Chapter 9

Slowly fluttering her eyes open, Geneva felt her body slowly come alive from her deep slumber, glancing at the clock blearily on the nightstand. Past noon. Geneva let out a gentle sigh, knowing she had to get up soon to pack her things. They were currently in Milwaukee, Wisconsin for a house show, though Geneva wouldn't be going to the arena.

Her two weeks were up.

The man sleeping beside her with his sleeved tattoo arm draped over her waist had given her the best two weeks of Geneva's life. It wasn't all about sex. Taker took her for rides on his motorcycle, which she absolutely loved and out to dinner a few times. They went on actual dates, got to know each other and even contemplated maintaining a long-distance relationship.

Geneva knew that was pointless. There was far too much temptation on the road for Taker to be a one-woman man and she accepted it. They had two completely different roads they were taking in life and hers pointed directly to Seattle, Washington to become a world-renown surgeon. As much as it killed her to leave, Geneva couldn't put her dreams on the backburner for a man, no matter how much she wanted to be with him.

Besides, it was her idea to be no strings attached, but Geneva didn't count on falling in love with him. And she was deeply. Just one look in his beautiful emerald eyes and her insides melted. One touch and Geneva's entire body lit ablaze, falling into his arms every time. His lips were addicting along with his deep baritone voice, especially when he let his southern accent slip through.

They had their silly moments with Taker tickling her whenever she made fun of his hair. Although beautiful, he had really bad bedhead when he woke up from a deep sleep and it made her giggle every time. Then there were times he snatched her up for no reason and began tickling her, just to hear her laughter. Apparently, Taker enjoyed the sound of it, which was his excuse and in turn Geneva just smacked him playfully.

Geneva smiled, recalling the night before and knew it would be forever burned in her memory. It was a story to tell her grandchildren someday because of how sweet Taker had been. He requested her attire to be a little formal, so Geneva went out and bought a midnight blue spaghetti strapped dress that went to her knees made of chiffon material. Her corkscrew curls had been redone a few days prior, so they were fresh and hung down her back in one chestnut honey rippling waterfall.

Taker surprised her with a candlelit dinner in his suite, which was a change since he normally came to her room after shows. That night, he managed to get her alone long enough to request her to come to his room and of course she obliged. Black and white candles lit the entire room, giving off a wonderful sandalwood scent, a table setting right in the middle. Geneva never took Taker to be the romantic type, but apparently she'd been wrong and would never get the image of him in a dark green long sleeved dress shirt and black slacks out of her mind.

He looked incredibly handsome, the green shirt bringing out his eyes.

It was a simple steak and lobster dinner that Taker had prepared from a nearby restaurant, paying to have it sent over to the hotel. He bought the bottles of wine from a local liquor store, a sangria flavor for her and red for him since it went better with steak. His memory of her likes and dislikes made Geneva love even more, if that was possible. No matter how hard she tried, Geneva couldn't come clean about how she felt though, especially after their set stipulations.

After dinner, Taker turned on some soft jazz music and pulled Geneva from her seat for a slow dance. Their hands and bodies molded together, his arm securely wrapped around her waist, sapphire mixing with emerald. Her free hand lingered on his shoulder as they swayed slowly to the music and Taker finally rested his head against hers, both becoming lost. It was a bittersweet romantic moment between them because it was their last night together. Geneva had to fight back tears, not wanting to leave Taker and actually contemplated forgetting about her internship so she could stay on the road with the WWF.

She couldn't though.

"Penny for your thoughts, darlin'?" His deep voice brought Geneva out of her thoughts as his arm tightened around her a little more.

"Sorry." She murmured, taking a deep silent breath and turned to lie on her back, meeting hazy green eyes. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

Taker shook his head, leaning down to brush his lips across hers gently. "No, how long you been up?" He yawned, his tone gruff with sleep as he rubbed his eyes.

Glancing at the clock, Geneva couldn't believe her deep thoughts lead to being awake a full hour. "Noon." She answered, turning her head to look at him again, reaching her hand up to caress his face tenderly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah." Taker could tell something was on Geneva's mind, noting the worry creases on her forehead. "What're you thinking about, Neva?" His large hand splayed against her flat stomach, enjoying the silkiness smooth skin.

