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When Cass woke up the next morning, she was laying across a bare chest, one arm over her head, hand entwined with someone else's, her other arm resting across that chest. Slowly she looked up, finding Mark's green eyes burning into hers.

A blush spread down her cheeks as she recalled the previous night. He had been so gentle and tender with her that she had forgotten the cameras were rolling. Though they hadn't actually had intercourse, she felt as if they had made love.

"The cameras were turned off." Mark said softly.

Cass looked into the corner to find the red light was gone. "They got their morning shot then." She whispered.

"Yes."

She sat up, pulling the sheet with her across her own bare chest, trying to look anywhere but at him. "Well um… I suppose I should go see how Glenn is doing."

He didn't move, instead folded his arms under his head, watching her speculatively, like a jungle cat trying to determine if the intended prey was actually worth the effort.

The look make Cass shiver. "Listen, would you mind leaving now?"

"Why?"

She sighed, visibly frustrated and moved so she could see him. "So I can get dressed."

"I've seen you," He whispered, green eyes lighting up as he slowly leaned forward. "Every inch of you."

Cass almost jumped when one long pale finger caressed her bare shoulder. "That was for the segment."

"Was it?" Mark gently grabbed her when she tried to stand up, pulling her so she was splayed on top of him, sheet and all. "Admit it, you forgot about the cameras being there, now didn't you?"

"No."

"I think you're lying." He replied, bringing a lazy hand up to combed through her hair. "You were gasping my name, mine, not his."

"It was an act." Cass lied desperately, squirming in an effort to free herself. "Just an act."

Mark snorted, gritting his teeth and hissing.

Cass froze instantly, realizing what she had done. "Mark, let me up." She whispered.

"No."

"Please."

He merely dragged her up so they were face to face, his eyes searching hers intently.

Cass looked up, immediately losing herself in his emerald green orbs. "You have amazing eyes." She murmured softly, unaware she had said anything until he smirked. "Let go of me!"

Mark's reply was to kiss her.

Cass' first response was to push him away but instead she found herself pulling him closer, melting under the tenderness of the kiss, the surprising gentleness.

Mark rolled her over so she was on her back and he was on top of her, never breaking the kiss, savoring the feel of her body underneath his. Last night had been the foreplay, today would be the real thing.

Mark watched as Cass silently dressed. He still lay in bed, a sheet draped across his waist.

Cass was avoiding his stare, knowing she blush if she looked at him. She could feel the guilt rapidly gnawing at her insides, making her nauseous. "You have to go." She said quietly.

Mark settled his head on his arms. "No."

"Mark, you can't be here when I bring Glenn back."

"Why not? Afraid of what he might say or do?"

"Mark, please."

Mark slowly sat up, the sheet forming a puddle about his hips. "Cass, come here."

She shivered, his deep baritone almost caressing her. "I can't… What we did… it was wrong." She quickly laced up her tennis shoes. "I'm going to get Glenn, when I get back, I want you gone."

Mark growled when the door shut behind her, frustrated at her as well as with himself. He thought that by having her, it would cure him of his obsession, yes obsession, with her.

He was wrong.

If anything, sleeping with Cass only made him want her more.

***

Cass slowly opened the hotel room door, holding her breath as she stepped in, Glenn right behind her. She released the pent up oxygen when she seen Mark was gone, the bed freshly made and the room cleaned. There was no sign that he had even been there.

"So, how did it go last night?" Glenn asked, dropping down on the bed.

Cass smiled weakly, sitting beside him. "All right I suppose, I wish you would've had time to tell me about it."

"Yeah, sorry bout that." Glenn patted her leg sympathetically. "If I had known I was going to wind up in the hospital, I would've made it a top priority to inform you about the segment with creepy."

Cass just nodded.

Glenn arched an eyebrow, wondering what had her so silent. "Everything went fine, didn't it Cass?" He asked again. "Mark didn't… didn't try anything did he?"

"No." She shook her head. "No, it was fine. I'm just tired is all Glenn."

"Oh."

***

Mark watched as Cass and Glenn approached him, both dressed for the night. Glenn in his 'Kane' costume, Cass in a black skirt and red tank top with red granny boots. He was in his 'lod' outfit, robe included.

"You ready for the singles?" He asked Glenn, referring to the new course Glenn would be taking as a solo competitor.

"More than." Glenn replied coolly.

"Our match will be second to last, though our opponents will never make it to the ring." Mark continued, as if Glenn had never spoken. "As soon as we're both in the ring, GTV will air the segment Cass and I did last night, we'll fight and that'll be the end of it." He smiled mockingly. "Well, except for the line concerning Cass."

Cass paled while Glenn looked upset.

"Whatever." Glenn muttered, pulling her past.

Cass winced when Mark slid one of his hands onto her backside, almost jumping. She shot him a look over her shoulder, nearly fainting at the smoldering look of pure desire he shot her.

***

Kane and Ember made their way down to the ring, preparing to join the Undertaker for the men's tag team match. They had just slipped through the ropes when the arena went black.

Then GTV flashed across the Titan Tron.

Ember and the Undertaker were laying in bed together, exchanging furious kisses. He was working the straps of her skimpy lingerie down her shoulders, planting kisses on every inch he exposed.

"Mmm…" Ember moaned, burying her hands in his long black hair.

He moved his kisses up her throat until his lips were hovering over hers. "Who do you belong too?" He whispered seductively, one hand straying under the black sheet that provided some modesty.

Ember instantly started writhing in ecstasy on the bed, her face beginning to flush. "You! I'm yours!" She gasped.

Growling, he lowered his face to hers.

The scene faded out, only to be replaced of them laying together in the morning. Sunlight streamed down on their bare bodies. Ember lay sprawled across 'Taker's chest while he had his arms wrapped around her, one hand lazily stroking her bare back.

Kane looked back and forth between his brother and his girlfriend.

Ember was backing away, hands raised up, her face crimson, wearing an expression of profound shame.

'Taker merely removed his robe, preparing himself for a battle, his eyes straying to Ember, a brief nod signaling for her to leave the ring.

Only it wasn't 'Taker Kane attacked, he went for Ember, gesturing why.

Ember started explaining hurriedly, her voice barely being picked up by the cameras. "He seduced me Kane! It was him!" She pointed a trembling finger at the Undertaker.

'Taker smiled lazily, motioning for his brother to come at it.

Kane did.