Nephthys (nephthys_abode) wrote,

Fan fiction work in progress - Fireworks (Part 49/?)


(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!

A word of explanation on this chapter - first. There be more dragons here. You know what I'm talking about - we are now firmly in the "good bits" of this longer-than-fuckin'-forever story.

So if you're not down with that, I got two words for ya . . . oh wait, that doesn't happen for another few chapters yet! ;-)

The second part is that well, GMTA. See,
utssq and I are both writing and a while back, she posted a chapter with a somewhat similar sexual situation in it. And I was gutted, because I had the same thing planned. Well, almost the same thing.

However. I have decided that this really is a case of GMTA, and I'm ploughing on regardless. Besides, I'm not sure we have that much of a readership in common. Given my readership seems pretty small!

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

When he came out of the shower, one of Harley's towels wrapped around his waist, he could hear music from the living area of the cabin. Curious, he walked down the hallway and looked out.

Harley, dressed in her leopard print pyjama pants and a tank top, was dancing to the radio in her kitchen.

He chuckled to himself and went back to the bedroom. Dressing in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, he returned the towel to the bathroom and made his way to the living room.

Having eschewed dancing for singing, Harley gave him a sunny smile when he appeared.

"Hey chief. Find everything you needed?"

"I did, thanks sweetheart," he answered with a smile, coming over to her. "So, what can I do to help?"

She gave him a quick hug around the waist. "I just need to get some groceries in."

His eyebrows rose. "You're going out? Dressed like that?"

Laughing, she shook her head. She went over to the table and retrieved her keys, and then crossed to a cupboard set into the wall of the cabin.

Unlocking the door, she opened it to reveal what looked like a refrigerator. Puzzled, he flicked a glance to the kitchen, where a gleaming white Frigidaire was sitting.

The mystery deepened when Harley produced another key and unlocked the second refrigerator.

"You got to lock up your refrigerator, darlin'?" he asked.

She chuckled and shook her head. "Not exactly. This is how I manage without a housekeeper."

Curious now, he came over to her. Inside the refrigerator sat bags of groceries. There was a freezer section at the bottom, which contained a box of items. He looked at her quizically.

She smiled. "Told you I was about building smart. There's a local grocery chain that offers an online shopping and home delivery service. I built this in after talking to them. From the outside, it looks like a storage cupboard on my front porch. Their delivery drivers have a key to the cupboard and the outside door of this." She knocked her knuckles against the refrigerator. "They can deliver any time in the day before I'm due home, and I'm not worrying about it spoiling outside or getting carried off by 'coons."

Reaching past her to snag two of the bags of groceries, he kissed her cheek with a grin. "You're a regular frontier woman, Kate!"

Chuckling, she patted his behind. "Be happy I am, or you'd be dressing this fine ass to go out for breakfast!"

He arched an eyebrow at her, but took the groceries over to the bench in the kitchen. She followed and started putting things away as he returned for the last bags. Once those were safely on the bench, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled behind her ear.

She gave a soft moan and leaned back against him.

"You get all sassy when you're getting some, Kate - I like it."

Giggling, she turned her head to kiss his cheek. "Sassy? Chief, you slay me! So, what do you feel like for breakfast?"

He growled playfully and nuzzled her again. "I'd say you, but you're more like dessert than breakfast."

She actually felt her hands shake a little - he'd warned her he was starving for her, and it seemed that was no lie. She took a deep breath. "Then you're gonna need to keep your strength up."

He resisted the urge to sigh. That note in her voice told him that intimacy issues were still on the table, despite making love this morning. Or perhaps because of it.

He wouldn't push her. But he was equally determined to keep chipping away until there was no longer that barrier between them. He gave her one last nuzzle, and a pat on the behind for good measure, before stepping away from her.

The moment he did, she missed his nearness. Without thinking about it, she reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He looked almost comically surprised by that, and Harley stepped closer to him, drawing his hand around her waist as she looked up at him.

Smiling down at her, he said, "Nowhere, apparently."

"Good." She let go of his hand and wrapped her own arms around his waist. "Now. We were discussing what to have for breakfast."

Mark stroked his hands over her back slowly. "Darlin', whatever we can rustle up is fine with me."

She glanced over at the counter where the groceries sat. "Hmm. How's bacon and eggs sound?"

"Perfect," he smiled.


They shared a companionable breakfast, working together to cook and clean up.

