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Fan fiction work in progress - Fireworks (Part 48/?)


(Again, a huge thank you to panthology and her mad skillz for this graphic!)


Features: Undertaker (Mark Calaway)

Rating: NC17 for language and sexual situations

Usual disclaimer - own nothing but my original characters, all the other people own themselves, WWE owns the trademark names, I'm doing this to exercise my creativity and for the sheer pleasure of writing. Ask my therapist!

Okay, this is your one and only warning - this is the start of the good stuff. Yep, that's right, here be dragons! Or, at least, explicit sexual situations. So click the cut at your own peril!

Now that's out of the way, let's hear a fanfare for 'Taker finally getting laid in this one! ;-)

Thanks for reading and remember - feedback is always appreciated. I'm writing for the love of it, but I'm publishing to hear the opinions of others.

And since updating's a bit sporadic, and to save you trawling back through the archives (although I have helpfully tagged all the chapters!), you'll find links to all the earlier chapters


Mark woke the next morning as the faint sunlight began to lighten the room. There was a blink of disorientation at first until his brain woke up enough to tell him where he was, followed by another blink as he realized he was alone in the bed. He scratched his head.

He was about to get up and go looking for Harley when she appeared in the doorway, giving him a not-quite awake smile.

He smiled back. "Morning, sweetheart - wondered where you'd got to."

She came back to climb into the bed beside him. "Just went to turn the coffee on." She bent to kiss him lightly. "Good morning."

He caressed her face gently and then opened his arms. She paused for a tiny moment and then came into them, snuggling close to him as he wrapped her in a hug.

Mark sighed contently. "Now it's a good morning."

Harley relaxed against him, head on his chest. His hand stroked gently over her back as he gradually woke all the way up.

All of him. Particularly when he remembered they didn't have to wait any more. And that was dangerous, because he also remembered they had to be careful. Right now, that was the last thing on his agenda. He wanted her. Very badly.

The funny thing was that, with all that waiting, he didn't really know how to . . . get things started. He was so used to putting on the brakes, he'd forgotten where the gas was.

Unaware of his train of thought, Harley recalled waking up beside him earlier. The sight of him, asleep in her bed, had been powerfully erotic. Probably because she knew that he was no longer frustratingly off-limits. Going to put on some coffee had been less about wanting coffee and more about taking herself away from temptation. Because she felt like pouncing him.

Which probably wasn't wise. Or 'taking it easy'.

As she pondered this, her fingertips unconsciously caressed his chest, tracing the curve of muscle under his t-shirt.

A moment later, Mark's fingers were on her chin, gently tilting her face up to his. Their eyes met, and he leaned in to kiss her. Very softly. She all but melted against him.

He kissed her again, his hand moving to cup the back of her head. A little more firmly this time. She responded by parting her lips under his and pressing herself closer to him.

Easing her onto her side and rolling over himself, Mark tilted his head and kissed her. With a moan, she attempted to deepen the kiss, and he pulled back, whispering, "Slow down, sweetheart."

She made a sound of frustration and his lips moved to her ear, making her shiver as he whispered, "I'm afraid I'll hurt you if we go too fast. I want you too much."

Biting back on the whimper that threatened to escape her at that statement, Harley nodded. She brushed her lips against his cheek, feeling the prickle of stubble there, and whispered back, "We'll go slow."

He caught her lips with his, whispering, "Slow."

His hand moved, stroking down her back and then up underneath her sleep shirt, over her bed-warm skin. Her arm wrapped around him as she pressed closer, eyes half-closed as she kissed him.

She pulled back from him a little, just enough to be able to slide her hand up under his t-shirt, this time exploring his broad chest. He groaned into her kiss as her palm skimmed over his nipple, and pulled her closer to him.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she lay the flat of her hand over his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under her palm. Slow, she reminded herself. It was enough for now just to be touching him.

Mark's hand roamed over her back, and his lips lifted from hers long enough to murmur, "I want to see you, Kate."

Before she could move, he sat up just enough to strip his own t-shirt off and toss it aside, then lay back down on the bed, running his fingers over her shoulder with a question in his eyes.

Her eyes roved over the expanse of his chest and she sat up beside him. Her t-shirt joined his on the floor and she lay back on the pillow.

