Chapter 21
Jetta was sleeping peacefully in her dressing room, wearing blue jeans with a blue tank top, her black fingerless gloves still on and her hair was down, still damp from her earlier shower. Her chest rose and fell evenly; lips slightly parted and moved to lie on her side, curling her hand around her face. She was missing Mark's match, but that was due to having her first ever and the adrenaline had worn off. Not to mention Jetta wanted to have enough strength for her and Mark's official reunion so a power nap was in order.
Mark stared down at her, sweat glistening on his body as he calmed down. He had pulled down the top half of his tights, the fabric irritating his damp skin. She was so beautiful. Quietly, he crouched down and just watched her. Three months, three months away from her and now, seeing her here was like seeing a mirage. He couldn't be sure she was real or if he had finally gone off the deep end like Cena had insisted. Hesitantly, he reached out a hand and ran a long finger down her nose.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open as blue met green, a smile crossing her face and sighed when his lips met hers in a soft kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled away to bury her face in it, breathing him in. She didn't care if he was sweaty from his match. He smelled wonderful and felt him lift her up in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, staring into his eyes.
"I'm really here." She whispered, seeing the doubt in them.
He was easy to read, to her anyway, though to others they had no clue. Jetta did though. She knew Mark and kissed him again just to prove to him further that she was really here, moaning softly as desire coursed through her body.
Backing up, Mark kicked the door shut, reaching behind him to lock it, never breaking the kiss. The hotel would wait, he was planning on using the showers here, and she was going with him. Growling against her lips, he pinned Jetta to the wall, bracing her there with a raised leg while he tugged at the bottom of her tank top. His eyes met hers, asking silent permission.
Seeing his eyes darken to a forest green, Jetta stopped him as she pulled her tank top over her head, leaving her clad in a midnight blue bra before kissing him fiercely, their chests pressed together, hearts beating as one. "Please..." She whispered against his lips, feeling him pull her from the wall, and headed toward the bathroom. Hell, he could fuck her in a hot desert, it wouldn't matter as long as she felt him inside of her again. "Mark please..." She urged, reaching down to try to get his tights off, their lips meeting and tongues entwining together in a demanding, passionate kiss.
Closing the door behind him, Mark set her down on the floor, quickly divesting himself of his tights. He reached into the shower, getting the water started before ridding her of her clothing as well. "Mmm..." He purred stepping back to take in her beautiful body, arching an eyebrow at the new contours, the feminine muscles he knew she hadn't had before. "Beautiful."
"The streaks don't bother you?" She asked softly, smiling when he shook his head, and laughed when he said they added an even more erotic aura to her. Jetta stepped into the shower, taking his hand and pulling him inside against her, staring up into his green eyes. "I love you." She murmured and wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up, her legs going around his waist instantly.
After their strenuous exercise in the shower and cleaning themselves -Jetta for the second time that night- they stepped out and dressed. Jetta was glad her clothes hadn't gotten wet as she walked into her dressing room, grabbing her brush out of her bag. Smiling as Mark's arms wrapped around her waist, he was just in a towel since his bag was back in his dressing room.
"Do you want me to go grab your things for you?"
"Hmmm...Yeah, that'd be nice." He murmured, trailing lazy kisses across her shoulder blades, bending down to kiss the skull with blue flames. He wasn't too keen on putting back on his tights, especially considering that'd mean he'd need another shower. "Unless you think people wouldn't mind me running around in my towel?"
Jetta chuckled softly as she turned around and nodded, kissing him before pressing her hand against his chest. "Wait here." She whispered, rolling her eyes when he made a comeback.
"Where else am I gonna go?"
Honestly, the man was full of jokes tonight. Jetta walked out of her room and down the hallway, walking into Mark's dressing room and swiped his bag up. She turned around and headed back out, going to her dressing room, glad nobody was bothering her on her first night back. They could do it tomorrow, tonight was all about her and Mark. She handed him his bag and kissed his lips softly before gathering the rest of her things.
While she was doing that, he quickly pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a white thermal long sleeved shirt. He ran a brush through his hair enough to make it look somewhat presentable, like he really cared at the moment, and tossed that into his bag. He laced up his boots and was ready to go, looking down at her.
"Ready to get the hell out of here, darlin'?"
She smiled over her shoulder at him, nodding. "More than you could possibly know."
Tossing her bag over her shoulder much like him, Jetta took his extended hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it and laced their fingers together before walking out of her dressing room. Jetta cracked her neck and knuckles, leaning against Mark's side, and smiled as he kissed the top of her head, not believing they were finally together again. She knew this journey was far from over and couldn't wait to embark on it with him.
