Chapter 7

After the show, Mick took everyone out for a family dinner at a local restaurant, wanting to spend quality time together. Geneva was thankful he hadn't gotten hurt in the segment with Undertaker, though she also didn't like the fact Uncle Mick tried setting the man on fire either. The path she was about to walk with Undertaker was going to be extremely complicated, Geneva knew it, but still wouldn't walk away.

Once dinner finished, they all headed back to the hotel with both Noelle and Dewey sleeping peacefully. Noelle did very well in the segment with her father and actually enjoyed it, much to Colette's relief. She'd been nervous about her little girl being on WWF programming, but it seemed as though nobody recognized them being Mick's family. It also looked as though both were extremely tired, which Geneva was grateful for because the clock had just struck midnight.

While Mick and Colette tucked their children into bed, Geneva changed into a pair of dark purple cotton shorts with a matching spaghetti strapped tank top. She managed to fix up her corkscrew curls with a pick, not able to use a regular brush. Geneva stepped out to wish her Aunt and Uncle a good night, hugging them, then pretended to head to bed, leaving her door cracked open. It was a three room suite that Mick splurged on since his wife and children would be leaving in the morning to head back home.

Geneva waited exactly a half an hour and carefully creaked her door open, hearing soft snoring, knowing Uncle Mick fell asleep. Colette was as well and the children hadn't stirred either. Chewing her bottom lip, Geneva looked at her hand, contemplating if she should show up or just go back to bed. What if Uncle Mick found out about them? She wasn't sure if lying to her family was the smartest decision, both her heart and mind battling with each other.

The heart won out.

Closing her door silently, Geneva tiptoed to the front door and opened it, thankful it didn't creak. She managed to get out into the hallway and close the door just as quietly, looking down at her hand again. They were on the third floor, so she had to venture on the elevator to the second to get to Undertaker's room. Jogging down the hallway, Geneva decided to take the stairs in case she ran into somebody on the elevator, not wanting to take any chances.

A few minutes later, she stood outside of room 2823 and Geneva could feel the nerves building within her. The butterflies began erupting in her stomach, fluttering dangerously and Geneva had a hard time raising her hand to knock on the door. What the hell was she doing? This was the same man who kept injuring Uncle Mick whenever they wrestled, though it was mostly her Uncle's ideas.

"I want this." She whispered to the silence of the hallway, taking another deep breath and finally knocked softly on the door, waiting with bated breath.

What if he was sleeping? What if it was too late? It was after one in the morning, but he had told her he'd be up. Geneva watched as the doorknob turned, the door cracking open and a simple hand reached out to her. There was no black fingerless glove on it and Geneva saw the tattoos adorning the forearm attached to the hand. Taking another deep breath, Geneva grabbed it and felt herself being pulled into the dark room into the arms of Undertaker.

"You showed." His low baritone resonated around the room, green eyes drinking the chestnut beauty against him, more importantly, the color of her sleepwear.

"I told you I would." Geneva murmured, feeling déjà vu take over since he stood there holding her, his hands sliding down to her hips again. "You didn't think I'd show, did you?"

"Mmm 50% and I will leave it at that." He rumbled, releasing her hips to take her hands, guiding her further into the room. "You are nervous."

Geneva nodded, a small corkscrew curl falling over her forehead and blew it away. "It's been a long time for me." Two years to be exact. "I want this though, that hasn't changed."

Taker nodded in understanding and slowly turned her around until her back faced him, his lips sealing to the side of her neck. "No more talking then." The room had a few candles lit within it, giving both just enough light to see the other clearly, unlike earlier at the arena in his dressing room.

Geneva couldn't agree more, melting against him as his large hands stroked up and down her sides beneath the top, feeling her soft skin. Pure silk, was Taker's first thought, as his lips explored her neck and ear and slowly moved her corkscrew curls over her left shoulder. Taker proceeded to do the same administrations to the right side of her neck, growling softly as he nuzzled her for a moment.

"Undertaker…" Her breathing became ragged as he held her tight against him, reaching up to bury her fingers in his mellifluous soft dark auburn hair.