As Harley rinsed the skillet and set it aside to dry, Mark stepped up behind her at the kitchen sink, his arms going around her waist, leaning down to rest his chin on her shoulder.

She smiled, drying her hands and then bringing them up to cover his. He nuzzled his cheek to hers as he looked out the window over the sink.

"Looks like a real pretty day out, Kate. Feel like taking a walk?"

She nodded. "Sure would enjoy showing you around, Mark."

It didn't take them long to dress, and Mark watched as Harley shrugged into a well worn peacoat. She pocketed her cellphone, and they left through the front door, which she locked behind them.

Once they stepped down from the front porch, he settled his arm around her shoulders. She smiled up at him as her arm went around his waist, then nodded towards the trees.

"We'll go that way."

He'd been right - it was a pretty day. Just a nip of cold in the air, well and truly offset by the brilliant sunshine. The path they followed through the trees was well-trodden, which told him she came this way pretty often. And it was quiet.

"How much land are you on here?" he asked.

"I got about fifty acres, give or take," she answered.

His eyebrows rose - that was a fair chunk of real estate. "Been in a your family a long while, I think you said."

"The original parcel was, yeah. That was twenty acres. But I've been buying up the surrounding land as it comes on the market," she said.

"I can see why - this is real nice." And it was. Unspoiled woods as far as the eye could see. He knew the attraction of that.

After a time, they came into a large clearing. He'd thought he could hear water running for a while, and now he could see a brook on the far side of the clearing.

Harley paused in the sunshine when they stepped out of the trees, and then pointed to a large flat rock not far away.

"Let's go sit for a while, Mark."

He flicked a quick look of concern at her, worried he'd overtaxed her, and she leaned up on tiptoes to kiss him.

"It's just a nice spot to sit and enjoy the sun."

He smiled back and allowed her to lead him over to the rock, He sat down and turned a little, pulling one leg up, then patted the spot in front of him.

She sat down between his legs and leaned back against him. He wrapped one arm around her and rested his head against hers.

It was a nice place to enjoy the sun, she was right about that. And it was nice to sit with her in his arms too.

Plus, this was a right pretty spot. Purple and yellow flowers were scattered through the grass. They didn't look much like any of the wildflowers he was used to in Texas, and he was about to ask Harley about them when movement in the trees opposite them caught his eye.

Harley's hand patted his leg very gently, and her whisper just reached his ears. "Stay still, Mark - we've got company."

A moment later, a doe stepped delicately into the clearing, her ears flicking. She looked right at them, and took another step.

Harley leaned more into Mark, her voice still very soft. "She's nervous - she can probably smell you."

After a few minutes, during which he felt under intense scrutiny from the doe, she took a few more steps into the clearing and lowered her head to start grazing.

Mark let out the breath he'd not even realized he was holding, still watching the doe with amazement.

Harley shifted slightly so she could see him and smiled, though she still kept her voice low, "We'll be okay now."

Not wanting to startle the deer, Mark didn't raise his hand, but did point with his chin. "How'd you know she'd stay?"

Harley turned to watch the doe. "The deer are used to me. I suspect once she realized I was here, she figured you were okay."

He stroked her hair gently. "Must make hunting easy, if the the deer are like that."

She gave a soft chuckle and leaned up to kiss him. "No hunting in this county." She settled back against his chest. "First time I came up here, after my cabin was built, it was late spring. And I saw a doe down there near the brook. Maybe it was a hard winter, or maybe we'd disturbed them while the cabin was being built, but she was pitiful thin, poor thing. So I decided that if I was going to live here, I had to give a little something back. That was the first year I seeded this clearing as a deer feed plot. I like to think they know it was me, but it's more like they've just got used to my scent over time."

He hugged her close. "I like it, Kate."

"Thanks, Mark. Going to have to bring you up here in the summer - I get a real kick out of seeing the does with their fawns."

He kissed her cheek with a chuckle. "Country girl. So, does this mean you don't hunt any more?"

She shook her head. "Oh, I still hunt. Only way to keep the numbers manageable. I just need to go a bit further afield to do it. 'Course, with our schedule being what it is, I'm thinking I'll probably not get much of a chance this year."

That gave him the germ of an idea, but he simply nodded, content for now to sit in the sunshine with her.


After taking a different path back through the woods, they arrived at the cabin just before lunch time.
In the daylight, Mark could see more of it. Situated in the centre of the clearing, it had what looked like stone walls and a tiled roof, capped with solar panels. There was a covered porch along the front of the cabin, which was oriented so it would catch the winter sun.

