Chapter 25

Mark drove in silence for an hour, the sun fading behind the horizon, never letting go of her hand. Finally, when he was nearing his destination, he pulled his hand from hers, flicking on the high beams. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the dirt drive they were now on, glancing over at her.

"You awake?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah, where are we?" She asked softly, looking around, the sun having gone down so there was no way she could see.

She looked over at her boyfriend and seen the smirk on his face, squeezing his hand to let him know she trusted him completely. Mark would never hurt her and Jetta wasn't scared in the slightest. If anything, excitement was rippling through every pore of her body and suddenly she'd forgotten about her head killing her or getting the hairspray out of her hair.

"Just a little further up the road, darlin', then I'll quit with the suspense." Mark teased, slowing down to avoid some dips that went deep into the road, frowning. "Forgot how damn bad this road was." If it weren't for the fact this was a rental, he'd of said fuck it and taken the bouncing. "You alright?"

Jetta nodded and looked ahead, raising an eyebrow, and wondered where they were going since all she saw before her was open road. She sighed and simply leaned back in her chair, smoothing down her dress and made a face. "God I hate dresses." She grumbled and plucked another rose out of her hair, dropping it to the floorboard. She was going to KILL her best friend for making her get her hair done and for wearing this damn dress.

"If it's any consolation darlin', you look damn hot in that dress." Mark said, doing a quick once over of her, his eyes reluctantly turning back to the perilous road. "If weddings is what it takes to get you in one..." He teased. "Though I think leather pants would look hotter." Oh yeah, now there was a thought. Mark had to shake his head to clear his mind, not wanting to get stuck in a hole.

"You've seen me in leather pants before..." She trailed off, suddenly remembering the last time she'd worn leather pants around him.

They were blue leather, but leather nonetheless, and she wrestled in them. As SOON as she came through the curtain, she was thrown over his shoulder and carted out of the arena. Jetta remembered that night vividly because Linda had to cancel his match he had scheduled against Cody Rhodes. She had laughed the entire way back to the hotel, though it ended abruptly when he shredded her leather pants by ripping them off of her body and taking her forcefully. Jetta shivered at the memory, her eyes glittering as she stared out the window, hoping he didn't rip this dress because -and she'd never admit this to him-, she truly loved it.

Mark had considered tearing away the dress just to see what she was wearing underneath. He was sincerely hoping a matching bra and panty set in the black and wine red colors, but...she just looked too damn stunning. Not to mention Jetta wearing a dress was one of those days when a national holiday was called and all that.

"Oh..." He said, sounding mildly surprised. "We're here."

Jetta looked ahead of them and raised a slow eyebrow, the car rolling to a stop, and looked over at her boyfriend before slipping her heels on and stepped out. Before them was a beautiful log cabin as she shut the door, taking in the surrounding. The sun was gone and a million stars were glittering above them as Jetta smiled, wondering why they were here.

"You own a cabin in Tennessee?" She quipped with a smirk, causing him to roll his eyes and giggled before heading for the front door, used to wearing heels by now. They were two inches and black.

Mark was more than a little amused. "No darlin', just a little place I rent from time to time when I feel like getting away." He pulled a key out of the pocket of his slacks, sliding it into the keyhole. Pushing the door open, Mark bent down and scooped her into his arms, carrying Jetta inside princess style with a smirk. "Hmm…Some parts of the whole wedding tradition aren't so bad."

That caught Jetta off guard, but she didn't stop smiling and let him carry her inside, over the threshold so to speak. It was so strange, this was like...like something out of a movie. A romantic getaway for two. Jetta NEVER pegged Mark to be a romantic, though he had his moments. He wasn't the type of guy who bought flowers or took her to a candlelit dinner. Romance to him was sex and she was the same way. So this was a complete turnaround for him as he gently set her down on her feet, causing her to look around.

