Mike sighs, kissing AJ lazily in bed. He has to leave soon, get to the airport for another round of WWE events. He hates it, truly he does. He'd much rather stay right here, nice and warm and continue to spend the day with his wife, but alas it's not to be. Even so, his touch lingers against her soft skin and he absorbs as much of this time as he can, nuzzling into her. "I really need a vacation," he tells her and she nods absently, shaking her hair back as he kisses and sucks lightly at her neck. "Maybe soon, if there's a break in the touring schedule, we can go somewhere... do something..."
She chuckles, looking truly ethereal in the soft light streaming through the windows overhead. "Yes, you do," she tells him, scraping her fingers down his cheek. "If you ever find the time, let me know, I'll be delighted to go with you."
He hums, leaning in and kissing her. "Trust me, you will be the first to know."
She chuckles, cradling his face in her hands and kissing him. "You'd better," she tells him with a smirk.
"No worries, I'm not going to anywhere without my favorite person."
She rolls her eyes. "Could you please leave John Morrison out of this for once?"
He laughs, a little startled, before pulling her closer and tangling her fingers in her hair, drawing her in for a slow, deep kiss. "Come on, he's my best friend. You're my everything."
She softens at this, rolling her eyes, smirking up at him. "Sure, whatever you say, husband."
"If I find a cool holiday spot," he says, lost in thought as she rests her head on his chest, "I'll email you a dossier. How's that sound? We'll find somewhere we'd both like to go to."
She giggles. "A dossier, huh? Yeah, I like the sounds of that." She sits back up and smiles at him. "We don't get to go places for fun often. I'd like to have you all to myself for a little bit." She lightly scrapes her nails down his sides and he huffs out a soft noise in response.
"I feel the same," he tells her. "We'll definitely work on it soon, yeah?"
She nods and melts into him as he kisses her, settles warmly against her side and explores with his fingers, enjoying the soft noises she makes as he goes.
-x
Travel brochures are all over his locker room when Mike arrives at the arena that week and he frowns, picking them up one by one. "What the hell is this?" he demands, shaking his head at the general mess of his locker room.
For the first time in years, his rider has been ignored. He grits his teeth and shakes his head. "Who did it?!" he demands, poking his head out the hallway and looking around for some sign, some hint. "Hey, you! Where are my M&Ms? And the coconut water?" Something he'd never confess to Morrison that he'd asked for ages ago.
"Sir?" one of the interns ask, gaping at him in confusion.
"Do you know who I am?" Mike snaps. "I'm the Miz! I'm supposed to have a last of requests provided to me!"
"What's going on over here?" a voice asks, interrupting Mike's rant.
Mike is moving to explain to whoever it is about this injustice when he stops short and blinks. "Oh. Hey."
Epico stares suspiciously at him, quirking an eyebrow. "Hello?"
Mike isn't sure what comes over him, or why, but remembering his conversation with AJ earlier, he clears his throat, runs his hands through his hair. "You, uh. You have all of those travel pamphlets, right? My wife and I want to go somewhere, so what do you recommend?"
Epico frowns and pulls out a pile of pamphlets, analyzing each one. "There are a number of beach vacations, some cabins for camping... what are you two thinking?" he wonders, fanning out of the options as best as he can for Mike to peruse.
"Warm works," Mike says. "Somewhere calm and peaceful, where we can enjoy the water, and just be by ourselves for awhile."
"That's probably the easiest request I've gotten in awhile," Epico huffs out a laugh and pulls out some more pamphlets. "I can leave these with you, you can make a decision and let me know, and we'll take things from there. Maybe run i by the wife."
"Yeah," Mike says, nodding. He takes the pamphlets and thumbs through them. "Sounds great, thanks. I'll let you know."
"Great. Here's my number," Epico says, handing him a business card. "Call any time with a decision or if you have questions."
Mike nods, pocketing that as well. "Great. I will do that." He turns and watches as Epico walks off, whistling as he goes, clearly pleased at a potential commission.
Later, after Mike finishes filming a few things for new commercials WWE wants to air during the next PPV, he finds a quiet corner of the parking area and dials AJ, flipping through some of the more promising vacation pamphlets. "Hey, sweetheart," he greets her.
"Hello, husband." She pauses. "Not like you to call during a show, everything alright?"
"Everything's great," he tells her with a smile. "In fact, guess who I actually ran into and had a potentially useful conversation with?"
He can almost hear her shrug over the phone. "Who?"
"Epico," he tells her. "The guy was clearly up-selling to get a commission, but he gave me these pamphlets for vacation spots and I thought maybe you'd like to look through them with me when I get home."
"Hmm, we might actually make this vacation thing work, huh?" AJ asks, an underlying excitement in her voice making Mike smile. Neither of them have had a legitimate vacation in years.
"Yeah, I think we really can," he says. "John could probably take Sara for a few days, or my parents if we really get desperate. I think it'll be a good time. Just what the doctor ordered."
"Yeah, we can figure all of that out later, we don't even have a time or place yet," she points out. "But I'm glad you're excited about it, Mike. I didn't think you'd go for it, we're both always so work oriented. Outside of Vancouver itself, we've never really gone anywhere just to be."
"I know," he says softly. "I feel kind of bad about it, to be honest. You deserve better, sweetheart."
