A/N: Sorry this took so long! School kicked my rear and now I am FREE for 2 whole weeks and well… we'll go into that in a minute. Smut ahead, although probably rather tame compared to the rest!

21

Taker refused to listen to reason. He didn't care if Vince McMahon himself knocked on the door. He ignored Dallas's sputter of token protest and kissed her again, slowly, deeply, with a hand stroking her back. It felt so good to hold her close again. He had to admit he'd been a complete idiot.

Why had he let her go? To prove a point? Or maybe he was determined to sabotage every good thing that came into his life. He was stubborn, and had to admit that he was also spoiled and used to getting his way. Dallas presented a challenge, purely based on the fact that she did not really give a damn what he wanted or how much he wanted. She was as stubborn as he was, and she had only been protecting herself.

That thought made Taker pull back and brought his attention back to the moment. Dallas was looking up at him with trusting, clouded eyes. For all of her attempts at protesting, she seemed to have no misgivings about wanting him now.

Taker lifted a hand a stroked her cheek. Dallas leaned into his palm for a moment, not asking why he hesitated. She just looked at him and waited.

He let his thumb trace the lower curve of her bottom lip. When he finally lowered his head again, the touch of his mouth to hers was soft, tender. He realized that for all of their previous intimacy, there had really only been some odd sort of animal lust. They had never actually made love. It was a distinction that he was bothered by, even if Dallas never mentioned it or even thought about it. And a locker room in the middle of an arena full of people was not the place for that to happen.

Regretfully, Taker pulled away and let her go. Dallas raised an eyebrow and looked at him expectantly. "I hate admittin' it when you got a point." He finally said, his voice low. Dallas smiled.

"A point about what?"

"I wanna do this right." He admitted, brushing her hair off her forehead. "And right doesn't include rollin' around on a dirty floor, or in a cramped shower stall."

"Oh. Well technically speaking, you don't have to be back here until five." Dallas let her fingers trace little circles over his chest. "If you needed to make a trip back to the hotel for a bit, I'm pretty sure we could get away with that."

Taker grinned and grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss her fingers. "Smart woman. I knew there was a reason I liked ya."

"And here I thought it was because you wanted to get laid." Dallas dodged him and slipped out of his arms with a shake of her head. "Time's wasting." She pointed out. Taker had to agree with that. Even the five minute drive to the hotel seemed to take too damn long.

He managed to control himself even though they had the elevator and hallway to themselves. But as soon as he shut the door to his room behind them, he grabbed Dallas's arm and pulled her against him. It was obvious that she was expecting a rushed, barely undressed sort of encounter. Taker was happy to disappoint on that. He lowered his head and brushed his mouth against hers, barely touching her lips.

Dallas leaned into him and sighed in contentment as his tongue flicked out to touch her lower lip. Taker slid his hands up her arms and tangled his fingers into her long hair, tilting her head to the right angle for him to deepen the kiss.

Taker let his hands run up and down her back, over the swell of her rear, along her hips, her waist. His fingers hooked the bottom of the t-shirt she was wearing, and he pulled, breaking their kiss long enough to get it over her head. He pushed her hands away when she tried to reciprocate. He wasn't going to let her rush him, after all.

He touched all the skin he'd exposed, starting with Dallas's neck and working his way slowly down. He snagged the straps of her bra on her shoulders and tugged them down, breaking their kiss once more to watch the satin slide down her skin. Dallas shivered under his scrutiny, feeling her knees go weak at the look in his eyes. He moved his hands and covered her breasts with his palms. She sighed and leaned into him, giving a little whimper when he squeezed her gently.

And gentle was the right term for it. Taker kept his touch light, using just his fingertips to tease her nipples, or stroke the skin between her breasts. He took his time, playing with her before slipping a finger under the front closure of her bra and pulling, letting it fall open. And he moved on, touching her stomach and her hips again. He finally lowered his head and kissed her again, nipping at her lower lip and tasting her mouth with his tongue.

It only lasted a few moments, and Taker broke the kiss once more. Instead of pulling back though he slid his mouth along her jaw lawn, ducking his head lower to suck lightly on the skin of her neck. She was wearing some kind of vanilla based perfume, very light and subtle, and as he inhaled he suppressed a shudder of need. The urge to throw her down and take what he wanted was there, and strong, but he paced himself. His mouth moved along her neck, onto her shoulder, and he made a low noise in his throat when he felt her hands come up, her fingers tangling into his long hair.

Still nibbling at her neck and shoulders, Taker walked her toward the bed. He paused long enough to pull her bra the rest of the way off before once more letting his fingers trace her skin on the way down to the fly of her jeans. He unsnapped each button slowly, keeping his mouth firmly against her neck, listening to her pant against his ear. He pushed her jeans and panties down together, letting his fingers slide up her legs as she kicked her shoes off. She also managed to wiggle until her pants went the same direction. He barely noticed. He was already stroking the curve of her hips with his hands, keeping his touch light.

