Freyja stayed outside for a long time. She should have grabbed a jacket, but the grain alcohol was keeping her warm enough. She was trying to figure Kane out, it didn't make any sense to her. He went back on his word, and when he said he wouldn't. But he did, and all because she was in danger?

Were all his words empty like that? Was there a reason he did it? How could he possibly care?

Her reverie was disturbed by the uneven padding of feet on concrete rounding the hotel, as none other than Matt Hardy stumbled over to the bench coming from God-knows-where.

"Hey." Matt came up to her side and taking a seat, flask of his own in hand. His shirt was halfway undone, hair disheveled and he reeked of liquor.

Freyja nodded in his direction and turned her body a little towards him.

"I heard about what happened. With you, and Lita... and Kane." Matt pushed out his name like it was sour milk. He said shakily, "I'm sorry."

"Everyone knows about what happened with me and Lita." She replied curtly. Freyja looked in Matt Hardy's eyes and saw pity. She hated when people looked at her like that, for no other reason than having to be with Kane. He pitied her and she didn't want it. She replied, "No need to apologize. It's not your fault."

"If I had the chance to warn you to stay away from her I would have told you." Matt explained, still making excuses for something he didn't need to.

"Matt, it's not your fault." Freyja reiterated.

"It's just not fair... it's not fair." Matt went on in his drunken frenzy, more to himself than Freyja. "She just cheats... all the time. I know that now, and you know that, even Kane knows that now..."

Freyja turned away, she couldn't face him like this. It was true, they'd all been cheated, and she hated it. But what she hated more was the pity. She wasn't going to be a victim, she'd made that clear. Why wouldn't anyone listen?

"She cheats at life, and she cheats at love, she cheated me, and she cheated you. Hell, she even cheated Kane, and Edge doesn't know it but one day she'll cheat him too, and-"

"Matt?" Freyja interrupted his rambling, blinking back tears of her own. He was right. He was so painfully, unbelievably right. His words struck the young Basque to her very unstable core. After ensuring he was quiet, and listening, she continued, voice shaking. "Please shut up."

He sniffed, "Okay."

Freyja reached over and placed her hand on top of his, a comforting gesture. He turned his cold, shaking palm over and squeezed. The two remained that way, in their mutual heartbreak, looking at the moon in silence.

"So, are you going to tell me what you want or are you going to stare holes in me all evening?" Andone set a little, steaming styrofoam cup down on the endtable next to Kane's chair and took his own seat, not next to Kane, but in the desk chair adjacent. He rolled over to the window and cracked it open, digging in his pocket for a cigarette and his matchbox.

"It's about Freyja." Kane said, taking a regretful sip of coffee that was way too strong. Andone must be trying to kill him.

"She's pissed." Andone stated bluntly, getting right to the point of Kane's visit. "And you two had a fight."

"How did you know?"

Andone laughed. "I know my own hot-headed niece and," The older man rapped his knuckles on the white wall behind him. "The walls are thin."

Kane rolled his eyes. "You talked to Shane, didn't you?"

"I may have." Andone admitted with a smirk.

"How do I make her be un-pissed?" Kane pressed, like that was a simple answer.

Andy shrugged, "You're an adult, Kane. Maybe try talking to your wife."

"I did!" The larger man leaned forward in the chair. "She said I don't listen."

"Exactly!" Andone exclaimed, puffing out a breath of smoke through the window crack. "Look, I've known Freyja a long time. Maybe try talking to her instead of at her."

He was talking to her. It didn't seem to do any good. Kane shook his head. He gulped down the rest of the piping-hot coffee, ignoring the scalds it earned him on his throat. He slammed the feeble styrofoam down on the wooden table. "You aren't telling me anything I haven't already thought of, Andone."

"I am only telling you what I know." The older man said, gazing at his nephew-in-law evenly, watching his frustration grow before the older man's very eyes.

Kane grunted, unhappy with the non-answer he'd just received. He stood quickly, "Thanks for your help." he spat, in a way that made Andone believe he wasn't being thanked for his help at all.

The giant stormed out of the room, leaving Andone alone to take another drag of his cigarette alone. As he exhaled again he chuckled and shook his head,

Kids. He thought.

~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O

Freyja should have torn a hole in the carpet by now, she'd picked at it nervously, waiting for Kane's return. Hearing loud, heavy footsteps coming down the hallway, Freyja looked up from the patterned plushy nightmare beneath her. She saw Kane, in all his so-called glory. His height, his bald head, that bulbous nose, those twisted lips and he looked... confused.

