The rest of the week passes quietly. Ricardo returns to Florida with Alberto so he can rest at home after Batista's attack, but Alex remains with Mike, clearly not liking the thought of him being all alone in LA without even John to keep his mind off of things. "So... this plan," he says lazily, looking over at his former pro while they lounge on the beach. "You think it'll work?"
"It has to," Miz shrugs, adjusting his sunglasses to block out the glare of the sun against the water. "Maryse's ideas aren't bad. I just... I can't doubt that it will work, or I'll begin to doubt that I'll ever have AJ back and... I can't really go there right now."
Alex nods sympathetically, the two of them falling quiet as they continue to bask in the sun. Not much time has passed, however, when the younger man turns to look at Mike. "You know... this is the first week neither of us have been called to work Main Event in so long.. I'm not sure what to do with a free Wednesday."
Mike chuckles a bit. "You'll adjust, grasshopper. Or at least that's what people tell me." He's so used to being on the go all of the time, he can't blame Alex for feeling a little jittery but he doesn't have the strength to mind so much that he gets a day or two off. He idly digs his fingers through the sand, making trails with little thought, unaware as Alex watches him worriedly through his sunglasses.
After another quiet, exasperating day where neither of them get a thing done, they travel to Ontario for Smackdown, Alex accompanying Mike just to ensure if he needs help, he's there for him, especially since Ricardo and Alberto are still in Florida. "If you need me to do anything, just let me know, Mike."
"I may take you up on that," Mike says, his eyes locked on the arena in deep focus as he ponders what's to come. When he leaves the car, he says nothing as he walks up to the entrance and lets himself in, holding the door until Alex walks through it, quickly entering after him. They walk side by side up to the match board, where Mike's eyes trail up and down it until he finds his own name listed in a match against Fandango. That matters little to him, however, as he discovers that AJ's name is completely void from the list. He grimaces and ponders what he'd do if she's not at the arena at all. He sighs and walks off, unable to think about it much longer. Maybe we could record it, but I'd rather she hear it firsthand...
Alex sits down across from him in the main locker room as he begins to get ready for the match, glancing around as superstars come and go. It's finally quieting down when Mike swats him on the knee, A-Ri looking up in surprise. "What?"
"I do need something from you," he tells him. "But I need you to wait before you do it so I can check something..."
"Ok, sure. What do you need?" As Mike leans closer to tell him, he listens intently, not wanting to mess the execution of anything he's being told up. Alex stays in the locker room as Mike leaves, watching the monitor for any sign of anything that might help Mike. His eyes widen as AJ appears on the monitor and begins talking negatively about Valentine's Day, and he jumps up to run to the door, just for it to slam open before he can reach it. Mike stares back at him and they nod. "She's here," they say together, quickly moving to put Maryse's plan in motion with this bit of news.
Alex snags a microphone from the production table by gorilla when no one's looking and quickly races throgh the halls until he spots the divas locker room, diverting quickly towards it. Alicia Fox, luckily, is the first one to exit and he releases a soft breath, relieved. "Hey, excuse me, Alicia?"
She turns sharply, looking annoyed at her recent loss to Eva Marie, before her face clears a little upon seeing him with his microphone. "Oh, hey, Alex. What's going on?"
He smiles at her and walks closer. "Um, I've been told to interview you so... the cameramen are running a bit behind, but they'll be here soon."
"Oh, ok, sure." They stand there awkwardly for a few moments before she looks over at him, looking like she wants to say something. Finally... "I bet you're busy."
He coughs and looks over at her, hoping that this'll be the opening he needs. "Huh? How so?"
She shrugs. "I heard Miz is getting married to Maryse, I just assumed you'd be best man or something along those lines."
"Oh," he nods, his mind racing a mile a minute as he realizes that this is going to be easier than he'd ever considered. "Of course I am. It's a lot more work than a normal wedding since those two planned it to be in the Bahamas..." Alicia's eyes widen slightly as her lips part in surprise, Mike's 'news' going over like they'd expected it to. "Yeah, there's over a hundred people invited to it. It's going to be quite the party. Those two never could do anything halfway."
He only just sees movement out of the corner of his eye and smirks as Alicia asks something... but he doesn't get a chance to answer her to repeat what she'd said when a tech runs up. "Hey, Alex, sorry for wasting your time, there's no need for an interview segment- we had to cut some planned stuff due to overrun. This interview is unneeded." He takes the mic from Alex and quickly bustles back off to the gorilla position with absolutely no warning, leaving the two of them standing awkwardly in the hallway.
