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Fan fiction work in progress - Fireworks (Part 53/?)


(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!

So, there's a little more Diva-bashing, and oh yeah, "adult situations". Enjoy! ;-)

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


They never discussed it, but Mark and Harley did unconsciously tone down their public displays of affection. Neither of them wanted Lina thnking they were rubbing her face in the fact of their relationship.

It wasn't like they were pretending they weren't a couple. And while they might be keeping the kissing to a minimum, Mark couldn't help being physically demonstrative. His arm would settle around Harley's shoulder almost of its own accord when they were together. And it was second nature to touch her hand or arm as they talked, as her parents had seen in Florida.

The rest of the roster and crew might have remarked on their restraint, but Lina found herself infuriated every time she saw them together.

For one thing, Mark had never been so hands-on with her, no matter how much she'd tired to encourage it in public. The more people who saw that kind of thing, the fewer people she had to remind of her relationship with him.

Another thing was the almost complete acceptance of Mark's relationship with that woman. When she'd been with him, she'd heard whispers aplenty to indicate that not everyone was happy seeing the top superstar with her.

But if anyone thought that about the top superstar and a member of the damn crew, they were keeping it to themselves. Her very casual questioning about the relationship, designed to find those with a similar disapproving viewpoint to her own, brought comments that she didn't want to hear, about how happy they both seemed.

The only thing that she found potentially useful was the revelation that Mark and Harley had once been notable more for their fights than their friendship. But she saw precious little evidence of that.

To most people, it appeared Lina had accepted the ending of her relationship with Mark with good grace.

In fact, carefully out of her hearing, it was opined that she was far less insufferable now than she had been as Mark's girlfriend. And that if she kept that up, maybe people could start liking her again.

Even those male members of the roster who vied for her attention - she was attractive, and now single after all - for the most part had no clue how deep her anger and resentment ran.

One thing being in Florida had taught her was patience. She had been willing to wait for her triumphant return to the big show - biding her time to get even with two people who spoiled that was easy.


Flying back to Houston with Mark after the show in Oklahoma, Harley had snuggled in close to his side, her head resting against his arm as they talked quietly.

She found herself longing for the time they could just be alone together.

It wasn't about sex. Well, not entirely. Late nights and early starts on the road left precious little time for anything but sleep at night. Perhaps once they got used to travelling as a couple, it would work better.

The situation with Lina had also led to some awkwardness. They had only just got their hands on one another and were suddenly in a situation where being hands off was a better policy.

Some time alone together, where they didn't have to worry about what anyone else would think, was just what she needed.

The way Mark's arm was curled around her, his hand caressing her arm, said he was on the same page.

She found herself looking forward to being in Mark's house again. It was a place as restful as her cabin, although on a much larger scale.

It had the advantage of being more airport-friendly, she had to admit, as Mark's truck turned into the drive barely 40 minutes after they landed in Houston.

This time, she didn't need his help getting out of the truck, although he took charge of lifting their bags down.

Lizzie met them at the front door, smiling warmly at Harley. "Well hello there, shug - sure is good to see you back here!"

Harley smiled back. "It's nice to be back, thanks Lizzie."

Exchanging a glance with Mark, Lizzie just nodded. "I'll let you get situated then."

She bustled off towards the kitchen, and Mark bent down to Harley, his voice low in her ear. "Next stop, my bedroom, Kate."

Harley chuckled and murmured back, "Aww, and here I was looking forward to the guest room again!"

Mark led the way to the double doors of the master suite, chuckling himself.

Once they were inside, with the doors closed behind them, Mark pulled her into his arms. "You can stay in the guest room if you really want."

She wound her arms up around his neck. "Hmm, tough choice. But I think I'd rather stay in here with you, Mark."

He bent his head to kiss her, holding her close.

As their lips parted, she smiled up at him, her fingers lightly stroking the back of his neck. "Keep doing that and you're never getting me out of here."

His hands rested at the small of her back. "Sold!"

Eventually, they did move apart, and Mark lifted her case to one of the chairs so she could reach it more easily, while he unpacked his own case. She took out her travel pack and headed for where Mark had pointed out the bathroom.

She paused in the doorway and gave a low whistle. "Good Lord almighty!"

Mark came up behind her, one hand on her shoulder. "Something wrong, Kate?"

Pretty much the whole bathroom had her gobsmacked, mostly at its sheer size - she'd never seen a bathroom big enough to house what looked to her like a whole gym before - but she pointed at the gigantic marble bathtub.

"I hope you're a trained lifeguard, Mark, because I'd be afraid of drowning in a tub that big!"