"You... came back?" He asked, digging in his pocket for his key card without looking.

"It's what people do after they argue." Freyja braced herself against the wall to stand. "They make up."

Kane ignored her as he made for the door latch.

"Also: You have both key cards." Freyja prodded her angry demon husband. Kane only shook his head. These Basques were something else, teasing monsters as a hobby.

Kane unlocked the door and ushered his wife inside. Saying nothing, he crossed the room to the bed side, removing the shoes he never even got a chance to take off before their little spat. Freyja began slipping off her own shoes and her jacket.

"The Lita comment was uncalled for." She all but whispered to the deafening silence of the hotel room. "I'm sorry."

Kane nodded silently, starting on removing his shirt after his boots had been taken care of. Andone's words echoed in his mind Talk to her. "I know you're upset that I interfered in your match tonight. But I'm not sorry." Kane couldn't stop the next words from coming out, "I did it for you."

Freyja was very, very quiet for a very long time before finally admitting, "Okay."

She flopped back on 'her side' of the bed, staring at ceiling before he lay back on his.

"You reek of liquor." He observed.

Freyja shifted, he heard rustling from her side and looked out of the corner of his eye to see what she was getting. He saw a metallic flash of silver as cold tin hit his abdomen. He grasped whatever she'd thrust upon him and inspected a large but unassuming flask.

"Copped that off your worst enemy." She explained.

Edge. Kane grimaced, "I'm not drinking out of this." He assured Freyja, who rolled her eyes and retreated to the other side of the room to lob a plastic cup at him. The Demon took it, pouring what was left of the contents of the flask into the cup. He shot it back quickly, not expecting 190 proof of clear liquor to try to force it's way down his throat. He gagged, bringing the cup to eye level and gasping, "Holy fuck."

"Yeah, I guess he goes pretty hard." Freyja dismissed.

"I'll say." Kane steeled himself for the next mouthful, knowing now that what the flask contained was only one step above gasoline. He drank it back with great willpower.

Freyja settled back into the bed next to him, she had recovered a bit from her excursion, and could see clearly for the first time in two full hours. Kane rolled to face her and for for just one moment, all they did was look at one another, like two cats trying to size each other up.

"So," Kane's hand snaked up to the curve of his wife's body. "What's this you say about 'making up'?"

Freyja bit her lip, squirming a little closer to her husband. "Well, I thought we could talk about each others feelings and rent a chick flick unless you had something else in mind." She said, a bit apprehensive. She wasn't usually one to forgive this easy, but something about Kane made her weak.

He chuckled, moving in for a kiss, and she let him, hands bracing against his shoulders. His lips pressed against hers, she found herself drawing him in by his shirt collar. Calloused hands pulled her close, hoisting her body on top of his. Kane ran his paws up and down her sides before gaining firm hold of the back of her neck, wrapping a hand around it to keep her in place. Freyja was all too happy to stay. A tongue darted into his mouth to explore, and he allowed it, pushing back a bit with his own tongue. Impossibly large fingers began to slip further down the young woman's body, slipping between skin and clothing, finding her sex, not quite ready for him. Kane was determined to have his wife, and snuck a finger between her folds. She broke the kiss to sink into him as he rubbed at her swollen little nub, teasing his beautiful young woman into submission. All she could do was lie, unable to move. letting Kane move his fingers however he saw fit. Finally wet enough, he slipped one, then two fingers into her entrance, relishing the surprised gasp Freyja tried so very hard to subdue. Kane smirked confidently at her responsiveness and after a minute or so ordered,

"Sit up."

She did so without question, waiting, almost begging for her husband's instruction. Kane withdrew his fingers, earning no small protest from Freyja.

"Hush." He ordered. The young woman wriggled on the growing bulge in Kane's underwear. Her hands lay flat of his chiseled abdomen to steady herself, grinding her body on his groin and watching her husband shudder beneath her. His fingers hooked into the waistline of her pants. "I want these gone."

"Just the jeans?" Freyja teased, Kane sat straight up, his hand still on her neck and clearly demanded,

"All of it."

He let Freyja roll off him, removing his left over clothing, and and sat straight up to watch Freyja strip slowly, checking over her shoulder every once in a while to make sure Kane was still watching her. Her eyes half-lidded, she finally slid her last few articles of clothing off, torturing him. He didn't leave her time to crawl over to him. His hands grabbing whatever they could, he drug her back to straddle his lap, he was done wasting time.