AJ makes a faint noise. "Oh, Mike. I already have the best. I have you, and I have a sweet little girl, and the ability to go wherever I want and help people with mental health. It's more than I really could've ever asked for. I hope you don't doubt it when I say I'm truly happy."
"No," he says slowly. "I don't doubt it, I just wish I could give you more."
She smile sadly. "You already give me so much, Mike. I never doubt that you wish you could do more, but I'm truly perfectly happy with the life we've built."
"Well, still," he says, feeling a little embarrassed by the bold sincerity in her voice. "I feel like this vacation will be good for both of us."
"I agree," AJ responds. "Especially you, Mr. Overworker. Do you think I can get you to suntan on a beach for awhile? Resist the fake tan for a few days?
He laughs. "Anything's possible, I guess."
She smirks. "I look forward to it. When will you be home so we can discuss this properly?"
"Hm, early afternoon," Mike says, thumbing through his flight information. "Around 1PM. Sound good?"
"Perfect," she says. "I'll see you then, husband."
"Looking forward to it," he says softly before hanging up. It's always lonesome without her, when he's on the road, hanging out at a hotel, or at the airport, waiting for his flight to take him home. But now, they have a vacation to plan, and schedules to sort out, and...
He gets back to his hotel and falls asleep with a smile on his face, eager to see where they'll end up, what they'll do. Maybe, he thinks. Maybe it can be like a second honeymoon.
-x
AJ is waiting in the parking lot when he arrives, a small grin on her face as he rushes over to her, lifts her up and spins her around before bringing her back in for a kiss. "I've missed you," she tells him, carding her fingers through his hair once he has her back safely on the ground.
"Not as much as I've missed you," he laughs. "How's our little girl doing?"
"She's perfect," AJ says. "Come on, let's get you home and you can see for yourself."
"And we can talk about our vacation on our way home," Mike says, lifting her hand ad peppering kisses along her knuckles.
"You haven't changed your mind about that, huh?" she giggles, the two of them swinging their hands between themselves cheerfully as they make their way out of the airport, heading for the car.
"Absolutely not," Mike says with a smirk. "Maybe we should go back to Vancouver, actually. See it when we're not rushed around a filming schedule."
"Oh, are we going for bathetic with this vacation?" AJ muses.
Mike blinks. "Did you just call my idea pathetic?"
She snorts, tugging on his hand as she fights the maddened laugh that tries to escape her in such a public place. "No!" she gasps. "It... it means, like, sentimentalism. God, Mike." She huffs and wipes at her face with her free hand.
"Oh," he grumbles. "Then yes. I want to be bathetic with you. And I will be looking that word up as soon as I have wifi again to make sure you're not lying to me?"
She smirks and leans up to kiss him. "Would I ever do that to you?"
He pretends to consider this, eventually kissing her back. "Hmm, probably not," he smirks, taking her hand as they settle in the car and prepare to go home to plan out their vacation.
-x
Mike's not much for taking time off, he hasn't for injuries or most family things, always determined to be what WWE needed when WWE needed it, but this he makes a concession for. He'd only ever taken off for movies or other responsibilities that only furthered his brand, so this is new. To actually go to Vince and request a week off so he and AJ can go somewhere.
Vince considers it for a brief time, then agrees. Easy as that. Mike is both surprised and concerned- what if WWE doesn't need me as much as I thought after all- but Vince ensures that it's only a week before sending him on his way so he can continue to focus on the evening's show.
"Hey, sweetheart," Mike says into his phone once AJ answers. "Vince approved the vacation. There wasn't a problem. So I guess you should start packing. As soon as I get home, we can get our flight plans squared away and go."
"Great," she tells him, smile audible in her voice. "I'm looking so forward to this. It feels like we haven't gone somewhere just to relax in... well, ever."
"I know," He laughs. "we may not know what to do with ourselves once we get there. Well, I'll be home soon, sweetheart, and we'll take it from there."
"You'd better," she jokes. "I'd hate to have to send a chauffeur to come collect you, if you make me wait much longer."
"Well, someone's impatient to get this party started," Mike responds, grinning.
"With you?" AJ asks. "Always."
He grins. "Perfect answer. Well, I have a couple of quick things to do before my segment on Raw. I'll call you later before I go to bed."
"Alright," she says softly. "Put on a good show. See you soon."
"Always do," he smirks. "See you."
After a Raw show that takes forever to finish up, and a sleepless night where he thinks way too much about the plans he hopes to see through with AJ, and everything in between, Mike finally finds himself on his flight back home.
There are the usual annoyances on the flight- loud talkers, even louder snorers, babies crying louder than all of them, but very little could truly ruin his mood right now.
When he finally de-boards a few hours later, AJ is waiting for him in the airport with a grin, hugging him tightly. "So tell me more about this vacation," she says as they head hand in hand to the car.
"Hmm," he says, pausing to think about it. "You, me, and a private beach outside of our villa, warm weather and peace and quiet."
She hums, holding his hand to her lips. "That sounds like heaven," she sighs. "I can't wait. Though," she teases him. "Something tells me by the time we get done with all of this, the Boniface will absolutely hate us."
Mike gasps, pretending to be absolutely insulted. "Hate? Us? How could anyone possibly hate the hottest couple in the wrestling world? Maybe I'll bring out pictures of Sara Louisa, no one could possibly see that cute face and feel an inch of hate in their hearts."
