Night Rhythms
Alicia could feel her mind clear and her muscles relax under the pounding pressure of the hot water. Tilting her head back, she let the water run through her hair. Reaching for the small bottle of hotel shampoo, she washed her hair slowly, savoring the soothing heat of the water. She showered for only a few minutes, not wanting to barge in on Mark more that she already has.
Turning the water off, she stepped out of the shower into the large bathroom with two sinks, double shower and hottub. She reached for one of the white towels that rested on a wicker table and dried herself off in a hurry, not wanting to hog the bathroom. Once finished, she neatly folded it and put it on the bottom shelf of the table. She quickly dressed it the black shirt with the unusual symbol on it. She refrained from putting her undergarments on since they were dirty and by some miracle her bags were returned to the hotel. Wiping away the steam on the mirror above the sinks she looked at the girl in the mirror. She was anything but presentable. Looking around the bathroom, she saw two bathrobes hanging on a brass hook just behind the bathroom door. She lifted one up off the hook and wrapped it around her, tying the belt around her waist. Taking a deep breath, she opened the bathroom door.
The Undertaker found himself trying not to join his angel in the bathroom and ended up pacing the length of the room in frustration. He could stop himself from joining his angel, but he could not stop his mind from thinking of the treasures that lay just behind that bathroom door.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the bathroom door open. He only looked up when he felt her gaze in him and immediately forgot to breathe.
'By the Darkside. . .' He thought as he looked at his beautiful angel.
Her long black hair was damp and hanging freely down her back, as if inviting him to run his hands through it. She wore a white bathrobe that was much to big for her tiny frame and pooled at her delicate feet. One of her small hands held the gaping neckline of the robe closed, trying to keep a bit of modesty between them. He looked up to her face and her blue eyes told him that she had seen his reaction to her.
"Did you have any luck finding a room?" She asked, breaking the silence between them.
"No I did not. I am sorry." He replied quietly.
Alicia sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor. "It's all right. It's not your fault." She looked up at him. "You took me in helped me out. If Val wouldn't have canceled my room, I could be there now."
"Would you like me to break his neck for you?" He hadn't of meant to say the words out loud, but it was too late to take them back.
Alicia smiled and giggled softly. "I don't think that is nessary. I have bigger problems at the moment." She looked down at her robe. "Not exactly approtate attire for sleeping on a hotel bench, but it looks like I'm out of options."
There was no way he was going to let her sleep on a hotel bench. "You can sleep here for the night."
"But there is only one bed!"
He pointed at one of the chairs that sat in the corner of the room. She misunderstood him and thought that he wanted her to sleep in a chair. "If I did sleep here, I think I'd prefer a blanket and the floor over a chair."
He almost smiled, but was able to stop himself. "No. I will sleep in the chair and you will take the bed."
"No Mark. This is your room. You have given me so much already and I don't want to impose."
"Alicia . . ."
"Mark I insist." She said in a voice that made him smile no matter how much he tried not to. Before he could say anything, she walked to the chair and promptly sat down. She cast him a sideways glance to tell him that this was going to be the way it was going to be, weather he liked it or not.
He admired her for taking charge like that, but there was no chance he was going to let her sleep in that chair all night. Retreating to the bathroom, he showered as well, the water still hot. He usually didn't take exceptionally long showers, but this time he did. He wanted to be sure that when he was finished, he would find her asleep. After drying off and dressing in his sweat pants, he slowly opened the bathroom door to be greeted by a dark room. He turned the bathroom light off and walked slowly through the moonlight to Alicia's sleeping form. Her body was bent at a painful looking angle and her head was lying on the table, using her arms as a makeshift pillow.
He carefully scooped her up in her arms and brought her against his chest as he carried her to the large bed. Pulling the blanket back, he slowly set her on the bed, robe and all. He rounded the bed and climbed in on the other side. After pulling the blankets over them, he pulled her to him. Her back faced him and he bent his knees to fit in the bend of hers after he wrapped his arms around her waist, burying them in the robe. The feeling of the fluffy robe against his skin made his mind fly with the thought of his angel was here with him. His nose burrowed in her damp hair and breathed in deeply her scent. He was going to find it hard to sleep this night.
As Alicia and Mark slept, two very angry individuals talked about them and how to get Alicia as far away from the World Wrestling Federation as possible.
Copyright 2000 by Lady Serria