He rolled onto his side, and reached out with one hand, running it gently over her side. His breathing was coming faster as he looked at her, brushing his thumb very lightly against the underside of her breast. She moaned softly, and her nipple crinkled into a hard little peak.

"Oh that's just lovely!" he murmured, bending his head to kiss her.

Her hand went back to his chest, moving over the curve of muscle there as she leaned up to his kiss.

Slow, he reminded himself. Slow, even if the feel of her palm on his chest was enough to turn him on. Slow, even if the longing to nuzzle his face between her sweet little breasts was too much to resist.

He kissed down her throat, pleased when she arched her head back for him. He slid his hand under her as he pulled her closer to him, dropping a line of kisses along her shoulder, feeling her shiver against him.

Her own hands moved now from his chest to his hair, stroking through it and finding that spot on his nape that made him shudder.

He took a deep breath. Keeping himself in check was becoming more difficult, but he fought the urge to rush.

Trailing his lips down to her chest, he could feel her quickened breathing. The hand that stroked the back of his neck stilled as he reached the upper swell of her breasts.

He raised his head as he shifted down the bed a little more, then, as he had been longing to since the night of the poker game in Minneapolis, he nuzzled his face between her breasts.

Harley's hand now stroked his hair as his warm breath tickled her skin, accompanied by the delicious prickle of his stubble.

When he brought one hand up to cup her breast gently, she jumped a little. His palm felt hot against her skin.

Mark closed his eyes, fingers gently stroking the curve of her breast. He brushed his palm lightly over the hard peak of her nipple, and her hand suddenly clutched at his hair. Her whimpered sound of pleasure sent a shockwave of lust through him.

He moved his hand fractionally and rubbed his thumb over that rosy nub, delighted at her reaction. Which prompted him, seconds later, to snake out his tongue and flick it over her nipple.

Her moan was louder this time, and she arched up off the bed. And with a tiny smirk, he lifted his head and closed his lips not around the nipple she presented so temptingly to him, but its neglected twin, while at the same time once again palming the other breast firmly.

She clutched harder at his hair and moaned his name as he pulled her closer.

But a few moments later, she was tugging at his shoulders, making a sound he interpreted as a request. He shifted position beside her, and was surprised when she caught his face in her hands and leaned up to kiss him deeply.

Then her hands were pushing his shoulders back to the bed, and he went willingly, but his hand came back up again to cup one breast gently.

She tossed back the covers, which was a welcome relief to his rapidly becoming over-heated body.

The front of his shorts was tented by his erection, and he felt her tense up as her eyes flicked over him. He caught her hand.

"I won't hurt you, Kate."

She smiled and lifted his hand to her lips, kissing it. "I know, Mark."

Releasing his hand, she lay back to take off her pajama pants, and he followed suit with his shorts.

Turning her attention back to him, she made a helpless sound as she took in his naked body.

It wasn't as if his physique was any real surprise - she'd seen him in tights and a singlet often enough - but the reality of his big muscular frame was a little much to take all at once.

The sharp contrast between his heavily tattooed arms and the all-but untouched skin of his torso. The rise and fall of his chest was almost hypnotic, and she found herself laying her hand on it again.

Only then did she turn her attention to the rest of him. Her gaze travelled along his long legs to his hips, where his cock jutted up.

It was one thing to feel that against her, to touch it through his clothes. Seeing it was something else altogether. She felt a little dry-mouthed as she trailed her hand very slowly down his torso towards it.

She felt him suck in a breath as her hand skimmed over the BSK Pride tattoo on his belly. She paused a moment before laying her hand against his still-hardening shaft. He gave a low moan, and wrapped one arm around her to pull her closer to him.

Her fingers explored him slowly, her own breathing coming faster. Along his length, her fingers wrapping around his thickness momentarily before moving down to fondle his testicles gently. His hips bucked at that, and he groaned.

She kissed his chest and looked up at him with a slow smile.

His eyes darkened as he looked at her, and she shivered. But a moment later, she leaned up to kiss him, still fondling him.

With a moan, he pulled her closer to him, his other hand coming up to cup the back of her head as his tongue explored her mouth hungrily.

She met his passion head-on, draping her leg over his thigh and grinding her mound against him as she sucked on his tongue. But her hand on him continued its light, almost teasing touches.