AJ laughs, squeezing his fingers. "Yeah, let's not do that," she chuckles, tilting her head against the rest and examining him. "Aw man, I"m gonna miss our little girl." She chuckles. "But this is good, right? She'll be well-taken care of, and ... everything will be good when we get back. She won't... she won't hate us, or something."
"Nah, she won't hate us," Mike says softly. "She's young enough, she probably won't remember this. We deserve this, AJ. Even you say I've worked too much lately. It'll be ok."
"Yeah, it's all true," she sighs. "I'll be ok, once we're off. Just... uh. Be patient with me in the meanwhile, ok?"
"If you'll be patient with me," he says with a small smile, leaning in to kiss her. "I haven't been on a proper vacation since... well, probably since before I signed with WWE."
"The Real World doesn't count?" she jokes and he rolls his eyes playfully at her.
"No, I would say not." He chuckles and squeezes her hand. "C'mon, let's go home and we'll get everything settled, spend a little time with Sara, and then we'll go begin this adventure. Alright?"
"Sounds good to me," AJ agrees, the two of them sharing a quick, soft smile before turning back to the road.
Once they get home, it only takes a short amount of time to finish packing, to play with Sara and get her ready for bed. "In the morning, the nanny will be here," she informs the baby, hand warm on her stomach. "But don't worry about it, she'll take good care of you, and we'll only be gone a few days. I promise."
"Momma knows best," Mike says, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Sara's forehead. "No nanny would ever dare to cross her."
"Damn straight," AJ whispers, grinning over at him. "Now we should go get some sleep ourselves. That flight is eaaaarly tomorrow."
"Yeah," he sighs. "Maybe should have a conversation with Epico and Primo about better accommodations for their little vacation package shill."
AJ laughs slightly as they walk hand in hand down the hall to their bedroom. "We'll make sure to mention it when we leave a review," she says, squeezing his hand.
He chuckles. "Yeah, that's my brilliant wife. C'mon." They brush their teeth side by side, Mike making faces at AJ in the mirror and trying to get her to spit out her toothpaste. She eventually gives up, nudging him and going into the bedroom to change into sleepwear. He hurries up and joins her, getting his arms around her and kissing her throat. "Should we have a little pre-vacation fun, or just wait... let the anticipation build a little?"
She makes a face at him, then laughs. "Anticipate all you want, who knows what the flights are going to be like in the morning." She leans over and kisses him. "I'll see you in the morning, husband." Winks and then rolls over, content to bury her face in her pillow and fall right to sleep.
Mike huffs out a laugh, then shrugs, seeing her point. He too rolls over and drifts, still lost in thought about the full week they get to explore islands and make new memories, away from the rapid schedule of filming movies and dealing with WWE and everything else. His lips quirk up into a grin as he breathes out and gives in completely to the pull of sleep.
All in all, their flight goes without issue and they arrive on the island after a short drive, holding hands as the car slowly peters to a stop in front of the villa they've rented through the Colons for the duration of their trip. "Wow," Mike mumbles. "This looks ... incredible."
"Yeah," AJ breathes out next to him. "I'm so glad we did this." They get out of the car, waiting for the driver to open the trunk so they can get their luggage. She rests her head on his shoulder and giggles. "It kind of makes everything back at home look almost painfully homogeneous, huh?"
"Have you been hanging out with Morrison too much?" he wonders, teasing her with soft touches against her jaw, smirking down at her.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she teases back, leaning into him with a huffy little laugh.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he laughs as she turns and examines the line of buildings that comprises the resort. "It's beautiful, huh?"
"Amazing," she agrees, linking her fingers with his. "I'm glad we did this."
"So am I," he sighs, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck. "God, I'm so glad."
"We're going to have the best time," she says, resting her face on Mike's shoulder.
"Yes, we are," he agrees, walking her around the side of the building. There are bird baths scattered around, and other little feeders for birds and animals. "What is this?" he asks, pausing by a box.
"It looks like a dovecote," AJ offers after a moment of examining it with her head tilted thoughtfully. "A little raised area for pigeons. You know?"
Mike laughs, shaking his head. "I have no idea. I've never even heard of such a thing before."
She smiles. "Hang out with me, kid, I'll teach you all sorts of things."
"you do ever day," he laughs, gripping her around the hips and leading her to their door. Unlocking it quickly, he guides her inside and leads her to the bed, easing her down into the sheets. "Lets get you out of these grimy airport clothes and get you into something more comfortable."
"Oh yeah?" she asks with a chuckle, lifting her hips up to ease his path as he guides her shorts down her legs. "What did you have in mind?"
"Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something," he says teasingly, eyes trailing hungrily down the path his hands are taking as she breathes in deeply.
-x
"This looks so delicious," AJ murmurs, watching the waitress rest their plates down before them. "Thank you so much."
"Yeah," Mike echoes, already reaching for his fork. "Thank you." The two of them begin eating, Mike letting out a soft moan as he tastes the different cheeses from his lasagna bursting along his tongue. "Wow, this is so good."
"It is," AJ sighs, closing her eyes as she tastes the garlic mashed potatoes that came with her chicken. "Man. I know I'm usually a simple, mom'n'pop type restaurant kind of person, but sometimes I do really enjoy more extravagance every now and again."
Mike laughs and takes her hand in his, kissing her knuckles. "I know you do," he says softly, staring at her adoringly. "So what are we thinking for dessert?"
