So, here's the next chapter of this Valentine's tale. Everyone gave me positive feedback and I appreciate it soo much.

Again, I own nothing here. Just the idea.

Enjoy!


Flashfoward: Valentine's Day 2014

Once his executive town car drove through the forest shrouded roads in Windsor, UK, his stomach started to tighten anxiously. Phil Brooks still had no clue what his girlfriend had planned for Valentine's Day. Her friends didn't say much when he left the arena in London, either. Kaitlyn and Layla just kept giggling like teenagers at an apparent sleepover, when Aksana handed him this medium envelope. A leggy, wavy-haired blonde, and tall English woman dressed in black chauffeur attire came to take him to his destination. Erin, of Addison Lee Chauffeurs, had been driving for the last thirty minutes and with ten or so minutes to go. As much as his insanely nosey streak pried, she refused to tell him anything of their ride. She wasn't permitted.

Phil knew should just let things slide, but A.J. was hardly this secretive...ever. They had talked about the holiday and she didn't beg him or expect anything. All she ever wanted was his love and affection. She'd spoiled by him daily with romance. They did it differently from everyone, and it hardly went wrong. Since they were wrestling in a different country, they planned to handle all the romantic wining and dining after touring the United Kingdom.

He hated being in the dark whenever she planned things. He'd been reading the note and anxiously rubbing his finger over the key with a soft smile. 'There's a light….over at the Frankenstein Place. Erin will lead you there. I'll see you there.' He read with mischief in his snicker. "Frankenstein place?" He repeated. Where has he heard that from? His mind drifted for a moment, and he snapped his fingers… he would just ask the only person who could tell him almost anything he wanted to know.

"Siri…" He said into his phone. "What can you tell me about the Oakley Court in UK?" He asked, thoughtfully looking at the key.

"Phil, I have found several links about that location." He nodded as his finger landed on the first one. He scrolled through most of the details with a smile. A Victorian Gothic manor turned luxury hotel did sound like something he could enjoy and romantic enough for her. It over looked a beautiful river and was tucked in the countryside woods in Berkshire.

Then his eyes widened with amusement at all the famous movies filmed in the hotel. The Reptile, The Plague of the Zombies and the Brides of Dracula, were all set there in the sixties. They happened to be some of his favorite old-school B-rated horror films. He used to love watching them with AJ, curling up on his tour bus couch just so they have a solo romantic moment on the road.

He didn't figure out why she would care about this place until he read the last line.

"It is best remembered as Dr. Frank N Furter's castle (called The Frankenstein Place in the film) in The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)."


Despite her size and height, she managed to kick the ass of people three times her size to become the champion. Not only that, but she'd made out with all the hot guys on the roster before nabbing her boyfriend from all the women who drooled and secretly wanted him for their own.

Nothing AJ ever did in the past made her as nervous as she was now.

Tonight could turn out bad or good. Hopefully, Punk would get the message and be turned on by her actions. She really hoped to satisfy him with this since it took weeks to put it together. From booking this specific hotel to getting the exact outfit and hair correct, not to mention how many times she watched Susan Sarandon moan and sing while caressing a half- naked man with hair that's blonder and muscles more sculpted than Dolph Ziggler's.

Thinking of that blonde man with a bad tan made her shudder. What was she thinking dating someone like that? Phil was dangerous and ruggedly handsome. His inked soft skin turned her on, the way he wooed her with romantic words and his 'fuck them if they don't like us' attitude, the way his fingers touched her drove wild every time. He was arrogant, brass, and wicked sometimes, but she loved the challenge his bad boy persona.

She realized that being with someone as fearless, random, carefree, and bold as Punk made her question her own level of spontaneous behavior. She should do more things like this for him and not be ashamed of it.

Their relationship wasn't perfect, but perfect was lame to her. Being with him was great. They managed to balance one another as friends, and she always came to him when she needed someone to talk to, and vice versa. He also accepted her dorky energy and her strange obsession with Tina Fey, and old school batman cartoons. He laughed with her, not at her. All it took was one night out full of fun, friends, flirting, along with cupcake sharing, some awkward petting and finally… a kiss to light the spark for them. It happened after watching the Rocky Horror Picture show and it's been her favorite memory ever since. That was the one element that helped build their romantic and emotional adventure.