He interlaced his fingers with thick brown locks and he pulled her face to his. Soft, small hands flexed and curled on his toned chest, before one came up to brush across his jaw. His heavy hand that lay on her thigh crept up, a thumb searching, finding, and rubbing up against her exposed womanhood.

His.

Freyja gasped into his mouth, raising up farther from her knees to give his better access to continue his ministrations, moving her chest into his face for him to claim. Kane ran his tongue across his wife's heaving bosom, stopping every once in a while to bite down, hard, to leave a mark to remind Freyja who she belonged to. She rutted against his thumb, each grind more desperate than the last, each second getting more aggressive. She was on the edge, he could tell, she was ready to cum for him.

"No." He withdrew his hand before Freyja could finish, leaving her to groan in frustration. Kane's hand closed around her groaning throat. Not hard, but enough to remind her who was in control. "Shut up!" he growled at her.

Freyja gulped in his palm, mouth agape. But she stayed silent. His free hand gripped his member holding it upright and using his control of her to poise her entrance at the head of his cock. "Are you ready for me?" he asked coolly.

Freyja nodded. "Yes." she choked out, trying to lower herself onto her husband, but he only squeezed a little harder, keeping her in place.

"You want my cock?" He teased, moving himself around, circling just outside her entrance, barely brushing her clit, his cock head getting soaked with how wet his wife was for him. He felt a swell of pride that he could turn this young woman into a mess in a matter of minutes.

She whimpered, squirmed, but nothing would give her relief until her husband saw it fit to let her go.

"Answer me." Kane snapped, his grip tightened, her throat closed up.

"Yes, Kane." She admitted.

"Yes Kane, what?" he pressed, determined to make her beg for him.

"Kane, please, I need you." Freyja forced herself to say it. It was humiliating, but she couldn't handle it, the need. "Please, I want to ride your cock, let me. I want your cock."

Her husband chuckled at her, pulling her close, replacing his thumb to tease her just a bit more. He laughed out loud at his wife's compromising position, powerless to do anything but beg for him.

"Good girl," he chuckled before letting go of her. Freyja wasted no time lowering herself onto her husband, stretching to accommodate him, gasping at the feeling of him finally inside her. Kane shuddered, fully sheathed in his wife and began to move with her, while Freyja bounced up and down on him.

She was getting close again, Kane could tell, and just as her belly tightened in that tell-tale way he'd become familiar with, he flipped her over quickly, pulling out. Freyja groaned in frustration again, and instead of admonishing her, Kane just gave a triumphant laugh. Before she had a chance to protest he'd shoved his tongue down her throat, feeling her melt underneath him once more.

He thought that to have her be like putty in his hands was the only heaven he ever wanted to go to. Sinking his teeth into her throat, he marked a trail down her body, settling between her legs. His head dipped down, tasting what mess he'd made of Freyja, torturing her, keeping her on the edge.

"Oh, my god, Kane!"

He liked when she moaned his name like that. She was ready again, so he sat up, withdrawing all contact.

"Kane!" She snapped playfully at him, starting to get irritated.

"Oh, sorry, did you want to cum?" He teased mercilessly, sliding into her again slowly, before his hips snapped the rest of the way in. Freyja arched her back as high as she could, hands bracing on his shoulders.

"Yes." she panted.

"Freyja," He warned, a soft reminder that she needed to use her manners.

"Yes, please Kane." Freyja gasped as he thrust into her again. "Please let me cum for you."

Her husband finally relented. He hummed in acknowledgement and grabbed firm hold of her wrists, pinning them to the side. His pace sped up, growing faster, finally giving Freyja what she needed from him. He pound into her, deep as he could go, until with one final gasp Freyja contracted around him, and he knew then to wrap that hand around her throat once more, squeezing tight the way she liked as she came for him, and he followed not long after. He settled himself down on her, sweaty and panting.

Kane lay his head to the side, on her chest, listening to his wife's heartbeat slow underneath him. Neither of them said anything for the rest of the evening. He simply, eventually rolled off of her, and pulled her relatively tiny body to him, holding her close where no brothers or ex-wives or their lovers could dream of hurting her. Not his wife. They couldn't have her. They never would.

He'd figure out how to tell her to back off before next week.