The gentle chime of the cell phone by the bed, fluttered through the room. Dante tried to ignore it, but it seemed to get louder the longer it rang. She didn't want to move, but if she didn't answer the phone she ran the risk of having Mickie answer it. And while she knew that Mickie wouldn't let anything slip, anything was possible when awoken out of a deep sleep.
Reaching over to the night stand, she let her hand touch the objects that laid on it. She had successfully knocked some phallic object to the floor and groaned when it started buzzing. "Eww." She whined when her hand landed in a greasy substance, and she knew instantly that she hadn't sat the lube upright the night before, like she thought she had. At the rate she was going, she was going to knock everything off the nightstand.
Lifting her head off the mattress slowly, she pulled the hair off of her face and opened her eyes just wide enough to see the phone. "Hello?" She whispered harshly.
"Baby. I miss you."
With a sleepy smile growing across her face, Dante rolled over to see Mickie turn in her sleep. "Hold on a second." She kept her voice low, slowly inching her leg out from under Mickie's. She held her breath for reasons unbeknownst to her and slid out of the bed. She watched as Mickie rolled over again, and still stock still until she settled. Walking slowly to the bathroom, Dante made sure to keep her voice low, until she was safely inside. "I miss you, too. How was your night?" Closing the door behind her, she leaned against the sink and crossed her legs at the ankles.
"Lonely." Rolling over in his bed, Morrison looked at the ceiling and sighed. "But I had another dream about you." Closing his eyes, he relived the graphically vivid dream that he'd had just moments before calling her.
"Oh yeah?" She loved when he growled like that. She could just imagine his brown hair fanning his face, as he loomed over her, doing whatever deliciously deviant thing he'd cooked up in his subconscious. "What was it about?"
That baby voice that Dante used on him did it every time. Never before had he met a woman that could get him rock hard, but just the sound of her voice. It wasn't a whine, per se, but, more like a little girl pleading for something that she really wanted. All she needed was a little plaid skirt, and a white shirt tied up and her brown hair pulled up in pig tails. And if she were to wear a pair of black rimmed glasses, he wouldn't complain. "You came to visit me, and when I opened the door to my room, I was greeted by you on all fours."
"All fours, huh? You like that?"
"Mmm." Just the thought of her light blue eyes rolled up in the back of her head, was enough to make him purr. It had been entirely too long since he'd seen his wife. "You know, if we get this house, we're gonna do a different position in every room."
"That reminds me, I've got a list of properties to look at when you come home." There was a list a mile long of everything that Dante needed to talk to him about. She hated having to write it all down, so when he came home she wouldn't forget anything. It made their marriage seem more like a business relationship. Like she was his personal assistant or something, reminding where he needed to be, which they needed to call and what financial situations needed to be handled. But, it was the way their relationship had to work. It wasn't going to be like that forever. John had promised her that. But, he had to do what he had to do in order to secure the life that they'd talked about for so many years.
It's not like they could make it on her salary alone. Sure, she loved her job, but being a copywriter wasn't the most lucrative occupation.
If there was one thing John Morrison loved, it was when Dante got excited about something. The way her eyes lit up and that smile that always followed was like igniting a switch in his heart. If he closed his eyes at that very moment, he could see her excited face, as clear as if she was standing next to him. "So, what kinda places, we lookin' at?"
"Well, I found this beautiful condo on the west side. Ooh, and this little cottage house, with the sweetest little garden. It's got cobblestones! It's so pretty. I can see you at the grill on the weekends, and the kids…"
John laughed as he ran his hand over his chest, "Kids? We have kids now?"
"Yeah, the four kids that we're going to have. They'll have this huge yard to run around in. I can't wait for you to see it." Dante's voice squeaked and got louder unintentionally. "Baby, I think this house is our hose. It's gonna be the perfect place for us to live happily ever after in. I can't wait."
There wasn't a ball tight enough that she could force herself into that would make her disappear. Why did she let it get to her so much? Dante was here with her, so what if she was holed up in the bathroom talking to her husband? Dante had an obligation to talk to him. Mickie understood that. She didn't like it, but she understood. And getting mad at Dante wasn't going to change the fact that after their weekend tryst was over she would be returning to her husband.
