The next day everything seemed to be back to normal between Amy and Mark and Vince smiled at them as they all sat down to breakfast. "What do you two have planned today?" he asked, munching on a slice of toast.
"Well, as I recall, I have a promo to tape and then I want to go over a few moves me and Glenn will be making tomorrow night," Mark said, sipping his coffee and taking Amy's small hand in his. "What are you doing today, sweetheart?"
"I was going to start back working today," she said, her eyes shooting to Vince's and seeing him frown.
"I think it's a bit soon for that," he said, looking concerned.
"I feel fine and I'm there everyday anyway," she said.
"Yeah, but watching this big lug is different from working," Vince pointed out, shooting Mark a grin and then returning his attention to Amy.
"Not really. Besides, I can't be with Mark all day and I get bored," she explained, shrugging. "I like the work and Tammy could probably do with a hand again now."
Vince nodded. He had originally made the job up for her so she'd have a reason to stick around, but it turned out that she was really needed and she did a good job. "Okay, you can start back today. But if you get even a tiny bit tired then you stop and return home, okay?"
"Okay," Amy agreed, beaming at him and receiving a brilliant smile in return.
"Well," Vince said, wiping his mouth on a napkin and standing up. "I better get going, I have a couple of potential wrestlers coming in today and I need to look my fiercest when I interview them!"
Amy laughed at this. "As if they'd be scared of you!"
"Oh I can be scary honey," he said, dropping a kiss on her head as he went to leave. "Just ask Mark."
Amy looked at Mark in confusion after Vince had left. "What did he mean?"
"He just thinks he's scared me in the past," Mark explained, smiling. "But he was dead wrong. Come on, we have to go too, or I'll be late and Vince will really try to scare me!"
They both went their separate ways when they got to the Arena and Mark gave her a long kiss as he left her, whacking her backside as an afterthought and receiving a glare from her in return. He made his way to his dressing room and found Glenn already there, pulling his costume about and trying to get comfortable.
Mark eyed his movements. "What's the matter with you?"
"This costume is a bit tight," he grumbled.
"Well, that would be a problem to take to our wardrobe mistress, wouldn't it?" Mark asked him, throwing his bag down and dressing in a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants.
"Yeah, it would, and she'll have a bit of explaining to do about how tight this brand new outfit is!!" Glenn said, smiling as he thought of what he would do to Tammy when he saw her. He looked over at Mark. "How is everything between you and Amy?"
Mark tied a bandanna around his head and adjusted it over his eyes. "Everything's fine, now. It nearly wasn't though."
"Yeah, Kevin sort of told me you had words," Glenn said, looking uncomfortable. "I'm sorry if I put my foot in it."
"It wasn't you, man, you only told me what you heard. I'm glad you did, now I can stop this thing before it really gets started. By the way," he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Who told you?"
Glenn grimaced. "Dawn Marie."
"She ain't nothing but a gossip anyway," Mark said, sneering. "But I wonder who told her?"
Glenn shrugged. "I didn't ask her, I was just pissed off at the time. We'll find her later and get her to tell us."
Mark nodded and the two men left the room, heading to where they were going to be filmed for the next days match.
A couple of hours later Amy and Tammy looked up as their workroom door burst open and Glenn stood there, frowning and planting his hands on his hips.
"I want a word with you!" he said loudly, pointing at Tammy and sauntering into the room, instantly making it seem tiny.
"What's wrong?" Tammy asked, so surprised by the fierce frown on his face that she didn't have the presence of mind to even stand up as he approached her.
"You want to know what's wrong, hmm?" he said, raising his eyebrows and then lowering them again and narrowing his eyes. "This is what's wrong!" he turned around and presented her with his backside, which was currently hanging out of a big rip in his costume.
Amy hid her face in her hands as mirth took her over, her shoulders shaking as she laughed helplessly at his outraged expression. Tammy looked at her and then tried to straighten her mouth out so she didn't look like she wanted to burst into hysterics. Her eyes returned to Glenn's butt, and she bit her lip. "It's...er...well, it's very nice," she said, looking up at him innocently when he swung his head around and glared at her.
"Nice ?Well I'm glad you think so, because by now so does everyone else in the building too!" He looked back at her over his shoulder and sounded so embarrassed that he had been seen with his backside half naked that Tammy couldn't contain herself any longer and she started giggling helplessly. "Oh you think this is funny?"
Tammy nodded, holding her stomach as she gazed once again at his backside and laughed even harder. "I'm sorry, but honest to God....it looks so funny!"
"So now it's funny? I thought it was nice?" Glenn said, injecting a bit of disappointment into his voice.
"Oh it is nice, very nice, very..." Tammy sniffed and wiped her eyes, staring at his butt again, "..very sexy," she finished, biting her lip as he gave her a heated look. "So was that what you wanted to show me?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to show you, so you could fix them!"
