A night with the undertaker

MORE THAN JUST A PASSING GLANCE

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine.

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I've always admired him. Through his days of being Mean Mark Calloway to his days of being The Phenom, and even now after his Lord of Darkness days. I still and probably will always admire him.

There's nothing about him that doesn't....to use one of Adam's phrases...reek of awesomeness.

He's a beautiful person, excuse me...a beautiful Greek God.

From his shiney red hair, to his smooth, yet, callousy fingers, he's one beautiful man.

It's just too bad that the only time I've ever felt his hands on me is when he's had to give me the last ride.

God, what rides I could do to him......

"Amy?"

I jump, startled, closing the journal that I have laid out in front of me, before turning around to see who the person is that scared me. "Geezus Jeff, you scared the living shit outta me."

Amused, Jeff eyes me curiously, before moving his eyes downwards to my hands, where the journal, that I write all of my thoughts and feelings in, is placed. "Writing about anyone in particular?"

Even though I know he's either playing around with me or thinks that I was writing about his brother, Matt, I still can feel a blush take over my face, one deeper than any other blush Jeff has ever caused me. "Why would you think that?"

Once again, he eyes me and my journal curiously, only this time he takes it a step further by moving towards me, causing me to take a step backwards and move the journal behind my back, as well. "What are you doing here, Jeff? Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for your match?"

He smiles at me slyly, and takes another step forward. "My match isn't for another hour, and ya know, if I didn't know you so well, Amy, I'd think you were trying to get rid of me."

"No...I just-" I begin, taking another step backwards, thinking quickly before I continue, "I just figured you'd want to wait out by the curtains and watch Matt's match against Bubba Dudley, you know just in case D-von tries to run in and interfere. Y'know."

As soon as the words leave my mouth and I hear myself repeating and stuttering as well, I know for sure that he doesn't believe me, but thankfully as I see disappointment flash through his eyes, disappointment from knowing he cannot tease me anymore at the moment, I know for certain that he will be leaving soon.

"Okay, you've won this round, Ames, but you wait and see. I'll get that journal, and your secrets will be revealed. Oh yes, they will be revealed."

With that being said, he gives me one last look before pivoting around and leaving the room and my slight laughter behind.

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It's around midnight when I open the door to my hotel suite and even though my night was pretty damn uneventful, I can't help but let out a loud yawn as I approach, and then lye down, on my comfortable bed. "Damn shame that I let Jeff and Matt talk me into going out tonight."

Letting out a soft groan, I will myself to get off the bed, and make a beeline to the bathroom.

As soon as I get in there, I mentally calculate how long I have until Jeff will be ready to go. Knowing him and his hair, I figure I have about thirty to forty minutes, and decide I can take a much-anticipated bubble bath.

Stripping down to my thong, I get down on my knees and bend over the side of the tub; reaching down to put the stop plug in place before I start the bath water, making sure it's not too hot, and not too cold.

Standing back up, I take the rest of my clothing off, and prepare to get in the tub, but stop and groan as I hear someone knocking on my door. "I swear to God, I'm going to kill that kid."

Seeing that I didn't bring any clothes in with me, I quickly wrap a towel around me, before racing out of the bathroom, and hurrying to the door, preparing to give Jeff a piece of my mind.

"What the hell are you-" I start to say, as I open the door, but stop myself, and look up startled when I realize it's not Jeff at the door, but...."Taker?"

Standing in front of me looking just as good as he always does in a black wife beater, black leather pants, and a black bandana is none other than Mark Calloway..also known as the Undertaker..and also known as the man of my dreams.

"Y'ever hear that saying closee your mouth before something flies in?"

Snapping out of my thoughts, I stare at him confusingly until I realize that my mouth is still in the shape of an O.

Laughing nervously, and blushing furiously as well, I open my mouth in hopes of redeeming myself, but I know I can't. "Sorry about that, I'm not usually this...nevermind, can I help you?"

At seeing my nervousness, Mark chuckles a little, causing me to blush harder than I ever have before, but not as hard as I do when the answer to my question comes out of his mouth.

"In more ways than one."

As he says this, I can't help but notice his eyes traveling downwards on me, first with curiosity, then with approval, afterwards settling on something that I can't quite put my finger on.

"Seems Mr.McMahon got our books mixed up."

I stare at him confused, once again, until I notice that he's not looking down at me anymore, but down at something else, and after a second, I advert my eyes downwards as well, finally noticing the book he has in his hands; my upcoming storylines book.

Taking it from him, I accidentally graze my hand across his, shivering as I feel a bolt of electricity run through my body.

"Let me um, go get yours." I say, as soon as my voice comes back to me, and then as quickly as I ran to the door earlier, I move across the room towards the bed, where his book is, knowing that if I don't get away from him, I might do something more embarrassing than I did before...like jump on him, and make him mine for the night.

"Here it is." I say, picking his book up from the bed, before making my way back over to him, and handing it to him. "Anything else that I can help you with?"

"Actually, there is one thing. A question."

Waiting for him to continue, I can't help but take in a sharp breath of air, and let it out while shivering as he moves one of his hands from the side of him, to my shoulder, where he lightly trails his fingertips over my tattoo covered skin, and then down my arm, until they hit my elbow, in a seductive manner. "Do you always answer your door with nothing on but a towel."

Quickly regaining my senses at the question, I finally realize that I'm standing in front of the man of my dreams in nothing but a towel, and as he starts to smirk at me, I can't help but wonder what this would look like if anyone passed by my room right now...if Jeff or Matt passed by my room right now. "I'm uhh, we're just about to, I mean, I was just about to take a shower, I mean a soak, I mean a...well, you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Mark says, lightly chuckling once again, before hitting me with a sly smile that makes me, absentmindedly, grip the towel I'm wearing tighter, in fear of me tossing it off, and asking him to have his way with me tonight. "Too bad though, because if you did, I'd be forced to come knocking on your door every night."

Is he flirting with me? Is the thought that fills my head as soon as he closes his mouth, but just as the realization that he is hits me, he's already turning from me, and walking down the hall.