Alex chuckles weakly and turns back to Alicia, sheepishly grinning at her as his part in Mike's plan comes to an end with that little bit of "news". "Um, yeah, sorry about that, I guess it's just one of those nights."
She shrugs. "It's ok, I didn't feel like talking anyway." He watches her walk off, taking a deep breath before turning sharply to find Mike.
He doesn't have to look far, his former mentor standing at the end of the hallway, watching something. Alex walks quietly up to him and their eyes meet before Alex peeks around the corner too, finding most of the cast of Total Divas standing around in a tight circle, all eyes on the only diva in the process of speaking. Mike and Alex glance at each other before turning their attention back to the divas, watching closely as the woman finishes talking and the rest digest what she'd said, before exchanging glances and starting to talk loudly about what they'd heard, laughing mockingly and dishing over what Alex had just told Alicia minutes earlier, the words traveling well enough that they can catch the gist of the gossip.
"Got her," Alex whispers.
"Now it's just a matter of time," Mike mutters back before tugging on his sleeve, pulling him back towards the locker room and away from the catty females. He turns to look at Alex and grimaces, unsure if he should even do this. "Hey, man, I'll be back in a little bit. There's something I have to do now."
"Alright, sure," Alex nods, watching him go with a worried frown on his lips before he enters the locker room, hoping that soon everything will be resolved in his former mentor's favor.
Mike's walk is slow, almost hesitant as he goes outside once more and scoops up something from the trunk of the rental car, painstakingly checking the item over before he walks back to the arena. California weather is beautiful right now, especially in comparison to the rest of the country, but he's so glum that he can't properly enjoy it. Not that it matters now, Miz squaring his shoulders as he nabs a pen from a nearby table and scribbles a quick note that he adds to the gift, grimacing as he lightly knocks on the door of AJ's locker room. No answer comes and he breathes a little easier, gingerly turning the doorknob and peeking inside. It's empty and quiet, and he hopes that she'll be back soon.
Either way, it's his only option, really, so he inches inside and lays the bouquet of flowers he'd been possessively clinging to on the couch, staring at the half dozen roses once more before leaving. Each a different color, each with a different meaning- white for reverence, pink for admiration, peach to show his sincerity, lavendar as a call back to the first time two summers ago when their eyes had locked and he had begun to lose himself in her, red of course for the love he's never lost for her, and yellow for what he hopes to be a new beginning- and the note of course, his handwriting scrawled sloppily across the rushed missive. AJ, I'm sorry it seems we won't be spending any part of today together, but I'm pretty sure I know who's behind everything now, and why. I want you to hear it for yourself, so you know that you can trust in it, and know that it's not just me making things up. He stares at the last couple of lines on the note, urging her who to keep an eye on, before he folds it painstakingly and gently rests it between the flowers, taking his leave of her room with some struggle.
As much as he wants to stay and see what happens from here, he can't do it. Being so close to AJ but not being able to actually go to her on Valentine's Day is killing him so, the instant his match against Fandango finishes, Mike successfully winning it- which, yes, fine, Santino had assisted a little with his cobra strike, but Miz has been on such a bad run with everything, he gladly takes the victory without qualms- he gets dressed and spins his keys around on his pointer finger, staring at Alex. "Ready to go?"
Alex nods, lips twisting sadly. "Sure man, let's go." The drive back to Los Angeles seems to take forever, neither of them up to talking through most of the ride. When they finally arrive, Alex lets Mike go inside and shut himself up in his bedroom, understanding all too well that he's not up for conversation or any kind of social activity, even if it's just the two of them and some delivered food in his living room. He sighs and stretches his arms across the back of Mike's couch, tugging his phone out. He's in the process of texting Ricardo to check on things his side of the country when he hears something that sounds like a car door slamming outside. He looks up, frowning, when there's a shuffling sound on Mike's porch and he slowly stands up, an uncomfortable sensation creeping down his spine as his imagination runs wild. He holds his cell phone in one hand and walks to the window, trying to peek out without shifting the drapes... when there's a loud knock on the door right next to him, causing him to leap nearly a foot in the air, just missing slamming his skull into Mike's ceiling.
