Chapter 12

She finished rinsing her hair and sighed when he moved to the other leg, letting out another content moan. "Damn, you ever consider changing professions?" Jetta heard him chuckle and didn't even care about the conditioner at the moment more focused on what he was doing to her body.

"Several times," Mark admitted, smirking slightly. "Especially during my early years. But...no matter how good these hands of mine are," He ran one up the inside of her leg, feeling her muscles flexing underneath his palm. "Wrestling will always be my passion...well, besides you." His knuckles barely grazed her center before moving back down her thigh.

"What is it about me that draws you in so much?" She asked, not able to bite that question back, hissing when his knuckle brushed against her before going back to her thigh again, purposely teasing her.

God his hands were magic and she was melting against him, her hands having to grip his shoulders to keep from collapsing. He had that effect on her and somehow she knew it. Jetta didn't understand why he liked her so much, why he wanted her with him. She was a royal pain in the ass and knew it. Hell, her parents sent her to live with her grandparents before their horrible unexpected car accident. She was a hellion and yet this man, this wonderful man, wanted her and she couldn't comprehend why.

"Hmmm..." Mark's head tilted to the side, contemplating that. His hair was damp with the water that had managed to get him, shaking it back over his shoulders impatiently. "I don't know, Jetta." He admitted, green eyes moving up her beautiful, water slicked body, locking eyes with her. "At first it was the sex." He was brave enough to admit it, even though she was very likely to kick his teeth down his throat. "Then after we woke up the next morning after our second night together..." He shrugged. "Something about you just...just makes me want you. Maybe it's your attitude."

She smiled back at him, not angry at him for saying it was the sex at first because that's how she felt as well. "You're too good for me." She stated, sighing when he pressed his finger to her lips, and moaned as his lips captured hers in a passionate kiss.

Jetta instantly kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, having put conditioner in her hair while he was continuing to massage her. She'd missed his lips and it was only one night! Dear god what was she becoming? She didn't care and felt him pull her out of the shower, their lips never breaking. Jetta laughed when he lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed, laying her down soaking wet, and hovered over her as their lips met again in a heated kiss.

"You might be right, I may be too good for you." Mark conceded with an arrogant smirk, catching her hand when it came at him, turning her wrist up and nipping at her delicate skin, groaning from low in his chest. "Did you miss me?" He asked softly, now kissing her wrist slowly, moving his lips to the palm of her hand. "I missed you." His voice was low and husky now.

Her eyes drifted closed, the feeling of his lips against her hand causing her mind to reel. "I missed you too." She whispered, eyes fluttering open and cupped his face with her free hand, wiping a stray water drop from his cheek. She couldn't help it, this man melted her inside and out. He made her feel things that no other man ever had. "I'm sor-" She got cut off with his lips descending on hers, moaning softly as her legs parted for him, feeling him hovering over her. Her hands slid up his wet chest while they kissed and gasped against his lips when she felt him slide inside of her. They would be doing this quick tonight because she had a feeling he was as tired as she was. "Oh Mark..." She breathed out, raking her nails down his chest and smirked when he growled against her, his lips attacking her neck, her fingers digging in his black tresses.

Mark had been in the process of moving a hand down her ribs when someone rapped on the door. Growling, his head snapped to the side, willing whoever was on the other side to keel over and die. When the rapping didn't stop, he got up and stormed over, ripping the door open, not giving a flying fuck that he was as naked as the day he was born.

"WHAT?"

Glen clapped a hand over Cayla's eyes. "We just wanted to make sure-" Mark slammed the door in their faces.

Jetta was laughing her ass off, no longer in the mood, though she would be paying Cayla and Glen back for interrupting her and Mark's sex. Shaking her head, Jetta pulled the comforter up over her and rolled over to lie on her side, seeing how angry Mark was. He too wasn't in the mood anymore, though she couldn't help admiring how adorable he was when he was agitated.

"Are you okay?" She giggled when he growled and snuggled into her pillow while he got in on his side, both of them normally sleeping naked.

"I'm gonna be asking for a match against Glen, THEN I'll be okay." Mark grumbled, rolling onto his side so he could pull her back against him, burying his face in her hair. "Mmm...Think Cayla would mind if I took his head off?"

He yawned, the mood effectively dead thanks to his moron friend knocking on the door. What the HELL was so damn important that couldn't wait till morning? Knowing Glen, something very stupid.

"Unfortunately, I think Cayla would mind very much." Jetta replied amusedly, snuggling against him, and sighed in contentment. Mark's arm was beneath her head as their fingers entwined together, her entire body relaxing against his. Turning around, Jetta kissed his lips softly and then his nose, giggling quietly when he wiggled it. "Good night Mark." She whispered before turning back around, spooning against him and snuggled into the pillow as her eyes drifted shut. Between their fighting and the past two nights, Jetta was exhausted.

"Good night, darlin'." He murmured, his arm pulling her against him until their bodies were tightly pressed together.

Knowing he would shortly be falling asleep, Mark let his mind wander. He had to smile, glad that she was back with him, knowing another night away and he would have probably hunted her ass down at work and made a fool of himself asking her to come back. Thank god she'd made the first move. He tenderly kissed her shoulder, having a good idea he was eventually going to make a fool of himself anyway and closed his eyes. Damn if she wasn't worth it though.

~!~

Three months passed and things couldn't have gone better between Mark and Jetta. At work, they were completely professional, not even so much as giving each other a kiss. That's how Mark was and Jetta honestly couldn't blame him. She didn't mind it, knowing he would be a huge distraction to her when it came to her job and vice versa.