Tammy saw the light of laughter in his warm eyes, even though he was trying to make out he was angry. "Well, you know, I didn't make them in the first place, Amy did."
Glenn's face changed in an instant, his mouth falling open. "Oh," he said inadequately. Now how was he going to make Tammy pay for embarrassing him? he wondered. He had made plans for payback and now they may come to nothing. He stayed silent for a while and Tammy could almost see the cogs working in his brain as he thought of a way round his predicament. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers. "Hang on, aren't you technically Amy's boss?"
Tammy smiled slowly at the devilish glint in his eyes now. "Well, yes, I suppose I am. Why?"
"Because if Amy doesn't do something properly, then it would be your job to check it over, wouldn't it? That being the case, then it's your fault that my costume is too tight," he said smugly, reaching down and pulling her out of her chair. "Not only that," he added, looking positively gleeful as he thought of something else, "but you were the one who measured me, so maybe you didn't take my measurements properly?"
Tammy frowned as she thought about that. "Maybe I didn't," she said thoughtfully, looking him up and down.
"Maybe you should measure me again?" he asked and he bent down to whisper in her ear. "In private." He straightened up again and watched as her face coloured under his appraisal, a grin finally curving his lips.
"I've got lots of work to do," she said softly, wanting nothing more in the world than to tell Amy to go home so she could lock the door and rip all his clothes off. Her face went even hotter at her wayward thoughts.
"I haven't," Glenn said, sounding really disappointed this time.
Amy finished stitching the outfit she was holding and looked across the room at the two people she was happy to call her friends. She smiled and then gave a theatrical yawn, making Tammy look in her direction. "Sorry, Tammy, but I may have to give up for the day, I'm really tired. I guess I wasn't as back to normal as I thought," she said, shrugging and trying to sound convincing. If Glenn and Tammy wanted time to themselves then who she to argue? Vince wouldn't mind her going home early, but she didn't intend to leave right away. She would go and see Mark first.
"Are you feeling okay?" Tammy asked, genuinely concerned, smiling with relief when Amy nodded. "Good .Look, you just get home and rest, don't worry about things here. And don't come back tomorrow if you still feel a bit off, I can manage on my own."
"Okay, if you're sure. I'll go and tell Vince. I'll see you tomorrow though, okay?" she said, smiling as she stood up and grabbed her stuff, her smile getting wider as she saw them turn towards each other as she left the room.
"That was fortunate," Glenn murmured, grabbing Tammy and hauling her up against him.
"Hmm, wasn't it though?" Tammy said, staring at his mouth as he bent towards her and kissed her, urging her mouth open and deepening the kiss in an amazingly arousing way. She groaned underneath the onslaught and he pulled back slightly, nipping at her bottom lip.
"Mmm, yummy," he said, grinning at her. "Right, hold that pose for me and I'll be right back," he said, arranging her so she was standing there with her arms open for when he returned.
"Idiot," she said, giggling at him.
"Careful or I may not kiss you again," He said, raising one eyebrow haughtily.
"Ok, I'm sorry," she said instantly, making him smile again. "Where are you going anyway?"
"To get something to change into, so I can take this thing off in front of you," he said, watching her reaction.
"In front of me?" she asked, her voice slightly croaky as nude images of him flashed in her head.
"Yeah, all slow like," he said, and blew her a kiss before disappearing out of the door, leaving Tammy fanning her flushed face as she thought of what was to come.
He walked along to his room, grinning like a fool and ignoring the whistles he got as people saw his backside. Mark had just finished changing into his sweats, ready to get a workout in the gym, and he glanced up as Glenn walked in the room. "What's that dumb grin for?" he asked the younger man, looking confused.
"Tammy," Glenn sighed, sounding like a love struck teenager.
"Pathetic," Mark muttered, shaking his head.
"You can talk, you big moron," Glenn shot at him, still smiling and Mark chuckled.
"Yeah, you have a point. You haven't seen Amy have you? I thought I might go and see how she's doing."
"Yeah, she was with Tammy, but she said she felt tired and was going to head home," Glenn said, quickly grabbing a change of clothes.
"So she's already left?" Mark asked, frowning.
"She said she was going to see Vince first, so you'll probably catch her there. I gotta go, I have to be somewhere," Glenn said, his grin getting bigger as he hurried out of the room. Mark shook his head again as he watched him leave, going out of the door shortly afterwards to find Amy.
He walked along for a few minutes and then gave a sniff as a familiar scent drifted towards him. No, he thought, that couldn't be...it was just the same scent. He turned around and narrowed his eyes as he looked up and down the corridor, his brows drawn down in a frown. For just a second he thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, but there wasn't anybody there so he shrugged off the feeling and continued on his way. It was ridiculous to think that Sara might be around somewhere, he thought. It was probably just one of the divas using the same perfume, that was all. Just the same, he couldn't quite get rid of the strange feeling that he was being watched.
