"So what is going on with Karrion Kross?" AJ asks, leaning over Miz as he drifts in bed.
"I have no idea," he says, making her huff with laughter as he teases her by drawing her down next to him, targeting all of her most ticklish spots. "What can I say, I'm just attractive to a whole range of people on Raw."
She squirms around a bit, glowering up at him when he finally rests his hands on her hips, careful not to tickle her any further. "Yeah, clearly," she says. "And they all either want to kick your ass or brainwash you into joining their cults apparently."
Mike shrugs. "Nothing new there," he says, leaning in and pressing kisses against her ribs. "I've had my ass kicked since I first debuted with the company. And somehow Kross is less worrisome cult wise than the Wyatts."
She grimaces. "Well, that's true," she says. "And since Tamina is all but retired now, I don't even have her to help find you if you get yourself kidnapped and chained up backstage again or something."
He hums. "True. Have you talked to her lately?"
"Yeah," AJ murmurs, resting her head on his shoulder. "She seems pretty happy at least."
"That's good," he mumbles, letting his eyes drift shut as AJ nuzzles into him.
"Yeah, I'm happy for her. I know I was a lot happier after I retired," AJ murmurs. "It's your turn now."
Mike huffs, then shrugs. "I'm not quite there yet. But when I am, you'll be the first to know, I promise."
She rolls over and straddles him. "You'd better tell me first," she says, petting his hair out of his eyes and kissing him intently. "I won't forgive you if you don't."
"Well can't have that," he says with a smile, kissing her back.