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Rating: M for future sex scenes, possible language
Summary: Even though he is dating Michelle, the Undertaker has been sleeping with Maryse for the past two years, and he has fallen in love with her. Maryse is in love with the Undertaker, as well. However, he still has feelings for Michelle. One way or another, the Deadman is going to have to make a choice about which woman to be with: Michelle or Maryse?
Mark Calaway looked out over the city, watching the morning sun come up over the city of Phoenix. He loved the view from the hotel window, and was glad that he had been able to secure a top floor room. As he adjusted the towel around his waist, he heard a soft moan behind him, and smiled. Abandoning the view, he headed back to the bed, as his lover began to wake up. Mark picked up some of the clothes that were scattered around the room and tossed them on the dresser, as the beautiful woman in the bed opened her eyes and stretched. Mark couldn't help but smile again, as she smiled back. "How'd you sleep?" he asked. "Just fine, though I didn't get that much sleep after what we got up to last night." The Undertaker shrugged. "I felt like celebrating, and I couldn't think of a better person to do it with than you." The woman smiled and went over to kiss Mark. "Well, good morning to you, Mark." "And good morning to you, Maryse" Mark replied. They kissed again, deeply this time, and then Maryse got up. "I'm going to get in the shower." Mark smirked. "I'll join you in a minute." "Don't make me wait" came Maryse's voice as she headed to the bathroom. Mark watched the door close and sighed, continuing to clean up the mess that he and Maryse had made last night. God, he could never get enough of that girl. It had been at least two and a half years since they had started seeing one another, and now that he had been drafted to the Raw roster, it was easier for them to be with one another. Mark then frowned as a thought came over him. Michelle had not taken the move well, but Mark did not want to tell her the real reason he had requested to be moved to Raw. It had nothing to do with working with new people or winning the WWE title, as he had stated. It had everything to do with the beautiful French-Canadian in the bathroom. Mark loved Michelle, he really did, but at the same time, he had developed feelings for Maryse, feelings that he couldn't get rid of no matter how hard he tried. Mark tried to reason with himself, thinking that he could go back to SmackDown in a couple of months and be with Michelle again, and no one would be the wiser. It's just that he didn't like sneaking around behind her back to see Maryse, saying he was going out to the bar, or to take a long walk, or to get some exercise, when he was going to the room downstairs. Mark couldn't help himself, he was a slave to his emotions, and he always had been. Part of him wished he had told Maryse no when she asked him to assist her in training, but who was he to turn someone down when they asked for help? He was the locker room leader, after all. Over time, he and Maryse had gotten closer, and eventually, they ended up in bed together. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened, all he knew was that it had happened, and then it kept happening, and before he knew it, he couldn't stop it from happening. He wanted it to happen, even if it meant he had to lie to his girlfriend to make it happen. Before he knew it, the Undertaker had fallen head over heels in love with Maryse Ouellet, and he had no idea how to deal with it, other than to keep lying to Michelle. He had considered just breaking up with Michelle to be with Maryse, but that posed two problems: One, he still maintained feelings for Michelle, and two, the controversy it would cause and the effects it would have on Maryse's career if someone found out. It had already affected Michelle's, in some way, and he could not, would not, put Maryse through what Michelle had to endure. So he would lie, because that's what it took to protect the both of them, and to protect himself.
"Mark? Are you coming?" Maryse's voice jarred Mark out of his thoughts, and he smiled again. For now, he could just forget about his situation and concentrate on the here and now. "Coming" he said, and took the towel off as he joined her in the shower. "How much time do we have before our flight?" Maryse asked. "We have enough" Mark replied as he kissed her passionately. Maryse returned the kiss, moaning as she wrapped her arms around his neck as their tongues dueled. Mark helped Maryse hop up and wrap her legs around his waist as they continued to kiss.