The cabin was beautiful with a huge living room that had a roaring fireplace already going and she could hear the crackling coming from it. Her heels gently clicked against the polished wooden floor as she walked inside, seeing the black leather furniture, though there was no television. That was interesting, Jetta wondered what else the cabin held and turned around, seeing Mark watching her.

Mark kind of wished she'd go back to examining the room because he enjoyed just watching her, just being around her. He knew he wasn't sickly sweet and romantic like oh say...Glen, but on the rare occasion, he had his moments. "Do you like it?" He asked quietly, knowing this was different for them, together that is.

"Yes, it's beautiful. Very cozy." Jetta replied, walking over, and hugged him gently around the waist. His smell, his touch, everything about this man Jetta loved and she wanted him for the rest of her life. She didn't care about a ring or a piece of paper, none of that mattered to her. It never did. She was completely opposite from Cayla, who wanted the ring, who wanted the piece of paper, who wanted her man to prove to her he loved her like no other. Mark didn't need to do that because Jetta knew deep down he was it for her and she for him. They completed each other and nothing would ever change that. "I take it you got sick of hotel rooms eh?"

Mark snorted, nodding his head, resting his hands on her hips. His palms molded to her curvy figure, it was like she had been designed with only him in mind, a perfect fit. That's exactly what they were; made for each other and nobody else, which explained why they both had led the lives they had until meeting each other. They had just been waiting until the day fate brought them together.

"Darlin', aren't YOU sick of hotel rooms yet?"

"You know me, I love traveling." Jetta smirked back at him and laughed as he lifted her up, the dress preventing her from wrapping her legs fully around his waist, just like at Glen's earlier. "So you promised me I could get this hairspray out of my hair. Where's the shower?" She asked, her mouth right by his ear, and giggled as he growled against her before hugging him around the neck. "I love you, Mark." She whispered, eyes closing, just enjoying the moment in his arms as he carried her down the hallway through the kitchen and toward, what she could guess to be, the master bedroom. She wasn't wrong and looked around, pulling back a little, seeing the huge comfortable bed with the joining bathroom, grinning.

Huge because standard beds just weren't big enough for him. Mark glanced around the room, nodding to himself and smirked, walking over to the bed and picking up a silver wrapped box. "This is for you." He said softly, holding it out to her.

Damn he was glad the folks he had rented this from had been nice enough to drop it off. Then again…their bags were also here too. Though Jetta didn't need to know that right away. She could run around naked for awhile.

Raising a slow eyebrow, Jetta took the box from him as he set her down on the bed, just staring at it for a moment. They'd been together over a year now and never, to her memory, had he gotten her a gift. She slowly pulled the black ribbon off the box before letting it drop to the floor and opened the box, a wicked smirk coming to her lips as she pulled out the thin fabric.

It was a negligee, if that was even the term. It was wine colored and had a criss cross design across the breasts that would show off a nice portion of her breasts. It was flower printed, as far as she could tell, and see-through for the most part with a pair of panties to go with it. Jetta smiled, remembering telling Mark how much she hated thongs and G-strings, and he apparently didn't forget that factor. Standing up, Jetta walked over and held it to herself in the mirror over the dress, nodding in approval.

"I love it." She finally said, smiling over at him. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." Mark murmured, bending down to kiss her. It was the gift that kept on giving. He bought it for her, he would get to reap the benefits by seeing her in it, and removing it from her. "Go get your shower, darlin'." He said, nudging her gently towards the bathroom. "Better yet, why don't you take a bath?" She would find everything she would need in there, on top of a few others things.

"Mmm that sounds even better."

She reached up and kissed him up again, caressing his face with the back of her hand and walked inside the bathroom, grinning. It had a full master garden tub with jets as she set Mark's gift on the sink, making sure to be delicate with it. She then turned to stare in the mirror and actually admired herself for a moment. She looked...feminine. It was different as she reached back and unzipped the dress, letting the straps fall down her arms and the dress pooled at her feet, stepping out. She was wearing just a simple strapless bra and panty set underneath that was wine colored, nothing spectacular, and walked over to start the tub.

