What the Hell? [Lacy/Punk]

Lacy sat in Phil's living room with her feet curled up under the couch, a bit wide eyed at what she was watching on the tv. She was watching Phil's old tapes, and it happened to be one of the many matches with him and AJ. And they... were into it.

AJ wasn't exactly hard on the eyes. And the way they were... "wrestling", made her bite her lip. Her jaw dropped as Phil was trying to pin AJ down and they were stuck in a rather precarious position.

"Wow..."

Phil came back into the living room after finishing talking to his mom on the phone.

"Wow what?" he asked as he walked in.

Lacy continued to watch the match. "Wow."

He looked over at the screen and looked confused.

"Is the match that good?"

She nodded. "Uh huh..." she said dreamily.

"What is up with you?" he asked with a chuckle.

"You never to do that," she points to the tv. "To me. What the hell?"

"Well I don't want to hurt you. We were wrestling pretty rough, but if you want me to beat you up like that, then okay." he said, still not understanding what she was getting at.

She shook her head and grabbed the remote, pausing the dvd at random points, showing him and AJ in random precarious positions everytime she paused. "Get it now?"

"Oh. Ohhhh, you are sick." he said covering her eyes and chuckling.

"Stop it." She chuckles and moves his hands from her eyes, turning her attention to the tv. "Like I said, you never to do that to me."

"Well I didn't think I was doing such perverted things, but we can if you'd like." he smirked.

"No, I understand if you like AJ more than me." She laughs.

"Ew no." he chuckled. "We don't think like that in the ring, you sicko."

"You guys were 'wrestling' alright." She giggles. "Really rough."

"Oh god Lacy." he laughed.

"What?" She laughs, pausing the dvd when she saw this. "...my god."

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"Lacy, you're sick." he chuckled. "I don't know how you find that hot, I find it disturbing."

"because it's beautifulll." She grins, standing up on the couch to wrap her arms around his neck and hopped over the back of the couch to wrap her legs around him. "See we don't do anything like that. Because you're in love with AJ." She jokes.

He shook his head in amusement and held onto her.

"No I don't love AJ." he chuckled. "So what are you saying? You want me to be rough?" he smirked.

"Maybe, maybe not." She chuckles.

"Hm, I think that's a maybe."

"And what are you going to do about it?" She chuckles.

"I'm going to have to get rough."

"I might have to let you... after I finish this match." She grins.