"Mmm," she sighs, licking lazily at her fork and watching his eyes trace the movement hungrily. "What if I said I would be happy with a bottle of chocolate syrup..." She gazes her bare toes up his ankle towards his knee and Mike swallow hard, peering under the table to find her shoe sitting innocently on the floor, her bare toes tickling up his pant leg.
"Oh," he says, voice going a little high pitched. "Yeah," he says, clearing his throat and steadying his tone. "I- that sounds perfect to me too, actually. Sweet and a little salty..." He trails his fingers up her wrist, watching as her gaze darkens, and smirks. "Addictive..."
"You have no room to talk," she sighs, resting her chin n her free hand, gaze pointed and intense.
"You think I'm addictive, sweetheart?" he asks, grinning at her.
She winks at him. "Always have, Mike. Why do you think I gave you MizTV? I liked the way you talked."
"Wow," he says, leaning back and examining her over their glasses. "I don't think anyone has ever said they want to hear me talk more. You really do love me, huh?"
She grins. "Was it ever really in question?" She rests her hand, palm up, on the table, and smiles when he laces their fingers together, gently squeezing. "I have loved you for the better part of the last decade. I plan on loving you for at least another century."
He breathes in deeply and stares at her, hungry and needy, until the waitress comes back around. "Can we have the check, please?"
AJ giggles as the waitress nods, collecting their plates before taking her leave.
The morning dawns slowly, Mike waking up with a yawn. AJ is curled up close to him, breathing easily, and he smiles over at her, brushing fingers along her arm, down her jaw as he watches her rest peacefully. Deciding not to disturb her with his hungry gaze, he slips out of bed and heads into the kitchen, leaning against the counter and observing the bright glint of the sun off of the ocean visible from their window. If not for their whole lives being back in the States, he thinks maybe they could live here permanently.
He's chuckling at the thought, shaking his head at himself, when there's a knock at the door. He frowns and looks up, wondering who would bother coming around at this hour, before glancing at the clock. "Well," he mumbles, realizing anew it is almost 11 AM. He ventures to the door and peeks out of the window, wary in case it's some fan or something somehow figuring out they're there and trying to get an autograph or something.
He blinks, even more confused, when he realizes it's Epico and Primo standing on the other side of the door, matching smirks on their faces. Hesitantly, he pulls the door open and slips outside, not wanting to disturb AJ. "Epico? Primo?" he asks. "What's going on? Is something wrong?"
"Not at all!" Primo says, teeth flashing in the sun. "We were just here to look into some of our other investments and we wanted to check in and make sure you're enjoying the place so far."
"Oh," Mike says, his confusion and suspicion still not quite soothed. "Yeah, it's- it's a really great vacation spot. Thanks for helping us book it, it's been perfect so far."
Epico and Primo exchange glances before turning back to Mike. "So when it comes time to rate this, you'll give us five stars?"
Mike blinks, hten shrugs. "I'll give it as many stars as I can," he chuckles. "AJ and I haven't had a chance for a vacation in so long, and this place has been amazing."
The cousins exchange high fives before turning back to him, the intensity of their grins suddenly seeming creepy to him. "Perfect, well, if you need anything else, we're staying just off the coast a couple blocks over. Call any time."
"Sure," Mike says, having exactly no inclination to follow through. "We'll be sure to. Thanks again." It's with no little relief that he makes his escape, closing the door solidly behind him and breathing in deeply. "What a weird couple of guys," he mumbles.
"Mike?" AJ calls out sleepily, slowly padding out to him in one of his shirts and the shorts she'd fallen asleep in. He hums, appreciating how the sun glows against her skin as she approaches him. "What's going on? Why did you get out of bed?" She buries her pout in his neck and he clucks, hugging her close.
"Sorry, sweetheart, it wasn't my plan to leave you alone for so long." He kisses her on top of her head, smiling as she sleepily leans into him, making a discontent noise. "But the Colon cousins came to the door and, well, I guess I got stuck talking with them longer than I realized."
She pulls back, her frown looking a lot less sleepy and more aware all a sudden. "You mean Primo and Epico? They're here?"
"Yeah," he says, rubbing her arms slowly. "They say they're on the island to check in with the people they sold vacation packages to. I told them everything's great and sent them on their way, so hopefully that'll be the last of it."
She smiles up at him. "Well, I guess if you want to avoid them for awhile longer, we should just stay inside for awhile longer yet." She slides her hand down his arm, ease her hand into his and tugs him back, towards the bedroom.
He huffs out a little laugh as she pushes him on the bed, then stills, falling silent as she straddles him. "Sweetheart," he sighs, ghosting his hands up her thighs, watching as she bites her lip, trailing her hands down his pecs to rest along his ribs. He explores, enjoying the way her breath hitches, her eyes flutter, how her lips tremble. "You're so gorgeous," he breathes out, in awe as she arches up at his ministrations.
"Mike," she sighs, hair raining down her back as he runs a hand up to her neck, guiding her back down for a heated, hungry kiss. "Ah, Mike," she moans into his mouth, squeezing his hips with her knees. "Please..."
He hums, his other hand trailing lazily up her thigh to tease her, only relenting when she whines into their ceaseless kiss. "April Jean," he breathes, stroking and tracing her skin until she trembles and quivers. Shifting again, he groans. "You're so hot," he murmurs. "So..." She ignores him, kissing the words out of his mouth, and he gives up on talking, crooking his fingers in her shorts and sliding them down her legs.
