Disclaimer: I don't own WWF and it's wrestlers…
Nothing more?
She looked so fragile, her tanned face bathed in the coolness of the full moon. Her knees were drawn to her chest, and her head was resting on them. This was one of the few moments she dropped her pretence of being the all tough WWF diva. Her russet, warm eyes were half-closed, sleepy probably due to the lack of conversation between us. I was sitting so close to her… I could feel her warmth, smell her scent.
Finally, her lethargic posture slumped down to a slouch, indicating that she was asleep. Still, I said nothing. Maybe I was just selfish. I just wanted to see more of this flame-haired beauty. Her breathing brought a sense of calmness to me, but I knew this had to end. I am only her good friend. Or maybe her best friend. What's the difference? I was still in no position to show any more affection than I was supposed to give – as a friend. Nothing more.
"Amy," I shook her by the shoulders gently, with one hand, and the sleeping beauty groaned lazily before murmuring something about how late it was. She struggled to stand up, to make her way back to her room, which was connected to the balcony that we were sitting in.
"Good night, Matt," she called out just before she collapsed onto the neatly made double bed, this time falling into real sound sleep. And judging by the time, she wasn't going to wake up until noon the next day.
"Good night, Amy," I said to nobody, leaning over to kiss her forehead, making sure I didn't wake her up. I pulled the quilt covers over her and gave her one last glance before I left the room.
And so another day ends. Another day of torture endured. I patted myself on the back, though I did not really feel very honoured.
Author's note: I just had to write a Matt/Lita story!! So, should I continue or end it here?? Review~!!
Nothing more?
She looked so fragile, her tanned face bathed in the coolness of the full moon. Her knees were drawn to her chest, and her head was resting on them. This was one of the few moments she dropped her pretence of being the all tough WWF diva. Her russet, warm eyes were half-closed, sleepy probably due to the lack of conversation between us. I was sitting so close to her… I could feel her warmth, smell her scent.
Finally, her lethargic posture slumped down to a slouch, indicating that she was asleep. Still, I said nothing. Maybe I was just selfish. I just wanted to see more of this flame-haired beauty. Her breathing brought a sense of calmness to me, but I knew this had to end. I am only her good friend. Or maybe her best friend. What's the difference? I was still in no position to show any more affection than I was supposed to give – as a friend. Nothing more.
"Amy," I shook her by the shoulders gently, with one hand, and the sleeping beauty groaned lazily before murmuring something about how late it was. She struggled to stand up, to make her way back to her room, which was connected to the balcony that we were sitting in.
"Good night, Matt," she called out just before she collapsed onto the neatly made double bed, this time falling into real sound sleep. And judging by the time, she wasn't going to wake up until noon the next day.
"Good night, Amy," I said to nobody, leaning over to kiss her forehead, making sure I didn't wake her up. I pulled the quilt covers over her and gave her one last glance before I left the room.
And so another day ends. Another day of torture endured. I patted myself on the back, though I did not really feel very honoured.
Author's note: I just had to write a Matt/Lita story!! So, should I continue or end it here?? Review~!!
