Chapter 39
"Well I know this, Jetta." Mark said softly, dropping down next to her, taking her hand in his and squeezing gently. "It's what he did afterwards. He had no reason to hurt you the way he did, none at all. You had a concussion darlin' and you're more worried about a KISS?"
"What he did out there was business, Mark." She rationalized, stopping him before he could start ranting and raving. "Just listen to me. He had to do something to spark the fire inside of you to make the feud better. He can explain it better to you than I can so just wait and TALK to him. Unless you really feel he deserves to have his ass kicked right then and there, no violence. Just hear him out, okay?" When he nodded, she smiled and kissed him softly, tenderly, straddling his lap and laughed as he laid back, her hair down and pooling over them, honey blonde with purple streaks mixing with black. "I missed you."
"Damn woman, I wasn't gone all that long." Mark grumbled, though his green eyes were sparkling with good natured humor, running his hands up and down her back. "Though...if I knew this would be my reception, I'd of stayed away longer. Maybe you would have been waiting to jump me at the door." He teased.
"I'm addicted to you, I can't help it. Even when you're working out with Glen, I miss you. I meant what I said last night, Mark, you are my world." She kissed him again and smiled as he sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist, her face burying in his strong neck and sighed in contentment. "I love you." She whispered, running her fingers through his hair since he had it down today, pressing her forehead against his pulse point and closed her eyes, loving it when he just held her.
"Hmmm..." Mark held her tightly, finally kissing the top of her head. "What're you going to do with your time off?" He asked softly, looking down at her head. He still had something he needed to do, without her preferably.
"I'm not sure. I was thinking about going to L.A. for a few days, but that doesn't sound appealing." Jetta shrugged, she would find something to do and rubbed her head gingerly. It didn't hurt, which was shocking, but then again she probably was used to the little pain it gave off...as sickening as that sounded. "I don't know, maybe I will go home, just to make sure my apartment is still there." She giggled, having not been there in roughly six months. The last time she'd been there was when they were in L.A. for a show. They rarely went there, it was always Anaheim, though Jetta didn't mind. "No offense honey, but I don't feel like being cooped up in a hotel room all day."
"Don't blame you, darlin'." Mark said softly, not even wanting to imagine how he'd feel if he was laid up and stuck in a hotel while she got to work. Oh hell no, he'd go insane in the first hour, maybe even less. "Though I doubt your apartment has decided to leave you and walk away." He added teasingly.
Jetta smacked him playfully on the shoulder and stood up from his lap, running her fingers through her hair. "It's settled, I'm going back while I have the time. Maybe I can do some cleaning, sell a few things..." She'd been meaning to clean out the skeletons in her closet so to speak, wanting to leave her past life behind, and move on with Mark. Of course he didn't need to know that as she winked over her shoulder at him. "I already booked my flight this morning." She smiled sheepishly, her bags already packed. "I leave tomorrow morning. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh why would I mind? You know…just booking without telling me beforehand, planning on leaving me all by my lonesome." Mark heaved an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head and mock sniffled, smirking when she rolled her eyes. "Sorry darlin', but if you're leaving in the morning, then tonight, that ass is mine."
"This ass is yours every night." She shot back playfully and laughed when he lifted her up over his shoulder, purring in his ear, and giggled when he growled before planting her back on the bed. "Mmm so powerful, I love it when you get rough." She ran her nails down his chest, knowing after tomorrow she wouldn't see him for two weeks. Stephanie had made it clear that she wasn't to be at the arenas during that time, wanting her to heal for the upcoming pay-per-view. Jetta didn't mind, but she hated being away from Mark, thinking about the last time she'd been away and what she'd walked in on. He loved her unconditionally and Jetta trusted him completely. "I'm warning you now, if I come back and that slut has done something, I'm going to prison for murder."
"If you come back and that slut has done something, she'll be missing already." Mark promised darkly, bending down to brush his lips against hers. "So...if you DON'T see Michelle, just be content knowing she's buried somewhere in a shallow grave, alright darlin'?" It sounded like a joke, but he was completely serious. If Michelle even so much as smiled at him, he had no problem snapping that bitch's neck, not after what had happened the last time him and Jetta had been away from each other.
"Understood." Jetta whispered and kissed him softly, peeling his shirt off along with the rest of his clothes. Hers were off moments later, knowing for the remainder of the night they wouldn't be sleeping.
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Around five A.M. Jetta woke up, after two hours of sleep, and seen Mark sleeping peacefully beside her. She smiled and quietly extracted herself from his arms before going to take a shower. Her flight was at eight so she had to be there two hours prior to go through security and whatnot. Jetta quickly turned the sprays on and stepped in, letting the water flow over her body, and could only hope and pray when she returned to the WWE everything was the way it was when she left. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she thought about leaving Mark and let the water wash them away, not having been away from him for more than a day since the last time they reconciled. This would be a major test for both of them as Jetta felt her heart give a painful lurch.