"Hey! Tomorrow, let's go out and celebrate that Jets back and Michelle's gone!" John shouted from his dressing room doorway, grinning when Mark shot him a look. "Don't be hatin'."
"Jetta will be lucky if she can walk without looking like she spent a week on a horse in the morning, don't make any plans."
Jetta giggled when John's jaw dropped and felt him drop a kiss on her lips, her arm wrapping around his waist while shouldering her bag with the other. They made it to the rental without any further interruptions and Jetta slid in the front seat, Mark getting on the driver's side. "So you didn't get enough in the shower?" She mused and laughed when he pulled her in for another deep kiss, moaning as she caressed his face gently with her hand. "Mmm I want you to fuck me until the sun comes up, do you remember saying that to me when we first met?"
"Course I do, I never wanted to stop." Mark growled hungrily, his green eyes lighting up at the memory. "Mmm...You remember what I did to you that night?" He smirked, remembering quite well. He had had to hold her up while he pleasured her, just so she wouldn't topple. Licking his lips, he decided a repeat performance of that night was in order.
"I often think about it." Jetta confessed as their fingers laced together, the car starting, and looked out the window as they drove back to the hotel.
So many thoughts ran through her mind about what was going to happen now. Surely, this was as good as it got right? Jetta looked over at him and knew many adventures laid ahead for them along with obstacles. She could only hope they could overcome them without being apart again. Though with her temper now in check and controlled, Jetta had a feeling things between them would go a lot smoother.
"So...where WERE you for that month?" Mark asked, needing to get his mind on something besides ravishing her. He didn't want their relationship to go back to just being about sex, even if at the moment that's all he wanted. Three months had been a very long time to go without her. "Who the hell trained you?" He remembered seeing her with Paul and snorted. "That sneaky bastard..."
Jetta giggled and shook her head, looking thoroughly amused by his sudden discomfort. "Paul did and I was in Connecticut at his private home. Linda had to make it somewhere far away where nobody would think to look." She leaned her head against his arm, hearing him mumbling, and shook her head with a roll of her eyes. "Oh stop it already. You have me back and that's all you should be concerned with." Her attitude had completely changed, no longer anger in her presence, just sheer contentment and happiness.
"Well why the hell couldn't I know you were there? Not like I was going to run around blabbing it to anyone." Besides, everyone for the most part had steered clear of him during that last month. Even Glen. From what he heard, Glen had tried bribing John or some shit. He never got a straight answer because Glen would always go red and start muttering about being out a lot of money.
"Because Linda didn't want to take the chance of you coming to find me." She explained, making it sound simple, and sighed at the agitated tone of his voice. "I'm sorry Mark." She lowered her head, putting her head in her hands, and sighed heavily. "I tried calling you so many times, but then I would think about what I saw and..." She swallowed hard, knowing they had to get through this. "I just want to ask this and then I'll drop it, I swear." She looked back at him as he stopped at a red light. "What happened that night in your dressing room when I came back?"
Mark arched an eyebrow, a disgusted expression coming over his face as he remembered that night all too well. "I was getting around for a match and she came in. She'd been hounding my ass for awhile." He snorted, shaking his head. "I was getting ready to tell her ass no for who knows what time and the bitch jumped into my arms. I mean, she literally jumped. Next thing I know, she's kissing me then you're there and then you're gone."
"That's what Linda thought." She quietly said, looking out the window as he pulled into the hotel parking lot, biting her bottom lip. They had separate rooms, but they damn sure weren't sleeping alone tonight. "Do you want to come to my suite? It has a Jacuzzi." She grinned back at him, knowing that probably sounded heavenly to him right now.
Mark rubbed his chin, looking like he had to consider that first, laughing when she mock punched his shoulder. "Darlin', you could be staying in a box and I'd still come with you. Well...no, maybe not a box, but, you get my point." He teased, getting out of the car and walking around to open her door for her. "Come on, I'm still planning on fucking you till the sun comes up." He growled huskily.
Her eyes sparkled back at him and laughed as he lifted her up in his arms, placing her over his shoulder and yelped when he smacked her ass, immediately moaning. "Oh you know I love it rough, baby." She purred in his ear and laughed when he smacked her ass again, this time on the other cheek while grabbing their bags. "Keep that up and I might have to retaliate." She did so by moving his hair back from his neck, tracing the top of his dancing skeleton tattoo on the back of his neck.
