Chapter 53

The sun setting on the horizon was Alice's signal to stop and head back to the apartment. Her kicking was getting better along with her punching, at least she thought anyway. She was somewhat shocked Mark hadn't followed her, but also relieved because she needed some time to herself. Mark needed it too. It was nice being naked and wrapped up in each other, but the real world was also a huge slap in the face. She trudged inside, seeing the lights were all off and frowned, not seeing Mark anywhere. He must've still been with Derrick. Shrugging, she peeled her clothes off, kicking them into the pile of dirty clothes forming outside the bathroom door and turned the shower on as hot as she could stand it to relax her muscles. She was sweaty and smelled from head to toe both from being outside in the hot sun as a shitty referee and her workout.

Mark was a tad bit drunk. He and Derrick had got to reminiscing about the 'good old days' and talking about their current lives. Once office hours were over, Derrick had drawn the shades and broke out the moonshine. The alcohol was terrible, the taste was like dirt, but damned if the burn and pleasant feeling afterwards didn't feel good.

"I gotta get back to my ol' lady." He rumbled finally, pushing himself out of the chair he had occupied and instantly regretted it. Mark should not have drunk that crap.

"Hope she don't want any… whissey dick."

By the time Mark came through the front door, it was after midnight and Alice was on the couch sleeping. The television was on some kind of infomercial and she was curled up on the couch with a blanket and pillow. Mark had set out some chicken breasts to bake in the oven with a couple sides, so she whipped them up and left a note on the table for him. Alice wasn't mad at him for staying out, it was nice to have some quiet time to reflect on everything and she'd gotten to watch some of her shows she knew he wouldn't like. Her guilty pleasures. Feeling a finger brush against her cheek, she snuggled further into the pillow and let out a contented sigh, a slight smile on her face.

He was way too drunk to even consider eating right now. Mark would throw up, so he just put it all away, sort of. He didn't know how long she had been waiting on him and felt…bad. Which was a first, he had never felt bad at all about keeping anyone waiting, not when he was out having a good time and catching up with friends, but… he did now. He also knew better than to try moving her from that couch to their bed. Mark had nearly dropped his own big backside just trying to get back into the apartment. Sort of making out her note, he gave it up in the end and just used the pen to scrawl what might've been a heart with some XOXO's to show he had seen the note, all very sloppy in his drunken mind quite neat looking. He grabbed a pillow off the bed and made himself comfortable on the floor by the couch, staring up at her for a minute before closing his eyes. Then he got back up, needing to piss and banged his knee against the toilet, cursing loudly. By the time he did make it back to his little bed on the floor, he was surprised he hadn't woken her up.

"Oh no…"

Alice stifled a giggle at the sight of Mark sleeping on the carpeted floor, when she woke up around 4 AM to use the bathroom, shaking her head with a soft smile. He was snoring like a freight train, which was a sign he was extremely tired and didn't care where he slept. Still, they had a few more hours to sleep before needing to get up to catch their 10 AM flight. Sighing, she squatted down beside him and sat on her knees, smoothing some hair from his handsomely rugged face with the back of her hand. Leaning over, she softly brushed her lips against his and blinked when he pulled her on top of him.

The soft kiss quickly turned passionate and somewhat sloppy from his drunken stupor, but it didn't bother Alice. The taste of the moonshine on his tongue combined with him in general just turned her on and she could feel how hard he was as his erection pressed against her panty covered sex. She was in a simple nightshirt with panties on, no bra. Sleep was suddenly the last thing on her mind as Mark groped her breast through her nightshirt, muttering something about how good she felt. Alice smiled, sitting up long enough to remove the nightshirt and wasn't surprised he had reached between them to rip her panties off, leaving her completely exposed to him. Instead of letting him claim her like so many times before, Alice wanted to tease him a bit and rubbed herself up and down on his hardened shaft, stimulating herself as well as coating his cock with her essence.

That wasn't happening. Mark was still pretty jacked up, but he wasn't in any mood to be teased and rolled suddenly, trapping Alice between the floor and him. His glassy emerald eyes focused in, with a little difficulty, on her face and he reached down, guiding himself into her slick sex, snapping his hips forward. Not thinking twice about it, he grabbed her by the wrists, guiding them over her head and pinned them there before using his other arm to steady himself, NOT wanting to crush her.

Alice felt his face bury in the crook of her neck briefly before moving down to capture a pert nipple in his mouth, his cock hammering in and out of her as hard, fast and deep as Mark could get. She could tell he was drunk, his movements were a little off balance, but it was still good old-fashioned fucking nonetheless. Her pussy was on the verge of being numb from how much sex they'd had that day and night, but at the same time, Alice was not complaining.