"You." She said truthfully, enjoying his touch for the moment.

Taker smirked, burying his face in the crook of her neck while his hand slid a little lower down her body. "What about me?" He rumbled huskily in her ear, feeling her thighs instantly part.

"Mmm how these two weeks with you have been amazing…" Her voice trailed off as deep moans took over, her eyes drifting shut as sensations washed over her from his long fingers brushing across her quivering sex.

"Indeed they have." Something else bothered her and Taker wondered if he could coax it out of her with his administrations, his lips and tongue assaulting the spot just below her ear. "What else, darlin'?"

Geneva nearly said it, her mouth open to speak and instead cried out when his finger slid inside of her. "Mark…" Her fingers buried in the haphazard corkscrew curls, gripping them as she began writhing on the bed beside him.

"Does that feel good, Neva?" He growled, pulling her closer to him, gliding his finger in and out of her receptive body.

All Geneva could do was nod, moaning uncontrollably and felt his arm hold down her hips so she couldn't buck off the bed. She wanted him again, one last time. The thought brought tears to her eyes, but luckily Geneva kept them shut so she didn't start crying during this. Just before she started falling apart against his finger, Taker removed it abruptly and Geneva watched as he licked it completely clean. Her ocean blues instantly darkened to a midnight, clouded over with unbridled passion.

Knowing exactly what she wanted, Taker couldn't deny this woman anything and shifted to hover over her, seeing all the different emotions swirling through her eyes. The previous night Taker had made love to her, taking his time, wanting to burn him to her memory forever. She would never forget him, Taker thought confidently, as he lifted her up with ease, leaning back on his haunches. His mouth covered hers, no words spoken between them and Geneva gasped as Taker positioned her wet sex directly over his throbbing erection, kissing him more passionately.

His large hand buried in her corkscrew curls as they began moving in time together, knowing this was the last time. He wouldn't be going to her hotel room anymore and she wouldn't be around the WWF locker room. No longer would Taker have to make up excuses just to see her in the trainer's room, which he'd done on several occasions during the past two weeks. Never again would he pull her into dark dressing rooms for quick make out sessions, just to feel her body against his, especially when he hadn't seen her in several hours.

It was all over today.

The kiss broke as Geneva pressed her forehead to Taker's, breathing heavily with swollen lips, relishing the feeling of him inside of her for as long as she could. Behind the cloudiness and passion haze, her mind screamed profanities at her, along with her heart, both of them in sync for once regarding Taker. Geneva didn't know how he felt about her and, until he said something, she wasn't going back on their arrangement. His arms tightened around her more, their chests pressed together as his mouth found hers again and Geneva felt a small tear slip from the corner of her eye.

Before she allowed Taker to see it, Geneva reached her hand up to brush it away, completely surrendering everything to Taker. Her back hit the bed moments later as her knees bent, her feet digging into the sheets as Taker plundered in and out of her, both of them fighting their releases intensely. Neither wanted to give in because then it would be over and they never wanted this moment to end, wanting to make it last for eternity if possible.

Betrayed by their hungry bodies' commands, Taker and Geneva came together in one bittersweet explosion, their fingers laced together on the bed. His dark auburn hair fanned around her in a dark curtain as their eyes remained locked throughout the whole release, neither blinking. Taker rocked in and out of her until he went completely limp, burying his face in her neck breathing her in. God help him, he didn't want to let this angel go and shut his eyes, fighting for control of his emotions.

They laid together in pure silence for an hour, Taker rolling on his back pulling Geneva on top of him, missing her bodyweight already. Glancing at the clock, Geneva sighed as it flashed 4:30, knowing they had to get ready to leave. Taker had a match that night against Big Van Vader –his real name was Leon Allen White- in a nontitle match since Undertaker was the current WWF champion. Geneva would be driving to the airport alone, already planning on saying goodbye to Uncle Mick in the hotel lobby.

"I need to get ready to leave." She murmured quietly, feeling his arms tighten around her and once again fought back tears, gritting her teeth.

Taker felt her tense slightly and ran his fingers down her back soothingly, feeling the sadness radiating from her in waves. "Alright darlin'." He lifted her chin up until those beautiful ocean blues locked on his, his mouth covering hers again.

