Mackenzie rested her head on Fergal's shoulder. She was exhausted. Unlike her, Fergal was a morning person. So at 5:30, he had gotten out of bed to head to the gym. Having woke up when she heard the shower running, she decided to get up as well. Of course, had she known they would have such a long, adventure-filled day, she would've grabbed those precious few more hours of sleep.
Fergal wrapped his arm around her body, pulling her close to his side. He had enjoyed showing Mackenzie the raw beauty that was Orlando. Most people never really ventured away from the theme parks and the beaches. So they had spent a large portion of their day alone.
Mackenzie groaned as she pulled her legs up to the couch. While she was in peak physical condition, she was not used to walking around for ten hours. Granted they had taken breaks numerous times, but she still felt the wear and tear of the long day.
Fergal felt guilty when he saw just how worn out and sore Mackenzie was. So he gently scooted off the couch, easing her down, and went to the bathroom. He filled the tub with hot water overflowing with bubbles and dimmed the lights. He eased her off the couch, into his arms, and carried her into the bathroom. Sitting her on the toilet, he undressed her and helped her into the tub.
Her moans filled the room as her muscles began to relax. He sat behind her on the floor and massaged her exposed shoulders and neck. Smiling as she began to sink further down into the water. Her body becoming a limp noodle.
Kissing the top of her head, he moved to the other end of the tub, pulled out one foot and began to rub the arch. Mackenzie whimpered. She was sure she was dreaming. No one had ever pampered her like this in her entire life. Not even the time her grandmother had surprised her with a gift certificate to a spa. Of course, her masseuse had been an older woman, so it wasn't quite the same effect as having her drop dead sexy boyfriend running her hands over her body.
With those thoughts running through her mind, she decided it was time to head to bed for the night. Using her free foot, she pulled the plug on the drain. Feeling revived, she stood up, letting the water cascade down her body in tiny rivulets. Without a word, she stepped from the tub, walked across the room, turning her head as she neared his bed.
Fergal wasn't sure he could stand at that very moment. He had tried to tune out the moans of pleasure as he massaged her body. Knowing she was most likely not interested in sex that night. He simply wanted to take care of his woman. But once he had watched her seductively walk to his bed, he had lost all ability to think.
Every last drop of blood in his body had rushed to his penis. He was positive his legs wouldn't support him if he stood. She amazed him every single day. Determined to crawl to his bed if necessary, he pushed up to his knees.
Mackenzie saw Fergal on his knees. The images of Demon Balor making his entrance to the ring popped into her head. She began to giggle at first before eventually it was gut wrenching laughter.
Fergal wasn't sure what was going on as he heard Mackenzie laughing from his bedroom. Growing a little concerned, he stuck his head out the door. He saw her lying in the center of his bed, face buried into a pillow, as her body vibrated from her laughter.
"What had gotten into you?"
Not sure if she was going to be able to actually speak, she tried to use her hands to explain. But that made everything worse causing her to have another fit of laughter. As he approached the bed, she tried to take deep breaths.
She tried to tell him again what she was laughing at, but only managed to get two words out.
"Demon Balor"
Not sure if he had heard her correctly or not, he kneeled on the bed.
"Demon Balor?"
Still laughing too hard to speak, she decided to demonstrate instead. Bounding off the bed and rushing into the bathroom. As he got up to follow her, she shook her head and pointed him back to the bed.
Once he was sitting down, she squatted down and mimicked his usual elaborate entrance to the ring. Until she fell next to him on the bed, her laughter causing her to snort.
Fergal was sure that she was past the point of exhaustion and was in dire need of sleep. He lifted her up from the bed, scooting her up to the top, and then snuggled her warm body next to him. Waiting for her laughter to die down completely before he spoke again.
"What did you mean Demon Balor?"
Finally under control, Mackenzie explained that when she had seen him on his knees in the bathroom, that she had envisioned him exiting the bathroom similar to his ring entrance. Even jumping to his feet and throwing his arms open wide. Before he slowly, seductively, crawled onto the bed. She told him that while she had found it hilarious, she had also been very aroused at the idea.
Fergal twisted her around until she was staring up at him.
"You serious? That turned you on?"
"Well yeah, I mean role play is hot. Even if you are just portraying yourself. Just imagine it."
Fergal was honest enough with himself to admit he didn't see how that would be sexy, but if it was something she was aroused by, then by all means, he would give her the full treatment one day. Face paint and all. If she wanted, she could paint him up herself, then afterwards help him wash it off.
As the thoughts filtered through his head, he could see how that would be sexy. Standing between her spread legs as she applied his face paint. Touching her body as she did so. Then standing under the hot water as it pounded their bodies. Their bodies' slick with soap. Picking her up and sliding into her.
"You're right. That would be sexy."