He laughed. "I promise to keep you safe in the bathtub, sweetheart."

Once she was over her surprise, she turned to him with a grin. "Well that's good, because I'm gettin' ideas about you and that bathtub!"

He pulled her close. "Anything like your ideas about me in the shower?"

"Maybe," she admitted.

It was his turn to grin. "Hot damn!"

She winked at him.


Once again, Lizzie did them proud with a generous lunch, which she set out for them on the patio. And proving that she was not only a very capable housekeeper but also one blessed with a good sense of discretion, she disappeared not long after Harley and Mark sat down.

The sound of Jake's truck meant they were truly alone, and both of them relaxed. Harley had to admit, it was nice to have someone take over the cooking, though.

What was even nicer was being backed into the master suite with kisses once lunch was cleared away.

It had been days since they'd done anything but actually sleep in bed, so it was no surprise that both of them were eager, making short work of their clothes.

Mark lifted her onto the bed once he'd pulled the covers back haphazardly, and she reached for him eagerly, pulling him into a heated kiss as he lay down with her.

He pulled her close as his tongue delved deeply into her mouth. It didn't matter how hungry for her he was, he wasn't about to give up the delights of foreplay. It was still far too new and exciting for that.

The way she responded to his touch, her back arching, pressing closer to him. The sounds she made, soft sighs and moans that turned him on so fiercely. And that was nothing compared to the feel of her hands on him.

For her part, Harley was fast discovering an addiction to touching Mark. After what felt like an eternity of being hands off, she was revelling in the joys of caressing and fondling, as her hands explored his big body.

It didn't take long for the combination of her touch and her responsiveness to his caresses to take Mark to the point where foreplay was no longer enough.

He eased her onto her back and moved to cover her, careful not to rest his weight on her as he leaned down to nuzzle at her neck. She arched her head back with a low sound of pleasure, her hands caressing his chest above her.

She wrapped one leg around his hip, her voice husky. "Oh, I'm liking this a whole lot."

He caught her lips with his, kissing her deeply. "I promise to be careful, Kate."

She smiled up at him, her hand on his cheek. "I trust you, Mark."

He rested on one hand, reaching down to take himself in hand. She echoed his moan as he rubbed the head of his cock along her soft folds.

He inched inside her slowly, revelling in the sensations. It took a pleasurable eternity for him to sink fully into her.

Harley ran her hands lightly over his arms. He held himself over her on outstretched arms, obviously so that none of his weight rested on her.

It meant that the only contact between their bodies was his hips as they pressed to hers. And while that and the feel of his hard thickness inside her were nothing short of blissful, she couldn't help her need to touch him.

She drew her knees up so that her thighs brushed his with every move. He moaned in approval, because it also made her tighter around him.

Her hands caressed his chest and shoulders as she looked up at him. His eyes locked with hers, which was hugely erotic, somehow. Feeling him sliding in and out of her while his eyes caught hers the way they always did. It was more intimate than any touch.

Days without her, without this, had sharpened Mark's hunger. Even so, he couldn't ignore Harley's needs. He shifted and rolled his hips, waiting for that sweet clench that told him he'd found what she liked.

Which didn't take long. Harley dug her nails into his arms with a helpless moan and rocked her hips up to his. With a clench that had him grinding into her with a moan of his own.

"More!" she panted.

It wasn't like he needed to be asked. His hips continued their slow pace, because he wanted to enjoy this as long as he could.

She rocked her hips under him languidly, matching his rhythm. Her hands moved over his chest in gentle caresses. She brushed her palms over his nipples and he moaned, pressing into her harder with his next thrust.

Arching her back, one hand slipped down to his waist, urging him on. Which would always be one of his turn ons, he thought as he made his thrusts harder, although he kept the pace slow.

She moaned in approval and wrapped one leg around his hip. Her hand still moved over his chest, every so often teasing at his nipples.

He ground his hips into hers with a low moan, and she clenched around him with panted words of encouragement.

He could feel her tightening around him, and her hips rocked up to his more insistently. Concentrating on her made it easier for him to stay in control of himself.

Her eyes widened a split second before she cried out as her orgasm swept through her. Her hips bucked and he could feel the rippling spasms of her inner walls.

He managed only one more thrust before he was straining into her with his own release, giving a loud groan of pleasure.

He panted harshly for a moment, still propped over her. Then he lowered himself carefully to his elbows. His body covered hers for a moment, and she made a sound of pleasure at the feel of his skin on hers.

Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled carefully onto his side. Her leg remaining wrapped around his hip, she nudged her hips to his, feeling him still inside her.