Stopping, Taker pulled back and grabbed her hips, turning her around to face him as their eyes locked, dark forest green on smoky blue. "Did you mean what you said earlier, Neva?" He demanded, not believing what he was about to do.

Her mind was fuzzy and Geneva couldn't think clearly, trying to slow her racing heart down. "W-We talked about several things, you'll have to be more specific." Didn't he say enough talking? The man had contradicted himself!

"You said you didn't care about my fame and fortune, that you only cared about the man inside." He reiterated, taking her hand to place it over his beating heart, his voice dropping an octave to a rasp. "Did you mean it?"

Geneva nodded, brushing her lips against his chest and wrapped her arms around his muscular waist. "Yes, I just want you." She let out a gentle sigh when his fingers began stroking through her corkscrew curls, contentment sweeping over her.

"Then you should call me by my birth name instead of my wrestling character." He decided, having thought about it long and hard, hooking his finger beneath her chin to raise her eyes to meet his. "You did not believe my name was actually Undertaker, did you?"

"No, but I wasn't going to ask you about it either because I'll call you whatever makes you feel comfortable." Geneva said, hoping this didn't destroy their night together and ran the pad of her thumb across his bottom lip. "I am curious now though, what is your real name?"

"Mark." He murmured, sucking her thumb into his mouth to gently nibble, his eyes never leaving hers. "Call me Mark, darlin'."

Geneva beamed, not believing he actually trusted her to reveal his birth name and pulled his face down as his mouth finally touched hers. She felt his growl against her lips, his strength lifting her to be eye level as they experienced their first kiss. Carting her with ease, Taker guided her on the bed and didn't break the kiss, hovering over her. Her fingers delved in his hair, returning an equal amount of passion the kiss exuded and slid her hands down his chest until she reached the button on his jeans.

His hand immediately shot down, wrapping around her wrist and prevented her from freeing his pulsating cock. Not yet. He wasn't quite ready for that step, wanting to take his time exploring and possessing her. His hand slid up her soft leg and thigh, cupping her sex through the thin material of her shorts and could feel the heat radiating in his palm.

Geneva gasped, her mouth falling open and Taker took the invitation instantly, his tongue delving in the deep recesses of her mouth. Their tongues dueled and tangled together, each tasting one another and Geneva moved her head from side to side, thoroughly enjoying this. He was taking his time with her, which was something Geneva didn't expect. She HAD expected to step in the room and have her clothes ripped from her body, but Taker had other plans in mind.

Plans she would gladly follow.

Methodically, Taker began stroking her through the shorts, spreading that forest fire within her further in slow circular motions. He wanted to tease and torment her a little, remembering the little stunt she pulled kissing his cheek. It was payback time. Taker reluctantly pulled away from her lips, only to bury his face in the crook of her neck, hearing how sporadic her breathing was.

"Y-You're driving me i-insane…" She stammered out through bated breath, pretty sure her entire body would erupt in literal flames if he kept this up. "M-Mark…"

The sound of his name spilling from her lips made his cock twitch against the confines of his jeans and Taker knew he couldn't tease her much longer without losing control himself. He wanted to lose it inside of her preferably and pulled his hand away, continuing the assault on her neck. The moistness of her sex began seeping through the material, clearly telling him Geneva was more than ready for what he was about to offer.

Abruptly, Taker stood from the bed and gripped Geneva's hips, flipping her on her stomach and felt his green eyes smolder at the sight of her beautiful backside. He growled, running his calloused hands up her thighs to hook his thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and panties, sliding them down. Geneva instantly lifted one knee at a time, thankful Taker was ending the teasing. One long finger reached under to slide under her throbbing clit all the way to her backside and further up beneath her tank top. Within seconds, her bra unsnapped with a flick of his wrist and Taker buried his hand in her chestnut corkscrew curls, gently but firmly pulling her up until her back pressed against his muscular chest.

"Lift your arms." He ordered, his voice harsh with passion and his mouth settled over her ear, his hands once again stroking her sides.

Geneva obeyed, leaning back against him and loved the feeling of his hands on any part of her body. His hands slid up her sides, taking the tank top on the way and pulled the material over her head with her bra, tossing both over his shoulder. Covering her voluptuous breasts next, Taker loved the sound of her moans and began rolling her already erect nipples between his fingers. His mouth descended on the spot just below her ear as Geneva shivered and Taker felt her hand start massaging the back of his neck.

