A/N: Sorry for the delay. Been one of those weeks.
"I'm doing commentary tonight," Mike says sleepily, pressing a kiss to AJ's shoulder.
"Fascinating," she says, smirking into MIke's neck. "For anything interesting?"
Mike shrugs. "Ciampa vs Riddle."
AJ hums, sitting up. "You know, some people online think Ciampa has a crush on you."
Mike blinks, hard. "Excuse me?" He laughs. "Please. Who said that?"
"Someone I saw on social media."
"I thought I told you not to read that stuff," Mike huffs with a laugh, tickling her around the ribs until she squeals and rolls away from him, kicking helplessly.
"Dammit, Mike," she cries out. "I hate when you do that."
"But you love when I do this," he says, wrapping his arms around her once more and drawing her in to kiss her sternum. She groans and cards her fingers into his hair, tugging slightly.
"Yeah, I guess," she says, voice a little strained as she struggles to breathe. "Mike..."
"I have a little bit of time, and the kids won't be awake for another hour or two," he says with a smug little grin. "What do you say..." He guides her closer and she hisses, wrapping her arm around his shoulders.
"I say yeah," she breathes out.
He grins before kissing her, sprawling his fingers out over her lower back and holding her close.
-x
There's something in the air that night at Raw, Mike isn't sure what exactly, but he chooses to ignore it, carry on with his business. Miz and Mrs promotion, preparing for commentary later. It's annoying to watch Riddle defeat Ciampa, and as he stands and oversees the aftermath, he can't help but think about what AJ said. Shaking his head, he takes his leave, mumbling to himself.
AJ calls once the show's over and he's been back at the hotel for about a half hour. "Were you really sad to see loverboy lose tonight?"
He scoffs, then laughs at her. "Well, it doesn't really accomplish what I'd been hoping, but no, it doesn't exactly break my heart, no."
She chuckles. "So now what? Going to turn your attention to Money in the Bank? Maybe try to be world champion again?"
"That's always the goal," he shrugs, kicking his shoes off and laying down on his bed. "I mean, I should, right? I've been promoting this damn thing enough." He chuckles. "We'll see how it goes. It's definitely something to work towards, at least. I feel like I... kind of have been floundering since Wrestlemania."
AJ hums. "Yeah, I didn't want to say anything and make it worse, but it did feel like you were kind of spinning your wheels lately. It'd be good to see that old fire in your eyes again."
"For us both," he sighs. He stretches his free hand out over his head and yawns. "Well, I have an early flight, sweetheart, so I'll call you in the morning, alright?"
"Alright," she says. "Sleep well, Mike. I'll see you soon."
"See you," she says softly.
He hangs up and drifts off, still mostly dressed, on top of the sheets, and has wild dreams of wining Money in the Bank and ultimately winning every available title in the WWE... and claiming the movie roll of Luke Cage... getting re-invited and and winning Dancing with the Stars...
Sleeping hard, the vision of every success he could've ever imagined dances through his mind.