There was a porch swing at one end, and a couple of comfortable looking chairs. At the other end sat what looked like a covered grill, and there was a wooden picnic setting under the trees not far from the cabin.
He understood now exactly what Harley meant about this being her place of quiet between the noise. This was a very restful spot.

He bent his head to press a kiss to her temple. "Thanks for inviting me here, Kate."

She looked up at him with a smile. "Thanks for coming, Mark."

He grinned and moved swiftly, sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her towards the porch. "You got me in a good ol' boy country frame of mind, darlin'. Will that porch swing hold both of us?"

Laughing, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I should damn well hope so!"

Nuzzling her cheek with a wink, he headed for it and sat down, holding her in his lap. It was a sturdy structure, rather like an oversized Adirondack chair, which meant there was ample room for him to sit comfortably, leaning back and setting it swinging gently.

Harley nestled against him, her head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around her waist, and he sighed with contentment.

They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying being close, before she raised her head.

"You know, we ought to take advantage of how nice it is out. How about I fire up the grill for lunch out here?"

"That does sound like a fine idea, darlin'!" He patted her hip gently.

She leaned up to kiss his cheek. "And you got a choice - I got chicken or a nice venison backstrap."

That got his attention. "Venison?"

She nodded. "From earlier this year."

His voice took on a musing tone. "Not much can beat venison on the grill."

She laughed and slipped off his lap, going over to take the cover off the grill. Leaving it draped over the porch rail, she busied herself getting the burners alight to her satisfaction.

He followed her back inside as they left the grill to heat. And hid a smile as she put him to work in the kitchen, fetching plates and cutlery while she got the meat out to allow it to come to room temperature. He noted that approvingly, but then anyone who hunted for meat should know how to treat it.

She was looking into the refrigerator as he leaned against the bench.

"You going to turn your nose up if I offer you a salad to go with that venison, chief?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Absolutely not, sweetheart."

She nodded and then stopped. "Oh, wait!" She reached into the refrigerator and came up with two ears of corn. "How about these? I brush them with a little oil and some barbeque seasoning and cook them on the grill - delicious, trust me!"

He gave her a grin. "You sold me." His grin turned wolfish. "Of course, I am gonna have to chase you round the bedroom for a bit to burn that off."

Her response was to kick the refrigerator closed with one foot. "Sold!"


They lingered over lunch, sitting out under the trees. Harley had a deft touch with the grill - the venison was cooked to perfection, subtly flavoured by a smoker box of hickory chips, which imparted a distinctive flavor to the corn as well.

She'd toasted some thick slices of homestyle bread as well, and added a bowl of cherry tomatoes and sugar peas.

They nibbled on these now as they talked idly.

The day had warmed up, and they'd both shed their coats. Sitting opposite Harley, Mark leaned forward to pat her hand with a smile.

"That was a damn fine meal, Kate. Thank you."

She smiled back. "My pleasure, Mark."

Mellowed by good food and a beer apiece, they spent hours talking and laughing outside before the dropping temperature sent them inside.

Once they'd cleared up the remains of lunch, Harley turned to look at Mark. Before she could say a word, he pulled her into his arms and bent his head to kiss her.

Breathless as their lips parted, she looked up at him. "I guess that does kinda answer my question!"

His hands came up to caress her shoulders as he backed her towards the sofa in the living room with a hungry expression. "What question, sweetheart?"

With a laugh, her hands went to his waist. "What should we do now?"

"Now?" They had reached the sofa, and he sat down and tugged her into his lap. "Oh, we'll think of something."

She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him. His hands stroked over her back gently.

What started as a little make out session swiftly headed down a more serious path. Where before they'd been careful not to go too far, they were no longer being held back. Light kisses became deep, searching ones as they held one another close.

Harley broke one such kiss with a panted gasp as Mark's hand slid up under her t-shirt to cup her breast.

"Something wrong, sweetheart?" he murmured huskily as his fingers toyed with her nipple.

Wriggling against him, she moaned softly, "Not a damn thing. Awful glad we aren't waiting any more though."

He caught her lips with his again and pulled her closer. "That makes two of us."

"So I can feel," she whispered. His growing erection was hard to miss. "Makes me wonder what would have happened if I was still on the bench. Didn't think about that when I invited you here."

Taking advantage of the momentary pause, although he didn't move his hand from where it cupped her breast, he said, "I did, sweetheart."