Growling, Mark slapped her ass again. "Woman, unless you're not bothered by me fucking right here and now, I'd quit that." He threatened, the timbre of his voice suggesting he'd do it, which he would. He had fucked her senseless in a flimsy tent surrounded by hundreds of people, in a parking lot...Mark was not a shy man.
"Mmm then do it." She seen there was nobody in the parking lot and felt him set her down on the trunk of the car, licking her lips at him and reached down as she unsnapped her jeans, pulling them down until they were below on the gravel. This was an underground parking lot and it was late at night. Most of the wrestlers were already in their rooms as she pulled him against her, unsnapping his jeans. "Come on Mark, you talk the talk, now walk the walk. Fuck me right here, right now." Her voice sounded challenging, harsh passion evident in her tone.
His upper lip curling, Mark grabbed Jetta by her hips, pulling her forward to him. He bent down to capture her lips in his, kissing the breath out of them both as his fingers pleasured her, feeling her wetness and grunted, nodding. Just as he was about to slide inside of her, he heard applause.
"Go Deadman, you rock that-"
Randy clamped a hand over John's mouth, trying not to look.
Jetta was laughing so hard, the mood totally ruined, shaking her head while Mark zipped his jeans and started chasing John and Randy down, who were running for their lives. Jetta took the time to pull her jeans on and buttoned them before heading inside the hotel, grabbing both her and Mark's bag. Mark was busy hunting down the moron twins, but she did tell the receptionist to give Mark a keycard to her room when he got a chance, going up there. Jetta set the bags down and pulled her jeans off, stretching her sore muscles and decided the Jacuzzi was first on the list. She walked over and turned the jets on before stripping completely and sank down into the hot liquid, closing her eyes and sighed in contentment.
After literally pinning the two in the corner and making them get on their knees, begging with clasped hands for mercy, Mark was satisfied, especially since he had snapped a picture with his cell phone. He had every intention of printing off a copy for Glen to photo shop a dick in there or something since Glen had a twisted sense of humor. Ruining a perfectly scrumptious moment the way they had...He got a key at the front desk and quickly headed back to his woman.
Jetta didn't hear the door open, too consumed with relaxation and her head was tilted back, letting the jets work out her tired muscles. It wasn't until she felt a hand on her shoulder that Jetta looked up and smiled as green eyes pierced her soul, bringing her wet hand up to caress his face tenderly. "I was wondering when you were going to join me." She giggled, watching him strip out of his clothes, and immediately moved to where she was straddling his lap, resting her head against his shoulder. "I love you." She whispered, kissing his neck before hugging him tightly against her. "I missed you so much. I said it once and I'm going to say it again, what have you done to me Mark Calaway?"
"Hmm...I don't know. The same thing you've done to me, I suppose." Mark said softly, cradling her against him tightly. Contemplating it, he ran his hands through her honey blonde hair, really loving the blue streaks. They made her look even more alluring if that were possible, enhancing her already beautiful blue eyes. "You changed me, Jetta." He whispered, resting his head on top of hers.
"You changed me too, Mark, for the better." She softly replied, running water up his arms, loving his tattoos. They made him look dangerous and deadly, though with her he was gentle and loving. "I honestly didn't think about any other man after Sturgis. I stopped traveling, stopped the one night stands, everything. You ruined me for every other man out there that night." She felt him chuckle and smiled, knowing that would boost his ego and kissed his chest. "You're amazing, you were so gentle yet rough with me at the same time. It wasn't just fucking that night and I know that. There was feeling, passion, desire, everything mixed into one. It was something I never could forget and I never thought I'd see you again. I don't know what I would've done had I not gone to that wrestling event and found you. Cause for that solid year, I was miserable and all my fire was gone."
"Well...I'll admit this to you only once." Mark said teasingly, kissing her nose. "After Sturgis, you're not the only one who quit with the one night stands, so it's safe to say you've ruined me for all other women. Wench." He smiled, remembering how shocked he had been to see her in that arena, wondering if this was fate delivering him a second chance. "Darlin', you and I, we were meant to be together. Somewhere down the line, we would've crossed paths again, it was always just a matter of time."
Jetta couldn't agree more as she moved to where she was sitting sideways on his lap, just wanting to be close to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, her head resting on his chest and felt his arms wrap around her in a tight, warm embrace. "I missed these." She whispered, referring to his arms and nuzzled his chest a little before running her hand up and down it soothingly, in a pure non-sexual way. "What did you think when you saw me in the ring tonight?" She asked, moving to look up at him, staring into his green eyes that haunted her dreams day and night for the past three months, aching to feel him with her again. And here he was and he wasn't a dream or a mirage. He was flesh and bone.