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A/N – Well, like I said in my other story, I've decided for some reason (lol) to write a bunch of one-shots, using many different couples. I'm going to be counting them to see how many I can get done :) I wonder how far I'll go before I get sick of it or run out of ideas… This is the first one and it's pretty short. The next will be longer.
So, here we go!!
#1
Pairing – Lita/Cena
Missing Underwear
"John, have you seen my underwear?" Amy 'Lita' Dumas shouted at her boyfriend, who was currently occupying the bathroom of their hotel room.
"No baby. Did you check under the bed?" He yelled back.
"Yeah, I checked everywhere!!"
"Wait, what underwear are we talkin' about here? Upper or lower?"
She rolled her eyes. "Lower!"
"Oh. Then I have no idea where they are."
Amy frowned, realizing he was implying that he had done something with her 'upper' underwear. "John, what the hell did you do with my bra!?"
She heard him laughing. "Nothin' babe. Just messin' with ya!"
She groaned. "So then where the hell is my thong!?"
"You checked your luggage, right?"
"Duh!!"
"And you already said you checked under the bed?"
"Yeah!"
"Did you check my luggage?"
"Why would my thong be in your luggage? John, is there something you need to tell me!?"
"What!? Aw hell naw!! There's no way in hell you're thinkin' that the WWE Champion wears women's underwear!!"
"Well the last time I checked, you're the Champ, so yeah I am!!"
"Well I don't!! I wear boxers!!" John yelled, sounding defensive.
She laughed. "I know John, it's called a joke."
"Well it aint a very funny joke when you call me a cross dresser!!"
Amy could tell by the tone in his voice that he wasn't really insulted. "Ok, whatever, Mr. 'Manly'. Can you please help me find my underwear now!?"
"Well, since you asked nicely…" He walked out of the bathroom, completely naked.
She raised an eyebrow. "John, you were in there twenty minutes and you didn't have the time to get dressed!?"
"Naw I had plenty of time. Problem was that I didn't have any clothes in there besides this thong, and I already told ya I don't swing that way." He said playfully, holding up her missing underwear.
"Jackass!!"
He didn't reply; he was too busy staring at her naked body.
"Nice…" He said, still staring hungrily at her.
"Double jackass!!" She yelled.
"You know," He said, still staring, "What I can't figure out is why you didn't just get another thong from your luggage."
"I don't have anything else I can wear because someone thought it would be fun to throw up in my duffle bag when he was drunk off his ass!!"
"Oh yeah…" John muttered. "Good old Randy…"
Amy walked up and snatched her thong from him, turning around to look at the clock while she put it on. "Why'd you steal my underwear anyway?"
"I thought it would be fun. Not to mention I got to see you naked."
She rolled her eyes. "You see me naked all the time!!"
"But not usually in the morning." He said in a thoughtful tone.
Amy groaned, realizing she was missing yet another important garment. "Now where the hell is my bra?"
When he was completely silent behind her, she narrowed her eyes. "John…" She began in a warning tone, "Did you take anything else I might need to get dressed?"
She turned around, just in time to see him disappear into the bathroom carrying something that looked an awful lot like the missing article of clothing.
"Damnit John!!"