Chapter 40

It took an hour before Emery was satisfied with everything she'd packed, knowing if she forgot anything, she could always hit up a local store in the area they were in. Zipping her bag up, she set it by the door, along with her laptop bag, refusing to leave her Alienware at home. She wouldn't use it for work; Vince had bought all new laptops for the writing team recently, so she'd leave her laptop at the hotel. It was hard to believe she was doing this, going back on the road and taking back her lead writer position.

She texted Randy to let him know her decision and Cheryl was ecstatic, but he wasn't allowing her to take any phone calls right now. No stress whatsoever – or the pregnancy wouldn't last and they would lose the baby. Padding down the hallway, Emery turned into the small laundry room and wrapped her arms around Mark's waist from behind, kissing his bare back. He'd taken his shirt off to wash it, which she found both amusing and sexy.

"Need some help?" She asked softly, sliding her hands up and down his abdomen and felt the slight abs against her fingertips he'd developed during his recovery.

"Not with my laundry, I got it." He rumbled, turning to wrap his arms loosely about her, smirking like a Cheshire cat. "Now, if you want to help me wash some other… things…"

Mark wiggled his black eyebrows at her, laughing, a deep thundering laugh, when she giggled. A shower, with her, definitely seemed in order, but before he could even think about suggesting it, the doorbell rang. Of course, it would come in NOW.

"Go get it." He ordered, swatting her backside as he nudged her away. "I'll wrap up here and then we'll discuss the possibility of bathing together."

Narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously, Emery kept the smile on her face and walked out of the laundry room, doing as she was told. She loved him ordering her around and had no idea why. It went back to the whole dominance quality Mark possessed. He didn't dominate every single aspect of her life, but when it came to certain things, she absolutely loved it. Opening the door, a package was given to her followed by the UPS man asking her to sign on his digital contraption. She scrawled her signature on it, thanked him and shut the door, looking down at the package with her name on it.

"I didn't order anything…"

Tilting her head, Emery went to the couch and sat down, beginning to open the package. It didn't come from GameStop, of course she was confused. Snickering, Mark disappeared out into the kitchen, making quick work of the mess they had left behind after that phone call from Cheryl and then abandoning the would-be supper. After tidying up and rinsing off dishes to be washed later, he refilled fresh wine glasses for them and headed back out to the living room, taking her in.

"They're not signed this time…"

Emery couldn't look up at him, staring down at the three comic books that were in plastic, pristine and completely redone. She had destroyed the ones he gave her and regretted it, never thinking he'd get them done for her again. Once again, he surprised her and went above and beyond the normal 'boyfriend' expectations.

"They're beautiful." She murmured, setting them down on the coffee table and tried like hell to blink her tears away, but a few did fall.

He sat down beside her, handing her the glass of wine and Emery snuggled against him, nuzzling his neck. It was time to give him her gift…something she had been working on for a while, even when they were together the first time. Standing, she set her glass on the coffee table and extended her hand.

"Come with me."

Mark wasn't the only one who had a surprise up his sleeve tonight.

She did too.

A bit curious, Mark speculated what she was up to and if it involved leather lingerie and silk rope, which in turn gave him a bit of a hard-on. He stopped Emery from leading him, reaching out to pull her against his rock hard body and tenderly kissed her, using a bit more restraint than he had thought he had. Her lips were soft and eager under his and he felt his own curving into a smile. When the kiss broke, he let her lead him again, feeling more than just a bit inquisitive.

Arriving at the door to her attached garage, which Mark had never gone in, Emery turned to him and the nervousness in her eyes returned. "I felt really bad about what I did to you when we first met. You destroyed a t-shirt that was $20 and I went overboard with the revenge on your bike. When we were first together, I started this project and…I just finished it right before Comic Con." Before his World of Warcraft special event surprise and getting back together with him. "A friend of mine and Frankie's actually did it…and while you went out to the gym yesterday, they brought it here. I was hoping to give this to you before you left tomorrow."

Opening the door, Emery took a deep breath and flipped the switch, revealing a beautiful custom-made Titan motorcycle. The color was a beautiful mixture of light blue and emerald green. If one looked close enough, they would see the different designs within the color such as the Blur logo, his wrestling symbol with the T and X spikes, glasses that signified her. Basically, the bike, like her comic books, showed their entire relationship and what they'd been through in a tasteful, manly way.

