Chapter 26

He nodded after a long moment. Shane was obviously heads over heels in love with her. Taker was aware of the damage she had already caused the Corporation. Shane had apparently sprouted a set; love was good for the boy it seemed and he had started viciously defending Tahlia, going as far as to challenge Vince over Sable and her poisonous tongue. Hell, the little punk had even attacked Chyna tonight just to ensure Tahlia got a fair deal. Something he doubted Tahlia knew and he'd just sit on that information for a while. Might be important, might not.

"Yes, it's time." He agreed, falling back on the bed and bringing her with him. "Time for you to come home." Home being him of course.

"Really?"

Amber eyes glittered back at him and she couldn't hold back when nodded again, covering his mouth with hers. These were the lips she craved at night since leaving his side. These were the arms she wanted around her, not Shane's puny ones. The amount of power and control Taker held in his arms was all she ever wanted. Emerald is the color she wanted to gaze into, not murky brown. Taker was the man she was in love with, not Shane McMahon or anyone else. Sure, she'd had doubts about returning to the Ministry, but after what happened with Mideon that night and now she was a champion again, Tahlia felt like she was contributing something to the group. She bit back the urge to tell him she loved him, deciding now wasn't the right time or place for it. So instead, she settled with something simple.

"I've missed you, Taker."

The beast inside purred at her words, feeling pleased. He was not an insecure man by nature. It wasn't something he could recall feeling before, at least not since he was an adolescent and he sure didn't feel it now. She was here in his arms, not with that imbecile. Everything she had done, Taker knew why she had done it and, eventually, his mercurial nature would probably demand satisfaction for the perceived slight to his pride. He rolled so they were laying on their sides, face to face, his arms still around her.

"I think you've wreaked enough havoc on those fools." He rumbled huskily, one hand straying down to rest on her silk covered hip.

"Not nearly enough." Tahlia loved his touch and didn't bother hiding it, especially since his hand rested over the brand. Even through the silk robe, his touch was liquid fire and felt amazing. "But now I can do it by your side, where I belong." She stroked his face tenderly, the title belt on the bed on her other side and scooted closer to him to where their noses nearly touched. "I have a few ideas in mind I think you'll enjoy and it's going to start with that piss ant who's in love with me. We can use that to our advantage."

Gasping when he rolled to make her straddle him, Tahlia smiled and leaned down, brushing her mouth against his before sitting upright, removing her robe seconds later. Now she was just clad in black panties, no bra, surrendering herself to her Dark Lord once again. He surveyed her, taking in the luscious view she was offering and let his hands skim up her curvy hips and rib cage. Taker palmed her breasts, gently tweaking her nipples between thumb and forefinger. He was obviously overdressed for the occasion because his hardened cock was straining against his jeans, informing him that his zipper was about to be broken. In the next second, he rolled again, pinning her beneath him and bent down, burying his face in her throat, inhaling her scent. He had missed her, more than he had been able to admit. They would figure out where to go next tomorrow.

Tonight it was just them.

It felt like an eternity since the last time Taker touched her. Every kiss, caress, lick, nip and thrust…all of it culminated in the perfect celebration. Neither got much sleep that night, too busy becoming reacquainted with each other. Tahlia lost count how many orgasms she had and couldn't remember the last time her toes curled. Oh right, it was every time she slept with Taker when she was in the Ministry. Laying in bed beside him, Tahlia ran her fingers through his hair while his head rested against her chest, both of them sexually sated for the moment and just enjoying the comfortable silence.

"I miss the mansion. Going through that maze and that gorgeous hot tub and relaxing set up you have. We should go back there on our next days off." Preferably alone, but Taker rarely traveled without the Ministry due to the Corporation.

"Tomorrow night after Raw." He offered, after considering it.

They would both have to put in appearances. Taker idly wondered just how much anguish it would cause Shane if he 'kidnapped' her and kept her locked away with him for a week. Some down time after these past weeks wasn't a bad idea. Taker dropped a kiss on her brow. They'd sort it out in the morning.