This man desired her, wanted her and she felt a twinge of regret at the fact she wasn't able to give him the stripper show she wanted. After Summerslam, when things calmed down and Dallas was out of their lives, she would do it after they came home on their next days off. He moved his hand between them, releasing her arms and felt her hands burying themselves in his now loose hair. Mark began thumbing her clit, needing her to reach that point pretty soon because, even in his alcohol-induced state, he knew he would blow his load pretty early.

The fact that he had been able to get it up was impressive.

"Come on, Red, cum for me, darlin'." He rumbled encouragingly, his mouth sealing to the side of her neck, leaving one hell of a hickey.

The hickey didn't bother her, enjoying being marked by this man. He could leave love marks all over her body, and he had in precarious places earlier that day; it was nothing makeup couldn't cover up. It also didn't take long for her climax to build, his thumb going faster and pressing harder against her swollen nub. Just a little more…suddenly, the rubbing and thrusting stopped abruptly. Mark collapsed on top of her, crushing her with his weight and Alice had a hard time breathing, using her strength to pull herself out from under him.

She stared at him in shock, her jaw dropped, while his snores filtered throughout the living room. Mark just fell asleep on her! He literally passed out on her while having sex! Mortified, Alice scrambled up to her feet, her legs feeling like jelly and made her way to the bathroom, needing a very cold shower. The next time he wanted middle of the night sex while still drunk, he could copulate with himself!

Well, in Mark's drunken defense, she probably shouldn't have kissed him, not that he knew she was pissed off at him. He was way too drunk to know anything outside of… nothing. By the time he would be awake, he would probably be way too hungover to care about passing out mid-thrust, mid-rub and all that. He simply rolled onto his back, snoring, body parts dangling out and doing what they would with his hand on his dick.

Feeling particularly vindictive, Alice did not go back to sleep after what happened and instead watched some television in the bedroom. When 8 AM rolled around, she promptly walked out and went to the kitchen, grabbing a pot out of the lower cupboard. Then she grabbed a steel stirring spoon and mentally counted to 3 before pounding the hell out of it.

"THIS IS YOUR WAKE-UP CALL!" She roared at the top of her lungs, beating on the pot and watched Mark bolt upright, much like he did in the ring in his earlier years, with bloodshot eyes and a screaming headache. "TIME TO GET UP! WE HAVE TO BE AT THE AIRPORT IN 2 HOURS!" Then, she put the pot and spoon on the kitchen counter and went back into the bedroom to resume her television show while Mark cursed a blue streak.

Mark had absolutely no recollection of last night past the point of… probably about 11… he remembered telling Derrick he needed to get home… Derrick offered one more shot and that had been it. He didn't remember coming in and sure as hell did not remember what he had done to piss Alice off, but her tone was full of anger. His head felt like there were razorblades in it, his tongue was dryer than Linda McMahon after watching her husband cheat on her… it sucked.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR DAMAGE?" He bellowed, instantly regretting that one and groaned, hunching in on himself to stop himself from puking. Derrick was a bastard.

Alice was pissed off for a very GOOD reason and the fact he was yelling at her was an indication he didn't remember anything that happened between them earlier that morning. GREAT! That just pissed her off more. Grabbing her bag, neglecting his, Alice planted it by the door and stalked into the kitchen, already dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black tank top with white flames going up the sides. The food she'd made for him, that he didn't eat, was tossed since they wouldn't have time to eat until they were on the plane or grabbed a quick bite to eat at the airport before boarding their flight.

"If you puke on that carpet, Mark Calaway, I will make you EAT IT." She growled, not amused in the slightest and her greys were pure steel while cleaning up the mess she'd made the previous night.

"Who pulled the string on your tampon?" Mark growled, pushing himself off the floor with a groan.

He had absolutely no idea what he had done to piss her off, besides probably coming home at an obscene hour, but either he had done something seriously messed up or she was just an angry, raging bitch this morning. Regardless, he didn't overly care right now. He needed a shower. Coffee. Pills for his aching head. He was going to raid his Vicodin… yes, definitely.

"Bangin' fuckin' pots…" He dipped his head under the sink faucet, trying to ease the desert going on in his mouth and the sandpaper tongue he had.

"I'm not on my period, number one, so nobody and, just so you know, the next time you want to have middle of the night sex, MAKE SURE YOU'RE NOT FUCKING DRUNK AS A SKUNK!"

