Disclaimer: I do not own anything or having anything to do with the WWE or with the wrestlers mentioned in this fanfiction. I only wrote this for pure enjoyment of the sport and of its entertainers
Note: The Version of The Undertaker in this story is during his American Badass days.
Chapter Eleven
The sounds of birds chirping echoed to her ears. Her eyes squinted slightly before opening up a bit. What the hell happened last night? She turned her gaze towards a spot, and noticed where her clothes were laying on the floor in a pile. The realization started to slip into her mind. She had sex with Mark Callaway, one of the bartenders from Mickey's Bar, the night before. Emma drew in a breath of air, and looked over to the other side of her bed. She looked upon Mark sleeping peacefully beside her. I remember everything about last night now. A smile moved across her face as memories of her first sexual encounter with him flooded back. Pulling her eyes away from him, she proceeded to sit up on the bed. A rush of pain hit her hard like a tidal wave, targeting her bruised side. "Ah!" she gasped. Her voice came out in a cry. One of her arms wrapped around her body, and placed her palm against her side.
"Emma," Mark said, waking up with a start, "what is wrong?" He moved up beside her, and noticed her holding her side that was hurt the worse by her ex-boyfriend. Concern for her flooded his gaze. "Did I hurt you last night?"
She looked over towards him, and found him looking upon her with worry and concern. Oh don't look at me like that with those sad eyes. It is okay, Mark. I am not hurt. It kills me to see that look in your eyes. Her heart ached at seeing such pain in him. "I am fine, Mark." She replied. Her voice lowered to a soft whisper, fighting the pain that was in her side. "You didn't hurt me."
"Then why did you cry out just now?"
"It is just my side." She motioned over to her side that her hand was on. "It is still really tender from my asshole of an ex-boyfriend's attack on me last night. It has nothing to do with us having sex in this bed."
"Are you sure?"
"I am one-hundred percent positive on that, Mark." She softened the look in her eyes. A kind smile moved across her face, trying to calm his worried soul. Her eyes looked towards the floor, and noticed the tattered remains of her bra, panties, and dress. A slight chuckle escaped her mouth as she kept her gaze on them. "I think there is something that we need to figure out a solution for."
"What is that?"
Reaching down, she got a hold of her tattered dress, and lifted it up. She turned her eyes towards him from where she sat. A soft, playful chuckle escaped her mouth as she held up the evidence of what happened. "I believe that you are going to have to find me some extra clothes for me to get into until I can get me something to wear sometime today since you sort of ripped up my dress, bra and panties."
"Sorry about that." Chuckling, he wrapped his arms around her, and gave her some kisses on the back of her neck. "It is just that you drove me so wild last night that the animal side of me woke up, and came to life."
"Has it been dead for some reason?" She looked over her shoulder at him, flashing him playful smile. "Was it asleep?"
"It has been asleep for the last few years now." He gazed into her eyes as he moved out of the bed. Walking in his nude form, he went over to her side of the bed, holding the stare with her. "I had dated a woman who I thought was the perfect one."
"But she wasn't, right?"
"Let's just say that she gave the term, Gold Digger, a whole new meaning." Chuckling, he knelt beside the bed, and brushed some hair out of her face. His eyes gazed at her with nothing but pure love coming from them. "You look so beautiful in the morning light."
A soft giggle escaped her mouth before she could stop it. She loved hearing him compliment her, and tell her things that made her feel special for once in her life. "You don't look bad yourself." Leaning forward, she kissed the tip of his nose with a smile on her face.
"If you don't watch it, Emma, we might just go for round two right away."
"I believe that I need to get cleaned up before that happens, Mark."
"Okay then." He showed his hand to her. "Come with me."
Cocking one of her eyebrows, Emma slipped one of her hands into his grasp, and move to stand up in her naked form. She looked to him with a curious gaze, matching the tone growing in her voice. "Where are you-"
"Since we both need to clean up," Mark replied, "I thought it would be a good idea for us both to take a nice...hot shower together."
Oh boy. If I know how things are going to go, we will be heading for round two all right in the shower. Knowing very well that the possibility for a repeat was high, Emma walked with him in the direction of where a dark oak door stood on the other side of the room.