She got the temperature to her liking before grabbing the strawberry scented bubble bath, smiling, and poured some in. A hot, soothing bath sounded heavenly at the moment and Jetta sighed as the smell engulfed her. She was a woman at heart, she admitted it, she just didn't like showing everyone she came across. Walking over to the mirror, Jetta proceeded to remove the rest of the roses and the bobby pins out of her hair, groaning. Cayla owed her BIG for this as she plucked them out one by one, letting each curl fall down her back and over her shoulders, shaking her head.

While Jetta was in the bathroom, Mark quickly shed the uncomfortable dress shirt, tossing it onto the bed without a second glance. Running his fingers through his hair, he walked through the cabin. Habit. He had to make sure everything was the way he liked it. Halting in the kitchen, he opened the fridge, arching an eyebrow at the bottle of wine. He didn't remember asking for that though...the owners had a sense of humor, he had mentioned he would be bringing someone with him. For the first time ever.

Sinking into the water, Jetta sighed as she leaned back against the tub and ran the water over her arms, immediately dipping her head underneath and resurfaced. It felt so great getting that shit out of her hair. "Never again." Jetta vowed, though she would probably break that sooner or later. Snorting, Jetta rubbed her eyes and looked around the tub, raising an eyebrow at what she saw before her. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, those things she knew she needed, but what the hell else did he have up his sleeve?

Mark returned to the bedroom after getting a fire going in the front room, glancing at the bathroom door. He was so tempted to go in there right now, but...Grunting, he kicked off his dress shoes, promising himself revenge on Glen when they were in the ring and it was all legal. Shedding his slacks and the boxers he had reluctantly worn, he kicked those aside as well. He pulled on a pair of black pajama pants, dropping down onto the bed, and folded his arms behind his head.

It took three times of washing her hair before Jetta was satisfied that ALL of the hairspray was fully out, growling. She stepped out of the bath, draining the water, and wrapped a towel around herself before walking over to look in the mirror. The wine streaks made her hair look almost a deep strawberry blonde, though they were only streaks. The honey still stood out as she proceeded to brush it out, amazed by how fast it dried. She then dried herself off completely before pulling on the panties and then the lingerie, shaking her head.

What had possessed Mark to get her a gift like this, besides wanting to see her in it so he could rip it right off?

She grinned, noticing it had a choker, and put that on as well, finally standing back to look in the mirror. She had to admit, she looked incredibly sexy, the material clung to every curve and showed her toned legs, arms and stomach nicely. She brushed her teeth and did her hair one more time before flipping it forward and then back, letting it pool down her back and over her shoulder, blue eyes landing on the door. There was no makeup on her face as she walked over and opened it, the dress hanging on the back of the door so it didn't get ruined.

Mark raised his head off the pillow, green eyes roaming over her slowly, a sultry smile spreading across his sensual lips. In seconds, he was sitting, gesturing her to come to him, never looking away from her. He took in the streaks, wondering if that would be a permanent addition. He loved it when she streaked her hair, but he wanted to see the pure honey blonde he had met her with, just for a little bit.

"You're beautiful, darlin'." He said huskily.

"Do I meet your approval?" She asked playfully, doing a slow spin with her arms stretched out, and smirked at the desire coursing through his eyes.

The way he was looking at her, Jetta hoped their passion remained that way for a long time to come. He made her feel beautiful, wanted, cherished, desired...she could go on for days with how Mark made her feel. She'd only streaked her hair for the wedding, having left it honey blonde after the blue faded, wanting her natural hair color and nothing more. Though Cayla begged her to do it for the wedding so she obliged, anything to avoid a fight with the bride. Walking over to him and taking his extended hand, Jetta smiled as he pulled her down to straddle him, their lips mere inches apart as she felt his huge hands on her back, hands resting on his shoulders.