NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own myself.
Taker and I got out of the elevator and headed for his room. "Suddenly I'm really tired," Taker said.
"It's been a long day," I agreed.
"Totally. But tomorrow will be different," he assured me. "We won't be walking around everywhere meeting everybody. You know everybody now."
"Yeah, but I think I'm happiest about knowing you," I told him as he searched for his card key. We stood in the hallway.
"You're stuck with me, J," he said. "Absolutely stuck."
"You say that as if it's a bad thing," I said. "Sounds good to me."
"It's bad for my marriage," he said. "But we'll work through that."
"You're getting way ahead of me here," I said. "I'm lost."
He laughed, pulling out the card key and sliding it to unlock the door. We went inside his room and shut the door. I sat down on the edge of his huge bed as he locked the door and proceeded to take off his shirt.
I had to take a second to admire his wonderful body. Tall, muscular, and tattooed, he looked amazing.
He caught me looking. "What?" he asked.
"Just admiring God's great work," I said simply. "And what a wonderful job he did."
He smiled. "I could say the same thing about you," he said. "I remember when I first viewed your audition tape. I was like, 'Whoa. She's reading this sexy poem about me and freestyling in a bikini at the same time!' All of us guys were in heaven."
I smiled. "What did you think when you first heard the poem?" I asked.
"Why, I thought that we'd found our winner, and everyone else agreed," he said. "We didn't even look at anymore tapes after viewing yours, and your audition tape was the first one we popped in."
"How do you know there wasn't someone better than me?" I asked. "If you didn't look at any other tapes?"
"We all knew it when we first saw you," he said. "It was simple."
"But how?" I prodded.
"There are some things in life that you just know are right," he said with a shrug. "You winning that contest was one of them."
I left it at that. His answer made sense. There are some things in life that you just know are right...
"Sooo, want to watch something on TV?" he asked, sitting down on the bed next to me. His presence, his proximity to me was so overwhelming. I could barely answer his question.
"S-sure," I stammered in response.
He looked at me with his eyebrow raised. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Your voice sounds funny."
"I'm fine," I practically gasped as he reached over and touched my arm. His touch sent tingles up my spine.
He scooted over close to me, so close that our legs were touching. "You don't sound so great," he said. "Turn around, let me look at you."
I turned around obediently but couldn't keep eye contact with him. It was suddenly freaking me out to be alone in a hotel room with Taker.
"It's almost like you're hyperventilating," he said. "Breathe, J."
I calmed down and started breathing regularly. "Sorry about that," I said about 2 minutes later.
"That's like the second time that's happened to you today," he said. He looked intently at me. He seemed very concerned. "Do you have some kind of medical problem that I should be aware of? Maybe asthma?"
"No, I don't have any medical problems," I said. "There's just something about being alone with you that literally takes my breath away."
He gave me a crooked smile when I said that. "You have a way with words," was all he could say.
I smiled back. "So, what are we watching on TV?"
"Whatever you want to see," he said.
"Why don't we flip through until we find a good movie?" I suggested.
"Good idea," he said.
It was totally silent in the room as he flipped slowly through the channels. Finally he stopped on a channel that was about to play a horror movie.
"Oh, I saw this movie. House of Wax," I said, as the film started to come on.
"Is it scary? I haven't seen it yet," he said.
"I was pretty scared when I went to see it last year," I said. "I haven't watched it since then."
"I might get scared. Will you let me hold onto your arm when I get scared?" he asked in a tiny voice. Of course, he was just kidding.
"I'm sure it'll be the other way around," I said as the eerie music came on and it showed the woman boiling wax on the stove.
"This isn't a comfortable position to be sitting in for the duration of a movie," he said. "Why don't we kick our shoes off and at least lean against the headboard?"
I didn't think about it; I just agreed with him. "That sounds like a good idea," I said.
We both took off our shoes and crawled up to the head of the bed. I leaned back against the headboard and sighed. I couldn't believe I was in the bed with the Undertaker!