She giggles and squirms, breathing heavily, tangling her fingers into the pillow as Mike rests his face on her thigh and peers up at her. She gazes down at him and he smirks, nuzzling into her and enjoying the subtle changes in her breathing as she keens and rolls her hips up, trying to get him to move. "Mike, please," she breathes out lowly.
He hums, licks his lips, and watches her eyes darken as she watches him. "Your wish is my command," he agrees calmly, tracing her skin with his tongue, chasing the warmth of her until her thighs begin quivering, her panting growing louder and more desperate as he eases her legs apart, tasting her with an eagerness that she's never seen from anyone before. He hums, easing his fingers in on either side of his tongue and she cries out, arching up, digging her heels into his back, pulling him even closer.
"Mike," she cries. "Mike, Mike, Mike- Oh- oh my god-" He holds her carefully, watches as she falls apart under him, fingers shredding holes into the pillow case as she whines and moans through her climax. She catches her breath as he sits up, lazily licking at his fingers and lips. "Get," she breathes. "Get over here."
He joins her, enjoying how she hooks her fingers in his boxers and draws them lazily down his thighs until he kicks them off. "What do you need from me?" he wonders, touching her cheeks, enjoying the feel of her lips under his fingers.
"Oh god," she moans, still sensitive and needy. She pushes him down with a solid hand planted on his chest and as he hits the bed with a huffed laugh, she straddles him, rolls her hips lazily, and then settles down, gasping and shivering as the feel of him brushing against her sends molten hot arousal up her spine. "Oh... oh... Mike... god, I love the way you feel inside of me," she keens.
He stares up at her, awe and adoration on his face, and breathes out, "Sweetheart, if you- you only knew- how good it feels from..." He breathes in deeply. "Christ. From here. I swear- I..." He whimpers as she rests her hands on his shoulders and peers into his eyes, full of hunger and love for him. "AJ-"
She digs her knees into his hips, lifts up with a keening sort of gasp, and then guides their bodies back together, eyes fluttering at the overwhelming sensations twisting up her body. "Oh, oh my god," she breathes, already so on-the-edge after already orgasming. "Mike, I'm not gonna last long- I, I'm going to-" He touches her, stroking her with firm, determined touches where their bodies meet, and she cries out loudly, head thrown back as her second climax ripples through her, causing her to clench tightly around him. "Please- please-"
He grips her, reverses their positions once more, sinking back into her warmth once she's settled against the pillows, wide eyed and desperate as he kisses her, licking into her mouth with each steady, sharp thrust of his body.
She whimpers and breathes out faint pleas of his name as he finally goes over the edge as well, fingers tangled together against the pillows as he sloppily kisses her through the desperate spasms of his hips. "Holy shit," she breathes, carding her fingers through his hair as he sinks down next to her, trying to catch his breath.
"I love you," he sighs against her skin, panting shallowly. "God, I love you so much." He leans up, tangles his fingers through her hair, kissing her heatedly. "You're so beautiful, and intelligent, and... incredible, and I'd be lost without you..."
She smiles, trailing her leg up and down his side. "Right back at you, love." She grips his shoulders and flips him suddenly, making him gasp. "What do you think?" she wonders, fingers trailing teasing down his skin, enjoying how he trembles under her touch. "Are we done for the night?"
He shudders and shakes his head. "Can you believe our vacation is so close to being finished?"
"We don't talk about that," she chides, teasing him as she hovers over him, careful to ease back on touching him. Making him yearn for the lost contact.
"Why aren't you touching me?" he huffs, reaching out for her. She smirks and sinks back down, kissing the gasp from his mouth. "What do you want me to do?" he asks, trailing his fingers down her spine.
"I want you to put that mouth to good use," she says, trailing her thumb over his lips. "What do you think?"
"I think my mouth would be sad if you don't let it do just that thing right now." He smirks up at her. "Right now, now, now." it becomes a chant as she laughs at him, curling her fingers around the headboard and easing her body into position, Mike's eyes boring up into her as she settles down and breathes deeply, one hand clinging to the headboard, the other stroking and guiding his face as he holds her hips, tracing shapes into her skin. She shivers and groans as arousal builds with each wet, warm press of his mouth to her core. "I..." she hisses, whimpers into her arms. "Mike... Oh my god, your mouth is sinful," she groans.
"You should be on this end," he sighs, tracing his fingers along her thighs, peeking up at her with a smirk.
She huffs out a laugh, tangling her fingers in his hair. "Perfectly happy to stay on this end," she breathes out, dropping her head back and groaning as he hums and starts to trail kisses and lazy licks over her skin once more.
-x
Primo and Epico are standing in the restaurant the next morning, whispering and laughing to themselves. "Hey, guys," Mike says, walking past them to go to the front counter.
"Good to see you, Mike," Primo says, a smirk spreading across his face as he watches Mike tap his hand against the wood. "Have a good night?"
"Yeah," he says, only just casting a glance in their direction before turning back to the woman who walks up, waiting to take his order.
"So, Mike," Epico says, walking forward and slinging an arm around his shoulders. "We'd like to talk to you for a minute. You mind?"
"Uh," he says, sticking his wallet back into his front pocket and frowning at them. "Yeah, sure. Is there a problem?" he wonders as they guide him outside. Although the sun is bright overhead, Mike feels strangely cold as he peers back and forth between the cousins. "What's going on?"
