Disclaimer: I own Eiris Hales.
Pairings: MorrisonxOC
Summary: It sucks, but at the end of the day, it gets all better.
Man-Handled Has It's Rewards
by: Rainbowblack
John hissed at the pain. Over three hundred, probably almost four pounds had speared into him. Plunging right into his stomach. Then landed on him, and grabbed him and was thrown over the ropes. And by who? Mark Henry. Every single part of his body stung and hurt. His girlfriend, Eiris helped him into their suite. As soon as they were inside, she assisted him onto the bed. The hite comforter eased around his injured parts. He put his head on the pillow, and attempted to relax.
The black-haired Diva trailed a hand over John's forehead. "Oh, baby do you need me to get you anything for you?"
"No, that's fine. I'm alright." he said, sighing contently.
"Okay then." she said. She put a hand on his broad chest and smooched him on the lips. "Goodnight, baby."
"Goodnight--ow! Shit!" John held himself.
Eiris pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Well, why don't I just set up a hot bath for you? It'll help."
"Actually," he began. "that sounds really good right now." he said.
"Alright, well just sit tight, I'll help you up in a sec'." she replied.
He lied in the nice, hot water. Steam linger at the top of the body of water. Eiris cupped a hand full of water and trickled it down the top of his head. John's eyes were closed and his head was back. He was finally relaxed.
Eiris traced her hands across his face. It felt good.
Well, he figured, being man-handled has it's rewards.