She nuzzled her nose to his and murmured, "Liking this a whole lot."

He stroked his hands gently over her back. She wriggled against him, pressing even closer. She could feel the soft prickle of his pubic hair against her belly.

With a low moan, he nuzzled her neck. "You keep wriggling like that, and I'm going to have to take steps, sweetheart."

She draped her leg higher, almost at his waist, and nudged her hips to his. "What kind of steps?"

His hands moved to her lower back, pulling her more fully into him as he rolled his hips. He was still rock hard inside of her.

"The kind of steps that lead to you moaning my name and clawing my back, hopefully." He kissed behind her ear.

She ground her hips to his. "What a dreadful idea."

He chuckled, nuzzling at her neck again. "Yeah, I can tell you hate it."

She pulled back just enough to look into his face. She was about to speak, but instead she took his face in both her hands and kissed him deeply.

When their lips parted, she was breathless. He could feel the flutter of her belly against his.

Which sent his desire into overdrive. One hand moved to cup her hip as he drew his own hips back and then snapped them forward.

She gave a whimpered moan and hooked her leg up around his waist, her heel pressed into his lower back as she rocked her hips into his.

He buried his face in her neck, panting heavily as his hips pistoned to hers. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him.

The press of her breasts to his chest had him moaning deep in his throat, and he ground his hips to hers with a hard thrust as he pulled her more tightly to him.

She gasped, clenching around him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He growled in approval, his lips marking a hot path along her neck as he continued his deep thrusts.

His threat notwithstanding, Mark hadn't really thought he'd be able to finish again so quickly. But to his surprise, it appeared that was definitely on the cards.

From the way Harley was tightening around him, and the sounds she was making, she was close too.

That was good, because he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to last. He clutched her tighter, his breathing harsh in her ear.

That sent her over the edge. The way he had her pulled in tight to him, the sound of his heavy breathing as he drove into her over and over - she didn't think anyone had ever wanted her so much. Or had known her body so well, known what turned her on. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her hips bucked hard to his, reduced to helpless keening sounds.

He made only a few more thrusts before his hips pressed hard to hers. Her inner walls, still spasming from her orgasm, milked him.

For long moments, they both lay panting. Harley was the first to recover. Her hands smoothed his hair back from his face as she whispered, "Oh God, Mark . . . "

At her words, his hips jerked, and she felt a second spurt inside her as he groaned.

Mark buried his face in her neck, and she could feel him trembling. She held him close, her hands smoothing over his back gently.

Gradually, his shuddering stopped, and he raised his head, looking at her. He brushed his lips gently to hers.

"Been a damn long time since a woman's been able to make me do that, Kate."

She stroked her fingers through his hair. "I'm taking that as one helluva compliment."

Now that he was somewhat recovered, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her very close. He was so sensitive right now, he wasn't game to try pulling out. Fortunately, she didn't seem to mind.

Funny - last week, he'd been careful to give her time to get used to having him in her space. But he'd had no problem feeling comfortable with having her in his space.

He cuddled her against him, thinking about this. It wasn't like he was used to having women in his bed - not lately, anyway. Lina had hated how quiet his house was, and how far out of town it was. So she'd spent very little time here. And before her, he'd been determinedly single after a series of disastrous relationships.

Was it that he and Harley had been friends first, he wondered. Or that, after last week, they were already comfortable around one another?

Not that it mattered in the slightest. Except that he'd been able to get her into bed as soon as possible.

But even that managed to surprise him. He knew he was back to starving for her, but twice in a row? He'd thought those days were long past him.

Nestled in his arms, Harley was blissfully almost beyond thought. Her body still hummed with pleasure. Mark's thick shaft inside her felt all kinds of good. But the best part was feeling his arms around her. The warmth of his skin against hers, under her cheek where her face was nuzzled into his neck. Being surrounded by that deep warm smell of him. She didn't care if they never left this bed.


Waking from a doze some indeterminate time later, Harley took a moment to orient herself. Mark slept beside her, still on his side. His arm was over her where she'd cuddled in beside him.

All kinds of good, right there, but she needed the bathroom. She eased away from him carefully, not wanting to wake him, and made her way to the bathroom.

Which still boggled her with its size. Coming back to the bedroom, she stopped, breath caught in her throat as she looked at Mark.

He'd rolled onto his back, and she didn't think she'd ever seen a more luscious sight than his naked body.

She wanted to start at his toes and kiss and nibble her way from there to his lips, not missing a single inch of him. The only thing stopping her was not wanting to wake him. They'd had an early start that morning.

