Author's Note:

Has it really been two weeks? Jeez I'm quick with these updates lol. But seriously, sorry for the wait but I've just been swamped lately so my bad!

This chapter consists mostly of the fallout from AJ's concussion. Any guesses as to what the next chapter will be about? Hmmm...

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"Lol. In the future are you going to do the dehydration chapter"

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14 October 2013

Monday Night Raw rolled around the corner but for one AJ Lee, it would also be the same day which determined whether she was fit enough to make her come back. After a full week of rest and relaxation, she felt great, especially with her boyfriend in town for most of the week to take care of her.

As she sat up on the bed in the trainer's room, which she began to quickly repulse, waiting for the test results to come out, she could not help but wonder the consequences of an undesirable result. She would probably have to spend another week at home but that would not be the worst thing in the world if it meant another visit from Punk, though she shuddered at the thought of her sister getting to see him for the second straight week. In addition, it would give her a little more time for her elbow to heal up. It was a nagging injury but one which was not significant enough to stop her from crossing those three ropes. One good sign for AJ was that she was in a good enough condition for the doctors to administer the Impact Concussion Test so that boded well for her hopes of coming back tonight. After a couple of minutes of waiting, AJ's thoughts stopped short in their tracks when Dr. Amann returned to her with her test results. His face as he held the report in his hands perplexed AJ, it was not one of worry but rather surprise.

"Wow, I can't believe it," he started as he flipped through a couple of pages of the report, "You passed the test. You're cleared to compete."

"I am?" AJ asked for confirmation, a little stunned that she was indeed cleared to wrestle. Although she knew she was feeling fine and had no more symptoms of her concussion, she did not really think she was able to get in the ring so quickly. She thought they would have made her rest for another week just to be safe but that was not the case apparently.

"Yup, it's up to Stephanie to decide whether you should wrestle tonight," he informed her, looking over to Stephanie who was also in the room, eager to know the condition of her Divas' Champion, "But from all the test results I gathered, you should have no problem getting in the ring."

"Yes! Thank you!" AJ exclaimed in happiness, hugging Dr. Amann tightly from her position on the bed.

"Don't thank me, I did nothing," he chuckled as AJ let go of her embrace, "You should thank the guy standing next to you."

When AJ turned her head, she was greeted with the sight of Punk waving at her with one of his hands, a sheepish smile accompanying it.

"You're absolutely right," she agreed with Dr. Amann before pulling Punk into a tight yet warm embrace and whispering in his ear, "Thank you, baby."

"It was nothing," he replied with a small laugh as his arms rounded her tiny frame.

"You're choosing now to be modest?" AJ asked after pulling away to meet his mossy green eyes.

"Well maybe it was a little something," Punk admitted as AJ giggled at how cute he was being trying to be bashful, something he was not particularly known for. She then pulled him into a kiss, one lasting a little too long to the liking of the boss' daughter.

"Ahem."

AJ quickly broke the kiss with a light shade of pink forming on her cheeks from the embarrassment of getting too carried away with Punk and forgetting who was in the room with her as well, "Oh, sorry Steph."

"I'm not," Punk quickly voiced, earning him a glare from AJ.

"Anyways," Stephanie started, brushing Punk's comment aside, "I understand you wanna get going straight away but we can't afford a recurrence of your concussion, you're too important to this company for us to take a risk on."

"Therefore, you'll accompany Tamina out to the ring for tonight when she faces Brie one-on-one," she finished.

"Ok, Steph. I understand," AJ nodded.

"Good, you can also discuss with the writers later on whether you can do anything else for the match. Maybe you can cause a distraction or even interfere or something," Stephanie lightly suggested, "You're free to do anything as long as you're not put in any danger."

"Alright, thanks Stephanie. I'll discuss with the writers later," AJ assured

"Ok, I gotta go," she announced before moving towards the door, "Feel free to knock my door if you need anything else."

"Sure Steph, bye," AJ and Punk waved at her as she exited the room, though she could tell Punk was not really being sincere with his goodbye by the stupid grin he donned on his face.

"Welp, I guess we'll be on our way too, doc," AJ announced, hopping off the bed full of enthusiasm.