As he was leaning down to kiss her, she yawned. Even though the bath had revived her briefly, her laughing spell had zapped what little energy had remained in her reserves. Now she was quickly falling asleep.
He redirected his lips and kissed her forehead instead. Pulling her tight against his body, he listened as she dropped off to sleep. He listened to her snore, loving the sound, before he closed his eyes.
The next morning while she slept, he decided to make a few calls. He needed to find some place that sold body paint. He didn't want anyone to know what he needed it for, so he couldn't exactly ask the lady who usually helped him.
Eventually, he found a specialty shop about twenty minutes away. They advertised body paint for birthday parties and other functions. He hoped they sold the paints without having to hire the artists to paint the faces.
He also needed to swing by the Performance Center and grab his gear and check in with the trainers. He had requested the week off since Mackenzie was in town but he wanted to be sure he had the most current list of shows, times, and meet & greets. Wouldn't do to miss an event because he hadn't checked in.
Leaving a brief note, he hurried out the door to the waiting cab. He was in too much of a rush to try to drive in Orlando traffic today. He wanted to be back before she woke up, so he could store his surprise. He prayed she had been serious about this last night. Otherwise, he was going to feel very foolish later tonight.
Mackenzie rolled over. Her hand reaching out searching for Fergal. She wasn't that surprised to feel the cool sheets. She slowly stretched her arms and legs. Taking her time before rolling out of bed. She needed to use the bathroom but still she remained reluctant to get up. Once you got out of bed in the mornings, it was pointless to try to go back. It wasn't the same. So she laid there for a few more minutes, until finally she had to get up.
She headed to the bathroom, turning on the shower as she headed to the toilet. Once she finished her business, she grabbed her toothbrush. Staring at her reflection. She looked better than she had last night, but she was still tired and sore. She would love to stay in all day but Fergal was too active for that to be a reality.
So she gave her reflection a pep talk and headed to the shower. Hoping the hot water would soothe the last of the aches and pains. She really didn't want Fergal to feel bad about yesterday. So if she could take a couple ibuprofens, hide the tell-tale signs with makeup, she was sure she could fool him. She would just stir him to the more laid-back activities today.
Fergal snuck back into the house. He could hear the shower running upstairs so he knew he had enough time to hide his bags. He rushed upstairs and stuck his purchase under the bed. If she found his gear, he had an excellent excuse ready, but if she found the paint, he knew she would know what he had planned.
Hearing the shower turn off, he began to tidy the room. Making the bed and putting his dirty clothes into his overflowing hamper. He made a mental note to do laundry soon. Wouldn't do to run out of clean underwear while she was here. He certainly didn't want Mackenzie to feel as though she was responsible for doing his laundry.
He had already caught her doing dishes, sweeping, and mopping the other day. He had been embarrassed that she felt the need to clean. Even though she had told him that she didn't mind, it wasn't right.
Mackenzie walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. The shower had loosened up her muscles, easing her aches and pains, enough that she was looking forward to another day outdoors with Fergal. Although, she wouldn't exactly try to sway him if he opted for a day inside either. She could think of a few ways to pass the time.
Fergal turned around, not breaking her embrace, and gave her a good morning kiss. He loved the fact that she always found a way to touch him. Sometimes it wasn't even in a sexual way. Just a casual touch that let him know she was there. A sweep of her fingertips on his arm, her hip bumping his as they stood next to each other, or even the way she would brush his hair back when it fell across his forehead.
They were not the kinds of people who were comfortable with public displays of affection. So her little acts of affection, perhaps involuntary, always touched him deeply. Fergal stored every act, every time, away in his memory. He would need those memories when she went home soon.
Mackenzie readied herself for the day's itinerary. Would they be bike riding across Winter Park, spending the day at the beach, would he take her to Disney World. There was so many scenarios running through her mind. Working herself into a frenzy, she finally blurted out.
"What are we doing today?"
She had blurted them out so quickly, her words tumbled over each other. Making it hard to decipher. Forcing herself to slow down, she repeated the question.
Fergal smirked and grabbed her hand. He had felt her tossing and turning throughout the night. Knew yesterday had worn her out. Her muscles were still sore. Even a long, hot shower couldn't hide the effects. So he opted to stay home and pamper her that day.
He led her to his closet, reached in and grabbed two pairs of flannel pajama bottoms, and two of his t-shirts. He grabbed thick socks and led her to the bed.
"Today is lazy day. We stay in our pajamas all day. Watch movies, eat whatever we want, and do absolutely nothing. The outside world does not exist for the next 24 hours starting now."
Mackenzie didn't even try to hide her relief at hearing his plans for the day. She slumped against him. Her prayers had been answered. She quickly changed into his pajama bottoms. She crawled onto the bed and snuggled into her pillow. She was going to start the day with a nap.
She heard Fergal chuckling as he laid down next to her. She could care less as she started to drift back to sleep. Today was going to be a good day.