TITLE: what are we exactly?
AUTHOR: Pepper
RATING: PG because WWE said so.
PAIRING: Randy Orton and CM Punk
WARNINGS: Sleepiness, talk of past sex, musing punkers, etc.
P.O.V: Punk's POV
DATE WRITTEN: June 7th 2012 written in 15 minutes because I timed it for no reason lol
SUMMARY: He doesn't know how to love. But neither do I. Maybe that's how we're together. If you could call our union 'being together'.. But at least I know that we're happy.
AUTHOR NOTES: I hope this doesn't suck- I say that with every fanfic i post oh myldodssa
I'm awake for some reason, and I can't stop thinking. You know.. about..us. Me and Randall. What are we exactly? He holds me down, does what he pleases and knows would please me, he yells and hurts and snaps and scares me.
He doesn't know how to love. But neither do I. I only know how to smile and use the word love, hold close what I need to and push away the rest. Sometimes I feel that we should be called ...partners? Boyfriend..s?
The word is a bit too sweet and sugary for me, especially now as I lay in bed with a sociopath who talks of mutilation like a teenage girl talks of the things she cares about, a child talking about kittens. Randall is insane. But so am I. I mean, to a lesser degree, but what kind of sane man agrees to look like some psycho Jesus Christ figure that shaves heads and preaches and smiles creepily about most things? Oh yeah none.
That's why I did. And what sane man would fall to
(for?)
a crazed man who hears voices and actually takes their advice and acts on their demands and needs, and walks and hisses when angry like some fucked up snake? Yeah none.
None. That's why I did. I fell to
(for?)
this crazed bastard who stomps and chokes people and ruins lives.
Who keeps me at his side no matter how much I annoy him. Who let me call him by his real name, and who is mindful of my pain and makes me sleep and keeps nightmares and everyone I hate away. I fell for this crazy bastard who looks at me every time, every day, like I'm some fantastic piece of art like he is. Wait did I just use 'for' instead of 'to'? I shake my head and smile without being able to stop myself, and I turn and face Randall's side.
I realize I can't stop smiling. So I let myself do just that as I shift closer to him, and I wrap my arm over his chest and start to feel the burning of sleep in the back of my eyes again. I hear him sigh and mutter something, and he turns towards me, quite literally throws his arm around my waist and pulls me close. I blink a little, then settle again, very tired and calm for someone wrapped in the arms of a mad reptilian sex god. Oh wow did I just say that too?
I decide I don't mind what honesty slips out of my sleepy mind and I press a barely-there kiss to Randall's collarbone and start to fall asleep. Wait but I haven't figured out my earlier question! What are we? Well.. I start wondering again but my train of thought and deep memory dissection was soon derailed as I felt Randall press a replying kiss at the top of my head, and I can feel his lips bow in a smile.
It was small, but I could feel it there. And it makes my smile come back full-force. Well. I guess you could say that we're happy. Yeah.
We're happy, scales, smiles, violence, awkward loving gestures and all.