He holds his breath and stares fixedly at the door, shaking his head slowly as he debates calling the police, feeling, perhaps for the first time in his life, truly freaked out, wishing he was back in Florida helping his roommate with whatever Ricardo might be going through right now with a convalescing Del Rio. His thumb is hovering over his phone pad when another round of knocking sounds, less frantic this time. He tilts his head and frowns at the change, finally stepping closer to the door and peering out of the window. A familiar form is standing under the soft gleam of the moonlight and he gasps, quickly opening the door. He comes face to face with the person and releases a deep breath, his shoulders slumping slightly. "It took you long enough," he blurts without thinking, relieved when no offense is shown. "Come on in. He's waiting for you." He snags the keyring off of the hook and smiles, slipping out of the door. "I'll be back later." He shuts it securely behind him and hums as he begins a long walk around Mike's neighborhood, hoping that this means what he thinks it does.
Mike grimaces against the torrent of water washing down his face, disgusted as it slowly turns cold, sluicing down his face and chest until he can't take it any longer. Turning the knobs roughly to shut the water off, he climbs out of the shower and haphazardly wraps a towel around his body before heading back to the master bedroom, collapsing sideways on his bed, with his legs hanging to the floor. Figuring out the true identity of the rumormonger hadn't gone as quickly or smoothly as he'd hoped, and although he knows now that it's just a matter of time until the truth in his note is confirmed, the waiting still hurts. He breathes shallowly, grimacing as the cool air from the air conditioner makes him shiver anew. He had wanted so badly to go to AJ and tell her himself, but he's not sure that he deserves her to just believe any word out of his mouth as anything resembling the truth, after everything he'd put her through... Yes, Maryse had said she was willing to wait, but he's not sure if she should anymore. He had caused her so much pain with all of this ridiculousness, he starts to wonder if maybe he is no better than the men before him who had hurt the girl so thoroughly. He had promised never to make her feel that way, and yet, here they are.
He's so lost in thought, he doesn't notice as the door to his bedroom inches open, nor the faint footsteps heading his way. He doesn't feel the eyes locked on his troubled face, nor fingers hesitating close to his bare chest. But he does notice when the bed sinks around him, a soft, warm weight resting against his legs, knees squeezing his hips, something feathery light teasing his chilled flesh. He blinks his eyes open and looks down, his breath stuttering in his chest as AJ herself trails a rose- not one he'd given her, as this one is orange- teasingly down his stomach. He blinks repeatedly, thinking he's hallucinating, but she remains, warm and whole, pressing down against his midsection. "AJ," he breathes, disbelieving that she's honestly there and needing her to confirm it for him. "Is this a dream?"
She stares down at him, leaning over until they're nose to nose, lips almost touching but not quite. "No," she breathes. "It's not a dream. I'm really here."
He bites back a groan and gingerly touches her arm, wanting so badly to bridge that gap and kiss her. "You know?"
"Not long after I saw your note, Tamina and I overheard those tramps talking," she tells him. "Cameron seemed pretty annoyed that she had all of this information but no real opportunity to use it... since Naomi's out with that eye injury." She sighs. "I can't believe that I owe Aksana one, but it seems I do... If not, Cameron may have continued spreading rumors to cause me to lose my divas title to Naomi." She stares down at Mike. "Admittedly, Naomi may be the best out of all of those... divas... but she still doesn't deserve my title."
"No, she doesn't," he admits, eyes slipping shut as she shifts against him. "Only you do. And if anything good came out of this mess, it's that you know the truth... you know who to keep an eye out for. I'm so, so sorry for what I did and said, but I can't regret that now... maybe... I helped you."
AJ nods, her hair tickling his skin as she leans over him. "I only have one thing to say to you." He stares up at her with worry in his eyes until she presses her lips soundly to his, swallowing his faint grunt of surprise as she traces his lips with her tongue. Pulling away, she stares deep into his eyes with a soft, sad smile. "I've missed you... and I love you so much."
He gapes up at her, tears filling his eyes as she wipes her fingers down his cheek. "I love you too," he chokes out, making a face when she starts to cry too. "Oh, sweetheart..." He pulls her closer, their tears intermingling as they cry together for the weeks of pain they'd both endured, sharing slow kisses until finally they relax, AJ tracing soft circles in his flesh as he runs his fingers through her hair. It takes awhile for his mind to begin to work again, muddle through the flood of emotions and relief he's feeling at having her back in his arms. "Hey," he whispers to her, smiling softly as she peeks up at him. "There's only one thing missing..."
"What?" she asks, squeaking in surprise as he lifts her up and lays her down on the bed so he can stand, walking over to his abandoned jeans. Her eyes trail up and down his body as he searches the pockets, finally pulling something out and returning to her. "What-?"
