I own none of the WWE superstars (but I'd love to own Mark for a night).

The Morning After

I woke up the next morning cuddled up against Mark in the bed. His body, warm and muscular, felt perfect behind me. Like it belonged that way. Like it was supposed to be that way. I wanted to stay that way forever. I snuggled up closer to him as I remembered everything that had happened the night before.

"You're awake," he whispered into my hair. He pressed his lips against my neck, and his tongue followed soon after.

"How long have you been awake?" I questioned, running my hand up and down the arm that he had around me.

"Truth be told, I haven't slept," he admitted. "I just wanted to savor every moment we spent together just in case we never get the chance again."

"Why wouldn't we?" I asked.

"He's my best friend... My former best friend," he said with a sigh. "And I'm sleeping with his wife, under his roof, in his bed. Don't you see something wrong with that picture?"

"Everything is wrong with that picture," I said. "But why does it feel so right?"

"If I knew, I would tell you..." His voice trailed off, and then he went on in a soft voice. "How is he?"

"You haven't talked to Dr. Gunter about his condition?"

"It's kind of a painful topic. I don't even know what the hell happened after he punched me in the face."

I sat up, and he sat up, too. "He chased me around after he punched you in the face, and then he charged at me and I moved, and that's when he fell off the cliff."

"Cliff? There's a fucking cliff back there in the woods?" he asked in a voice full of disbelief.

"I didn't know," I said. "If I had known that cliff existed, I wouldn't have ran that way."

"This whole thing isn't your fault, you know," he said. "I'm willing to take full blame for everything that has happened."

"It's not your fault by yourself, either," I argued.

"If I hadn't kissed you that first night when you showed me the room I would be staying in, then none of this would've happened."

"What made you kiss me that night?" I asked curiously.

He smiled a little, remembering. "That damn dress you were wearing. God, that dress..."

"I think that was a 'come get me' dress," I said. He raised his eyebrows, wanting an explanation for the title I had given my dress. "What can I say? Glen had been gone forever and all I wanted when I saw him was for him to rip that dress off and make love to me wherever we fell at..."

"But then I showed up and ruined a good thing," he said sadly. "I fucked up the perfect marriage."

"It was hardly perfect," I said, trying to make him feel better. "It was nearly perfect at best."

"You're talking like it's over. Are you going to leave him?"

My mouth dropped open in shock at his question. "Are you seriously asking me that?"

"Well... Yeah," he replied. "He did try to kill you, remember?"

"Yeah, but I have to be here for him. It's partially my fault that he's in this situation in the first place," I said. "I may not be the epitome of a good wife, but even I'm not low enough to leave him when he's in a critical time of need like this."

"I understand," he said slowly. He gave me a tight-lipped smile as he stood up from the bed. His body looked amazing nude, and everything about him was gloriously hard and muscular. I could barely tear my eyes away from him.

"I'm going to go take a shower," I said to him, standing up on the other side of the bed. "A long shower."

"Want me to join you?" he asked, eyes burning into mine.

I actually considered it, but I knew where that would no doubt lead, and I felt like we had already broken enough rules around here as it was. He had done things to my body that Glen had never been able to do because of his little dysfunction. I had done things with him that I never dreamed of doing with Glen because I knew that with Glen it would not have been possible. But when I thought about what we had just done the night before, and where we had done it at, I felt more than a little disappointed in myself. I had been sleeping with Mark, and if that wasn't bad enough, I had made love with him countless times the night before in the bed that I shared with my husband. What kind of wife was I, and had the vows I recited to Glen almost seven years ago really meant nothing?

"Jade, you still here?" Mark asked again, walking over to me and looking down at me with a look of deep concern on his face.

"Just barely," I said with a forced smile.

"So, do you want me to join you in the shower?" he asked again.

"Actually, I think I better do this solo," I said.

"I get it," he said, giving me another one of those tight-lipped smiles. "So, um, I'll just...go in the other room."

"Ok," I said. I didn't wait around to watch him leave. I just grabbed some stuff I knew I would need and headed to the bathroom for my shower...

A while later, I headed downstairs to the kitchen, intent on fixing Mark a good breakfast. The job Dr. Gunter had given me was to basically take care of Mark, and I took all jobs given to me seriously. But I haven't been so great at the job of being a faithful wife, I thought wryly as I opened the refrigerator. I pretty much suck at that job as of late...

"Something on your mind, Jade?"

I turned around and my breath caught in my throat when I saw Mark leaning in the doorway. He was dressed in all black, and he looked so irresistibly good. It took quite a bit of will power I didn't even know I had for me to refrain from hurrying over to him and just putting my arms around him. The man was dead sexy!

"I take it you like what I'm wearing," he said, a smile forming on his face. He walked over to me. "I like what you're wearing, too."

