Mark burst into his locker room and scooped up his wife, spinning her in circles and kissing her.

"What is this all about?" Sara laughed.

"I'm in a good mood. Is that a problem?" Mark smiled pressing another kiss hard against her lips.

"Ugh…you're all sweaty." She giggled trying to squirm out of his iron grasp. Mark let her go and she jumped for a clean towel. "Great, now I'm going to smell like man sweat." She grumbled.

"See? I know how to mark my territory." He grinned sauntering over to her. "Now everyone will know you're mine." He wrapped his arms around her waist as she smiled up at him.

"Alright Taker, why don't you go take a shower so we can go get some food. I'm starving." Mark gave her a disappointed look and squeezed her middle.

"Oh come on… Feed me first, at least." Mark frowned more deeply. "I'll let you tell everyone I belong to you." Sara grinned slyly. Mark groaned happily and rubbed his rough cheek against her neck.

"OK Mrs. Calloway… I'll go get cleaned up and we'll get dinner." Sara snuggled into him briefly and swatted him on the butt.

"You really do stink…" She added playfully as her husband retreated into the showers.

Stepping out of the water, Mark shook out his short red hair. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back to the other room. Sara smiled from where she was picking up his mess.

"You know, if I didn't have to clean up your mess, we might actually get out of here at a decent hour." She scolded.

"But then I wouldn't get to watch you bend over." He grinned. Sara dropped his back and walked over to him sniffing.

"Is that raspberry I smell?" She asked perplexed.

"What? I grabbed your little bag, not mine. You know I'm lazy."

"Well, it's better than sweat." She chuckled. "But now you smell like a girl." He made a truly unhappy face and she laughed harder. "I left your clothes on the bench. I'll go strap this stuff down while you get dressed." Mark nodded and looked her over, smiling devilishly.

"You know I love you right?" He asked running a hand across her cheek.

"Of course you do. I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you." Sara shouldered his bag and pushed open the door.

"You're right." He smiled over and pulled on his ratty old blue jeans.

Sara smiled and blew him a kiss before letting the door shut behind her.

Undertaker smiled to himself as he tugged his black tank top over his head and threw on his dirty leather vest. He wrapped a blue bandana around his damp hair and headed out after his wife.

Mark had to stop and watch her for a moment. Sara was perched on his bike waiting and chatting with a few straggling fans.

He leaned against a post and started at the lamp light shining in her blonde hair. God she was beautiful…and smart…and funny…

"Jesus Mark, she's making you soft." Taker looked up to see the Big Show grinning down at him.

"She does more than that. You have no idea." Mark shook the giant's hand and walked over to his bike, the small clutch of fans backing off slightly as he approached.

"There you are." Sara smiled.

"Hey baby girl." He kissed her on the cheek then, signing a few autographs, hopped onto the bike in front of her.

"Where did you want to eat?" She asked passing his helmet up to him.

"I don't know; let's ride back toward the hotel. There's got to be something between here and there." Sara nodded as he kicked over the bike, its engine rumbling into life.

"You ready?" He asked reaching back to squeeze her thigh. She patted his helmet and wrapped her arms around his waist. Taker threw the bike into gear and the roared out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

Mark smiled as he caught his wife's laughter behind him and dove into the next gear, jerking them with the sudden acceleration. She laughed louder and squeezed him playfully. Mark smiled at her touch. After four years of marriage she could still turn him into a kid again.

Glancing over to the left, he steered them toward a little all night diner. Stopping to let her off, he backed his bike into a spot near the door and turned off the engine. He reached for Sara's helmet but caught her arm instead, pulling her into passionate kiss.

"My my, we are in a good mood tonight aren't we?" She chuckled as he released her and swung his big leg over and off the bike. He smiled cheekily and taking her hand, led her inside and to a table.

"So… I talked to Kane tonight." She said watching him for a reaction. His eyebrows went up as he took a drink of the water their very nervous waitress had brought them.

"Oh really… What'd he have to say?"

"I was asking him about the new girl. He seems quite taken with her."

"Of course he does, she's paying attention to him isn't she?" Sara rolled her eyes and threw an ice cube at him.

"He's not a leper Mark. Maybe she'll be good for him." Mark snorted and picked up a menu.

"I'm just saying I don't trust her. She seems nice enough but, remember what happened when he started seeing Stacy? I butted out because he was happy with her. Then what happened?" He put out his arms to emphasize his point.

"I know, I know… She dumped him the minute she was getting air-time on her own."

"…and Test? Christ, even my brother is better looking than Test." Sara laughed nodding in agreement. "Hell, that boy could eat an apple through a chain link fence." Mark finished under his breath. Sara stifled a giggle as the waitress sheepishly came back to take their orders.

"So what do you propose we do?" Sara continued when the waitress had gone.

"I'm going to keep an eye on her. If I do any more than that I'll have a fight on my hands." Mark sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I don't want to fight with my brother just now. It's been such a peaceful year." Sara reached over and took his hand.

"Mark, he's really taken with her. If this blows up, I'm afraid it's going to be worse." Mark exhaled heavily and nodded.

"OH!" Sara jumped suddenly remembering. "He invited us over for dinner when we get home." Mark leaned back and rolled his eyes.

"That should be fun." He said, his voice touched with sarcasm.

"…and why not?" Sara asked raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms.

"Baby girl, you know we can't spend any length of time together." He said sounding scolded.

"He wants us to meet her."

"I suppose it might be worth our time." Mark said as their food showed up.

"Mark, I hope you're wrong about her. He's so happy." Sara's soft brow wrinkled with worry.

"So do I baby girl, so do I." He said, the reached over picking up her hand to kiss it.