"Ricardo was taking care of this for me for the last few weeks..." he tells her quietly. "But he's always looking for the positives in any situation so he returned it to me before he went home after Raw because he thought I'd need it..." He beams, fresh tears filling his eyes. "And he was right, as always." He holds his hand out to her and slowly unclasps his fingers, allowing her to see what's held protectively in his palm. She gasps as soon as she sees it, cupping her face in her hands until he kisses her knuckles and lightly circles her wrist with the charm bracelet that she had felt so naked without the past few weeks, her breath forced from her lungs every time she'd looked down at her bare wrist. "There," he whispers, clicking it back into place where it belongs. "How does that feel?"
She sobs and tentatively looks down at it, nodding through her trembles. "Oh, Mike. I'm so sorry I threw it at you- it's the best gift I've ever been given, and I treated it like- like... trash..." Her words die away as he wraps his arms around her and draws her closer yet again, kissing her so intensely that it takes her breath away as she digs her nails into his shoulders.
"Shh," he lightly whispers. "No more pain, alright? I'm here, you're here, the bracelet's back where it belongs, everything is as it should be... Let's let it go, at least for now... I've missed you so much..." His fingers trail down her arms, across her stomach, and she shivers as he lays her down on the bed and covers her with his body, staring into her eyes. "AJ..."
She breathes heavily, gaze intent through her tears. "Those roses you left me, all of the different colors..." He nods, nuzzling her lightly as she moans faintly into his ear. "You forgot one very special one." She reaches over, collecting the forgotten rose from the wrinkled bedspread and presses it against his nose, watching as he goes crosseyed trying to look at it. "Orange... the rose for desire." She trails it down his neck, watching him closely as he shudders and buries his face in her shoulder, not wanting to move too fast, but yet... "Mike, please..."
That one, soft plead is all the invitation he needs, the pain finally losing its hold on them both as he trails soft kisses against her skin, imparting every moment of this, all of her that he'd missed so ferociously the past month, to his memory so he'd hopefully never, ever forget it, take things like this for granted again.
Waking up, for once, doesn't hurt. He's warm and comfortable, sated and content, warm brown hair tickling down his chest as AJ breathes against him. He finally feels like he's found his way home again. He looks down at her for a long moment, examining her bracelet glinting in the soft light, before his eyes roll towards the clock, its LED numbers reflecting perfectly. He stares at them until they register, smiling slightly as he sits up, cocooning AJ in the pillows before he leans back over her, kissing her awake softly. She moans wearily into his mouth and shakes her head. "No... Mike, go to sleep," she tells him, clearly not wanting to join him in wakefulness.
He grins and nibbles lightly at her lip. "I would but I think you would want to wake up for this too." She peeks up at him and he teases his fingers along her side. "Just a minute, and if you don't like what I want to show you, you can go back to sleep, I won't mind." But the sound of his voice or the look in his eyes must betray what he's saying because she sits up groggily, wiping at her eyes. "I'll be right back."
"Again?" she whines, watching as he gets up, ensuring that the sheets are snug and warm around her as he pads over to the dresser and shifts things around until he finds what he's looking for, palming it and walking back to her. "Is it another charm for my bracelet?" she asks, reaching up for him as he meets her halfway and kisses her softly.
"Close, but no," he whispers to her. She yawns faintly and blinks up at him as he backs away from the bed, a strangely nervous look on his face.
"Mike-" she's just said when her words fail her- he drops to one knee next to where she's sitting on the bed, holding out his hand to reveal a black, velvet box in his palm. She gapes, fresh tears forming in her eyes. "Mike..."
He smiles at her, his voice shaky but resolute as he speaks. "When I was at the jewelry store picking out your bracelet, I got turned around and ended up in the ring section. It wasn't planned, just me being ridiculous as I always am, but I saw this... and the only thing I could think when I saw it was, AJ would love this. And I knew I couldn't leave it there. So I bought it... and I was thinking it would make a great birthday gift, us surrounded by all of our friends as I- as I proposed to you... But here, now, just the two of us, Valentine's Day nearly over with, no more lies between us... I realized I didn't want to wait another day, nor did I want to share this moment with anyone but you..." He reaches out and opens the box, revealing a white gold ring with a delicately cut diamond in the middle, surrounded by a circle of small aquamarine and tourmaline stones, resembling the charm on her bracelet. "Will you marry me?"