She sat up a little, looking at him. "Oh?"

He nodded.

"Going to tell me what you thought?" She leaned in to kiss him softly.

He considered the question and then decided to go for broke. He tweaked her nipple gently. "Figured if we got too hot and heavy, I could . . . take care of things in the shower."

Her eyes widened fractionally, and she leaned in close to him with a low moan. "Speaking of showers, what would it take for me to get you naked and into one?"

"Not very much," he admitted. The thought of having her naked and slippery under his hands sounded pretty damned good to him.

Which led them short moments later to standing in the bathroom together. Mark went to pull his t-shirt off but Harley was quicker, her hands already at the hem of it, pushing it up.

He tugged it off over his head as she brushed her lips over his nipple. Shuddering, he moaned, "Oh, darlin' . . . "

Her hands moved to his belt, undoing it as she looked up at him. "Been wanting to do this for a damn long time, Mark."

"And you're doing a . . . " he broke off as she started slowly unbuttoning his fly. He drew a deep breath. "A damn fine job," he finally managed.

She pushed his jeans and shorts down and wrapped her fingers around his half-erect shaft.

He allowed the caress for a moment, and then gently lifted her hand away, leaning down to kiss her lightly. "My turn, Kate."

Kicking his jeans aside, he took off her t-shirt, his hands gently cupping her breasts before he slid them down to unzip her jeans. A moment later, he sank to his knees in front of her, pulling her jeans and panties down as he went.

As she stepped out of them, one hand on his shoulder to steady herself, he leaned in to brush his lips very gently over the pink scar on her belly, murmuring, "You make sure you remind me if I ain't bein' gentle, darlin'."

Her hand moved to stroke his hair, her voice husky, "I will, I promise."

He trailed his lips up over her skin as he rose to his feet again, finally capturing her lips in a kiss and pulling her close to him.

She broke the kiss a few moments later and slipped out of his arms, moving over to open the shower door and turn on the water.

He followed her, arms going around her waist from behind, leaning down to nuzzle at her hair.

She kept one hand under the spray, testing the temperature of the water. When she was happy with it, she half-turned in the circle of his arms and smiled at him.

"Shall we?"

He patted her hip and nodded, letting his arms fall away as she stepped into the shower, just watching her. Once she was under the water, she turned and held out her hand to him. With a smile, he joined her, closing the door behind him.

Almost the moment the shower spray hit his chest, Harley moved in close to him, her hands moving slowly over his skin.

Mark's own hands skimmed lightly over her shoulders and down her back, pulling her against him.

Unhurried exploration of one another's bodies was a more than delightful way to spend their time. His fingers traced the line of her spine as she ran her fingers over his tattooed arms, leaning in to look more closely at them.

Which brushed her nipples against his chest, making her shiver.

His hand moved to cup her ass as he bent his head to brush his lips over her temple, pulling her more against him.

"You feel damn good, Kate," he murmured.

She wriggled against him, which made him moan as his erection pressed against the softness of her belly.

A moment later, she stepped back from him, and he wondered if he'd hurt her. But when he looked down at her, those blue eyes were very dark, and her voice was husky as she ran her fingers along the length of his shaft.


He moaned again, even as his hips thrust forward to her touch. "What, darlin'?"

"You know what you said about taking care of things in the shower?" One finger brushed slowly around the head of his cock.

His hips made another thrust to that teasing touch as he groaned, almost beyond words at this point. Those light touches were driving him crazy. He was seconds away from grabbing her hand and wrapping her fingers around his shaft to give him the proper stroke he needed. His breathing became heavier.

"What about it?"

"Would you let me watch?" she whispered.

That pulled him up in a hurry. He stared at her, not quite believing what she'd said. "Watch?"

She nodded, leaning in to brush her lips over one nipple as she again circled the flared head of his cock with her fingertip.

He moaned louder this time. "Why?"

She looked up at him again. "So I can see what you like for when I want to do it for you."

"Darlin', there ain't no such thing as a bad handjob. Trust me." Leaning down, he kissed her.

She gave him a slow smile as their lips parted. "That's like sayin' it don't matter which seat you get on a plane, 'cause you end up in exactly the same place. When you and I both know there's a world of difference between a first class ticket and flyin' coach."

That Southern accent was very pronounced.

He blinked at her. He was sure she was making an important point, but there was a serious lack of blood flow to his brain right now. Owing to it all being concentrated in his hard shaft. Which was throbbing with need.