Her phone chimed with a text from Kaitlyn, confirming Phil's departure from the arena and how clueless he was when she passed him the key. She beamed with the phone to her chest and looked towards her mirror again, eyeing her makeup and outfit one more time.

Phil was on his way to the lab…to see what was on the slab. Hopefully, her creature was up and ready for the night.


Phil thought about that night with AJ as he walked into the hotel. A movie date was just the beginning, and they shared a special bond from the day they started dating a year ago. She joined him whenever he had a match, and loved the single rose she would get before every match. The kisses they snuck in between shows and dates… the deep conversations about comics and superheroes… all of it made their relationship great.

He thought about their first time together. How shy she was, and nervous he actually got once they started getting intimate. The cuddling before, after...during the energetic, passionate sex they had. It had all become normal for them.

But mostly he thought about and how smart, spunky and beautiful she was, inside and out. He didn't realize how much she supported him until that first date. He lost his title and when people started walking away from him, she stuck around him as a friend, made him smile and feel like the man he knew he was. They became closer and fell for one another deeply, and everyone noticed it.

She was trying to make him happy tonight. Just like when she took him to see that movie.

Room 350.

He was here. After an elevator and a flight of stairs led him the suite, he eagerly shoved the key and unlocked the door. A tell-tale dirty grin curled up along his lips. His eyes surveyed the scene and he started beaming like a high school jock who was hoping to get laid on prom night.

The room was romantic with red and black covering the bed and embedded in the curtains. The tray of chocolate cover strawberries and sparkling water on ice were set around candles, a portable speaker dock sat near the bed. He noticed a robe and a towel on the bed, and since he did just finish wrestling in a street fight match, he couldn't very well ruin her kinky plans by not being fresh and glowing like Rocky. He needed to be better than that. H grabbed every scent she loved on him, heading to the bathroom with 'Hot Patootie' whistling from his lips.


She heard her heart pump through her chest as she walked to the room. She wasn't nervous, just excited. She knew he loved to see her wild kinky side, but this was pushing the envelope. She hadn't performed a song since she and her friends acted as the Spice Girls in high school. She didn't sing or dance that well, but she knew how to role-play, be flirty and show her hunger and desire for him. That should be good enough to get him railed up for the night, and the morning before the English Breakfast, so she had nothing to worry about.

As soon as she opened the door, there he was. The prefect depiction of what a real man should look like. His skin still wet form the chest down, and his tattoos glistened in the dim, candle lit room. He turned to her with a devious smile. She smiled coyly back. "Hey."

"Hey, babe." He slowly wet his lips as he looked over her body, eyes heavy with want already. "You know, you're pretty lucky that were in the UK. I didn't even know they turned the castle into a hotel. This place is amazing. And you…" He inched closer to her and pulled her by the waist, playing with her curly locks as his eyes locked onto hers. "You are so wonderful for thinking it all through." He growled, leaving small, soft kisses around her lips, eye lids and neck.

She had to mentally slap herself before pushing him away. She couldn't help inhaling the scent of Axe and felt his length start to grow underneath that towel. Seeing him clad in nothing more than a towel always got to her inner wild cat. It made her hot, bothered and tempted. All the emotions she needed to feel to pull this cheeky night of love off.

"Oh, you're hurt." She moaned breathlessly as she touched his body with her fingers. He frowned amusingly as she pushed him back, leading him away with a pout. With the finesse of a panther, she seductively revealed what was under her trench coat. His eyes grew dark with desire of her, chewing at his lip at the sight of that red lacy bra. The fabric pushed her perfect perky breasts together, and she wore the same underskirt slip Janet wore in the movie, but it was black and torn up a little. She eyed the red marks on his hands, arms and chest, pouting with her lips and her eyes softly glancing his way. "Did they do this to you?"

He couldn't even make words at this point. All he did was nod, playing along as she acted the part. She ripped a piece from her skirt, giving him a peek of her red lace underwear as he patted his hands with the fabric. "Here, I'll dress your wounds." She kept touching those bruises softly, caressing his arms and shoulders with her graceful touch. "Poor baby. There, there now." She repeated over and over as he just stood there with a punch drunk look on his scruffy face.

Once his hands traveled to her hips and along her curves, she caught his eyes with hers. She could sense that familiar darkness in his olivine eyes. He was turned on by her and she hadn't even started to get to work. She smiled wickedly and stepped away, reaching for the remote and clicking the play button.

It's show time.


see you tomorrow.