After a moment of that he guided her once more in the direction of the bed. Dallas sat and scooted back, watching as Taker shed his clothes. He kicked them aside and climbed onto the bed, crawling forward so his body was covering hers. With a sound of utter need, he lowered himself until he was pressed full length against her. Dallas tried to tangle her hands in his hair, tried to wiggle into a better position under him, but Taker moved back and kissed her. Just once, quickly, before letting his mouth mark a hot trail down her throat. He used his hand to cover her breast, the nipple caught between his fingers as his tongue flicked over it.

Dallas moaned as he sucked at her skin, and dug her nails into his shoulders when she felt the playful nip of his teeth against her. He was beyond caring about a little pain from some sharp fingernails at the point – it only fueled him on. Taker kept his lips wrapped around her nipple and pulled, making her hips press upward at the sensation. He repeated the process on the other breast, using his teeth to draw more of those soft moans from her.

While his mouth was busy, Taker let his hand wander. He slid his fingers down her side, over her hip, stroking down her leg as far as he could reach before drawing his hand up again, this time against her inner thigh. He shifted a little and Dallas moved her legs just a little but so he had restricted access to her center. He pressed a finger against her, then another, feeling her folds part under the pressure. She was definitely ready for him, and his fingertips slid easily along her, from her clit down to her entrance, then back up. He let his fingers circle this path a few times, feeling her hips buck slowly in time with his movement, closing his eyes at the feel of her against his fingers.

Taker pressed himself against her leg, letting Dallas feel how hard he was. She pushed against him, rubbing him by moving her leg just a little bit, causing him to grit his teeth against the pleasurable sensation. He slowly propped himself up, pulling his hand away from her, getting a disappointed little moan. But it turned into a breathless sigh when he slid upward, once more covering her with his body.

He shifted, and got a leg between her knees. Dallas accommodated him, parting her thighs so he could settle between them finally. She could feel him, the length of his cock rested right along her center, the head pulsing against her clit. She wrapped her legs around his waist and looked at him, meeting his eyes. Taker watched her as he moved, sliding his cock first against her, then angling it down toward her opening. As he entered her slowly he bent his head and caught her mouth in a searing kiss that left them both panting for breath. He began to stroke into her slowly, methodically, refusing to rush and ignoring her attempts to speed him up.

He thrust into her over and over, her soft moans spurring him on, the way her hips came off the bed to meet him causing him to grind his teeth together again. Taker shifted, changed the angle of his hips just a little, and got a louder moan as his cock rubbed against her clit at every stroke. It wasn't long before Dallas was crying out under him, begging him to take her faster, harder.

It hadn't been his intention, but Dallas was so close to the edge he obliged that time, suddenly bucking against her with short, sharp jerks of his hips. Dallas climaxed with a breathless mewling moan, her fingernails once more digging into his shoulders as she arched up off the bed.

The feel of her inner muscles clenching him was enough to send him into his own orgasm. A few more slow strokes, a hard press of his hips against hers, and he spilled into her spent body with drawn out groan of pleasure.

He collapsed against her, mindful to keep his weight on his elbows. They were both panting, and it sounded like they'd run a race. Taker smiled at the random thought and sleepily kissed Dallas on the chin, then the jaw, his mouth finding its ways to hers without any help from conscious thought.

Dallas cupped his face in her hands and kissed him back fiercely before letting her head fall back on the bed. "You gonna fall asleep on top of me?"

Taker smirked and let his head rest against her shoulder. "I was thinkin' about it."

She made a low noise but said nothing, just stroked his shoulders with her hands, soothing the spots she'd raked with her fingers. She felt like she could sleep for a week. But since she was only going to be Taker's PA until Rachel got back, she figured she'd better stay awake and enjoy the time while they had it. She decided something else too.

"Hey." Dallas poked him with a finger.

"Hmm?" He did sound sleepy. Dallas had a momentary thought, that if he did fall asleep and slept heavy, he'd probably suffocate her. She grinned impishly. And poked him in the side. He jerked and she did it again.

"I guess since you're good enough for me to have…a thing. Relationship? Whatever you want to call it. Since we're doing that. I guess from now on I'll be calling you Mark."

"Mmm hmm." She could hear the smile in that low hum of agreement.

"Unless you piss me of. Then you'll get called a lot worse."

Mark chuckled against her shoulder. And he shifted, pulling her with him. She felt him slide from her body, but wasn't disappointed to find he'd rolled them over so that she was on top. Mark reached up and pushed her hair back from her face. He was wearing another one of his 'woman, please' expressions. It made Dallas grin to see it. "Darlin' I got a feelin' you are gonna be a handful."

And he figured that truer words would never be spoken.

Things did work out between them. For a while. Actually for a lot longer than Dallas ever would have thought was possible. She thought that very thing the first time he said he loved her. And again the first time he said he loved her without feeling like she was going to throw up. Eventually she even said it back with a straight face.

-End-

Author's Notes Again!

I know. Abrupt ending but it is where I was going to end up anyway. I'm afraid that certain –ahem- returns this past week have made it possible for me to get extremely inspired and actually begin working on my SixSix sequel. So my mind has really been on that. I did not want to leave Taker/Dallas hanging to this is my random semi-happy ending, with a definite TBC thrown in because I can sequel the hell out of Bad Rep.

Hope you all enjoyed, and thanks so much for the kind words throughout. It definitely helped keep my rear in gear.