Amy was laughing at the story Vince was telling her about one of the interviews he had done that morning with an apparently hopeless potential wrestler, when Mark walked in after a brief knock. She looked up and her eyes lit up, her smile brightening at the sight of him.
Vince watched the way her whole face changed as she looked at the big man across the room and he couldn't help smiling, especially when he noticed a similar look on Mark's face.
"Glenn said you were feeling tired. Are you okay?" Mark asked without preamble, looking faintly worried.
"I'm fine, I'm not really tired, but I could see they wanted some time alone, so here I am," she said, giving a grin that made dimples appear in her cheeks when he held his hand out to her. She let him draw her towards him and stared up into his beautiful eyes, taking a deep breath as a wealth of feeling tightened her chest.
Mark lifted a hand and touched the dimples that he had barely noticed before, and he grinned. "I didn't know you had these little dimples, they make you look even cuter than normal," he said, his voice deep and soft as he stroked his finger down her face in the way she loved.
"Yeah, yeah, get a room," Vince said with a snort of disgust, glaring at them. "I have work to do, and I can't do it with you two making out over there! Go and have lunch or something why don't you?"
"Okay, if you insist," Mark said, smiling at Vince and bundling Amy out of the room and then pinning her up against the wall as soon as the door was closed. "Do you really want to go and get lunch? We could take his other suggestion instead and get a room," Mark said, giving her a pleading look that made her laugh.
"Can I come and watch?" a voice said over his shoulder and Mark groaned.
"God, if it isn't Glenn it's someone else. I think I'm cursed," he muttered.
"Yeah, with a bad temper and an ugly face," Kevin said as Mark turned to look at him over his shoulder. "How ya doing buddy?"
"I was doing great until you showed up thanks very much!" Mark said, pulling away from Amy so that she came into view for the first time.
"Well, hello, darlin'," Kevin drawled, watching Mark's reaction carefully.
"Hi Kevin," Amy said politely, slipping her hand into Mark's and virtually plastering herself to his side.
"You two okay?" he asked, looking from one of them to the other.
Amy nodded and smiled, feeling Mark's big hand squeeze hers as he shot her a heated look. "We're doing fine. Listen, I'm really sorry about yesterday," Mark said, not in the least bit reticent about apologising.
Kevin grinned at him. "Don't worry about it, it happens to us all at some time or another. I totally understand. So how do you fancy having lunch with me?" He gave Mark a shit-eating grin. "Both of you, I guess."
"We were just on our way to the restaurant, since you mention it," Mark said, trying not to look annoyed at being interrupted.
"You were?" Kevin asked, twisting his lips and rubbing his beard thoughtfully. "Hell of a way to get there, pressing some poor defenceless female into the wall."
"Ya didn't hear her complaining did ya?" Mark drawled, smirking.
Kevin looked down at Amy, standing so happily pressed against Mark as she was. "You do have a point there. So how about lunch? It's either eat with you or take pot luck and sit with whoever happens to be alone. That could turn out to be just about anybody, up to and including William Regal. Save me."
"Who's William Regal?" Amy asked, speaking for the first time.
"He's from your neck of the woods, actually," Mark said, smiling warmly down at her. "He can be a right royal pain in the ass!"
Amy saw his eyes glint as he said this and she slapped his arm obligingly, knowing he was waiting for her to tell him off about his language. He sighed and shook his head, shrugging as he looked at Kevin. "You see what I have to put up with?"
"Mmm-hmm .She looks like a holy terror. How do you cope?" the blonde man asked, walking slowly along beside them as Mark pulled her along, obviously having accepted the lunch invitation without saying a word.
"Beats me. Actually, she beats me. Regularly. I have bruises and everything," Mark said, trying to look like a wimp, something he couldn't possibly do.
"Hah !You'd soon know it if I did beat you," Amy said, doing her best to look down her nose at him, not an easy task when he was nearly two foot above her head.
"That so? Hmm, maybe I'll let you prove that later on," Mark murmured, swatting her backside and making her yelp.
"Oh I'll prove it," she said, glaring at him as they all walked along.
Sara gritted her teeth as she watched them, hating the warm way Mark spoke to the little bitch. Obviously the rumour mill wasn't working quite as well as it used to around here. That was something she determined she would sort out, and soon.
****Author note (God I'm an author!!! Who knew?):- Sorry if this and probably the next chapter are a bit slow and perhaps boring. I found them really difficult to write and I was forcing out every word. I have good ideas for it but I find it difficult to link them together sometimes. Is that writers block? Who knows. Oh, actually some of you probably do know! Anyhow, hopefully I'll get back round to the main plot of this bit soon, but it's hard, so bear with me!****