She gasps and stares at it, floored. "You- you... You want to marry me?" He nods, waiting for her answer. She stares into his eyes, glancing now and again at the ring. She had vowed, when everything with Daniel fell through, to never even daydream about having another wedding... but he looks so sincere and her heart hurts so much with love for him. He's not Daniel, she tells herself, her conversation with Maryse returning to her. The French model had told her how much Mike had matured since they'd first met, and how happy she was for them. He's not Daniel, he's not...
Her lack of an answer starts to resound with him and he begins to look hurt. "Maybe it's too soon," he whispers, starting to get up. "It's ok, I-" But she moves before he can, grabbing him by the shoulders and kissing him while he's still on the floor. He looks up at her, confused, as she beams down at him, sniffing softly. "AJ?"
"Ask me again. Please."
He swallows and stares up at her, bracing himself. "April Jeanette Lee Mendez, will you marry me? Please?" He feels numb, unsure if the words are forming properly enough to make sense but they must as she looks happier than before. He breathes a little easier as she leans in and kisses him again.
"Yes, yes I will," she breathes into his mouth.
He pulls away slowly and looks up at her, eyes wide with hope and disbelief that it could be that simple, after everything. "Really?" She nods. "Really?" Her giggle tickles down his spine as she cups his face and kisses him again, making it difficult for him to find her finger to slip the ring on, relieved when it actually fits. He had borrowed a ring from her apartment and had it sized for the new ring, but so much had gone wrong, he could just picture this failing too. He decides to take it as a good sign that it doesn't. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," she breathes, leaning against him. "I wasn't sure I'd ever feel this happy again..."
"I'm so sorry," he murmurs into her hair, wishing he could erase the last few weeks- in a perfect world, instead of saying what he'd said on commentary, he would've gone after her and proposed right then and there before his words had brought all of this on.
She shakes her head and kisses him, the cool band of her ring against his neck making him smile. "Everything's going to be ok now."
"Yes, it will," he promises her, promises himself. Promises their upcoming union. She's curled up in his arms, staring lazily at her ring as it glistens in the shadowy light, when he presses a kiss to the side of her head. "Do you mind if I take a picture of the ring and send it around?"
She looks up at him and slowly shakes her head, a proud, overjoyed smile on her face. "No, go ahead. You're going to send it to Tamina too, right?"
"If you want me to," he breathes, kissing her before he collects his phone and snaps a quick picture of her hand, sending it out in a mass text to everyone in their little circle with the words SHE SAID YES! underneath it. He grins happily, tossing the phone aside and shifting slightly to kiss AJ again, his hands trailing against her warm, bare flesh. The responding texts and phone calls go ignored as they continue to make up for so much lost time.
After a weekend spent in California, Mike sighs when he steps off of the airplane with AJ in Detroit and finds himself face to face with chilly temperatures and gusty winds. "Ugh," he groans, pulling his jacket closer around him. "I hate winter." AJ squeezes his hand and he looks down at her, smiling despite his discomfort, none of it feeling so bad with her next to him once more. He leads her to the rental car and, once she's settled in, runs around to the driver's seat, relieved to be inside the vehicle.
When he doesn't drive off immediately, she turns to look at him curiously. "Mike? Are you-"
He chuckles and squeezes the steering wheel anxiously before turning to face her. "It's Ricardo's birthday today." Her lips part in some surprise and he smiles at her. "I know this might be a lot to ask, considering everything that's been going on, but... do you mind if we use your locker room for a little... party for him?" Her eyes dim slightly and he reaches out for her hand, guilt eating at him all over again. "I know it's terrible, my asking this now..." He sighs. "I wish I could've done something more when your party was..."
"Such a disaster?" she asks, laughing weakly. "Yeah, well. I didn't really expect anything different. I don't have many friends, and Kaitlyn's gone, and you..." She coughs and looks away. "Anyway, um. I mean, you- you brought me that cake, that, that was nice..."
He squeezes her hand. "I wish I could've been there, sharing it with you, but I didn't want to make your night worse than it already had been. The best I could do was hope that that cake would help, if only a little."
She smiles and nods. "It did. It was... the first sign that you were still thinking of me, even if I didn't know the full story of what was going on." Turning to look at him, her smile grows a little when she sees just how hopeful he looks, his finger tracing over the stones in her ring. "Of course we can have a party for Ricardo in my locker room."