"Well, you know, we have a standard to uphold as salesmen," Primo says, voice steady as he stares at Mike, a strange gleam in his eye. "Anything done on the properties we rent out could reflect poorly on us."
Mike frowns, staring at them. "I'm not sure... what are you getting at? AJ and I haven't done anything illegal, have we?"
"Not illegal," Epico says. "But say someone broke into our security system and made copies of the camera feed, and-"
"Wait, there were security cameras?" Mike asks, blinking hard. "Where?" He pauses, thinking a little harder about the last few days. "No, seriously, where are the security cameras?"
"Oh, you know," Primo says, lips twisting into a grimy looking smirk. "Every room but the bathroom."
"Including the bedroom?" Mike mumbles, twisting his hands together. "Shit..."
"Well, I think it'd be awful if something happened and the truth came out. Miz and Maryse just a lie? Mike Mizanin's wife actually being AJ Lee? And on top of that, ending up seeing a lengthy, kinky sex tape on top of it? Brain-melting. Your brand would never be the same again, and it'll be such a controversy after all the years of hearing how dedicated you and Maryse are to each other."
"Shit," Mike says under his breath, eyes wide with horror. "What can we do to fix this?"
Primo and Epico exchange glances before looking back at him. "How much money do you have on you?" They ask together
Mike shakes his head, too dazed to make sense of what they're talking about. "Money? What do you mean?"
Epico smirks at him. "Well, we can use money to try to get the information back, and then strengthen our security so this won't happen again. But we need your help, because on our WWE pay, we can't really afford anything like that right now."
Mike frowns at them, suspicious. "If you have this great place, why are you so broke all of a sudden? I know what you charge in rent. There's no way."
The cousins exchange glances again, then turn back to him. "We have money, but not Mike the Miz money. You can do more and get further than either of us ever could. Come on, man. What do you say?"
Mike tugs at his lips, stares past them, lost in thought. "And if I don't," he mumbles.
"The tape will probably get sold by whoever hacked our system, and your life will never be the same again. AJ Lee's life. Your daughter's life. Maryse's life."
Mike frowns, hard, at them, his eyes cold and dangerous. "Fine. How much do you think it'll take? And this better be a one time only thing."
Both Colon cousins brighten and immediately an amount is thrown his way, the two of them all but rubbing their hands together gleefully even as Mike warns them it'll take him a day or two to get this amount of money wired over from his bank state-side.
Mike returns home once he's concluded all of that to find AJ still fast asleep, peaceful and beautiful in the beams of the sun gleaming through the drapes. He watches her for awhile, lost in thought and making plans.
He slips out mid-afternoon and slips Epico a check, staring him down. "By the time you get stateside and cash this, it'll clear. I don't want to hear anything else about this. Understand me?"
"Understood," Epico tells him cheerfully. "Primo and I have this handled! He's out getting the replacement equipment now, and as soon as we have the video, you'll have it."
Mike stares him down. "I swear, if you do anything to copy the video... If I get any idea that you're about to screw me and publish that video for the world to see anyway, the last thing you'll worry about will be your rental fees for these places. You understand me?"
"Yessir," Epico says with a sick kind of sneer on his face before turning sharply and taking his leave.
Mike watches him go with an angry grimace on his face before turning to go back once more to his wife.
AJ is getting ready for their last dinner on the island, looking up at him in the mirror. "Hey, husband," she says softly, smoothing down the soft, brown fabric of her dress before she turns to link her arms behind his neck. "Where have you been?"
He stares at her, overwhelmed by how much he loves her. How badly he wants to keep her safe, make her happy, never see another tear in her eye or her a twist of anger to her words. "I went out to make sure we have things for after dinner," he says quietly. "To make sure our final night here is... especially special."
She beams at him, trailing a hand up his chest. "I look forward to it, husband," she says. "Let me go touch up my mascara really quickly, and I'll be with you in a second."
He nods, watching her go, before casting a quick glance around the bedroom. It's not impossible to spot them once you know what to look for, and he thinks he knows now. Tugging out a chair from the dining room, he stands up on it and tugs the device apart, tossing it aside. He skims his fingers behind lamps, over the TV, on the frames of artwork hanging on the walls. Thankful that AJ always takes a life time on her eye makeup, he adds to his person scans by tracing a magnet all over everything.
He's pretty sure he has all traces of technology spying on them dismantled or broken when AJ appears, beaming and quirking an eyebrow at him. "Everything alright?"
"Never better," she says softly. "Do you like my clothes?"
He finally forces his eyes away from where they keep flickering at the taunting alarm overhead, immediately pulled away from his wild, wayward thoughts going all over the place as he sees the slinky, light purple dress she's intentionally chose to wear that hugs every inch of her just right." "Oh my god," he breathes in incredulous awe. "How do you find the time, sometimes."
She laughs at him, joyfully spinning and shrugs. "What can I say, getting a response like that from you makes it all worth it, really."
He hums. "Even when you're not dressed up, I respond the same way to you," he says quietly, ghosting a hand up her waist. Her eyes flutter as she leans into his warmth. "I love you in everything you wear, and in nothing at all."
She laughs, looking up at him, and he winks. She rolls her eyes and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing tightly to him. "Are we going somewhere or are we staying in tonight..." She teases him, a hand against his shirt, tugging lazily at where he'd tucked it int his dress pants.