When he broke the kiss, he panted for a moment, then nuzzled his cheek to hers. "Everything okay, Kate?"

She nodded, a bit breathless herself. "Just thinking that what I have here," she punctuated her words with another slow, fondling, almost-stroke along his length, "is what they call an embarrassment of riches."

Despite the fog of lust her touch had him in, he laughed at that, even as his hand moved back down to cup her breast. "Is that so, sweetheart?"

"Mmm," she murmured, though she did press her breast more to his touch.

But his hand didn't stay there long. Giving her nipple a teasing tweak, Mark stroked his hand down her side and then insinuated it between their bodies. She gasped softly as his fingers found her cleft.

With her leg draped over his, her folds were opened to his fingers, and he explored her gently, nuzzling at her neck as he did. She was wet, and he drew that silky moisture up with one finger as he sought her clit. He barely skated over it and her hips bucked as she moaned.

He nuzzled behind her ear and whispered, "Feels like you might be ready for me, Kate."

He repeated the light touch, and she moaned as her hips bucked again. "I think you might be right, Mark."

While he was doing some thinking, albeit fuzzy, seeing as his brain was clouded with desire, about just how they would go about this, Harley was moving. Before he knew it, she was straddling his thighs. Her hands now skimmed lightly over his hips as she looked at him, her blue eyes dark with desire.

Now that she wasn't touching him, he found a semblence of clarity of thought. Obviously, with her on top, he'd be much less likely to hurt her. His hands stroked her thighs gently, his eyes going to the still-pink scar near her right hip.

As her hands caressed his belly, Harley took some deep breaths. Because right now, slow was the furthest thing from her mind. And she had no intention of ending up back on the bench.

His voice, low and husky with desire, broke through her musings. "Kiss me, Kate."

She wasn't about to pass up an opportunity like that, and she leaned up to press her lips to his. As she did, his hands moved to her hips, pulling her up his body. She lay on his chest, revelling in the delicious feel of skin on skin as she kissed him slowly.

He wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss.

It didn't take long for that to threaten slow either, and Harley finally pushed herself up on Mark's chest, panting as she broke their kiss. His hand moved to cup her breast, fingers gently teasing at her nipple as he looked up at her.

She moaned softly, and shifted position, resting on one knee. When her hand closed around him, it was his turn to moan as she held his shaft up and guided it to her sex.

The first contact with her wet folds had him clutching her hip with a louder moan. He forced himself to relax - it'd be a hell of a thing to give her a bruise because he'd grabbed her too tight.

She bit down on a whimper as she began to ease onto him. Because he was definitely 'big'. Deliciously so. Even ready as she was, anything other than going slow right now wasn't an option.

His hands caressed and guided her, even as he moaned at the feel of her tight walls surrounding him. It was the most exquisite pleasure, only heightened by how drawn out it was. Slow right now was perfect.

Finally, he was fully inside her. Her eyes closed at the sensation. His hands continued to caress her gently. After long moments, she began to move. A slow rocking of her hips.

He moaned, his hands stroking her thighs. "Oh, Kate!"

Her hands covered his as she rose up on her knees and drove her hips down to his, her short nails digging into his skin as she moaned herself.

His eyes almost rolled back in his head as he clutched at her, panting.

Any thoughts of slow went out the window at that point. Harley could not more have stopped than she could fly. The feel of his thick shaft throbbing inside her breached the dam of pent-up need, and the sound of his moans fed her passion.

As she rose again. his hands moved to her hips. Digging his heels into the bed, he rolled his own hips up to meet hers.

She gasped with pleasure and thrust back harder. It took him a few minutes before he could find his timing, but that was good. While he was concentrating on that, he was staying in control of himself.

It didn't stay that way for long. The sweet grip and pull along his length felt so damn good. He couldn't help himself as he groaned and thrust up hard into her.

Even though his hands were on her hips, his thrust was unexpected, and Harley found herself tipped forward. Her hands came out to stop herself, and she propped against his chest, panting.

Mark's next thrust at the new angle had them both crying out with pleasure, and Harley's nails dug into his chest.

Once she was sure of her balance, she thrust back against him. They found their new rhythm quicker this time.

His eyes searched her face as he panted under her, seeing her passion there.

