened his eyes, wincing at the sunlight that filled the room. The other side of the bed was indeed empty of its usual occupant. With a grown of impatience Triple H pulled himself out from underneath the mountain of covers.
Walking over to the door, he opened it and headed into the hallway. Once outside of the bedroom, it was easy to pinpoint where his missing redhead had gone. Noise and a slight glow emanated from the living room; she was watching television.
As he entered the room, he found her curled on the couch, scarlet hair askew and clad in a pale blue pyjama set. A smile graced his face as he took in her form. He stepped across the room to settle on the couch beside her.
"Hey," was his soft greeting as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. She settled comfortably before turning her attention back to the t.v.
"Why are you up so early?" his attempt at conversation was cut short as she turned around and placed a soft kiss on his lips. When she pulled away he let out a groan and tried to pull the diva back. For her part, she let out a short laugh.
"Shhh." she told him, placing a finger over his lips, "I'm trying to watch t.v." Without further explanation, she once again turned back to the object of her interest.
"Now, what exactly is so important that you had to get up and leave bed?" He inquired as he finally turned his attention to the program currently playing. "X-Men? Baby, you're watching cartoons?"
The fire haired diva stuck her tongue out in his general direction, "I'll have you know this is quality programming. I grew up watching this show."
"Really," came Hunter's reply, his trademark smirk in place as he looked down at the beauty in his arms.
"Really," she confirmed, "When I was a kid, I always used to wish I was Jean Grey. I mean, she was kickass. And she had red hair."
The two settled into a comfortable silence as they watched the adventure unfold. It wasn't until the end of the show that Triple H voiced a question.
"Lita?" the voice was smooth; carrying the good humour that few knew the man possessed.
"Ummm." the redhead's reply was vague as she remained fixed on the television.
"If you're Jean Grey, does that make me Cyclops?" The question was voiced in a playfully sarcastic tone.
Lita snickered at the absurdity, turning to look up at the man she had come to love. "Nahh. you're more of a Wolverine."
Author: Kamikazee
Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Warnings: No warnings
Category: WWE
Spoilers: No spoilers
Summary: A couple spends the morning watching cartoons.
Archive: Fanfiction.net, Personal Space, H-L-A. Anyone else, just e-mail me an URL and I would be happy to let you post it.
Author's Notes: This was just the result of me having a great desire to write something fluffy. I've been writing a lot of more angsty suff lately and I wanted to do something light.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any of the persona's developed by the WWE. Nor is this a reflection on the preferences of the real people who portray them. Also, X-Men is not my property, it is Marvel's.
~
The man, known to many as the Game, was slowly awakening. Unconsciously, he reached out for the warm female body he knew was on the other side of his bed. When his hand found nothing but rumpled sheets a frown creased his handsome features.
With great effort, the blonde man opened his eyes, wincing at the sunlight that filled the room. The other side of the bed was indeed empty of its usual occupant. With a grown of impatience Triple H pulled himself out from underneath the mountain of covers.
Walking over to the door, he opened it and headed into the hallway. Once outside of the bedroom, it was easy to pinpoint where his missing redhead had gone. Noise and a slight glow emanated from the living room; she was watching television.
As he entered the room, he found her curled on the couch, scarlet hair askew and clad in a pale blue pyjama set. A smile graced his face as he took in her form. He stepped across the room to settle on the couch beside her.
"Hey," was his soft greeting as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. She settled comfortably before turning her attention back to the t.v.
"Why are you up so early?" his attempt at conversation was cut short as she turned around and placed a soft kiss on his lips. When she pulled away he let out a groan and tried to pull the diva back. For her part, she let out a short laugh.
"Shhh." she told him, placing a finger over his lips, "I'm trying to watch t.v." Without further explanation, she once again turned back to the object of her interest.
"Now, what exactly is so important that you had to get up and leave bed?" He inquired as he finally turned his attention to the program currently playing. "X-Men? Baby, you're watching cartoons?"
The fire haired diva stuck her tongue out in his general direction, "I'll have you know this is quality programming. I grew up watching this show."
"Really," came Hunter's reply, his trademark smirk in place as he looked down at the beauty in his arms.
"Really," she confirmed, "When I was a kid, I always used to wish I was Jean Grey. I mean, she was kickass. And she had red hair."
The two settled into a comfortable silence as they watched the adventure unfold. It wasn't until the end of the show that Triple H voiced a question.
"Lita?" the voice was smooth; carrying the good humour that few knew the man possessed.
"Ummm." the redhead's reply was vague as she remained fixed on the television.
"If you're Jean Grey, does that make me Cyclops?" The question was voiced in a playfully sarcastic tone.
Lita snickered at the absurdity, turning to look up at the man she had come to love. "Nahh. you're more of a Wolverine."