He wasn't making this easy, but Geneva wouldn't refuse a kiss from him, no matter how many he wanted. The kiss broke and Geneva somehow slid from Taker's body, sitting up on the bed completely naked. Her thighs trembled from the aftershocks of their lovemaking, a delicious ache already pulsating through her lower extremities. Picking her dress, panties and bra off the floor, Geneva proceeded to dress in front of him, not having time for a shower since they spent the last three hours making love.

Taker watched her dress silently, having slid from bed to pull his jeans on, refusing to let her walk out that door without at least feeling her against him one last time. This was harder than he thought. He kept fighting back the urge from convincing her to stay with him in the WWF, knowing that wasn't fair to her. She had a goal in life to become a surgeon and Taker refused to have that guilt on his conscience because of his selfishness.

Walking over, Taker noticed Geneva struggled with the zipper on her dress and took over, regretfully sliding it up until it reached just below her neck. Geneva sighed, leaning back against him, feeling his hands run up and down her arms, her eyes closing at his touch. Why did life have to be so complicated? Why couldn't she just follow what both her mind and heart screamed at her? All she wanted was to hear him say one word and Geneva would do it, no questions asked.

Stay.

He didn't say it.

"Neva, I really don't know what to say…" Taker never was any good at goodbyes and watched as she slowly turned until their eyes met.

"You don't have to say anything, Mark." She murmured quietly, reaching up to run the pad of her thumb across his full lips, smiling sadly. "It was fun while it lasted and at least we're parting on good terms."

Taker nodded, not able to argue with that and kissed the palm of her hand. "I wish you'd let me drive you to the airport." He rumbled, not ready to say goodbye and drew her closer to him, kissing her forehead.

"You have a match tonight you need to prepare for and, besides, I'm not letting Uncle Mick drive me either. It would look kind of weird if you drove me, don't you think?" They were seeing each other secretively and Geneva hoped Uncle Mick never found out about it because she didn't want any tension between him and Undertaker.

"I suppose…" He released her, taking a step back and ran a hand through his dark auburn hair, heading for the door. "You should get going or you'll miss your flight."

Geneva understood his sudden change in mood and nodded, chewing her bottom lip. "I'll see you around, Mark." She really didn't know what else to say, wanting one last kiss from him and had a feeling that would just detain her further from leaving.

"You too, Geneva." He replied in a low voice, watching her walk out the door and closed it behind her, letting out a shuddering breath.

Once Geneva gathered her luggage from the hotel room she had, she headed down to the hotel lobby to check out, not surprised at the sight of Uncle Mick. He waited for her, how long she didn't know, but it touched Geneva nonetheless as she walked over to him. Uncle Mick didn't waste a second and pulled her into his arms, tightening her arms around his neck as tears flooded down her cheeks. So much pain and heartache were in those tears, though Uncle Mick was oblivious to the true cause behind them and Geneva preferred it that way.

"Gonna miss me that much, Gen?" He half-joked, knowing he would miss her a lot, proud of her for going after her dreams.

"Of course I will. You know you're more of a father to me than your brother ever was." Geneva replied, stepping back to wipe her tears away and didn't care how she looked at the moment.

Mick didn't put up a fight with that statement; knowing deep down it was the truth. "Promise you'll call and keep in touch." That was his only request, reaching out to run his finger down his niece's cheek.

"I promise." She whispered, hugging him one last time and felt him kiss her forehead, sniffling just as her cab pulled up outside. "My rental is in the parking lot, so…"

"I'll take care of it. Now get going or you'll miss your flight." Mick stated, stopping her from walking out the door and looked in her pain-filled ocean blues. "I love you, Gen."

"Love you too, Uncle Mick. Take care of yourself and I'll see you soon." Geneva walked through the hotel exit just as rain began pouring outside, slipping into the cab while the driver put her luggage in the trunk.

Mick watched his niece drive off and lowered his head, letting a few tears fall from his eyes, not knowing when he'd see her again. "Bye Gen." He headed back upstairs to his room to get his things packed up, not noticing Undertaker had watched their goodbye.

Alone again…Taker finally felt a tear slide down his cheek and angrily wiped it away, hating the sudden pain overwhelming his heart.