All Mark could do was stare at the motorcycle. It felt like hours had passed before he could move, just taking everything in. Finally, his bare feet shuffled forward until he was near the Titan and he began examining it in great detail, pretty much forgetting she was there as he took in everything. Custom made, the paint job, the little extras, he knew this had cost her a pretty penny. Emery had been working on it for months now, adding detail over time as their relationship went on, grew and fell apart. His eyes finally landed on a little etching, a tiny broken heart and knew that was also their… break-up, such as it was.

She had covered absolutely everything.

"Thank you." He finally whispered, voice hoarse with emotion.

Sky blues glittered with tears at his gratitude and the way his voice slightly trembled when thanking her. It was more than enough to stir the emotions up inside of her. "You're welcome." She whispered, not trusting her voice at the moment and leaned in the doorway jam, letting him thoroughly look over the Titan.

Mark had done so much for her, surprising her at every turn and it was a great feeling to know she could do the same thing. The comic books, the World of Warcraft special event that had been made specifically for her, him saving her life from ether poisoning and all the passion-filled, exhausting nights they'd spent in bed together…it all culminated and what their relationship was built on. From the moment he came to visit her and kissed her, even if it was to scare Cindy off, Emery had loved him. Hatred had gone along with that love, but in the end love truly won out. Honestly, she'd never done this for a man before, this big of a gesture, so Emery was extremely nervous to reveal this to him.

"I'm glad you like it. I…I didn't know if you would…"

"Hush, you're ruining my moment." Mark walked over to kiss away her tears before resuming inspection on the Titan, finally turning to face Emery. "Let's take it for a test drive, darlin'." All thoughts of everything else were gone. He wanted to take her out, on the motorcycle, and put it through its paces. Right now. "I want to try her out, with you."

The excitement in his eyes made her heart pound and she could only nod, looking down at what she was wearing. "You need a shirt then and I need jeans." Cotton shorts were NOT proper motorcycle riding attire, at all.

Mark was hot on her trail as well, needing to put a shirt on since he already had jeans. Pulling out a faded pair of skinny blue jeans, Emery slipped them on and looked down at the red tank top, shrugging, deciding to leave it. She had left her hair down throughout the day, but now it was time to braid it back since Mark wanted to really open his new toy up. Slipping her black steel toed boots on, Emery joined Mark in the garage about 20 minutes later and watched him admire the Titan in the doorway again.

"You ready to break her in?"

"Darlin', tonight I'm breaking you both in." He growled in a dark promise, snatching her up, devouring her mouth with his hungrily. Recovery time was over as far as Mark was concerned and it felt like ages since the last time they had been together in that manner. He was more than ready, willing and able to remedy this tragedy. "Come on, Queenie." He lifted her up onto the Titan, taking a step back to admire the view and let out a low whistle. "Delicious."

Her contacts were back in due to the fear of her glasses flying off during the ride, which had been the main reason why she took more time than necessary to get ready. "Looking forward to it, Deadman." Emery purred, patting the pure leather seat of the motorcycle and heard him growl again.

Once he mounted in front of her, her arms wrapped around his waist, the garage door already open and closed her eyes the moment he fired the Titan. It rumbled and roared, vibrating every portion of their bodies. All they'd had since reconciling was make out sessions, some more heavy than others, but Emery had been adamant about no sex due to his recovery. Now that he'd gotten clearance, she knew Mark wouldn't hold back and shivered with anticipation, kissing his t-shirt covered back. When they were on the road, Mark sped up a lot to open up the Titan and Emery squealed, enjoying the adrenaline rush.

Against his desires, he reigned it in, determined to take her through her paces. Custom built motorcycle… he shook his head, eyes narrowed as he surveyed the traffic. It wasn't too late, so… many people were making the commutes home. Mark headed towards the highway, beginning to smile as he remembered the first time he had taken Emery on a joyride. More like he had kidnapped her and taken her out to scare her. That hadn't gone as planned because she was a bit of an adrenaline junkie.