But why couldn't Morrison just give them some space? Why did he always have to infringe on their time together? At least Cena knew better. He knew damn well that when Mickie and Dante were hanging out that he wasn't to call. Mickie had never come out and told Cena that when she was with Dante she was incommunicado, but when she stopped answering the phone when they were together, he soon got the hint.
Drawing her knees closer to her chest, Mickie laid there listening to Dante giggle, feeling stupid. For her, stupid always started at the back of her neck, and worked its way up her head, until it veiled her eyes. Stupid kept her from making eye contact. It forced her entire demeanor to change. Stupid made her feel like she would burst out in tears at any moment. Stupid could be seen on her face, and she was sure it radiated out of her pores. Stupid gave off a vibe and infected everything she was around. Stupid made Mickie James question everything she was so sure of before Dante snuck off to the bathroom.
Why didn't Dante sneak off and talk to her when she was with Morrison? Did Dante ever leave Morrison alone in bed, to tell her that she loved her? How come she and Dante never talked about their future together? There was no talk of condos, or a family, only what they were going to do the next time they saw each other. The more Mickie thought about it, the more she realized that lately, none of their plans ever come to fruition. For the past few months, Dante and Mickie couldn't seem to make it out of the bedroom to get anything done. And why was that? They used to go out and have a really good time. But now, it like Dante was trying to keep Mickie as her secret.
As soon as the bathroom door opened, Mickie pulled the covers over her face. The last thing she needed was for Dante to see her looking stupid. All she wanted to do was ask her why she insisted on reminding her that they were having an affair, but that would just cause an argument. Besides, they weren't having an affair. They had been together for four years, before Dante had even met Morrison. They had been seriously involved before Dante had ever mentioned that Morrison had proposed. Dante was Mickie's girlfriend before she walked down the aisle and promised to love, honor and cherish that asshole. So why should she feel guilty? Mickie and Dante were happy before Morrison came and ruined everything.
"Hey sleepyhead." Dante climbed sat the bed next to Mickie and pulled the covers down from her face. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek, before burying her nose in the bend of Mickie's neck. "Wake up."
Faking sleep, Mickie slowly opened her eyes and looked at Dante feeling nothing but sadness. "Hey."
"What's wrong, honey?" Dante sat beside Mickie and stroked her hair lovingly. She hated when Mickie had that look on her face. It was as if something was behind her eyes, and no matter what she said the problem was, Dante always had the feeling that she wasn't getting the entire story. She noticed how Mickie turned her head, ever so slightly, forcing Dante to turn her head back. She locked her blue eyes on Mickie's brown eyes and stared at her until Mickie smiled.
Why did Dante have to look at her? No matter how angry Mickie could get at Dante, she couldn't stay mad at her. It was much easier to just get mad at herself. Getting mad at Dante could mean the end of happiness as Mickie had come to know it. "I was just thinking about you leaving tomorrow."
"Oh, baby. We still have today and half of tomorrow. We're not going to deal with tomorrow until tomorrow." Dante looked over at the clock and smiled. "Look, it's only 9:00. Let's go get some breakfast and go shopping or something." Her heart instantly melted when Mickie smiled at her. "And I have this for you." Dante took her wedding band off of her finger and slid it on Mickie's hand. "Today, we're Mrs. & Mrs. James-Carmichael."
Mickie couldn't help but to laugh as she let her thumb run over the diamonds incrusted band. "Well, Mrs. James-Carmichael, I think that's a great idea."
"Great!" With a quick kiss to Mickie's lips, Dante jumped off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. "You better hurry up and or there won't be any more hot water." With a wink, she left the bathroom door open before turning on the shower.
Mickie sat up still turning the ring on her finger. This is the way it should have been to begin with. They really should have been the James-Carmichaels. Dante should have been hers to begin with, and not just something that she played with to make Mickie happy. They should be married. They should be living out their happily ever afters, and not using it as a sex game. John Morrison was a nice guy, but he didn't deserve Dante. He didn't love her the way that Mickie did, and she was sure that he wouldn't move heaven and earth for that woman, just to see her smile. They weren't connected the way that she and Dante were, and it hurt to know that she chose him over her after all of the years they'd shared.
"Hey, you comin'?"
"Yeah. I'll be right there." Getting off the bed, Mickie looked at herself in the mirror, holding up her hand to see what it would look like to have an outward symbol of their love. But, for now had to stay hidden behind closed doors.