Cayla and Glen were the complete opposite and showed their relationship out in the open. He would hold her hand and lace their fingers together, kiss her cheek, buy her flowers, totally romance her to the point where she would be gushing for hours. Jetta sometimes had to walk away because her friend was sickeningly happy. Not that she wasn't, but there was a line that had to be drawn with how much she could hear about Glen this and Glen that. It wasn't jealousy, Jetta just wasn't the type of woman who liked hearing another woman gush over her man. For the most part though, Jetta supported Cayla and let her talk about it, playing the best friend role so to speak.

As for John Cena, Jetta had finally sat down and had a talk with him, actually apologized to where John was so shocked he just walked away. The next time they spoke signified a new friendship. The boy was INSANE. He would strip down to his birthday suit and streak around the arena, acting like a chicken with his head cut off. It was hilarious. He had the kindest blue eyes, though Jetta often called him an army recruit because of his haircut, which John hated. For the most part though, things were smooth and they had become great friends. Randy was Cayla's guy friend to talk too since he was just as much a romantic as she was. They were cute in a brother and sister type of way.

Mark wasn't sure if he liked the friendship between John and Jetta, but even he couldn't deny the boy was funnier then hell. Most of the time. There were of course those moments when he had to stop himself from killing the kid...Like right now.

"Cena...what are you wearing?"

John looked down at himself. "A pink sock with blue stars?"

Mark rubbed his temples, closing his eyes to block out that image that was sure to haunt him for the rest of his life. "I don't want to know."

Glen walked in Mark's dressing room, a big smile on his face, until he seen John Cena. He cleared his throat, muttered a 'didn't mean to disrupt you guys in your heated moment', and walked right back out.

John started laughing at the shocked look on Mark's face, swallowing hard when the man stood up. "Gotta go." He zoomed out of there like his ass was on fire, running down the hallway with his dick flapping up and down, the sock sliding off of it slowly.

Mark was contemplating murdering both John and Glen. He had already sorted out HOW he'd do it. Now he just needed the WHERE and a place to hide the bodies, he could think of an alibi later. He turned around and almost walked right into Vince McMahon.

"What?" He demanded flatly.

Vince smiled warmly. "I'm just making my rounds, 'Taker. Checking in, seeing how things are going."

"And I care why?"

Vince's lips pursed into a frown, watching as his lead superstar -well one of them, but his conscience, the guy who kept things in place- look like he was considering murdering someone. "Is there a problem?"

"Vince, what do you want?"

"I told you, just checking in. So...how's Jetta?" Oh saying that name brought a disgusting taste to his mouth.

One slow eyebrow rose, staring down at Vince coldly. "She's fine." This wasn't exactly what he had been expecting and Vince knew better than to ask something personal.

"I heard you two had a problem a few months back."

"One that was resolved."

"If you two are...not getting along on the job-"

"Vince, unlike SOME people, I don't let my PERSONAL issues affect BUSINESS."

"Of course, of course." Vince hastened to agree, flashing another smile, this one nervous. Mark's temper contrary to popular opinion wasn't something that was always lurking beneath the surface, generally it took a lot to get it roused. Vince didn't want to be the unfortunate individual who did that this year. His head was just fine where it was at. "I think I'll just go and...And see how everyone else is doing."

Mark watched him go and shook his head.

What the hell was Vince up to now?

~!~

Jetta was busy hearing about how Glen had surprised Cayla with a candlelight dinner the previous night after their third pay-per-view event to celebrate the occasion. For whatever reason.

"What did you guys do?"

"Fucked, then slept."

"So how are you and Mark doing?"

"Fine."

Cayla sighed, stopping Jetta from what she was doing. "Jetta, you have to give me something more than that. I'm sure Mark does SOMETHING for you."

"Actually he does."

Her eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? Like what?"

"He gives me multiple orgasms."

She promptly deflated and got back to work. "I really don't like your sense of humor sometimes." Cayla grumbled, helping Jetta with the ring mat, laying it out.

"Really? I do."

"Come on, girl! Give me something! You owe me!"

"Really? Because if I recall correctly, the last time I checked, it was because of ME that you and Glenie boy are together." Her eyebrow rose coolly, causing Cayla to shut her mouth, and smiled sweetly. "Now, how about we change the subject?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you! Glen is thinking about proposing!"

Jetta had taken a drink of her water and snorted it out of her nose. "FUCK!" She waited until the burning diminished before staring at her best friend like she'd just grown two heads. "You're not...serious are you?"

"I'm dead serious. I was going through his things and-"

"You were going through Glen's THINGS?" Tim asked, having been helping them, keeping his mouth shut because he found Jetta's dry sense of humor amusing.

Cayla flushed red. "Not like THAT. He asked me to grab something for him out of the bag..."

"Something or himself?"

"JETTA!"

Tim started laughing his ass off. "Hey Vince!" Tim greeted with a smile, walking over after sliding under the bottom rope, both men shaking hands. "Listen, I just want to tell you how grateful I am that you hired both Jetta and Cayla. They are exceptional and hard workers." He looked like a proud father with his black hair that was rapidly fading to grey.

"Jetta, don't turn around..."

She didn't listen to Cayla and did, groaning. "What the fuck is he doing here?" She hissed in a whisper, seeing their manager talking to him. Jetta wanted to gouge his eyes out with a fork.

"Let's just get back to work..."