Things lull again after Wrestlemania comes and goes. The group keep their chat settings going, with the silent agreement to check in whenever possible, even if just to say hello, and it helps a little, but the fact remains that Ricardo now has even less to do or look forward to. He sighs and jiggles the dog's leashes around a bit before turning left towards the house. Alicia is still asleep inside, looking peaceful and beautiful against her pillows, and he smiles down at her, leaning in to kiss her forehead before going to make breakfast.

As eggs fry and toast browns, he sits by the window and stares out at the crystal clear sky, chin resting on his palm. He doesn't mind the quiet, but the stir-crazy aspect of this all is definitely getting to him. He wants to be in the ring, climbing the top rope, splashing down on a decent base, figure out a new way to break free from a hold, lock in a submission, on and on and on. He sighs and groans, burying his face in his hands, and scrubs at his eyes before sitting up straighter when he hears a sleepy noise from the other room, looking up as Alicia joins him, barely awake.

He smiles adoringly at her and reaches over, pouring her a mug of coffee. She clings to it like a lifeline and he kisses her cheek before moving to check on the food. She sits down with a groggy little hum and he joins her in a few moments with plates of eggs, tomato slices, and the toast. "Wow," she murmurs, the food giving her fresh life as she wakes up upon the first couple of bites. "This tastes really good, Ricardo. Thanks."

He beams at her. "My pleasure. It looked like you needed the sleep."

She nods. "Yeah, I haven't been sleeping well, and AJ was up late last night with George so we ended up talking for, like, hours. Oops." She giggles as she stifles a yawn with her hand and Ricardo shrugs. "It was nice to catch up with her though."

"No problem, I figured it was something like that." He smiles at Alicia. "Not like we have anywhere pressing to be anyway."

"Very true," she agrees, stretching out and accidentally brushing his foot with hers. He smiles a little and rubs her toes with his heel, her eyes widening as she looks back at him. She grins back and as they quietly eat, they continue teasing each other under the table with light strokes playful rubs. As soon as she swallows her last bite, he's by her side, putting the plates in the sink and returning to reach for her hand.

She hums and curls her fingers around his, not terribly surprised when he leads her back to the bedroom. "Ricardo," she murmurs and he squeezes her fingers before sliding his hand around her waist and kissing her, pressing her close to him. She exhales slowly as his lips trail along her throat, down her slowly flushing skin, and she groans softly as he eases back with a soft smirk, pushing the door open and guiding her inside. The bed is still unmade, but perfectly comfortable as she drops down onto it, Ricardo pausing to stare down at her.

"You're impossibly beautiful," he informs her, and she inhales shakily, reaching for him. He grazes his knuckles up her legs, stopping just shy of where the shorts she'd fallen asleep in cut off. "So intense and warm and... I can't even find the words to properly describe how you look right now."

She stares back at him and thinks the same could be said for him, as soft sunshine gleams against his dark hair, making his pale eyes glow in a near etheral fashion. "Ricardo," she gasps out and he moves, trailing his hand up her quivering stomach muscles and brushing her tank top up, revealing more of her to the soft breeze pouring in through the open window behind her. She moans and arches up against his touch and he chuckles, knees pressing into the mattress as he crawls up to hover over her, taking in her raw, beautiful reactions to him. "I- I-" The words won't come and she whimpers as he leans in and kisses her, slow and heated, little teasing licks making her head spin as she clings to him.

The warmth of his hands and his mouth leave her gasping and moaning, and he chases the sounds, eager to get more from her, when she tangles her legs around him and pulls him in close, his eyes slipping shut as she pulls his shirt off, and grazes her nails up and down his spine. "Al- Alicia," he gasps out and she laughs faintly, clearly pleased at getting some comeuppance for his teasing.

His fingers find hers, tangle together lazily as he lightly presses them into the sheets, and she stares up at him, overwhelmed by his warmth, how slow and precise he is in showing her how exactly he feels for her. "Ricardo," she breathes out, and he echoes her name, sounding as wrecked as she's feeling. "I... I love you."

He pauses and pulls back just an inch- she whines- and kisses her again, intense and hungry, and when he finally eases back, she's breathless and trembling and he traces her lips with his knuckles. "I love you too."

It's nice, she thinks later on, pressed, warm and sleepy against Ricardo's body, as the wind lightly brushes the drapes around over their heads in a captivating little spiral of fabric. He looks perfectly content as he sleeps and she smiles at him, trailing her fingers through her hair just to stop quickly as it tangles badly and seems to be trying to swallow her hand whole, accepting it as a lost cause until she can find her hairbrush. She sighs and closes her eyes, humming softly in time with his faint snores.

Something tickles at the back of her mind, leaving her suddenly pulled out of this nice moment, but she casts uncertain eyes towards Ricardo and swallows hard, pushing it away determinedly. He'll notice something's wrong if I start dwelling on that now, she thinks. So I won't. There's no basis for such worries anyway.

So she ignores the anxious doubts swirling in her mind, well aware that this is the worst possible time to consider such things, and puts her focus back on her amazing, sleeping husband by her side, smiling softly at him.