Author: Startingline722
Title: Leather Pants OneShot.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors Note: This is my first story in about a little over a year, so it is a little rusty. Feel free to tell me how you feel, no matter what you think. Enjoy! Italics mean thoughts
"Introducing first from San Antonio, Texas, The Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels...
Damn, look at that man move. He sure knows how to make a woman hot... Wait what am I thinking! I can't be thinking about this now.
"and his opponent, weighing in at 247 pounds from Green Bay, Wisconsin, Mr. Kennedy!" Lilian Garcia exclaimed.
She hurried out of the ring, but not before passing Shawn.
Wow, he smells good today. God all I want to do is reach out and grab him. Jesus Lil, pull yourself together. You are acting like a creepy fan girl of even worse a whorish ring rat.
Lilian ran to her chair and sat down.
"Are you okay? You look a little flushed.", Marc the timekeeper asked.
"I'm fine!", Lilian snapped.
Come on Lilian get your act together. Stop thinking about Shawn and study what you have to announce next. Ok, Jeff Hardy, 225 pounds, Cameron, North Carolina, Interco... Oh my god, Shawn is coming this way!
Shawn was walking around the ring, beating the hell out of Mr. Kennedy. As he was walking by JR, The King, and Lilian, he winked at her.
Oh Shit, he knows how I am feeling. He is going to make fun of me now. Why could I not keep my hormones in check? This is going to be so awkward!
Later After Raw
As Lilian walked back stage after saying goodnight to all the fans, a pair of arms shot out and grabbed her.
"I know what you were thinking about out there, Mrs. Garcia-Michaels."
Lilian smirked as she turned to face her husband. "I can't help it Shawn, you look so good in those damn leather pants."