The beautiful thing was that it would wait - she didn't think she'd be getting over her fascination with his body any time soon.

That settled, she climbed back onto the bed and snuggled herself into his side carefully. She rested her head on his shoulder and told herself she'd be happy just looking at him.

Having been hands off during the week at work, though, meant her hands themselves had other ideas. Before she knew it, they were moving over his chest and arms in the gentlest of touches.

The stubble on his chest still delighted her in an odd way. Her questing fingers used it to map where his chest hair grew, and her mind helpfully provided a picture of what that might look like unshaven.

It was a good picture.

Good enough that her erogenous zones lit up like a Christmas tree imagining it. Every last one of them.

She bit down on a whimper and fought not to rub herself against him like a cat in heat. She had never met a man who affected her this way.

He made a sleepy sound and wrapped one big arm around her.

She turned her head to look at his face, giving him a slightly abashed smile. "Sorry if I woke you."

His hand stroked slowly over her lower back. "Not a problem," he drawled lazily.

She leaned up to kiss him, her hand going back to its caressing.

He pulled her closer, and sounded a little more awake when their lips parted. "For the record, you can wake me that way any old time you please, sweetheart."

Chuckling, she nuzzled her nose to his. "Giving my kisses the official stamp of approval - I like it!"

"Oh, I like your kisses plenty, Kate, don't you worry. But I was talking about the way you were touching me."

"I wasn't doing anything special, Mark," she murmured, brushing her lips lightly to his.

"Darlin', you got no idea the hours I spent wondering how it would feel to have your hands on me. And I have to say the reality is way better than I imagined. So you go right on ahead doing nothin' special - it'll make me a very happy man."

"Dangerous thing to tell me, Mark - I really don't need an excuse to have my hands on you more."

He laughed and patted her ass. "And I just hate that idea!"

She made a contented sound and lay her head on his chest, her hand stroking along his side. "Laying here all sexually satisfied and my man gives me carte blanche on the whole fondling thing? Can't see how it gets any better than this."

His fingers traced slowly along her spine. "Going to settle for just satisfied? I was thinking we'd go for all out sexual exhaustion myself."

She lifted her head to look at him.

He grinned and tapped a fingertip playfully to her nose. "First time you were here, you wondered how you could be tired after spending three days in bed. Figured I could show you."

Laughing, she pretended to bite his finger. "Ah, given I'm supposed to work with electricity, fire and explosives in a few days, do you think that's wise?"

He assumed a thoughtful expression. "If I let you sleep the night before we go back to work?"

She leaned up to kiss him. "Sold - with one condition."

He pulled her closer. "And what might that be?"

Her hand trailed down to his hip. "I get to keep you naked."

"So we're back to that are we?"

Her fingers traced lazy circles over his skin. "Don't recall leaving it, actually. Always going to be my preference, Mark."

"So long as there's some quid pro quo happening," he smiled.

She dropped a kiss on the centre of his chest. "So that's settled. Now what?"


'What' ended up being a prolonged necking session, further explored the things they liked.

Necking then turned companionably into cuddling and talking with no awkwardness.

How had she never realized how nice that could be, Harley wondered, her head pillowed on Mark's shoulder. Lust versus hunger again. And friendship.

Plus she was getting to look at him naked. Did he not fully appreciate how well put together he was?

Besides, after weeks of wondering what he looked like, and being intensely frustrated by not being able to touch him, she had a lot of catching up to do.

So yes, she was supremely content as her fingers traced the curve of his pec.

As he'd told her earlier, Mark was never going to object to her touch. Those capable hands did feel wonderful on his body.

And holding her close - well he definitely wasn't getting tired of that. His hand moved gently over her back.

Once darkness fell, he rose, going over to start a fire. Harley sat up, watching him. The man had such grace about him, she thought. Plus, the sight of him in the flickering firelight was all kinds of good.

So good that she found herself scooting off the bed and going over to join him.

Mark felt a gentle hand on his shoulder as he moved the firescreen back into place. He smiled over his shoulder at her.

"Give me a second to wash up, sweetheart, and I'm all yours."

"I like the sound of that," she smiled back.

When he returned, he held a hand out to her as he headed to the armchair in front of the fire. She came willingly, and they settled into the oversized chair together.

"I think I've been here before," she murmured, snuggling more into his side.

He rested his cheek on her head. "No storm frightening you this time, though."

She laughed softly, remembering. "And you aren't going to have to ask me if I want to sleep in here either."

"I know, darlin'," he said quietly.


After dinner, to Mark's amusement, Harley was right back to getting him naked again. She'd relented and allowed him to don a robe in the kitchen, while she put on his discarded t-shirt.