"Without the Ministry perhaps." He imagined they would like to go visit their families or whatever it was they did on their rare down time.

He read her mind, continuing to slide her fingers through his hair and snuggled down to get more comfortable on the pillow. "You and me alone, eh? That sounds heavenly." Paul would be going home too if she had it her way. Usually, she allowed Taker to make all the choices and decisions, but something told Tahlia their relationship was about to change drastically. "Good night, Taker." She murmured, closing her eyes and finally allowed sleep to claim her body completely along with him.

It was the first time in months she had slept soundly.

"We stage a kidnapping." Taker suggested wickedly, eyes gleaming.

His Acolytes weren't here yet and imagined they were busy lugging Mideon still. The man hadn't quite recovered from the beating he had received last night. He did wonder how Mideon would take Tahlia coming back into the fold, deciding he would allow her to mete out future punishments to the little weasel. She might enjoy it since she had a vicious streak that had blossomed; he had noticed that and fully intended on channeling it appropriately, unlike those Corporation fools.

"Let Shane sit and stew about his precious girlfriend for a week before we play a little game with them all."

"Do you have an end game in mind?"

Honestly, not anymore. At this point, he was doing it because they all annoyed the hell out of him and it was amusing.

Tahlia was all smiles while posing with her championship, knowing what was about to go down that night. Sable had already asked for her rematch, which Tahlia gladly accepted and it was set for Raw that night. The match wouldn't last long due to Taker's plan to 'kidnap' her. It would remind her of the night she'd been taken shortly after losing the title to Sable, thanks to Chyna. This time, she would remain champion, due to a disqualification, but that was fine by her. WrestleMania was around the corner and she would teach Sable not to mess with her at the biggest event of the year. While Shane talked to the Corporation -Vince was out with multiple injuries from his cage match with Austin- Tahlia remained silent and couldn't wait to be back with the Ministry and Taker permanently.

Once he was finished with giving the Corporation the rundown of what the night's events were, Shane turned his attention on Tahlia. "All right, everyone out." He ordered, nodding at Chyna, who seemed to be quite a bit warier and maybe respectful of him, to usher Sable out when the blonde began protesting. Once the room had cleared, he took Tahlia by the hands, pulling her against him. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to celebrate with you last, Tallie." He apologized, knowing last night had been a major thing for her. "Vince was pretty bad." He still was, but he'd survive. "Forgive me?" When she did, he beamed. "I booked us a suite tonight. Champagne, jacuzzi, the works." Because he already knew she was going to take Sable to town, again.

"Mmm sounds amazing…" Tahlia played the part to perfection, on the inside cackling because none of that would go down tonight. If anything, she'd be spending the night screwing the real love of her life and perhaps there would be a jacuzzi involved. "You are the best." She hugged him tightly around the neck, stroking his hair and felt his arms tighten around her. "I mean it, I wouldn't be the champion again if it wasn't for you. I owe you everything." Taker, she added mentally, pulling back to stare deep into his murky brown eyes. "And for the record, you're a much better boss than your old man will ever be."

"Trust me, he hasn't set the bar very high," Shane laughed, letting his hands continue resting on her hips, squeezing gently. "But thank you, I do appreciate the sentiment."

He hoped that one day, if he took over, he would definitely be a better boss. Shane was also hoping that in that future, Tahlia would still be by his side in some capacity. Wife preferably, but… he would take what he could get. She had already proven herself to be knowledgeable about the business and practical in her suggestions; he could very well imagine them helming this company together.

"You did all this yourself, Tahlia. Don't ever doubt that." He dropped a kiss on her forehead.

Of course she had. "I don't." She stated confidently, shouldering the title and stroked it affectionately. "Nobody is taking you away from me ever again." Tahlia kissed it, winked at Shane and left to go down to the makeup and hair stylists to get ready for Raw that night.

"Don't get too comfortable with MY title, bitch." Sable sneered, sitting in the makeup chair and folded her arms tightly in front of her chest. "Vince has already assured me I WILL have it back tonight…by any means necessary."