I looked down at my clothes, just realizing what I had put on. I blushed a little. It was just this sort of clingy shirt, and a skirt that only went mid-thigh. The heels I was wearing were a few inches high, making me just a little bit taller... A better kissing height... I guess, unconsciously, I had worn this for him. I mean, really, who dresses like that just to fix breakfast? Really?

"I look like a slut," I said, shaking my head. "I'm going to go change." I started to head out of the kitchen, but he stopped me with an arm on my waist.

"Don't change. You look good," he said, pulling me to him. "Why don't we go out for breakfast this morning?"

"I don't think we should. Did Dr. Gunter say it would be ok to leave like this?" I asked. "I mean, I don't think you need to overexert yourself or anything."

"Believe me, I did that all night long," he reasoned, making me blush. "Besides..." He let me go and gestured around. "I think a change of scenery is what we need right about now."

"You know what? I agree," I said, nodding. "Let me just go upstairs and grab my purse."

"No problem." He walked with me to the stairs, then stood at the foot of the stairs as I walked up. "Nice thong you're wearing there," he called after me.

"You're an ass," I called back, blushing and smiling.

"And you have a really nice one," he replied.

What could I say? "Thanks..."

After getting my purse and my keys and checking my makeup in the mirror, I headed back out of the room and down the hallway. He was still waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. He wasn't looking up at me, though. Rather, he was looking at a picture on the table next to the stairs. It was a picture of Glen and me on the beach, smiling. Even though I was all the way at the top of the stairs, I knew that was what was on the picture.

I walked quietly down the stairs. He was concentrating so hard on the picture that he didn't even notice me standing next to him until I said something.

"Mark?" I said quietly. He put the picture down and looked at me with misty eyes. I raised an eyebrow. "You ok?"

"As ok as I can be, considering this whole mess I've gotten us all in," he said with a sigh. "Are you ready to go? I've got to get out of this place."

"I know the feeling," I said. "Come on, let's get out of here."

He glanced at the picture one more time, then followed me. We walked out to the garage, where all the cars were parked. Glen and I both had two. I had a Ford Mustang and a Land Rover, and Glen had a Durango and a Lexus. Nothing too flashy or expensive.

"Which car do you think we should take?" I asked him.

"How about Glen's Durango?" he suggested. "I mean, it has more room, and I'm kind of a big guy."

"Tell me something I don't already know," I muttered, thinking about how he really was a big guy... "But I don't know if we should take Glen's Durango."

"Yeah, I see your point. That would be like adding insult to injury," he said, looking thoughtful. "But he'll never know, right?"

"Well..." My voice trailed off. Really, Glen would never know. We were just going to go have breakfast and come back, and that was it. It wasn't like we were going to do anything big, right? Right? "Ok, we'll take it."

"Cool. Let me drive," he said immediately.

"I don't think so, buddy," I said with a slight smile. "No strenuous activity for you this week, remember?"

"Must I remind you of last night again?" he asked as we got into Glen's Durango and shut the door.

"I don't need any reminders," I said, looking over at him. I looked him up and down and licked my lips. "How could I forget?"

He looked at me and bit his lip. "Come on, let's get out of here. Turn on the AC or something, it's getting way too hot in here..."

Five minutes later, we were on the road when I heard a little ding. I looked down and the "low fuel" light was on. "Guess we better get some gas," I said. "Glen must've forgotten to fill up after that dreadful double date we had that night."

"God, don't remind me," he said as I pulled behind the gas station. My plan was to drive around to the front. "That was the worst date I've ever had..."

"Same here," I said.

"But," he said, putting his hand on my bare thigh. "But everything that happened afterwards was beautiful. Me and you, in the guest room..." His voice trailed off as he looked at where I had parked. "Yeah, Jade? I don't see any gas pumps behind the gas station," he said with a chuckle as he squeezed my thigh.

I turned the car off and looked at his huge hand on my bare thigh, then up into his green eyes. "I know," I said simply, right before I leaned over and kissed him.

He looked surprised for a minute, but then he kissed me back, and before I knew it, he was pulling me over into his lap.

"Mark," I said, once the kisses started getting heated. "Let's...get in the back."

"Are you sure? In Glen's truck?" he asked, breaking the kiss to look at me with dark eyes.

"Yes," I said, without hesitation. "Now."

He was happy to oblige...

Now don't ask me what I was thinking when I suggested that we get in the back of the Durango. It's just really spacious back there, especially with the third seat folded down. We just made sure the car was locked and everything before we got back there, and once we were back there, well...

Let's just say it's a good thing the windows are tinted.

A/N: Once again, part of this chapter is going against my outlines for the story, but what can I say? Things just happen, you know?