"One last night of seeing the sights," he tells her. "Then we can come back here and make the most of these rooms as well."
She sighs, arching up into him. "Alright," she says. "If you insist. I thought maybe..." She presses up to whisper into his ear. "Maybe you'd wanna skip right to dessert, I have chocolate covered strawberries, but if you really wanna go out..."
"Just long enough to have a nice meal," he promises, hands trailing along her warm skin, making her shiver a little. "Maybe take a walk. Enjoy the sights. Alright? It is our final night. We have plenty of time."
She hums. "I guess you're right," she agrees, leaning into him with a smile. "You'd better plan on taking your time with me later, though."
He exhales slowly as she brushes her fingers down his side, warmth obvious through the thin silk of his shirt. "You know that's my favorite thing to do," he says quietly, kissing her lazily. "Come on."
They walk hand in hand outside and Mike glances over his shoulder, peering around at the other houses. AJ frowns over at him. "You ok?"
"Yeah," he says, forcing his attention back onto her with a smile. "I'm great. Come on, let's go." He guides her with a hand on her lower back to a well lit, fancy looking restaurant a few blocks from their house. "Here we are."
"Wow," AJ hums. "This place looks amazing." She swings their arms back and forth, smiling over at him. "How'd you find it?"
"I saw it on google maps," he laughs. "Thought we'd have a good time here." He lifts her hand and kisses her knuckles. "What do you think?"
"I think you were right," she says softly, leaning in to kiss him. "I love you so much."
"Love you too," he murmurs. They head inside, awed by the soft lights adding to the ambiance of the place, how delicate the place is decorated, tables and chairs a soft white wood that fits in almost too perfectly with the rest of the room. "This is amazing."
"It really is," AJ agrees, leaning into him as they make their way up to the front desk.
"Hello," the hostess greets them with a soft smile. "How may I help you?"
"Hi," Mike responds. "We have a reservation. Mizanin."
"Right this way," the hostess says after looking through the list, collecting a couple of menus. "Any preference? Table in the middle, by the corner, an exit-"
Mike looks over at AJ and grins. "Whichever is your most discreet and private," he says.
The hostess smiles. "Right this way," she says, guiding them to a romantically lit table in the corner of the room, plants hiding them from view on one side, flickering candle lighting enough to muffle them from the view of other tables nearby. "Is this what you were hoping for?"
"Yeah, it's perfect," Mike tells her, thanking her. After she takes their drink orders and walks away, he holds AJ's seat as she shifts to get more comfortable and leans in to kiss her as she hums happily, running her hands over his jaw.
"As nice as this is," she says. "And trust me, it's very, very nice..." She traces her hand a little lower and shrugs impishly. "I can't wait until we can go home and really make the most of this last night we have on vacation."
He kisses her again before taking his own seat. "I know, it's gone by much too quickly. So long without any work has been weird, but really reall-" His words stutter when he feels the toe of AJ's sandals press against his leg and ease up towards his thigh. "Oh."
She smirks at him, looking up as the waitress returns with their drinks. "Thank you so much," she says, Mike nodding along dumbly as the pressure tugs a little higher up his thigh, nudging lazily a little higher. He gasps, and then moans softly. "Oh, dammit," he breathes out.
"Something wrong?" AJ asks, voice low, syrupy sweet even as her toes tease along the lines of his pants. "You are looking kind of... flushed." She sips delicately from her water and he rolls his eyes at her, reaching down and gripping her foot. She sits up a little straighter, lips parting as he starts to tickle her, wiggling his fingers under the straps of her sandals and between her toes, watching her gasp and squirm as she tries not to cry out with laughter. He continues on until she swats her hand against the table, tapping out under his ministrations.
"Truce?" he asks, smirking as she slowly catches her breath and glowers at him.
"Fine," she groans. "Truce. But I swear as soon as we're back at the hotel, I'm making you pay for that."
He grins. "I can't wait."
They glance at each other and immediately fall apart with laughter, only regaining control of themselves when the waitress returns to take their order.
-x
It's dark and quiet when they return to the house, Mike holding his fingers up to AJ's lips as they sneak inside. "So this is our final night here," he says, pulling her close and swallowing her sharp, shaky moan when his fingers ease up her dress, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist. She hums as he presses her against the door and slips the thin straps down her arms. "I'm gonna make it so special," he breathes over her skin. "You'll remember it every time you close your eyes."
"Oh, Mike," she keens. "Oh-" Her voice dies away as he kisses down her throat, starts mouthing lower, teasing her with his tongue, his teeth, until she's trembling and clinging to him, her body making up for every plea she can't verbalize.
He lifts her, holding her steady, makes sure she's secure before ducking down and removing the rest of her dress. She gasps and arches as he kisses her abs, nibbles at her hips, nuzzles into her warmth and takes in every inch of her, making a lazy trail with his tongue, repeating it slowly, with different levels of intensity and pressure until she cries out and tugs at his hair, gasping and moaning heavily.
"Mike, Mike-" she cries out, her body tensing against him until everything snaps and she sinks against the wall, gasping for each and every breath. "Mike- oh my god-"
He hums against her skin, peeking up at her. "I love you," he says, enjoying the flush to her skin, how her chest rises and fall with each breath. Getting to his feet once more, he scoops her up in his arms and carries her through the house. She blinks up at him lazily as he lays her down on their bed and hovers over her, kissing her softly. "So much."