I got fully engrossed in the movie, but I still noticed it as Taker slowly slid closer and closer to me on the bed. Finally, he was right next to me. He yawned and pretended to stretch, lifting his arms up in the air to do the whole "stretch-and-put-your-arm-around-her" trick.
When he put his arm around me, I found myself cuddling up against his warm, muscular body. Being in his arms was way better than I'd ever imagined when I used to think about him. Nothing could compare to the feeling of safety and warmth that he gave me. I felt like nothing bad could ever happen to us...
On the movie, the deranged brother with the messed up face was chasing Paris Hilton's character. I knew what was about to happen, so I figured I wouldn't be scared when it did. But when that pole thing went through her head a few seconds later and she was bowing on her knees with it through her head, I gasped.
His arms wrapped around me tighter. "Hey, I thought you said you saw this before," he said.
"I did," I said. "But I can't help being a little scared even though I already know what's going to happen."
"Don't be scared," he said. "As long as you're with me, you're safe. Nothing's going to happen to you." He smiled, then leaned down to kiss me. His hair tickled my face and I giggled. "What? Do I kiss funny?" he asked.
"No, your hair's tickling my face," I said.
He let me go. "Oh, well I'll put it in a ponytail then," he said, reaching back to pull his hair back.
"No, no, don't," I said. "You look really hot when it's down." I reached up to touch his hair. "I love your hair."
He smiled and kissed me again. We forgot all about the movie...
A little while later he pulled back. "Man, I'm hot," he whispered.
"I know," I said. He was sweating like crazy.
"I think I need a shower," he said.
"Me, too," I said. I looked at the clock. "And what time do we have to be back at the arena in the morning?"
"10 at the latest," he said. "But I prefer to get there by 8. Early bird catches the worm, remember?"
I smiled and nodded. "Well, I'm gonna go get some clothes."
"I'll meet you in the shower," he said with a wink.
5 minutes later I went into the connected bathroom and there he was, getting naked. He didn't even see me. I just stood there, my feet practically glued to the ground, and watched him strip. His shirt was already off from earlier. He unzipped his pants and took them off. Then he took off his underwear and turned around, and suddenly I had a full view of Taker's...dragon.
He saw me, but didn't bother covering up. I guess he was used to people seeing his naked body. Or maybe he had no shame. Looking at him, I could see that he had nothing to be ashamed of.
"Wow," I said. He was so obviously aroused. I didn't know what else to say.
"You did this to me," he said in a low voice, gesturing at that huge dragon standing up down below.
It was so big that I was scared. I didn't know what to do. So instead of saying anything, I just stripped really fast and hopped into the shower.
He got into the shower next to mine. His voice floated over to me.
"What, did Big Mark scare you?" he asked in a teasing voice.
"Actually, yes. You're freaking huge!" I answered.
"Think I'd make a good porn star?"
"A great one," I replied.
He laughed, a low laugh. "But to be a porn star, you have to be good at sex, too, right?"
"I would suppose so."
"You'll have to rate me in that area someday in the future..."
Then we didn't talk.
A little later, I was in my room getting ready for bed when there was a knock on the connecting door between my room and Taker's.
"Come in," I answered. I was wearing those female boxers, the tight ones that look like really short shorts, and a tight shirt. My usual sleeping attire.
He came in just as I was bending over to pick something up. He was silent, watching me until I stood up and turned around.
"So, are you gonna be ok sleeping in here alone" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. I looked around. "I mean, it is a pretty big bed and..."
"Want me to sleep in here with you?" he asked.
I searched his face. "You do mean just sleep, right?"
"Yeah, if that's what you want it to mean," he answered.
"Yeah, ok, that would be good," I said.
Just minutes later, I was lying on my right side and he was lying behind me, pressed against me, typical spoon fashion. It felt so right to be lying like this with him pressed against me.
"Good night," he whispered to me, putting his arm around me and kissing the back of my neck.
"Night," I replied, my arm on the arm that he had around me.
I thought I would stay awake forever, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. But when he fell asleep and I heard the rhythm of his breathing, felt his chest against me, I was hypnotized. I slowly drifted off to sleep...