Alicia sighs as Ricardo lightly massages her lower back, pressing kisses to her neck, shoulder, down her spine. "You're so good to me," she says sleepily, tilting her head as he continues telling her about Chicago. She sighs and gingerly rolls over, careful to put weight on her tailbone as his hands ease along to the front of her body, spanning over her ribs lazily. "I'm not surprised," she murmurs. "You two... it's hard to end a friendship like that." She rests her hands on his. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," he mumbles. "I think so." Entwining their fingers, he lifts their hands up and kisses her knuckles softly. "I think he wants to change." He sighs. "I'm just happy to be home." He lifts her hand and kisses her palm, smiling when she squirms and giggles. "Are you still scheduled to be examined next week?"

She nods, some doubt crossing her face. Her injury had healed slowly, but WWE staff had finally contacted her to come to Raw to see if they can clear her. She feels alright, despite the lingering paranoia that the smallest movement could undo whatever recovery she's accomplished up to this point. It had been such a frustrating, painful injury and she can still remember the exact moment it'd happened, how she'd felt the snap and the dull pain radiating out and growing more intense with each beat of her heart.

Ricardo watches her face darken at the memories and leans in, lightly kissing her. She hums, blinking up at him, and he smiles, tracing his fingers over her jaw, before tracing her lips with his tongue, humming when she opens up eagerly for him, tangling her hand in his hair, feeling a moan rumble up his chest and exhale into her mouth, Alicia giggling as she shifts and kisses him all the more intently, feeling warm and needy while his fingers trace over her flushed, soft flesh. "Ricardo," she sighs out, both of them pausing as a mid-afternoon rain shower begins to pelt the windows surrounding the bed. They rest their foreheads together and Alicia smiles as he stares deep into her eyes, a sense of peace blanketing both of them as they listen to the steady pelting of rain against the glass.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbles, kissing her again.

"So are you," she informs him and he slowly shakes his head until she cups his face, staring at him. "You are. Definitely." His attempted arguments fail as she shifts, sweeps her tongue against his lips and tastes him eagerly. "Especially when you smile. Which you should do more," she informs him, eyes soft as he rests his face against her shoulder, then shifts to kiss her throat, down the straps of her bra.

She understands he's doing this so he doesn't have to look her in the eye and she wants to say something, maybe make him look at her to restate her opinion, but she knows she can't fix his self-confidence in one fell swoop, if ever at all, so she allows him to continue, throwing her back into the pillows and sighing hard when he continues to mouth at her and touch her, distracting her momentarily from just how nervous she is about what will happen when she flies out to New York later in the week. "I love you, Ricardo," she forces out, tugging once more at his hair.

He pulls back and looks at her finally, eyes so dark that it would be startling in anyone else. "I love you too, Alicia," he says, easing back to where he'd been pressing kisses, stroking with his fingers, before she'd interrupted.

The warmth of his hands and mouth leave her trembling, shaky breaths leaving her as she tries to ground herself while she tugs lightly at his hair. "I'm scared," she admits into the darkness, lightning streaking the sky behind them and captivating her anew as she stares backwards through the windows to watch the storm as Ricardo pauses for only a moment.

"You don't have to be," he informs her softly. "One way or another, it'll be fine. You'll heal, return to the road, and we'll schedule times so we have plenty more days where we make love while thunderstorms rage around us. You'll see."

She smiles. "I like that. I like that a lot." Tugging him back up so that he's hovering over her, watching her quietly, she kisses him deeply. "Thank you so much."

All he can do is smile and kiss her back, too breathless and focused to really pay attention to anything else.