Mark had become a light sleeper when it came to Jetta, his body automatically turning and reaching for her, not feeling her warm body and frowned. It took a moment before he realized she was in the shower and sighed, rolling onto his back and folded his hands under his head. He was tempted to go join her, but...he was too damn lazy to get out of bed. Smirking, he wondered what she would say if he made it so she needed another one. A glance at the clock told him she was working on a time limit and sighed. He wasn't too keen on spending two weeks away from her, though at the same time...He smiled.
After her shower and minor breakdown, Jetta finally felt composed enough to step out and wrapped a towel around her body, brushing her hair and teeth. She walked out, being very quiet as she shut the light off, and headed over to her bag. She pulled out blue jeans with a black tank top, nothing fancy, her normal wear and proceeded to take the towel off before slipping into midnight blue garments. She turned around once she was dressed and looked around the hotel room, trying to keep her mind off of saying goodbye to Mark. She wouldn't cry, not until she was on her way to the airport.
After packing up everything and being silent as she did so, Jetta finally looked over at a sleeping Mark and bit her bottom lip. 'I don't want to wake him up.' She thought, contemplating just leaving him a note, jumping when his voice boomed through the room. "You were awake this WHOLE time?"
"Yes." Mark said simply, sitting up and pulling her down onto the bed in his lap. "And were you going to leave without saying bye?" He asked, bending down to kiss her gently. "I don't want you to leave, Jetta." He admitted quietly.
"I don't want to leave either." She whispered, not trusting her voice at the moment for fear of it cracking. "Tell me to stay." She pressed her forehead to his, staring deep in his green eyes. "Tell me to stay with you and I'll do it."
She moaned as his lips caressed hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Jetta pressed herself against him and buried her fingers in his hair, never wanting to let him go. She couldn't stop the tears from swelling in her eyes, but she was fighting like crazy to keep them from falling as he kissed her with all the fire, passion and love he could muster, leaving her breathless and whimpering.
Tell her to stay and have her loaf around the hotels bored out of her mind? Mark groaned against her lips, wanting nothing more then to say those words, knowing she would do it in a heartbeat. "Stay because you want to stay." He whispered. "Not because I tell you, Jetta."
This was so hard as she dropped her head, closing her eyes, and took a deep breath to calm herself down. "You're going to be so busy that you won't even notice I'm gone." She finally said, seeing the doubt in his green eyes, and cupped his face with her hands as she kissed him softly. "It's two weeks. I just need to tie up some things at my apartment and then I'll be back. If you want, I'll only be gone a week and try to keep myself entertained while you're working the second week of my time off. How does that sound?"
Mark raked a hand through his hair, studying her intently. "You do what you got to do, darlin', don't be rushing just because of me." He said finally, kissing her softly, knowing if he kissed her like he wanted too, she'd never make it out that door.
He was going to ask her if she wanted him to go to the airport with her, but knew that would be another bad idea. It would only make things harder for the both of them. This was so damn stupid, they could spend a week or two apart, the world wasn't going to end. Right?
"I love you so much." She whispered, reaching a trembling hand out to caress his face and sniffled, her vision blurred from how hard she was trying to keep her tears in. "Please don't be angry with me for going." She felt him grasp her chin, her watery eyes finally meeting his, and let a tear slide down her face. Soon they were cascading as Jetta threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly against her, memorizing his touch and burning his kisses in her mind. "We'll call each other every day." She whispered, pulling back and felt him wipe her tears away, knowing she had to go. The limo was waiting out front, courtesy of her cousin. "I love you, Mark Calaway." She kissed him one final time, pouring every ounce of love and feeling into it before pulling away and grabbed her bag, running out the door.
Mark sank back into the bed, shaking his head. How could he ever be mad at her? She was going home for a few weeks, not running away from him. He hoped. Groaning, he laid on his stomach and pulled a pillow over his head, the image of her crying etched in his vision.
Jetta cried the entire way to the airport and during the flight, trying to stop the tears. No matter how hard she tried, it wasn't happening. She was already aching for Mark's arms around her and swallowed hard, wondering just how bad these two weeks were going to be.
Considering Mark didn't have to be anywhere to be until tomorrow, he decided he'd get done what he'd been planning today. Groaning, he reluctantly got himself out of bed and showered, smelling her body wash and perfume, another groan escaping him. Talk about a brutal reminder that, only hours ago, she had been lying beside him in bed.
When her flight landed, Jetta drove back to her apartment and unlocked the door, walking in and turned the light on. She sighed, throwing her bag in the corner along with her keys on the table, going to her bedroom. She barely made it and collapsed on top of it, her head pounding as she proceeded to cry herself to sleep, hoping and praying it wasn't a mistake to leave Mark on the road alone.