She was turning those blue eyes on him, which wasn't playing fair. Especially while she was looking so damned cute in his t-shirt.

"Hmm," he murmured, stroking his goatee as he assumed a thoughtful expression. "I got an idea."

"Involving you getting naked?" she prompted with a grin.

"I'd tell you to keep your pants on, woman, only you aren't wearing any!"

Harley was unfazed. "So, this idea? You getting naked and . . . " she said hopefully.

He laughed. "The idea is that you go and start the water running in the tub. I'll be along in a bit."

"The tub?" Her eyes lit up. "You have to get naked to get in the tub!" She gave him another grin and raced off towards the bedroom.

When he walked into the bathroom a few minutes later, Harley was sitting on the edge of the tub, testing the water temperature with one hand.

He came over to her, carrying two glasses of wine, and leaned down to kiss her lightly.

She smiled up at him. "So far, this idea of yours is pretty good, Mark."

"Oh, you ain't seen nothin' yet, Kate," he said, setting the glasses down.

She was puzzled when he left the bathroom again a moment later. But she smiled when the music started from speakers set into the corners of the bathroom ceiling, and he reappeared in the doorway.

"You laying your best seduction moved on me?" she asked.

His hand went to the dimmer switch and he lowered the lighting. "Yep."

She rose to her feet. "Well?"

He laughed, coming over to her. His hand cupped her face gently. "Now is where I see if I can talk you out of your clothes."

"Seeing as how my clothes are actually yours, it shouldn't be hard." Her voice was low as she looked up at him.

"And you know that seeing you in my clothes makes me want to get you out of them."

She just nodded.

He bent and caught her lips in a slow kiss, his tongue tracing her mouth before delving inside as she opened for him.

And she was so lost in the kiss that she didn't even notice as he pushed the t-shirt up to her neck. The second their lips parted, his hands lifted her unresisting arms and he had the t-shirt off before she could even blink in surprise.

He chuckled at her expression, kissing her lightly. "Sneaky bastard, remember?"

Proving she was no slouch in the sneaky stakes, she had his robe untied a moment later, parting it to run her hands over his chest. "Oh yeah, I remember."

He shrugged the robe off and pulled her against him. "Long soak in the tub with a drink is usually how I relax. Remains to be seen if a pretty woman added to the mix will help or hinder the process."

She smiled up at him, her hands on his chest. "Relaxing sounds real good to me."

He moved away from her and turned his attention to the tub. She had seen the jets studded along the side, but instead of the the usual spa bubbling, the water began to move far more gently. She looked at him curiously.

Stepping into the tub, he held out a hand to her. "Heat pump, darlin' - it'll keep the water warm as long as we want."

She chuckled as she took his hand and joined him in the water. "Now that is a right clever idea!"

He lay back in the tub, giving a sigh of pleasure as she settled beside him. He handed her a glass and raised his own in a toast.

"Here's to relaxing, Kate."

She touched her glass very lightly to his. "Amen to that, Mark."

They talked quietly, sipping their wine. The hot water soothed whatever lingering aches and pains Mark was carrying from the week, as it usually did. Having Harley nestled into his side soothed his mind. It was a far cry from the time when it seemed she'd been a constant pain in his ass, he had to admit.

Cuddled into his side, Harley was very content - especially as she was getting to look at him all she wanted. And while a part of her mind was intrigued with the notion of making love in this big tub, she had to conceded that tonight wasn't going to be the night. She was too tired for that. Didn't mean it wasn't on her agenda for some other time though.

That pleasant thought occupied her as she snuggled closer. Her eyes drifted closed.

Mark rescued her wine glass a few moments before it slipped completely from her fingers. Setting it on the edge of the tub behind his head, he kissed her temple.

"Come on, darlin', time for bed."

She made a sleepy sound as he set his own wine glass down.

He helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel before grabbing one for himself.

She smiled at him as she dried off. "That tub does a real good job at relaxing."

He scooped her up in his arms a few moments later, and carried her into the bedroom, pausing in the bathroom doorway for her to flick off the lights.

Before long, they were in bed together, the room lit only by the flickering flames in the fireplace. Harley lay on her side, facing him. He tucked her hair behind her ear gently and leaned in to kiss her.

"Goodnight, darlin'."

She smiled, bringing her own hand up to caress his face. "Goodnight, Mark."

Her eyes closed moments later. He lay for a few minutes, watching her. This had been a long time coming, but that just made him appreciate it more.

He lay back and closed his own eyes, smiling as he fell asleep.


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