Chapter 10

Paul frowned when he seen 'Taker the next morning, not too sure if he wanted to know why the man looked like he'd been through hell and back. "You um, okay?" He finally asked, handing over the coffee he'd been asked to bring up.

Grunting, he drained it, not caring if it burnt his tongue.

Alexis came down from her room, wearing a black hoodie with baggy black pajama pants, refusing to wear anything tight around him with black shades over her eyes. They were red and swollen from crying herself to sleep as she went to get herself a cup of coffee, her bag in hand. They were leaving to go to the next town. Alexis sighed as she rubbed her temples while waiting for her order, not able to get the images out of her mind from the dream she had. His hands, his lips and tongue caressing her, those intense green eyes...Alexis immediately downed the shot of espresso she ordered along with taking her coffee, paying for it and walked away to join 'Taker and Paul, not saying a single word.

Something told Paul he really did not want to know, taking in their identical pale faces and black sunglasses. He also knew he'd have to keep the coffee coming or 'Taker wasn't going to make it through the day.

He ignored her, leading the way to the rental car they'd be taking. He'd called Paul first thing this morning to tell him NO motorcycle. There was no way in hell he could ride with Alexis today. Not without pulling over and doing something he'd probably regret.

Alexis sat in the back and stared out the window, pressing her forehead against the cool pane as her eyes closed. It felt good, the coolness of it, and sighed heavily. What the hell was wrong with her? Dreaming of 'Taker sexually? Was she INSANE? How could she want someone who had intentionally gotten her head nearly knocked off and who forced himself on her? That damn kiss though, she couldn't stop it from running through her mind. He was strong, powerful, and it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced in her life. No matter how brief of a moment it was, it lit Alexis completely on fire. She had to get rid of the burning herself and managed to fall asleep, only to dream of him doing to her what she had to herself.

"Fuck..." She muttered, draining her coffee.

He snorted, mentally echoing that little declaration, agreeing with it wholeheartedly. He wanted nothing more than to 'fuck' right now. Of course, there was the slight problem of her not wanting him in return. He'd have to fix that and kissing her without warning apparently wasn't the way to go. Sighing, he leaned back as Paul drove.

"Radio." He muttered, flinching when rap blared through.

"Sorry!"

Alexis started laughing at the look on Paul's face, shaking her head, and reached over since she scooted to the middle of the backseat, brushing 'Taker's shoulder with hers and managed to find a station. Classical Rock. That would suffice. She patted Paul's shoulder before going back sit in her spot, staring out the window while slowly moving her head in time to the music, trying to push her dream away in the back of her mind.

Paul glanced at the Undertaker to make sure that was okay, knowing when the big man got into his moods, his music varied. When 'Taker just nodded, he sighed. Why did he feel like today was just not a good day?

He leaned against the window, watching the city fly by, closing his eyes. When Alexis had brushed against him, his body had automatically reacted. Good thing he was a master at keeping himself in check or Paul would have probably crashed the car due to Alexis being ravaged in the backseat. Now there was an idea.

Alexis finally couldn't take it anymore and peeled her hoodie off, revealing a black tank top underneath that hugged her curves and chest to perfection, tossing it to the side. "Paul, will you roll your window down?" She asked politely, smiling when he did and closed her eyes as the wind blew through the top of her hair. She needed some kind of relief, though the pants weren't working. She pulled them off, having black cotton shorts underneath, wondering if her monthly was on its way. 'No it's because I can't stop thinking about him.' She thought, glancing over at 'Taker before quickly looking back out the window, crossing her arms in front of her chest, finally pulling her hair up in a high messy bun to get off of her neck. This man was going to be the death of her and she didn't understand how one kiss could completely reverse everything she used to think about him. 'I'm fucked.' She thought with a groan.

Green eyes had watched her every move in the rearview mirror, darkening slowly as she first peeled off her shirt followed by the pants. This woman was going to be the death of him and if he didn't know any better, she was doing it on purpose. Growling, he cracked his neck, not noticing the curious yet slightly amused expression on Paul's face.

Paul personally thought they should just have sex and get it out of their systems.

It was hot outside or was that just her blood lighting a trail of fire throughout her body? Alexis seen he was pulling over into a rest stop area and immediately squeezed out, letting the cool air assault her instantly. She needed to breathe; she needed air; she needed distance away from 'Taker so she could THINK.

"I'll be right back." She called and took off running to a fountain that was down the hill, immediately taking a hose and drenching her hair, in the messy bun, before flipping it back and didn't care if the water ran down her back, shoulders and arms. She then went into the building where the snack machines were, grabbing a Sprite and two bags of chips with a candy bar. It would last her until they could stop and get some real food.

Tease, she was fucking teasing him! Growling, he almost stormed over to her, but wound up getting stopped by a boy of maybe about six.

"Are you- are you the Undertaker?" He whispered hesitantly, looking like he was ready to BOLT at any sign of danger.

His features automatically rearranging into a smile -which wasn't the normal- he dropped onto one knee, nodding. "Sure am." He said in a deep voice.