He forced himself to concentrate. And noticed that he wasn't the only one breathing heavily here. Harley was flushed and her nipples were tight little peaks. This was turning her on, he realized.

He flicked one finger over her nipple, pleased when she moaned at his touch. "I do like to fly first class."

She reached up, her hand on the back of his neck as she rose to her tiptoes, pulling him down to kiss him hard, whispering against his lips, "You'll always fly first class with me, Mark."

He nuzzled his cheek to hers and exerted gentle pressure against her until she took a step backwards. And then another, until she found herself backed up to the shower wall.

The cool of the tiles made her nipples pucker more and she shivered. Mark reached up and adjusted the shower head so the warm water could reach her.

He watched for a long moment as the water flowed over her, and then moved in front of her, bringing his left hand up and placing it on the wall just above her shoulder. And made another adjustment of the shower head so that it cleared his shoulder as he leaned forward over her.

His voice was husky as he drawled, "You got a good view there, darlin'?"

Her eyes travelled slowly from his face down his body. She licked her lips as her gaze settled on his erection. "Uh huh."

He had to admit, when he'd considered jerking off in her shower this weekend, this was not how he'd envisioned it. For starters, while he'd probably have been thinking about what she looked like naked, having her standing right there in front of him was even better.

That said, he wasn't exactly used to having an audience for this. Sure, he was a performer, but he wasn't quite this much of an exhibitionist. It was only the fact that she was obviously finding this arousing that had him even considering it.

It didn't mean she was going to get it all her own way, though, he thought with a smirk. He raised his hand to her face, and with a gentle touch on her chin, tipped her face back up to his. If she wanted a show, then he'd give her a good one.

"Ready for this, darlin'?" he drawled.

She shivered as she looked into his eyes.

He leaned in to kiss her very lightly. "Good. Wouldn't want you to miss a thing."

Which pretty much guaranteed that her eyes followed his every move. He shifted his feet a little further apart and slowly stroked his hand down his chest.

Harley made a soft sound in her throat as she watched him. He couldn't miss the indrawn breath as his hand closed loosely around his shaft.

He stroked himself slowly, looking down at her.

She swallowed hard. This really was hotter than hell. The play of his muscles under the heavily tattooed skin of his arm, and the contrast between that and the unmarked skin of his hand and belly. And the sight of his hard shaft as his fingers moved up and down it.

Slowly. She'd just known that would be how he liked it. Her tongue darted out again to lick her lips.

He bent his head down closer to hers, his voice low and husky, "You enjoying this, Kate?"

She gave a little whimper and nodded, her eyes never leaving his stroking hand.

"Good. Like having you here. Like looking at you." He stroked the pad of his thumb over the head of his cock, giving a pleasurable shudder.

Harley reached out her hand, wanting to touch him, but the moment she did, Mark pushed himself away from her.

"Oh no, Kate. You wanted to watch. No touching." Which was one of the hardest things he'd ever said, because he could think of nothing better than having her hands on him.

But she'd started this game, so they'd play it her way. His eyes roved hungrily over her. Wasn't like it was going to take long. Not with her standing there naked and wet in front of him.

He found himself leaning into her again, as his stroking hand picked up its tempo.

She was squirming against the wall as she watched him, her hands pressed against the tiles. To stop herself reaching for him, he wondered?

Her fingers flexed, almost clawing at the wall. Now that was a turn on, knowing she wanted to touch him almost as badly as he wanted her to do so.

He moaned deep in his throat. "You know this is barely going to slow me down, Kate."

"It won't?" she breathed, her attention still focused on his stroking hand.

"Want you too much for that, darlin'," he moaned, his hips thrusting into his hand.

That made her squirm even more. She darted a glance up at his face and whimpered at the look in his eyes. That hungry expression made her feel weak at the knees.

"God, darlin', you look so damned hot!" he panted.

Her eyes dropped back to his hand, which now worked furiously up and down his hard shaft.

Just when she thought she'd start clawing the tiles clean off the wall, he gave a deep groan, and she watched his ejaculate spurt over his fingers.

She whimpered loudly. A moment later, his hands were on her shoulders, pulling her towards him. She clung to him, looking up as she trembled against him. His lips descended on hers and he kissed her hungrily.

His hands roamed over her back, keeping her pulled tightly against him, his voice low, "Want you back in your bed, Kate."

She turned her head just enough to take a long lick over his chest before looking up at him. "Fine by me, Mark."

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