Sunday November 21st, 2010.
Frankie lightly scratched the scruffy beard in front of her as she sighed contently. The Survivor Series PPV had ended a few hours ago, and now she was twisted under the covers with her boyfriend.
"Can't we just stay here forever?" she asked before he leaned in to kiss her sweetly. He propped himself up on his elbows and ran his fingers through her messy blonde hair.
"As much as I'd like that, I'm pretty sure your dad would come looking for you… sooner or later, babe." He sat back a bit as she noticed she shifted under him.
"Hey… talk to me," he asked softly as he sat back on his knees. His curly brown hair had been pulled into a loose top knot on his head and Frankie smirked and inwardly laughed, watching it bob in the air.
"I don't know, it's just… Mom's gone, ya know? And it seems like he never has time for any of us anymore. Or he doesn't want to have time for us anymore. When he took us all out of school and brought us on the road, I thought it was him really trying to keep our family together… I see my tutor and you guys way more than I see him."
"Guess I'm lucky then… He loves you, Frankie," he assured her as he crawled back over her, hovering just above her face.
"And I love you too," he added leaning down to capture her lips again. This time she pulled him closer, freeing the top knot on his head and hooking her sweatpant clad leg around his body, pulling him down closer.
"Baby, I want you," she whispered against his ear before she licked it. He smiled and reached down into her sweatpants, hissing as he rubbed a finger between her folds.
"Fuck, you're fucking soaked," he mumbled between kisses on her neck before bringing his hand to his mouth, sucking on his finger slowly. Morrison moaned, smiling as he heard her moan softly. A minute later, his hotel door swung open, and he instinctively, covered her body with his, blocking the intruders view of her.
"Orlando, here we co- Oh shit! My bad, man. I thought you'd already headed out-" The Miz responded after nearly tripping over his own feet as he door. He looked away as he noticed the dainty foot attached to the leg that was wrapped around his former tag team partner's body.
"Uhh, yeah, I'll uh… I'll see you in the next city," Morrison said, smiling as he looked down at Frankie. He saw her finally exhale as the front door closed.
"What the hell? I thought you said he was leaving right after the taping tonight?" Frankie whispered, not sure how far Miz had gotten down the hallway.
John turned and looked back towards the door The Miz had just closed. "He had to come back for his stuff, his suitcase is gone," he responded before looking back down at her.
"That was way too close though…" he sighed, playing with her hair.
"It was also way too hot..." she smiled.
"You're crazy," he shook his head.
"Only about you, Morrison."