A League of Their Own

4

From the back of Marks Harley I looked around the surprisingly empty streets. I loosened my grip and leaned as far back as my arms would let me enjoy the flying feeling. "Baby doll?" He yelled over the engine. "Yes love?" I yelled back. With my eyes closed and a smile graced my lips. "Do you wanna come with me on tour?" He asked so suddenly, it took me a moment to register what he had in fact asked. "Oh My,... ARE YOU serious!!" I screamed happily, "Of course!!" I squealed maneuvering myself around to the front, straddling his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "What made you ask?" I asked happily. I felt him shrug as he smiled down at me briefly and pulled over into a nature park. It was beautiful, gigantic oak trees which were probably 100's of years old, and green,green grass. I smiled as I dismounted the bike and ran to a grass dome with various flowers right at the base of a mother willow tree. I feel like a child. I heard Mark laughing at my childlike ways. I smiled rolled onto my back using my jacket as a pillow soaking up the sun.

*MARKS POV*

I watched her as she jumped from my bike and fell face first into a field of flowers. Giggling to herself. 'How can you believe I'd ever wanna be away from you, ever.' I thought smiling to myself. Minutes pass and I'm still just staring at her enjoying the sun with her eyes closed with a peaceful smile on her soft lips. 'Seeing her smile makes me smile, damn I got it bad.' I thought looking down chuckling. My thoughts were cut short when a group of people circled around me and my bike, asking for my autograph and pictures. I sighed, stealing one more glance at my wife. And placed a devious smirk onto my lips, slippin' into my undertaker persona.

(*~TIMESKIPP~*)

After the second to last picture I was taking, something caught my eye. My bride had a group of fans around her as well, ALL men: young, and old. She was adamantly talking to a young man, I had noticed her taking small steps back from the smirking boy. Pointing at me, then her ring and slapped the boy who was now squaring up on my wife. 'Hell no! ' I thought pushing a few people out of the way. "Do we have a problem here?" I asked to put more bass in my voice.

* LILLIE'S POV *

'The sun feels so good. ' I thought, stretching out like a cat in the window sill. A female's scream pulled me out of my thought, causing me to shoot up like the dead, (GET IT) looking around for the girl that screamed until I saw my husband swarmed by minions (Dark ministry undertaker fans) smirking in all his pictures and signing autographs. All I wanted to do is sit here and watch him in character. Not much later the sun that was keeping my back warm was gone. Furrowing my brows I turned around. 'Oh boy, or should I say boys.' I thought, smiling. 'Fans! ' "Howdy boys." I said converting to my character. I signed everything from hats, tees, skin and took pictures. For the last pictures, it was a big group. And one of the assholes decides he wants to slap my ass! I went off on him! People were taking candid photos, and videos. "Don't be more disrespectful than you already have get the fuck outta here." I cursed at him. All he did was smirk. "What baby don't ya like it rough." He said walking towards me as I stood my ground. "You already hit strike 2, strike 3 and things get physical do you hear me?!" I growled. He kept coming closer to me. "One more step is strike 3, and I won't be the only one beating your ass, my husband is right over there," I said pointing toward Mark and my ring for extra measure. The punk smiled and walked closer. "I could get you in my bed faster than your "husband" can pay you."He smirked, I had warned him..... But he crossed the line, I slapped him hard across his face. His smirk slipped into a glare as his shoulder squared up like he was going to swing. 'Oh shit.' I thought mentally preparing for the sting. "Do we have a problem here?" Mark's deep voice broke through. I physically relaxed knowing Mark was here now. The ass hats glared melted into a puddle when he saw Mark. "No-no sir." He stuttered quickly and then he and his friends ran away. "You ok, baby doll?" Mark asked, wiping a stray tear away from my cheek. I let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, I am now." I giggled wrapping my
arms around his waist, looking up at him with my chin resting on his chest. His arms hung loosely around my back while he looked down on me smiling sweetly. 'My god, I love this man.' I thought smiling into his green hues. "Because," He paused. "Why in the world wouldn't I wanna be with you." He paused smiling slightly. "You got me hooked baby doll." He finished smiling at me in both amusement and love. My brows creased as my brain tried to catch up. 'Did I miss something,.' I thought 'noooo.' Mark let out a deep hearty laugh, which practically shook my very soul. "Come on, we gotta pack. We leave in the morning." I gasp finally understanding what he meant. "You are the sweetest man, and I love you more than you will ever know!" I yelled, jumping on him wrapping my legs around his waist and arms around his thick heavily tattooed neck. Kissing him with all the passion my short 5 '2, body could muster. He smiled onto my lips, "We really do have to go. You got a show to do, in 2 hrs." Mark smiled pulling out of the kiss. I sighed, "Kay." Pouted dropping down, and started skipping back toward "BIG EVIL."(The name of Marks customized Harley).