Buried Alive By Love
By Janeen Smith
Published October 2005
Paring: Stephanie McMahon/ Undertaker
Summery: In the dark cemetery of the deep crypt, Stephanie McMahon is in love with the dead man.
A/N: I do not know/own Stephanie McMahon or The Undertaker from the WWE. This is just pure fiction.
The Dark night seemed gray and blurry. The fog of the night seemed delightful to Stephanie McMahon. Her mind drifted off to wondering about her day. She works with a huge wrestling company with her family. She usually works backstage and helps out with the female wrestlers. With this job, it takes lots of hours and patients. But with Stephanie, she had no patients. She hated her job most of all. She just did not like dealing with people, She just wanted to be alone at times, but her job never wanted to hold her to that.
But every time her job gets her down, She would relax her mind by roaming in the darkness of the night and think about nothing but the cool air hitting her face. As her mind started to drift away, a silencing breeze made Stephanie stop in her tracks. She turned around very slowly, to find that nobody was there in sight. 'Must be tired' Stephanie said to herself. But just as she was walking again, her stiff hard working body started to felt adjust. She closed her eyes and stood in her place. She felt like she was going into a very hard born meltdown, her hands started shake wildly. Her body felt hot with each minute passing. Her mind was flooded with sexual thoughts of a tall 6 foot man that she never seen before. Stephanie can feel her body going through a meltdown of thoughts. But this passing phase gave in to a stop as she opened up her soft blue eyes. But where was she? In a cemetery where the entire gray head stone's and the vas fog gives it a spooky feeling. But Stephanie McMahon stood where she was looking frighten. It wasn't the darkness that scared her, but the feeling of being in a cemetery alone frighten poor Stephanie. Just then, She felt a hard hand press apone her shoulders. The hardness of the hand gave Stephanie a scare. But the hand crept apone her neck and the hand, now has lips, gave her a soft kiss on her pulsing neck and softly whispered in her ear:
"I've been waiting for you"
Stephanie's eyes started to softly close. This man, who ever he was, was now playing softly with the hem of her shirt, he crest and kissed her hot neck. This feeling that this man was giving her was pure bliss and ecstasy. The man turned Stephanie around so where both couple could see each other. This man had neck length dark brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. This is what caught Stephanie in her body of passion. He could read her mind and planted a heated rough kiss on her lips. This is what he wanted for so long, he would watch her entirely from his crypt as she would go home or go to work. Yes he was dead, but it is her present that keeps his dead heart pounding. All he wanted to do was be with her.
Stephanie notice now that his hands, body and lips where cold, like he had no life. But how could this man make her feel so good? How can this man make her feel so right? She just kept continuing to kiss this cold Zombie as she stared to feel that whole passion again. From now on until the day she passes, she would walk the night of the dark cemetery, into the crypt, to see her lover, to let her unwind from her job and to feel love again.
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