It feels different, knowing that nothing is spying on them now, and when she reaches out for him, he comes willingly and moves in time with her to make it easier for her to undress him. "I love you too," she tells him, and he smiles as she guides him to her and kisses him thoroughly.
He groans softly, enjoying her warmth blanketing him. "Man," he pants, resting his hands on her hips and supporting her, her energy fading quickly. "I've got you. I've got you."
She digs her fingers into his shoulders and exhales slowly as he guides her body, her hands trembling as fresh, molten heat curls around her core. "Mike, I- you're gonna..." She drops her head back and moans.
He starts groaning her name with each slow rotation of his hips and she gasps, aware of how close he is. She adjusts herself, parting her legs a little further, and the new position and angle sends him over immediately, AJ only a few moments behind him. "Ah- ah- AJ-" he cries out, bracing her as she falls onto him, breathing heavily against his chest.
"Oh my god," she breathes, pressing her face into his neck. "Oh... Mike..."
He presses open mouthed kisses against her sternum, lost in the molten pleasure still sending his hips back and forth in search of more, more, more, and keens as she digs her nails in his back and pants. Eventually they fall apart, and Mike stares up at the ceiling, blinking sluggish. "God, I love you," he mumbles, reaching out for her. She tucks in eagerly to his warmth and he kisses the top of her head.
"I love you too," she sighs, immediately drifting off into a blissful, warm sleep held comfortably in his arms.
He watches her for awhile, gaze trailing around the room suspiciously once he's sure she's not going to wake up at the smallest motion. Content that he's done all he can to protect them against the Colon cousins' future nonsense and will figure out the rest at first opportunity, he drifts off against her shoulder, lips twitching up into a faint smile.
-x
"Good to see you," John Morrison greets Mike with a hug, slapping him on the back. "How was your vacation?"
"Pretty damn good, considering," Mike says, leaning back from the hug and shielding his eyes from the sun. "But I'm glad you're here now, I need your help with something."
"Lay it on me," Mike says, watching the shock cross John's face as Mike proceeds to tell his story.
"No way," John says once he finishes. "Those little assholes recorded you and AJ? And now they're blackmailing you?"
"That's the crux of it, yeah," Mike sighs. "So if you have any brilliant ideas, I would appreciate it."
John hums. Rests his hand between Mike's shoulderblades and directs him over to the car waiting for them. "I may have a couple of ideas. We'll have to practice a few things before, though-"
Mike makes a face. "Well, I'm worried now."
John laughs, winking at him. "Trust me. It's gonna all work out just fine."
Mike exhales, trying to relax. "Alright," he says, choosing- as always- to go along with his second nature and trust his tag partner to sort things out.
-x
It's easy enough to get Primo and Epico to meet him on the beach outside of Morrison's apartment. "So, you said a million dollars would make this all go away," Mike says, not eager to drag this out longer than it needs to be. If he has to remain in their presence for any longer than he already has been, he thinks he may scream.
"Yeah," Epico says. "Each."
Mike's facial twitch at this isn't an act. Just thinking about wasting two million dollars on these two assholes- money that could easily go to his children, their futures, and just generally investing into his and AJ's life together... makes him feel sick. He exhales and tries not to lash out, with word or his fists. "Fine," he mumbles. "Two. But I need a little extra time to get that sort of money together."
"Don't take forever," Primo warns him. "There's a timer on these videos we have of you."
Mike rolls his eyes, scrubs at his face. "Ca you reassure me that the files are stored somewhere safe? Where they can't be stolen or hacked?"
"Of course they are," Epico snarls. "What kind of amateur do you think we are?"
"I want proof," Mike says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Proof or no deal."
The cousins exchange exasperated looks before finally Primo reaches into his jacket and tugs out a small laptop that's thin enough to be hidden. "Here," he grumbles, finding the files and showing them to Mike. "All of them, right here. Nowhere else. Satisfied?"
"Yeah," Mike says. "Absolutely. I'll be in contact." He turns and walks off sharply, leaving both Primo and Epico behind to gawk at him in confusion. He walks by a man in a hat and hisses, "Now", smirking when the man turns in the other direction and begins to walk, steady and slow. Mike settles against a rocky overhang on the beach, out of sight, but within hearing, and waits.
Within minutes, panicked yells begin to echo around the beach and Mike grins. "How the hell?!" Primo screams. "This isn't possible! How is it all gone?!"
Mike cackles to himself, casting a glance back in that direction, nodding as John joins him. "It all go smoothly, then?"
"Yeah, pretty sure those guys won't be blackmailing anyone for a long time to come," John says cheerfully. "Who knew it'd be so easy to get them to sabotage their own side business?"
Mike scoffs out a laugh. "Well, ether way, I owe you big time for this."
"Eh," John shrugs. "I'll think of something later. Right now, I think you and I should go enjoy the nightlife a bit before we head home. What do you say?"
Mike smirks. "Sounds pretty damn perfect. I'm gonna go get AJ, and then let's do that."
He'll still have a lot of things to clean up regarding all of this mess, including explaining everything to AJ later on, but John's helped him through the worst of it, as Mike knew he would, and now definitely feels like a perfect time to relax, enjoy some quiet with his best friend and wife, and try to re-energize himself before he has to go back to work Monday and deal with those two further.