WARNING: This chapter contains sexual content.

Monday Night RAW

The Undertaker walked into the backstage area, tired, but satisfied with his match. All around him, the Superstars and Divas were getting ready to leave, and the show was wrapping up. The Undertaker pulled the straps of his tanktop down as he headed to his locker room, grabbing some water off the catering table as he went.

When the Undertaker reached his locker room, he opened the door to reveal that he had a visitor.

"Hey, Mark."

"Hey, Maryse." Maryse got off the bench where she had been waiting and kissed the Undertaker. 'Taker wrapped his arms around her waist, enjoying the feel of her leather top pressed against his chest as the kiss deepened. When they finally broke apart, Maryse led 'Taker back to the bench, and they sat down.

"Did you catch my match tonight?"

"Yes, I did. You're getting better" the Undertaker replied. "There were a few spots you could work on, but not bad overall."

Maryse beamed. "Looks like I could use a little more work."

"Maybe a little. But you are improving. That's always a good thing" said the Undertaker, as he began taking off his fighting gloves.

So, what are you doing after the show?" Maryse asked.

"Don't know. Thought I'd go out, pick up a girl, bring her back to the hotel, you know, see where it goes…" the Undertaker replied with a smirk.

Maryse pouted her lips. "That's funny. I thought you had a girlfriend" she said in mock outrage.

"Well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her."

"So what kind of girl were you thinking of?"

"Don't know. I'm thinking tall, blonde. Possibly French. I'm really into Canadians."

"Well, good luck with that" Maryse laughed, as she leaned over and kissed the Undertaker again.

Their kiss deepened once again as Maryse climbed into the Undertaker's lap, their tongues playing with one another.

The Undertaker could feel Maryse's hands all over his chest and the leather of her ring attire pressed deep into his skin. He could taste Maryse's lip gloss and feel her moaning within his mouth as she laid him down on the bench. As they continued to make out, the Undertaker's hands went to the metal belt around Maryse's shorts, and removed it.

Maryse broke the kiss and gave a soft laugh as she straddled the Undertaker. She pulled the rest of his top down, and then pulled down his tights to his thighs. The Undertaker caressed Maryse's body as she pulled down his briefs, exposing his member. Maryse leaned down as she moved down the Undertaker's legs, and wrapped her lips around it. 'Taker let out a groan as he felt Maryse's mouth move up and down on him, felt her tongue exciting him further as his hand went to Maryse's hair.

After several minutes, which seemed like hours, the Undertaker gently pulled Maryse up. He almost reached his peak, and he wasn't done yet. He reached down and pulled off Maryse's shorts. Maryse helped him pull them down, then kicked them off, as she moved back up the Undertaker's body and settled herself over his member, her boots tucked under 'Taker's legs. She looked into the Undertaker's eyes.

"I want you" she mouthed.

The Undertaker's only reply was to place his hands on Maryse's hips and thrust upward, entering her with one swift motion. Maryse cried out, throwing her head back. No matter how many times they had done this, she had never gotten used to 'Taker's size. The Undertaker began to thrust away inside Maryse as she plunged her hips down to meet him. Over the years, the Undertaker and Maryse had established a good sexual relationship. It was like a WWE match; they had good chemistry with one another. They knew each other, and they both know what the other wanted.

Both the Undertaker and Maryse had lost track of time as they continued, and eventually, they both climaxed. Maryse slumped over the Undertaker's chest, breathing heavily as the Undertaker held her close.

Although he wasn't sure if Maryse could hear him, he brushed her hair back and whispered into her ear.

"I love you, Maryse."

He then heard a muffled reply.

"I love you, too, Mark."