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Mike grimaces as he nods at a few of the Marine 4 crew, walking past them to the parking lot. They had been in the middle of a scene when Summer Rae had seen a tweet from Fandango to Layla and completely melted down, screaming and crying, overwhelming what the mic was picking up. The director had been irritated but given them all a couple hours downtime so they could reset the scene, a few of the makeup ladies and writers trying to calm Summer down so they could continue in peace. She had been an absolute nightmare, spending most of her time moping in her trailer or tormenting those around her the times she did show her face. He sighs and shrugs, driving off in the car provided to him by WWE Studios to look for his wife. She'd mentioned something about tanning in the park where they'd spent Easter so he heads in that direction, happy that the weather at least is beautiful right now. Though last time had had its advantages too, he thinks with a smirk as he parks the car and gets out, gazing around.
Wandering down one path and the next, he hums to himself before he spots her, laying on her stomach in the grass, her eyes closed as she rests near the lake they had had their picnic by. He smiles and walks quietly up to her, careful not to let his shadow give him away as he kneels down by her, enjoying seeing her so at ease. Leaning closer, he presses soft kisses to her bare shoulder, watching as she stirs and sighs, his mouth trailing down her sun-heated skin until she tilts her head and he finds her lips, kissing and nibbling until she rolls towards him and cups his face, molding herself against him as he digs his fingers into the dirt, swallowing each breathy little sound she makes. "What are you doing here?" she whispers when he finally pulls away, returning to kissing her throat and neck, shifting the straps of her tank top around as needed to pay attention to every inch of flesh, causing her to giggle.
He sighs and sits up too, his hands lingering on her sides. "Summer Rae had another melt down and ruined a scene so we were given a few hours off. I remembered you said something about coming back here, so I decided to come spend time with you until I'm called back."
She grins and pulls him closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "Great, but you're dressed a little warm for tanning," she shrugs, tugging slightly at his shirt.
"Oh no I'm not," he smirks, pulling his jacket off and the shirt over his head, leaving himself in an undershirt and his jeans. Her hands press against his abs as she leans up to kiss him, distracting him from getting the stifling pants off too, fumbling with the buttons until finally he succeeds, kicking them away. Now that both of them are in tank tops and shorts, she seems pleased, leaning against him as he wraps an arm around her midsection so they can watch the ducks lazily float across the water. "I really like it here," he mutters into her hair as she nods, rubbing circles in his forearm.
"It's better now that you're here." He smiles against her cheek, nuzzling closer to her. "I might even need to thank Summer Rae..." Her fingers slow to a stop against him. "Though on second thought, I probably won't either way." She smirks as he chuckles against her, suddenly scooping her up and standing. She squeals and hooks her arms around his neck, gasping as he leads her towards the water. "Mike!"
"Relax," he mutters to her, sitting down at the edge of the grass and resting her between his legs before dipping his bare feet into the crystal blue lake. She huffs at him but mimicks his action, sighing as the cool water soothes her toes. "Nice, huh?"
"Yeah," she breathes, closing her eyes and leaning into him. She's close to dozing, lulled by the soft sound of the water and the warm sun against her skin, when his fingers tease against her skin, dripping water down her legs. Gasping slightly, she stares up at him, pouting. "Hey."
"Hey, what?" he whispers, pouring more of the lake water across her stomach and arms, grinning as she squirms against the cool liquid tickling down her flesh. "Something wrong, sweetheart?"
She groans and pushes at him, sending him back against the grass before shifting onto her stomach and straddling him, their feet still in the water as she kisses him, pinning his hands at his side. "Not right now," she shrugs innocently, digging her knees into his hips as he tries to shift up to deepen the kiss. Swallowing his responding huff, she sits up and brushes her hair out of her eyes, grinning down at him as he watches her. "You know, as nice as this lake is, there's one thing I haven't done yet that's not even on my list..."
He narrows his eyes at her. "Such as?"
She rolls off of him and collects their clothes and the other things she'd had scattered around before leaning over him, pressing a heated kiss to his mouth. "Among all of its many amenities, the hotel has a pool... and I was hoping a good time to explore it together would come up. I'd say this'll suffice..." He stares up at her, nodding slowly. "Well, let's go then," she beams, gripping his hand and pulling him up from the grass. Together, they run to the car, eager to enjoy every minute they have together, as fleeting as it is.
The hotel pool is as nice as she'd assumed, Mike ensuring that his ring tone is up loud enough that he can hear when the studio is ready to resume filming before he dives into the water, breaching the surface as she follows him in. He dives back underwater and grabs her around the middle, laughing as she squeeches and slaps at him, sucking in a deep breath just before he pulls her under and kisses her, smirking as her slaps weaken then fade away entirely, her fingers digging into his shoulders to keep him close until he swims back up, the both of them catching their breath as she swats halfheartedly at the soaked hair covering her face.
"Y'know, we could try the sauna," he suggests after awhile, the two of them swimming lazily in circles around each other to cool down after a few half-hearted attempts at racing where they just end up laughing, never entirely certain who'd won which. However, before she can respond, a familiar beeping sound echoes through the room and she whines, knowing immediately what it means. "Dammit," he mutters, reaching the edge and climbing out to check his phone. "Sorry, sweetheart, it's time for me to go."
She pouts and swims over to him, standing up so he can lean in and kiss her, tangling his fingers in her wet hair. "I love you."
"I love you too. Raincheck on the sauna, yeah?" He smiles down at her as she sighs, it taking everything in him to get dressed to leave her and return to Summer Rae's ridiculous drama, but alas, if the movie is going to wrap on time, it has to be done. So he does.
AJ watches him go before sinking back into the water, floating there lonely and miserable for a few minutes before she clutches the cool steel handles on the side of the pool and pulls herself out, collecting her things yet again and wrapping a towel around herself before she walks to the elevator to return to their room to order room service, watch crappy TV and sleep until Mike returns, where he'll eat reheated leftovers and crawl into bed with her to sleep until the morning, where they'll wake up and the cycle will start all over again. The allure of Vancouver had long since faded for her, the filming schedule much more intensive than she'd expected, but the thoughts of returning to California- or, even worse, WWE- without Mike leaves her feeling even worse, so she sucks it up and stays, eager for any bit of time she gets with her husband.
Such thoughts leave her guilty, especially when he returns every night, worn down and covered in dirt and grime from filming the action scenes that he'd missed cleaning off back at the studio, so she gets into the habit of drawing a warm bath for him, leaving behind the french vanilla bubble bath of hers that he secretly loves but would never admit to anyone, and fixing up a plate in the microwave before pulling out fresh clothes for him to sleep in. Once he's out and dressed, they then settle into bed and she strokes his hair as he tries to eat and sometimes, when he's just too tired to find his mouth with his silverware, the repetitive stunts he has to do until each take is to the director's liking exhausting him more and more with each attempt, she takes over, talking quietly as she feeds him, his glassy eyes locked on the TV over her shoulder. But she doesn't mind, happy to help him, and once he's done and wrapped up in the sheets, dozing off in her arms, she stares down at him affectionately and strokes his neck and back, humming faintly until his breathing evens out completely and he's asleep.
I guess this is what being a wife feels like, she thinks with a soft smile, leaning in to kiss the top of Mike's head. "Ten more days," she murmurs into his hair, closing her eyes with a sigh.