Until Death Do Us Part (Undertaker x reader)

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"I don't-"                                      

"Lying won't help you now. I know. What would your colleagues think of you then?" You open your mouth to speak but no words come out. "Exactly, do we have a deal Y/n?"

You think for a second, would anyone really be too bothered if they knew?
It wouldn't get too far in terms of people finding out.
Only people in the company would find out, but that means Vince would find out and that can only be a bad thing.
You don't need him bringing that up on air.

"Fine. It's a deal"

"Excellent, you may go" you shake your head as you walk out of the room, now you're really screwed.
You feel ask if you've made a mistake, but you can't go back on it now, and if you do you might put your secret in the danger zone of being found out.

You let out a squeal as you bump into something, feeling yourself falling backwards you close your eyes.
You feel two arms wrap around you and hold you up, slowly you open your eyes, finding they meet the green eyes belonging to the Undertaker.

"This is.." you think for a second, deciding romantic isn't the best word to use, "nice" you catch a baffled look flash in his eyes as he pulls you back to your feet, but decide to mention nothing of it.

"Are you okay?" he asks, giving you a once over just to check.
"Yeah" you say, mind elsewhere.

Taker gives you a worried look, noticing the fact you're not all there, instead daydreaming about him. "Y/n"

"Yeah?" you ask, shaking your head to clear our thoughts. You make a mental note to stop your mind wandering at every given moment, especially when Undertaker is around.

That's two mental notes in one day. Two!

You look around to see him still looking at you slightly confused, likely because you slipped back into your head rather than remaining at the current time.
You awkwardly glance around, finally deciding to keep your eyes in one place when they reach Undertaker's face once more.

He shakes his head and you swear you see a small smile, but not a moment later any trace of a smile is gone and his face is once more straight.

"Oh!" he flinches at your sudden exclamation. You apologise with a smile, "I said we could go somewhere after, just us, ya' know" Undertaker shoots you a bewildered look, "Let's go back to the hotel, show's about over. You can come to my room and we can maybe spend some time together?"

He nods, and you get the feeling he didn't get the hidden message in it.
With the wave of your right hand the two of you begin to walk down the hall towards the exit to the arena.

The two of you walk the short distance to the hotel in comfortable silence, the streetlights of the city the only thing guiding the two of you.
If it weren't for those lights you may have lost him, tall as he might be night has come around quickly, and darkness envelopes the street, hiding the Undertaker under the dark cloak of night.

You stick close to Undertaker, and he keeps an eye on you, occasionally putting his hand on your lower back, guiding you away from dark alleys or away from other people.

You don't object, quite happy with feeling so safe.
Undertaker opens the hotel door, allowing you to enter first.

You mutter a thank you as he too enters the building, keeping the distance between the two of you short as you make your way over to the front desk.

The receptionist looks up upon hearing you tap your fingers on the desk, jumping back in horror at the sight of you and the ex-mortician behind you.

"I'd like to check into my room please" you say, she nods meekly.
"May I have your name please?" her voice is quiet and laced with fear, so you ensure to answer her as calmly as possible.

"Y/n. Y/n L/n" she nods, typing it into the computer before her and nodding, opening the drawer to her left.
She rummages through it before handing you a key.

"Get that often?" you ask as you unlock the door to your room. Undertaker shrugs, nodding.
You take a hold of his arm, guiding him over to the mirror.

"Well. It isn't every day you see an almost 7 foot man dressed like he's just been to a funeral." You look him up and down.

Undertaker shrugs, looking at himself and his outfit in the mirror.
You watch as he checks his outfit over, probably wondering what is wrong with the choice of clothing.

"I think it suits you, but I bet you'd look better wearing less" you interject.
Taker thinks for a second before taking off his jacket and placing down on the chair in the corner by the mirror.

"Is that better?" he asks. You bite the inside of your lip, nodding.
That wasn't quite what you meant, but it will do.
You take a moment to look at him now, feeling almost the exact same way about him as you did before.

You take a step closer, reaching out and taking a hold of his arm. You move his glove slightly and look at his tattoo.

"You should get some more of these" you begin, "they look really good on your skin" Undertaker raises an eyebrow so you let go of his arm, turning and walking to the other side of your room, sitting on the bed.

"Come join me" you pat the duvet beside you. Hesitantly Undertaker walks over, slowly lowering to be sat beside you, "Let's watch something" you stand quickly and walk to the television, pressing the button to turn it on.
You return back to your seat a moment later, not caring about what you've put on, you just want it on for background noise.

"Do you know what the time is?" Undertakers deep voice startles you and your head springs up from it's position on his shoulder. Frantically your eyes scower the room for a clock.

"11:32" You state, reading the time from the small clock on the bedside table.

"I need to go, Paul-"
"I think Paul knows you're here with me, you can stay you know" you cross your arms, a hopeful expression on your face.

"No. I have to talk with Paul" Taker avoids making eye contact with you, and you think for a second that maybe he just likes you back and has to tell Paul about that.
Once the idea has fully crossed your mind you chuckle, what a silly thought.

"I really have to go" you sigh but nod anyway, if he wants to leave its his choice and there's nothing you can do about it.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" you ask and he nods.
"Sure" he says, opening the door. You take a hold of the handle, keeping the door open. He stands above you, placing one hand on your waist. "Goodnight"

"Goodnight" you reply, voice wobbling a little. His hand leaves your waist, but you can still feel his touch.
You wish he wasn't leaving, you would have liked to stay with your head rested on your shoulder for longer, but time decided to ruin your moment.

Slowly you close the door, Undertaker having disappeared from your sight.

Quickly you shower before bed, getting changed and ready.
As you walk out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom a single article of clothing catches your eye.

On the chair in the corner by the mirror lays a jacket, a black suit jacket.
You walk over to the chair, reaching out and picking up the garment.

The material is surprisingly soft, and before you have chance to think about it you find yourself slipping it on.
You stand in front of the mirror, looking at yourself in the jet black jacket.

For you the jacket is too big, sleeves covering your hands and the jacket itself reaching below where it's supposed to, not by much but by enough to look big.
On Undertaker the fit is perfect, for you, not quite.

You smile to yourself, wrapping the jacket further around your body, his intoxicating scent calming you as you make your way to bed.