"Good girl." He rumbled approvingly, pushing her down on all fours and decided to end the torture.

Just the sound of his zipper sliding down sent Geneva's soaking set into a frenzy, feeling it quiver with pure anticipation on what was coming next. Taker shoved his jeans down completely and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side since he planned on staying naked with Geneva the whole night. His tongue snaked out to moisten his lips, the hunger raging within his huge body and raised one foot to plant on the bed beside her.

"Mark…" Geneva pleaded and hissed as soon as she felt warm flesh brush against her sex, nodding eagerly. "Please…"

"Patience." He whispered, one hand on his cock gliding it up and down her slit while the other planted on her hip, keeping her perfectly steady. "Mmm…" He groaned, holding his finger up to his nose and could smell her intoxicating essence from earlier, closing his eyes. "You smell divine, Neva…"

"You feel even better." She murmured in reply, her nails digging into the comforter as he began sliding inside of her meticulously, her head spinning.

The last thing Taker wanted to do was hurt her, his size and girth bigger than a normal man. Her throbbing sex felt like pure velvet and tighter than a vise, already knowing it'd been a while since she last had sex. He nearly lost his breath sliding between her wet folds, gritting her teeth to maintain control. If she moved, this was going to be over before they got started, the grip on her hip increasing when Geneva went to shift.

"Don't move…" He grunted, quickly sliding the rest of the way until he was buried to the hilt, staying perfectly still while she stretched to accommodate his size.

"Oh Mark!" Geneva cried, feeling completely full to capacity and lowered her forehead to press against the bedding, trying to learn how to breathe.

Slowly, Taker experimentally pulled out and snapped his hips forward, thrusting inside of her receptive frame. It felt as though she was specially made for him, every part of him igniting with sparks and electricity. Geneva cried out louder, nodding and felt him start thrusting a little faster, still keeping a rhythmic pace. What she wouldn't give to feel him lose control…Geneva's eyes flew open when he read her mind and increased the pace.

The sounds of flesh smacking flesh resonated around the room as Taker's tongue slid up the middle of her back, directly on her spine. Geneva met him for every thrust, slamming back against him and felt his hand bury into her hair again, yanking her to an upright position. Her corkscrew curls folded over her shoulder as Taker's arm wrapped around her waist, not stopping the thrusts and held her firm against his body. Their groans and moans echoed together in a beautiful symphony, one that Taker wished he could record somehow.

"Give yourself to me, Geneva!" He growled, sliding out of her briefly to move on the bed, leaning back on his haunches and immediately lifted to plant her right back on his throbbing cock.

Geneva instinctively bounced up and down on him, his hips snapping up to meet her as her head lulled back against his shoulder. Taker buried his face in her hair, his hand sliding up her stomach to the valley of her breasts, wrapping around her throat. He didn't squeeze though, just rested it there and could feel his release building rapidly. Her breasts bounced as Geneva gripped them tightly, going absolutely stir crazy as the hot coil within her threatened to spring free.

With a few more powerful thrusts, Geneva couldn't hold back anymore and cried out her release, her hot essence flooding around him, arching her body against Taker. Her orgasm triggered his and Taker couldn't hold back even if a gun was pressed to his temple, growling out as his seed exploded within her, filling her more. Both kept moving against each other until there was nothing left, Geneva milking him for all he was worth and finally sagged against Taker's chest, breathing raggedly.

Taker felt his cock grow limp and fell back on the bed, taking Geneva with him as his head hit the soft pillows. Every part of her body tingled from the after effects of their intense encounter, chest rising and falling rapidly. Geneva didn't move for a while, laying on top of Taker staring up at the ceiling and managed to turn her head to stare in his incredible emerald eyes. Taker reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, their lips softly brushing together tenderly.

That was just the first bout, Taker planned on having more than one that night, no sleep on his agenda. They had tonight and the next two weeks, which Taker looked very forward to since he now knew they connected sexually. Even after their two weeks were up, she would always be his possession, no matter where she went.