"Thank you," he murmurs, pulling her in for a kiss. "I'll set it all up, you don't have to do a thing."
"Good," she laughs, watching him fondly as he pulls away and begins to drive them to the arena. Her eyes trail over to her hand as she examines the ring and how the pale winter sun glistens against the stones, reflecting against the roof of the car tantalizingly. "I love you so much."
He glances over to her and grins. "I love you too, sweetheart."
They've barely walked into the arena five minutes later when they look up to find their friends waiting for them by the doors, Tamina immediately walking up to them. Mike swallows harshly but she pays him absolutely no mind, staring at AJ intently. "Let me see it," she says, immediately focusing on the ring as AJ holds her hand up, examining it closely. "Hm," she mutters, glancing over at Mike. "I guess it'll do." Leaning forward, she wraps her arms around the diva's champion in a very rare hug. "Congratulations, AJ."
"Thanks, Tamina," she breathes into her hair, hugging her back.
Her acceptance of the ring breaks the ice for the others, Alex hugging Mike tightly as Ricardo grins over at him. "I'm so happy for you, man. Sorry John couldn't be here for all of this, but I'll try to pick up the slack until he's finished filming that movie."
Mike grins and shakes his head. "If anyone's going to understand being busy with side projects, trust me, it's this guy. But I'm glad you're here. Both of you," he adds, snagging Ricardo and dragging him closer. "Get in here, birthday boy." The group of them continue discussing everything going on until they realize just how completely they're blocking the doorway for everyone else bustling around so, with sheepish laughter, they shift their conversations over to AJ's locker room, Mike glancing around as discreetly as possible to figure out how he wants to decorate for Ricardo's birthday once they get him out of the room for a little bit.
Once they've finished talking about the high points of the proposal, Mike tugs his phone out and, making sure that Ricardo's not watching, quickly texts Del Rio. Hey, need a diversion. Come take Ricardo to catering or something for a little bit? Then bring him back to AJ's locker room. Want to set up something for his bday, but can't with him right here.
When Alberto, wearing a neck brace due in part to being thrown through a table by Batista last week, comes through and entices his friend out of the locker room to go see if catering had made a cake for him, Mike looks around at Alex. "Well, let's get to work then."
After the pre-event party, during which Alberto and Ricardo take the expected cake from catering and sneaks it into AJ's locker room, neither seeming to mind that this means none of the other superstars- most of whom have been content to attack Ricardo in the past- will get a slice of the dessert, breaks up, everyone going to find their own things to do during Raw, Mike squeezes AJ's hand and kisses her. "Thank you for letting us do that," he tells her softly. "Did you see Ricardo's face?"
"Yeah," she chuckles, trailing her hands up and down his face. "I'm going to guess he hasn't had many good parties over the years either." He shakes his head slowly and she leans up to kiss him. "Well, lucky both of us for having you around to try to make up for all bad past experiences."
He nods, humming against her lips. "I do try," he murmurs. "Now come on, let's see what's going on with Raw tonight." Which ends up being... nothing. None of them have matches, so AJ and Mike exchange glances before returning to her locker room, unable to complain too much about the extra time to themselves. This even keeps Miz from going out during a random match and take over commentary to let his displeasure be known about the whole situation, sitting next to AJ on the couch as they watch the show, her head resting against his shoulder. She only moves slightly when commentary mentions Marine 4, how Summer Rae is cast in the movie alongside him.
She looks up at him and frowns as he closes his eyes and sighs, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "What was that?"
"So much has been happening, I forgot to tell you... I was cast in a sequel to Marine: Homefront. And, uh, Summer Rae is going to be in it too."
"In what capacity?" she murmurs, a dangerous look in her dark eyes as she hovers over his lips warningly.
"I'm not sure," he responds, honestly. "I haven't read the script yet... but we hate each other, so you have nothing to worry about. I promise. There's only one woman I ever want to dance with, remember...?" She still looks far from thrilled but he waits as she mulls it over, finally crinkling her nose cutely and leaning in, kissing him. "Alright?"
"I guess," she sighs. "Pretty soon my shelf is going to be full of just your movies, isn't it?"
"Is that a bad thing?" he asks, trailing his hands up her back to pull her close.
"Well, I guess it's one way to not miss you so much when you're traveling all over the place for media, having marathons of your movies..." She smiles up at him, softly kissing his nose, before trailing back to his lips, the two of them sighing softly as they settle against each other, forgetting all about Raw as it drones on from the monitor across the room.