Kane was pissed. Immensely, completely pissed.

Punk had just kissed his girl. Without a thought to the monster whose temper was as quick as his wife's. Whose hands were itching to wrap around the man's throat and pull him off of her.

Tristen walked backstage with a grin, freezing when she felt the tension in the air.

Looking around, her eyes caught sight of her husband and she smiled.

"Hey babe."

He didn't answer, but clenched his hand again as if to keep himself from punching the wall.

Tristen tilted her head in confusion.


Kane grabbed her hand, forcing himself to be gentle despite the rage he felt coursing through his body.

She laced her fingers with his and they walked back to the locker room.

He locked the door and laid his head on the cool metal, trying to calm down.

"Boo, you okay?"

Kane started to laugh darkly, turning and advancing on Tristen who had the common sense to keep her eyes on his.

"Am I okay? Am I okay? Gee, Princess, would you be okay after seeing the one you love making out with someone else?", he growled.

"No," she mumbled.

"What was that?"


"Then there's your answer. No I'm not okay. You making out with Punk doesn't make me okay. It makes me sick. It makes me want to hunt him down and beat him for thinking he can put his disgusting lips on what's mine!"

Fuck. Possessive Kane had come to play.

Tristen gently put a hand on his chest, trying to give herself some space.

"I'm yours, baby. You know that."

Kane growled and Tristen thought harder.

"Why would I ever want to leave you for Punk? He's skinny and hairy and has too many tattoos. He can't hold me like you do, Kane. He can't wrap his arms around me and make me feel safe and loved the way you do."

The tension in his body dissipated slightly.

She stood and jumped in his arms, laying her head on his shoulder.

"He can't kiss me the way you do, the way that makes me see stars and try to get my breath back after. You're the only man that can make me feel that way."

Kane's growling eventually turned to purring and she smiled.

"Love you Boo."

He buried his face in her hair.



He kissed her neck and she shivered.



"Not fair."

He smirked and kissed her neck again.


She nuzzled him and smiled.


Kane gently kissed her until she deepened it, pulling herself closer to him.

"I love you, Kane. I'm always gonna love you."



"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, baby. I like your possessive side."

Kane looked at her.

"You do?"


He purred as she ran her nails down his back.

"It's sexy," she grinned. "Really sexy."

"Good. Because if this keeps happening, possessive me will come out more often."

Tristen smiled.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Boo."