There, she felt marginally better and stormed out of the kitchen, shaking her head. It happened, people made mistakes because that was life. Nobody was perfect. She understood that, but…the fact she couldn't even keep her man awake, drunk or not, for sex really made her self-esteem plummet. It was stupid for thinking that way, but at the same time, what woman wouldn't be pissed off their man had fallen asleep on them DURING sex? After sex, sure that was fine, but DURING? Gritting her teeth, Alice sat on the couch on the far end and curled up in the middle nook, flipping through channels.

Rolling his eyes, Mark stepped into the shower and put it out of thought while he took care of his body odor and the scent of really nasty moonshine. It felt like it was coming out of his pores. When he was done, he felt slightly better. Ready to ingest some coffee, not food though. That still made his stomach flip-flop. Sighing, he stepped out, toweled off and walked bare assed back to the bedroom to change.

"So what, I came before you did, is that your problem?" He demanded gruffly when he emerged, spotting her on the couch. It happened, not that it was anything to brag about, but still.

"If only!" Alice snapped, feeling her blood boil all over again and narrowed her eyes at the sheer perplexity on his face. If she wasn't so pissed off, she would've laughed because it was a priceless face. "It's really sad you don't remember. You seriously have no recollection of holding me down and fucking me this morning? You have no recollection of making me THIS close," She paused, making the finger inch motion and drew out the word 'this'. "To cumming and then passing out on me IN MID-THRUST?!" Now his face was one of shock and humiliation. Good! She wanted him to feel just as humiliated and mortified as she was! "You nearly crushed me to death because you were on top of me and you don't remember that?! You are a piece of work, Calaway!"

Mortification passed quickly when he realized what she was really mad about. "So… you're mad… because I didn't get you off?" He remarked slowly, snorting and rolled his eyes. "Red, I woke you up yesterday with sex, and we have sex all the fuckin' time. Go learn to masturbate." He got into the fridge, procuring several bottles of water and lined them up. "I'm sorry, it happens." Most women would have not allowed him to get that far, not reeking the way he had. He began knocking down the waters, one by one.

"No, I'm not mad about not getting off! I know how to use my damn finger and vibrator, thank you very fucking much!" Alice shot back angrily, standing up from the couch and folded her arms tightly in front of her chest, eyeballing him shrewdly. "What I'm pissed about is the fact you fell asleep on me WHILE we were having sex! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?! I don't care how drunk you are, if I can't keep my man satisfied and awake long enough for BOTH of us to have an orgasm, and at least FINISH what we're doing, something is very wrong! And you're right, we have sex a lot and I think we should taper off a bit with that, especially after this morning. Go use your hand the next time you want an orgasm." Sneering, she fell back on the couch and shook her head, not believing the audacity of this man to try to blame her for what happened!

"The fact that you're taking me being drunk as fuck, and passin' out as a personal affront to your capabilities, is fucked up, Alice." Shit, what was that about strippers? Daddy issues, self-esteem issues, all that stereotypical bullshit… well, stereotypes were usually based on actual people. "You don't have to worry about havin' sex for a while… you equate your self-esteem and worth with it… I'm not your private fuckin' shrink, Red." Mark was not about to lose his dick trying to fuck confidence and self-worth into her; his sperm wasn't some magical boosting juice.

Men would never understand, and Alice was too angry to explain it to him in a way he would see where she was coming from. Instead, she kept her mouth shut and just let Mark think whatever he wanted, looking positively disgusted by his poisonous words. Alice did not equate her self-esteem and worth to sex – not even a fraction. It honestly hurt her feelings he would fall asleep on her during sex…it was an emotional problem, not a physical or mental one. It just hurt her feelings, but of course he had to overthink it.

Grabbing her bag, she stormed out of the apartment and went to the truck, not waiting for him. She refused to cry in front of him, deciding she would be getting her own room that night to mull things over and figure out where to go from here. There was no way she could share a room with him after what he said, and she didn't care if the Alliance was still after her. That's why aliases were made, and she had a couple she could use. As soon as the truck unlocked, she slipped inside and took the backseat, putting distance between her and Mark for the time being.

In his hungover state, Mark did not care if he hurt her feelings with what he said. Drinking that much and passing out, yes, it was bad he had passed out on her and nearly crushed her, but Christ… he had been so obliterated… it happened. Any woman who did not understand that, or who felt emotionally crushed on something that happened to poor saps everywhere… he didn't have the patience to babysit Alice and give her a safe space. Sliding his shades down over his nose, Mark got behind the wheel, tossing his own bag into the seat she normally would have occupied.