Bravery and Bravado
A Molly/Spike fic
By the Angel
A/N: Erm..Well..-scratches head- This is..Fluffy. And weird. Yes, it's one of those types of fics. I thought this up in the shower. Don't ask.
Disclaimer: I wished I own Spike. (How adorable can you get anyways?) But alas, he's not mine. He has a wife. Damn. WWF and Alliance is owned by Vince McMahon. WWFE owns names. Titan Sports owns characters.
A/N The Second: This is in Molly's POV.
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Look out, there's a hurricane coming through! Yeah, that's original. I don't want to be a mean meanie, but I seriously don't like Hurricane Helms.
I don't know whether to be annoyed more that he is what he is, or that...He likes me.
He's all icky. I'd rather him go whoosing his cape about somewhere else. Ivory is okay, I guess. She's prettier than I am, that's for sure, but apparently not as pure. Oh, what am I saying? I just be flattered that Helms has an interest in me. But still...I love Spike.
Spike is the runt of the litter-- The underdog. He and I are tough as nails! We were doing fine. He's smart, charming, caring, and brave. Helms only has bravado.
I am being pulled by bravery and bravado.
Of all the women in both federations, why me? And that's another thing-- He's ALLIANCE. I am WWF. Does that mean he'll defect? I don't know what to do... Maybe some part of me likes Helms, but--
Get a grip Molly. He's an annoying, dumb dummy that I wish would leave me alone. Although the matches against him have been PERFECT- it let me release my anger and frustration.
Spike enters the room, and gives me a kiss on my cheek. I grin. He's so sweet. "Hiya, Molls, whatcha doing?" He asks, wrapping some scotch tape around his glasses. I laugh lightly at his boyish persona. "Aw, nothing. Just thinking."
"'Bout what?"
"Stuff." I giggles.
He cups my chin in his hands. "You're beautiful."
I stare into his eyes. And I don't say a word. I just shake my head. "No..." I whisper.
He nods. "Yes." He leans into kiss me.
This time, bravery certainly wins over bravado.
A Molly/Spike fic
By the Angel
A/N: Erm..Well..-scratches head- This is..Fluffy. And weird. Yes, it's one of those types of fics. I thought this up in the shower. Don't ask.
Disclaimer: I wished I own Spike. (How adorable can you get anyways?) But alas, he's not mine. He has a wife. Damn. WWF and Alliance is owned by Vince McMahon. WWFE owns names. Titan Sports owns characters.
A/N The Second: This is in Molly's POV.
~-~-~-~
Look out, there's a hurricane coming through! Yeah, that's original. I don't want to be a mean meanie, but I seriously don't like Hurricane Helms.
I don't know whether to be annoyed more that he is what he is, or that...He likes me.
He's all icky. I'd rather him go whoosing his cape about somewhere else. Ivory is okay, I guess. She's prettier than I am, that's for sure, but apparently not as pure. Oh, what am I saying? I just be flattered that Helms has an interest in me. But still...I love Spike.
Spike is the runt of the litter-- The underdog. He and I are tough as nails! We were doing fine. He's smart, charming, caring, and brave. Helms only has bravado.
I am being pulled by bravery and bravado.
Of all the women in both federations, why me? And that's another thing-- He's ALLIANCE. I am WWF. Does that mean he'll defect? I don't know what to do... Maybe some part of me likes Helms, but--
Get a grip Molly. He's an annoying, dumb dummy that I wish would leave me alone. Although the matches against him have been PERFECT- it let me release my anger and frustration.
Spike enters the room, and gives me a kiss on my cheek. I grin. He's so sweet. "Hiya, Molls, whatcha doing?" He asks, wrapping some scotch tape around his glasses. I laugh lightly at his boyish persona. "Aw, nothing. Just thinking."
"'Bout what?"
"Stuff." I giggles.
He cups my chin in his hands. "You're beautiful."
I stare into his eyes. And I don't say a word. I just shake my head. "No..." I whisper.
He nods. "Yes." He leans into kiss me.
This time, bravery certainly wins over bravado.