Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, but I want 'em!
Distribution: Ask and ye might receive.
Notes: For Carmie and Jeffie
Carm paced in front of the large bay window, wringing her hands. He did this way too often, she thought, worry her for no good reason. Fight two matches in one night! One an unscheduled one-on-one bout with RTC's Val Venis no less!!! When she'd seen him ask Mick Foley for the match, the young woman had damned her father a thousand times over for ordering her to stay home for the PPV because of how sick she'd been and her no-good, risk-taking husband had agreed, knowing full well she would have taken his head off if she'd heard he'd be doing double-duty.
Just then, the glare of the headlights lit the driveway, and she recognized Matt's black Saab. Carm ran to the front door and threw it open. Her heart tightening, her anger melting, she watched him hobble out of the car and wave to Matt as he drove home to his wife, her sister. Jeff looked up then, saw his wife and smiled at her. Carm ordered herself not to move, knowing full well that his pride was at stake, that he had to make it to her on his own, without her help.
"Hey," he said, finally coming to a halt in front of her, "I missed you."
"Me too. Come on in."
Jeff dropped his bag by the door and sat down on the first step of the curving staircase leading up to the second floor, opening his arm to his wife. Carm went to him and sat between his spread legs, enjoying the feel of his chest against her back, his arms around her body.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, burying his face in her hair.
"Good," she said, slightly pushing her elbow into his stomach.
"I know you'd be a bit ticked if you knew about both matches... but, you know me. I hate people telling me what to do, what to wear and..."
"Hush Jeff. I know. I understand. I'm mad... well, I was mad at you but..."
"But?"
"I'm not mad anymore. You more than held up your own out there."
"You're proud of me?"
"Yeah. You did good. But I am worried."
"About what?"
"That you got hurt," she said, turning to him with a smile.
"Well," he drawled, "I'm not in tip top shape."
"And I'm going to make it all better," she whispered, standing up and starting up the stairs. "Now... follow me."
Minutes later, Jeff was lying on his stomach in their large bed, while Carm, wearing lace panties and a matching bra, was straddling his thighs, rubbing his back with a musky massage oil.
"Dayum baby... thank you so much. That was exactly what I needed."
"Good... your body needs to recuperate."
Carm's fingers molded his skin, massaged it, kneaded his aching muscles, eased away the pain.
"All right," she whispered, moving off him, "turn over."
Jeff obeyed quickly and Carm surprised him when he saw her removing her bra and panties. He smiled at her and waited for her to take off his tight black boxers, which she did with a conspiratorial grin, liberating his erection. His smile broadened as she straddled him again, her telltale moistness coating his hip and thigh.
"Ah dayum Carmie," he sighed, cupping her hips and impaling her on his hard-on.
"Don't move a muscle," she whispered back to him, spreading her hands over his chest sinking the pads of her fingers into his heated skin.
"But baby..."
"Hush baby... please..."
And Carm went on, pushing Jeff closer and closer to the edge with her delicate inner pulses, thrilling his shaft as she massaged him. Finally, his control broke and he flipped her onto her back and took over the lovemaking. Blinking and smiling, Carm opened her arms to him and wrapped her legs around his hips, moving her hips to meet his increasing thrusts.
Morning found them, arms and legs wound tightly around each other, buried under warm blankets.
"I got one question," he said, moving hair out of her face.
"Yeah?"
"If I challenge Undertaker AND Kane tonight, do I get another dose of your tender, loving care?"
"Nuh huh... you get a swift kick in the ass for getting into that kind of trouble, knowing full well she would always have an extra dose of TLC for her Rainbow.