"A little eager, aren't we?" Punk teased as he moved beside her.

"Yeah, you don't like it in here?" Dr. Amann questioned.

"No offense doc, but frankly, I'm getting sick of this bed," she admitted, looking at the predominantly black and rather firm bed with disgust.

"I get it, I'd rather not see you here as well," he smiled at AJ as she returned it in kind, "Or anyone for that matter."

"Heh, I'd love to chat but I have things to do than stay in this dreary place," AJ grabbed a hold of Punk's hand and began tugging on it.

"Yeah, see ya doc," Punk added, reverberating what AJ said and giving Dr. Amann a little wave goodbye as she pulled him towards the exit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. She can go," Dr. Amann said, looking over to AJ while stopping Punk from following her by pulling him back by the shoulder, "But you have an appointment with me."

"I'm flattered doc, really I am but I best be going," Punk said, trying to charm his way out of this situation.

"Nope, you're staying here and that's the end of it," he told Punk firmly, grabbing him by both his shoulders and pulling him towards the bed, in turn separating his and AJ's hands.

"C'mon Chris," he whined as he reluctantly sat on the bed which AJ was far too familiar with.

"I need to check up on your niggling injuries, Phil," he reasoned.

"I don't have any injuries, you can ask her," Punk pointed to AJ who was just about to respond when Dr. Amann made his voice heard again.

"You want me to take the word of your girlfriend who'll always side with you?" Dr. Amann folded his arms, making it clear to Punk that he was not going to buy his excuse.

"I guess we'll talk later, Phil," AJ said in defeat, walking over to Punk.

"I highly doubt there would've been a lot of talking," Dr. Amann snidely commented with a small smirk.

"Doc!" AJ exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise at what he was insinuating.

"What? You don't think I heard the story of you two fooling around in my room?" he queried, emphasising on the 'my'.

"Oh, that…" she shyly commented, looking over to Punk as they shared impish smiles.

"Mhmm, now before another story comes out about you two in one of the rooms in this arena, you better get going lil' missy," he instructed in an attempt to shoo her out of the room.

"Fine…" she muttered before hugging Punk once more. She then whispered very quietly into Punk's ear, only pulling away from him after giving him a goodbye kiss on the cheek.

"Really?" Punk asked with a large smile plastered across his face.

"Mhmm," she nodded while biting her bottom lip, a smile tugging on them as well, "See ya babe."

"See ya, I can't wait," he said as he watched AJ leave the room.

"Care to share?" Dr. Amann asked in curiousness as Punk laid down on the bed, the back of his head cushioned by his hands interlocked at the base of his fingers.

"Nope, you really don't wanna know," he replied with a small chuckle, his smile unwavering.

Punk was sitting on one of the many crates laden around the arena, listening to his usual punk music while scrolling through his twitter and doing what he loves: blocking people. A day did not go by where Punk failed to block someone. He always thought that there was no reason to read bullshit everyday he opened up his phone, especially when it came to crass comments about AJ. That was one that really irked him and if it was not that, it would probably be the wrongful use of grammar. He was a grammar Nazi, so much so that he even had a YouTube series on Nerdist called 'Grammar Slam'. In fact, it was something he and AJ had in common, one of many things they shared. As he scrolled through the tweets sent to him, he was pulled away from the screen when a soft cushion grazed his cheek, accompanied with a light giggle that was so distinct that Punk instantly knew who it came from, "Hi."

"Hi," he replied happily as he lowered his headphones to his neck and looked over to his side where AJ was, sporting adorable pigtails and her usual ring gear but with ankle-high Chucks instead of her knee-high ones, "Whoa… You look good."

"Thanks," she giggled shyly as she retrieved her phone from her back pocket and offered it to Punk, "You mind taking a picture of me?"

"Really?" Punk asked as he put his own phone down on the crate and took AJ's, "I thought you weren't that type of girl to show off and pose for pictures?"

"I'm not," she denied, "I just wanna give my fans a heads up that I'm back."

"Uh, ok. Smile," he drawled, holding the phone up and ready to take a picture as AJ put two thumbs up on either side of her chest.

