AJ hums, breathless, a little sleepy, curled up in Mike's arms as he holds her, strokes her hair. "So... tell me again," she says after a few moments of quiet.
Mike glances down at her, then chuckles. "I have the week off. I get to stay at home and do whatever I want, since they've decided they don't need me until media for Summerslam really kicks in."
AJ nuzzles his shoulder. Sits up, straddles him, and kisses him deeply. "That's what I like to hear," she sighs, running her fingers through his hair. "So are you going to want to watch Raw tonight, or..."
"Absolutely not," he says, lightly twirling her hair around his fingers. "I want the week off from thinking about Bronson, or Ciampa, or Shinsuke, or anyone else."
"Even better," AJ says with a grin, exhaling slowly as he trails shapes against her hip. "We could re-watch the advance screening of Heels."
"You really are proud of that, aren't you?" he asks, smiling up at her.
"I am," she says softly. "It was a lot of fun to film, and I like how it flowed when I actually watched it."
"Then yeah," he says. "We can absolutely watch it again."
She smiles lovingly down at him before brushing her hair out of her eyes, leaning in to kiss him again, pressing her knees lightly into his hips as he guides her down, traces her lips with his fingers, the both of them moving lazily together, slowly picking up speed as the passion between them grows. "God, I love you," AJ breathes against his mouth.
"Love you too," Mike murmurs back, holding her close, enjoying every second of it.
Sometimes, when days like these begin like this, Mike really begins to consider life after wrestling. When he won't be running himself ragged between media events, house shows, television tapings, everything else. When he'll have more time to enjoy his wife, kids, friends and everything else.
For now, he's pleased with the way things are, but someday... yeah. Someday.