"You alright shorty?" I sighed feeling Seth's arms wrap around my waist, resting his head on top of his.
"I have a name you know," I replied, looking up at him the best I could.
"You do, but you're just so adorably short, you're the perfect height to just lean on." His hand moved to lay on my shoulder, squeezing it tightly.
"Why don't you pick on someone you're own size." He chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "I don't pick on you because you're tall."
"But tall people aren't at a disadvantage in life." I wriggled out of his grip, folding my arms.
"Alright, so out of the two of us, who is more likely to fit into a small space. Who is more likely to bang their head on a door?" He paused, he was stumped, he had no response.
"Touché," he grumbled. "I hate this."
"Now look who's got the advantage," I teased, reaching up on my tiptoes to fluff the top of his head.
"Any normal sized person wouldn't need to stand on their tiptoes to do that," he whispered.
"But as we both full well know, I am by no means normal," I replied, kissing his lips sweetly.
YOU ARE READING
WWE Prompt One Shots 2
FanfictionA short selection of one shots written about your favourite WWE superstars, using suggestion prompts to base requests on