The sound this bike made was beautiful and the way it turned was flawless. Her friend had done an exceptional job on it. Emery would've taken it out of his ass if he hadn't considering how much she paid for it. Mark would never find that amount out either. From the moment they decided to be more than friends – friends with benefits exclusively – Emery began this project for him because she really did regret spray painting his custom motorcycle. Hopefully now, this one would completely make up for what she did. Releasing him, she stretched her arms in the air while he sped down the highway and enjoyed the wind whipping across the face, not a hint of fear on her face. It'd been so long since she did something like this and knew it was even better because of the company.

Given he knew how time consuming buffing out scratches and damage to a paint job, on top of redoing the detailing was… Mark definitely appreciated the fine craftsmanship on the paint job alone. He had fixed his Titan after the damage to it, spending quite a bit of his scarce free time doing it, but had never touched the bike since. On a clear stretch of highway, he gunned it, pushing the Titan to its speed limits and breaking point, hearing her laugh of delight ringing in his ears.

Emery had no idea how long they were on the road, but once he pulled into the driveway of her house, the ride had unfortunately ended. Both had to be up at an ungodly morning hour for their flight to Raw. They definitely had to do this more often on their days off because she loved riding with him. Only him. She slid her hands up his back to his shoulders and back down, looking around at where they were. He dismounted, extending his hand to her and Emery took it without hesitation, getting off the Titan with ease.

"Oh wow…" Her legs were trembling from the vibrations of the Titan and smiled, sky blues sparkling up at him. "So what do you think? You can leave it here, you know, when we come back here so you have a motorcycle to ride around the area. Only if you want though." She wouldn't mind if he took it back to Texas to put with his collection.

"Can I move into your garage?" He asked sweetly, grinning at the look on Emery's face. It was a garage, but it was clean, orderly and he got the impression she spent very little time out there. Made sense, she had her video games, computer, writing… "Come on, darlin', we'll put my dresser out there. I'll bring some of my tools and chests." He was picking on her, but he couldn't tell if she knew that or not. "Emery?"

She couldn't keep a straight face any longer and burst out laughing, shaking her head at him. "Sure, sure you can have the garage. By all means, I don't use it anyway. Though, I wouldn't recommend putting your dresser out here." When he asked why, she smirked with wicked sky blues. "Well, unless you want lizards and other creatures, like scorpions, in your stuff…by all means. I'll leave that decision up to you though." Smacking his chest playfully, she walked past him into the house to take her boots off…and try to get the trembling in her thighs to go away.

Not bothered in the least by the thought of scorpions, Texas had at least eighteen different species. Mark was used to those creepy crawlies. He eyeballed the garage, taking note of what he would change and had to shake his head when he realized he was mentally planning this as his. Snorting, he followed her inside, planning on keeping those thighs of hers trembling with him between them.

Just as she slid the jeans off and kicked them to the side, Mark made his presence felt, but didn't make a grab for her. She had red cotton panties on with the red tank top and a red bra beneath. It was going on 10 PM and they had to get some sleep for tomorrow's traveling. She'd taken her hair out of the braid it was in, so it was somewhat crimped while she pulled the blanket back on the bed. Feeling eyes on her, Emery looked up and smiled at the sight of him standing in her doorway.

"We need to get some sleep since we have to be up at 5 AM." The flight left at 8 AM, so they would have exactly one hour to get to the airport in order to go through security.

"You'll sleep on the plane." He enlightened her, his voice dropping to a dark timbre and reached out, gripping her by the waist lifting her up, feeling Emery automatically encircle her legs around him. "You'll also sleep very, very well." Mark promised, capturing her lips with his.

If there was one man on the planet she'd want to acquiescent to in every way – heart, mind, body and soul – it was Mark Calaway.

Then, now and forever.

The End.

**Thank you everyone who enjoyed and reviewed this story! A couple things I want to pinpoint on - Matthew left the company, so in a way Emery did win and get her revenge that way. As far as Batista goes, she gained her revenge through him with the fight at Backlash, so that was closed, as far as I'm concerned. Sometimes, revenge isn't received the way you want it, but she did get it regardless by having that puke run from the company like a coward. Again, thank you for all the reviews - I love you all and will be posting a new story soon!**