So she planned on cheating again. Too bad her plan wouldn't see the time of day since Taker would be putting his into effect shortly after the match began. "So you say. We'll see, slut." Smiling coldly, Tahlia slid into the hair stylist's chair and leaned back with her hardware perched on her lap securely.

"Slut? That's rich, coming from you." Sable sneered, keeping her eyes focused on the whore who had dare steal HER title. It never crossed her mind, not even once, that she hadn't earned that belt by any legitimate means. "Everyone knows you were nothing but the Ministry's whore, turning tricks for them all just so you could have the Undertaker's scraps." She closed her eyes, allowing the makeup artist to do her eyes. "And now… now that you're done with them and got your name on a few… lips," She snorted at that. "You're working your way up the McMahon chain. The only reason you got your hands on that title is because you were sucking Shane-O's dick, that's it. And we ALL KNOW he took out Chyna, just for you."

Now that one made Sable's mouth pucker into a sour expression. Chyna had snitched on Shane and Sable had overheard it all. Probably because she had been underneath the table they'd been at on her knees with her own lips wrapped around his dick.

"So you didn't even win it, not really. Shane had to baby step you."

The technicians exchanged looks. That made absolutely no sense, even to them. Because someone hadn't cheated on Sable's behalf, Tahlia hadn't won fairly? Obviously they needed to stop dying the woman's hair, it was rotting her brain.

"At least I was sucking the SON's dick, a guy who isn't the same age as my Daddy." It was her turn to snort derisively. "Do tell me something, Sable, how does that old, wrinkly cock feel in your mouth whenever you're forced to get down on your knees to suck the old man off, hmm? I bet you love that old cum sliding down your throat, that ancient seed. The ONLY reason you ever got into this business in the first place wasn't to become champion. No – no, you have zero wrestling talent and passion. You did it to show your body off and the ONLY reason you beat me for this in the first place was because of Chyna. She's the one who screwed me over on your behalf and I know now it was because of the old man. So go ahead and try to twist facts all you want and spin it however you see fit because, after tonight, everything changes." Her amber eyes flashed as she stood up from the chair, looming over Sable with fire-ridden golden eyes. "EVERYTHING. See you out there, slut." Storming off, Tahlia wasn't surprised when she was given a round of applause by everyone who had overheard the verbal execution of Sable.

All Sable could do was gape as Tahlia stalked away, her jaw on the floor. "That… that bitch!" She finally screamed as loud as she could, her shrill voice attracting the attention of everyone in the immediate vicinity. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT, YOU WHORE!"

Even Taker had heard that and the locker room door was shut. He shared a look with Paul Bearer, both men looking away from each other before they started laughing. He was guessing Sable had gotten a verbal castration from Tahlia.

"You're going to stay the hell out of her match tonight, got it?" Shane hadn't heard a thing because he was busy letting Chyna know, in no uncertain terms, how tonight was going to happen. "Because if you don't, I'll take your head off with a meat cleaver."

Chyna folded her arms over her chest and simply nodded, eyes narrowing. She doubted Shane even knew what a meat cleaver was, the spoiled little shit! However, she also knew he had no problem taking her out on behalf of his whore.

Stalking out to the ring, Tahlia was a determined woman and stepped through the ropes, raising the WWF Women's championship high for the world to see. She was the measuring stick in women's wrestling. There would be no bra and panties matches when this title was defended. Tahlia wanted to change the game, literally, and knew she could do it with the help of Taker and the Ministry. Taking a microphone, Tahlia waited for her music to die down before speaking to the audience.

"Before this match begins, I just have one thing to say and get off my chest. For months, I scratched and I clawed my way back to this title – MY title. My baby. The only thing in this company, in this world, I care about is THIS. And if Sable thinks she's gonna waltz down here and take MY title away from me, THINK AGAIN, WHORE! I'll cut you down to size and make you realize you're NOTHING in this business compared to me. Now get out here and reap what you've sewed, BITCH!" Dropping the microphone, Tahlia handed her title to the referee after kissing it and began bouncing off the ropes, preparing to destroy Sable.