Title: Diva Holiday Cheer
Rating: Ermm, I think it'll be M by the endd
Pairing: Too many to mention lol some unorthodox pairings in here lol
Disclaimer: We don't own them
Summary: The Diva's attend Trish and Lita's Christmas Party. This is femslash, a lot of femslash, so if you don't like femslash, don't read this!
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Amy whimpers, her eyes fluttering open to hazily register that her fiancé's body was partially covering hers and the full lips pressed against her neck were definitely the cause of her sudden arousal.
"Merry Christmas baby," the words are muffled against her flushed flesh, but Amy hears them clear enough.
Amy breathes out a contented sigh as Trish nips at her skin covering her shapely collarbone.
"Is this my Christmas present?" She asks with a grin because if it is, Trish really need not buy her a Christmas gift ever again; this would totally do.
Trish chuckles, the breathy vibration against Amy's flesh sending a shiver down her spine.
"It's not but-"
"Amy! Trish! Wake up!"
Amy groans, her arms wrapping around Trish's waist because she doesn't want her move, especially because of this interruption.
"Remind me why he's here again." She says with a sigh not so contented this time.
"Because he's your best friend and we didn't want him to stay at a hotel all alone on Christmas," Trish says as Jeff knocks on their door yet again.
"And why didn't we want that?" Amy asks releasing another groan, although her lips showed signs of the slightest hint of a smile, her love for her rainbow haired best friend shining through her frustration.
"Because you love him," Trish says with a grin. She finds her fiancé's attachment to her best friend sort of endearing in a cutesy sort of way that she'll never really elaborate to Amy and well, she's known Jeff for such a long that he's sort of a permanent fixture in her life as well anyway.
"I know you're awake," Jeff sing-songs through the Mahogany door.
"We need to get up anyway. I have to start cooking and getting everything ready for the party," Trish says, sliding off of the bed before Amy can even protest. It was tradition, the annual Christmas Party and Amy knew from experience that within minutes Trish would be transformed into domestic!perfect hostess!Trish which meant that if she wanted Trish's undivided attention for the next few hours, she had better take it now.
Springing into motion quickly, she grabbed Trish's wrist pulling her gently back down so she was now sitting on her lap.
"Ames, really, later!" Trish protests, batting lightly at the redhead's arm as she pulls her closer. "I need to start cooking," she continues.
"Are you gonna wear the apron?" Amy asks, her lips lingering so close to Trish's ear that she can feel a hot exhalation of breath.
"Yea," Trish answers, her voice coming out much, much huskier than intended.
"Just the apron?" Amy asks, with a grin that Trish can feel more than she see.
The blonde chuckles, using the few seconds of distraction that Jeff insatiable knocking has caused to push the redhead back against the mattress, climbing off of her lap.
"In your dreams," She replies with a smirk.
"If you insist," Amy says, gathering the sheets in her fist to cover herself once again. Trish rolls her eyes, grabbing the brunette by the wrist and pulling her up. There would be plenty of time for messing around later but right now, they really had to get ready for the Christmas Party.
TBC... review please :-D