She ground her hips to his with her next thrust and his hands held her hips firmly as she did. With a whimpered moan, she found the perfect angle to grind her clit to the base of his shaft.

He gasped as she clenched around him and responded with a harder thrust.

She panted, "Oh god, just like that!"

Which was all the invitation he needed. He pressed his heels more firmly into the bed and snapped his hips up to hers. Moaning, she thrust back against him.

His hands still held her hips, but now he slipped one hand up to cup her breast, tweaking her nipple, and was delighted as she clenched around him in response.

He lifted his head and swiped his tongue over the other nipple. A little haphazardly, as her breasts bounced with her movements.

She shuddered with pleasure and dropped her torso lower over his, bringing her nipple closer to his snaked out tongue. He responded by lavishing that little nub with attention.

She ground back harder to his thrusts at that, and he could feel her muscles tensing with excitement.

Abruptly, she pushed herself back up on his chest. He barely had time to wonder why before she began to thrust against him harder.

He groaned with pleasure, his hips matching her rhythm after a moment.

Both hands now came up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples, which had her clenching around him. She ground against him with each thrust and her breathing grew ragged.

His heels dug into the bed as he thrust up into her warm depths, relishing every clench. But he concentrated more on those sweet little breasts. His fingers tweaked and rolled her nipples, her passionate responses confirming how much she loved it.

Her eyes suddenly widened and she cried out, her hips bucking hard against his. He couldn't hold back his moan at the feel of her inner walls rippling around his shaft. He drove up into her, determined to ride out those delicious sensations.

What brought him undone wasn't those spasms, but the sweet clench as she rocked her hips, and the sight of her, panting softly as she looked down at him, those blue gray eyes so dark.

His hips pressed up to hers, straining into her as he groaned in pleasure. Her echoing moan made the feeling even sweeter.

Their eyes locked.

He sat up, his arms wrapping around her as he held her close. She wound her arms around his neck, and they sat in a silence broken only by their breathing returning to normal.

Harley rested her head on Mark's shoulder. Skin to skin with him was an exercise in sensual bliss, she decided. And she looked forward to long hours of getting to know every inch of him much better. The thought made her smile.

Mark stroked his hands gently over Harley's back. He was old and wise enough to know very few things in life were truly perfect, but this had to come close.

Keeping his arms around her, he lay back on the bed with a satisfied sigh. Once he was settled, she leaned up to kiss him and moved off his chest, though she stayed cuddled in close to him.

He kissed the top of her head, his arm wrapped around her, lightly caressing her shoulder.

Wrapping her arm over his waist, Harley sighed with pleasure.

"I didn't hurt you, did I, darlin'?" Mark asked quietly.

She lifted her head to look at him.

"No, you didn't." She smiled. "You were real gentle. Thank you for that."

He smiled back. "Worth the wait?"

She giggled. "If I just say I hope we're not waiting as long for the next time?"

He laughed, pulling her down gently to kiss her. "Amen to that, sweetheart!"

She rubbed her nose to his playfully once their lips parted. "You rocked my world, thank you. And before
I've even offered you coffee, let alone breakfast! Does that make me a bad hostess?"

Pulling her closer with a soft growl, he nuzzled at her neck. "You were feeding some far more important hungers, sweetheart. You get major points for that."

Giving a soft whimper, even as she arched her neck to his lips, she murmured, "Glad I've redeemed myself. Still, I really should get some food happening." She moved away from him a little and looked at him.
"Going to grab a shower first. Want to join me?"

He let his eyes travel over her, and she felt a frisson of excitement at his hungry expression.

"If I do that, Kate, breakfast won't be happening any time soon," he declared, his voice husky.

She nodded slowly. Truth be told, she figured if she got him in the shower with her, there'd be precious little actual showering going on. And yes, hopefully that would take a good long while.

Priorities, Katherine, she reminded herself sternly. Food first. Then she could drag him back into the shower. And lick water off his chest. And other places.

Leaning in to kiss him softly, she smiled. "I'll go first then. Don't worry, I'll leave you plenty of hot water." She winked at him.

He held her close for a long moment, just nodding. When he let her go, his hands caressed her gently as
she shifted away from him and scooted off the bed.

Laying back, he listened to the water turn on in the shower and stretched lazily. This was shaping up to be a damn fine few days.


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