Paul watched as 'Taker signed an autograph for the kid, talking to the boy quietly and had to wonder if the man had a split personality.

Alexis walked out of the vending machine building, after using the bathroom, and halted at what she saw. The big bad scary Undertaker was crouched down on his knee talking to a little boy who looked to be about six years old. She actually smiled and walked over, sharing glances with Paul just as the little boy turned around, his eyes widening even more.

"Oh my god it's Alexis!" Another little boy shouted, joining the one Undertaker was talking too. Though he was about ten years old, maybe a little older. "C-Can we have your autograph?"

"Of course you can." She scrawled her autograph on both of their notepads and kissed their foreheads gently, smiling as they both looked in a daze before hightailing it back to their parents. She couldn't help laughing and shook her head before staring back at the Undertaker. "Hmm..." She walked past him before getting back in the car, opening a bag of chips and chomped on one.

He straightened slowly, hearing the boy's mother murmur something about him letting Alexis take a chair shot, apparently musing if it was scripted. Rolling his eyes, he got himself a bottle of water, ignoring Paul's knowing chuckles before grabbing some chips of his own, heading back to the car.

Paul was grinning broadly, sliding in the driver's seat. "Can I say it?"

"No."

"That was adorable."

He groaned.

"I agree." Alexis was smiling brightly, knowing they made those little boy's day and handed a bag of chips to Paul. "I seen you didn't go get any. Here's a water too." She happily ate her bag, not able to get the image of Undertaker talking to that little boy out of her mind. "Who knew you had a soft side." She said amusedly, staring out the window when his head snapped to the side to stare at her. She was positively glowing, her hair still damp from the fountain and started moving her head back and forth when Bryan Adams began playing.

Paul grinned. "See, even Alexis thinks so. Too bad I didn't have a camera."

"Paul, if you don't want that bottle of water crammed up your ass..." He trailed off, listening to the song and fell back into silence.

How true.

Alexis began singing softly to the music, totally in her element, the lyrics signifying what she thought and felt at the moment.

She didn't even notice 'Taker looking over at her as she danced in her seat, snapping her fingers and actually leaned over, blaring the song and seen Paul was getting into it. Bryan Adams was one of her favorite artists, she could listen to him all day and night and never get bored.

Now he wished he had a camera, just so he could capture a memory of the expression on her face. Contentment, she shined. Her voice sent shivers down his spine as he watched her, aware that Paul was grooving in his seat and tried not to laugh, that was definitely an oddball sight. When she leaned past him, he inhaled, inwardly groaning. Alexis was turning into his slow death, he knew it.

"What's the matter? You don't know how to have fun?" Alexis shouted over the music, moving over to press her hands on his shoulders, feeling him tense and kept singing to the song. She wanted to assure him she wasn't going to hold what he did the previous night against him and began moving his shoulders to the beat. It was the type of song that you just moved too because of how smooth the artist's voice was.

"The Undertaker does not relax." Paul said in a deep, booming voice, apparently in good spirits and ready to risk getting murdered with venomous looks, doing a bobbing thing with his head that just didn't look right.

He groaned, allowing Alexis to do what she was doing simply because she was touching him. Maybe this was her way of saying forgive and forget, reaching up to place a hand over hers.

She moved so her head was against his, her mouth right by his ear. "I forgive you 'Taker, don't worry about it." She ran her hands up and down his upper arms, feeling him slowly relax under her touch and laughed when Paul actually tried doing 'Taker's voice. She smiled softly when she felt his hand, wrapping her arms around his neck and rested her chin against his shoulder, inhaling his scent and sighed in contentment. "I'm sorry about everything." She whispered in his ear, knowing the radio was too loud for Paul to overhear, hoping maybe they could start over from scratch.

Being a naturally suspicious man, he instantly wondered what sort of game she was playing with him. This was a complete turnabout from how she normally treated him. Of course what had happened the night before might have had something to do with it, but to go from 'I want to kill you' to 'I forgive you' in a twenty four hour period was a bit...well it made him paranoid. Even if feeling her arms around him, her mouth against his ear was erasing those concerns. He leaned back, contentment stealing over him.

Seeing him with that little boy had totally changed everything she thought about 'Taker. He didn't have to give that autograph or bend down to talk to him. That scene wouldn't leave her mind and she couldn't help being drawn to him. She didn't let him go and rested her head against his, knowing both of them were exhausted. She was tired of fighting with him, tired of the games, and was just going to allow nature to take her wherever it lead. Whether with 'Taker or with someone else, or maybe she should be alone for awhile. She knew he didn't believe her. Why would he? Though clocking Edge in the back with a chair and betraying the man who she thought was the love of her life should've given him all the answers he needed.

Paul was contemplating all of this as he drove, wondering what was going on himself. The facts were easy to read. Alexis had betrayed Edge and her long time love Christian with a head butt and a chair shot with an actual chair. She had also willingly touched the Undertaker -in a non-violent way- which was the kicker. He glanced at them both, arching an eyebrow. What the hell?