"There you go," he said after a 'snap' sound evoked from the phone.

He passed the phone back to her but then she immediately noticed something odd with the picture he had taken, "My face is not in it."

"I prefer it that way, at least your basement dwellers-" Punk stopped short as AJ squinted her yes at him, "Oh sorry, I mean your fanboys won't be jerking off to your face."

"Retake it," AJ offered her phone to him again, easily dismissing his reason for doing what he did.

"Nope, ask someone else to do it," he suggested, a firmness evident in his tone as he picked up his phone and started scrolling through it again.

"You're mean... Please..." AJ moved herself to be in front of Punk and pouted, putting her face right in front of his and blocking his view of his phone.

"Not going to work, April," he said as he manoeuvred the phone in front of her face.

"Oh fui," she lightly slapped his thigh, "Just one shot."

Punk lowered his phone to see the beautiful face of his girlfriend's which just had make-up done on, "I love you sweetie, but that picture is perfectly fine."

AJ made a whining sound in response and looked around, noticing no one in the vicinity. Sighing, she gave up and accepted the picture she had as she began typing out a tweet, "Fine... You win... I didn't know I had such a controlling boyfriend."

"You'll be glad I'm so controlling later unless..." his voiced trailed away as he placed his phone down and subsequently took AJ's out of her hands and placed it beside his before pulling her in between his legs, "You've already changed your mind on the thing you told me in the trainer's room."

"Heck no, this is one thing I'll for sure be getting," she denied vehemently as her hand landed on his crotch, rubbing it in slow motions through his shorts as she sported a wicked smile.

"Sounds good to me," he smirked as he placed his hands on her butt cheeks and pulled her even closer to him, their lips meeting in a slow yet passionate kiss. He began to slowly caress her ass with each small pinch earning a soft chuckle from AJ while she worked on his ever growing bulge.

"Hey lovebirds!" Daniel shouted as Punk and AJ jumped at the sudden noise, breaking up their hot lip lock session, "That's not PG."

"Ugh, Bryan, can't you see I'm a little busy," Punk said, annoyed.

"Her hand's a little busy too," Daniel pointed at AJ's hand which was still resting on Punk's crotch with AJ responding by quickly removing her hand away from him and blushing profusely.

"Stop embarrassing them, Bryan," Brie said, slapping Daniel on the chest with the back of her hand, "Sorry about him, he can be so childish."

"I'm childish? What about them?" Daniel was in a state of bewilderment as he pointed towards Punk and AJ, "They're the ones molesting each other and chewing each other's face off in public. How am I-"

"Bryan..." Brie said in a warning tone and with one look, Daniel instantly stopped complaining, "Anyways, it's good to see that you're back so quickly, I was getting worried that I might have set you back a month."

"Uhhh, y-yeah," AJ started a little nervously, "A measly concussion wasn't gonna stop me for more than a week."

"I can see that," Brie smiled as AJ forced out her own smile, "Well see ya in the ring later."

"See ya," AJ replied as Brie and Daniel started walking away.

"Control your hands and tongue, AJ!" Daniel warned teasingly.

"Bryan!" AJ exclaimed but to no avail as they turned a corner before she looked back at Punk, "We really need to cut down on the PDA."

"Hey, you started it when you felt me up," he said, pushing the blame to AJ.

"I can't help it sometimes," she admitted as she put her hands on his chest and slowly rubbed them up and down, "Plus, I thought there was no one around."

"There wasn't until goat face showed up with the authentic Bella," Punk corrected as AJ laughed in response.

"Speaking of Brie, since when is she so nice to me?" AJ asked, bewildered by her attitude towards her, "I mean, she hasn't really bothered me much since my promo but even then, we'd only talk about the matches we're about to have."

"Since she caused your concussion," he clarified, "She followed us to the doc, remember?"

"No, I don't actually," she replied with a shake of the head.

"You don't?" Punk asked as AJ once again shook her head.

"I do remember Nikki saying some stupid things which for some reason, I annoyingly managed to remember. After that, it's all kind of a blur really," AJ started before recalling back some of her memory from that fateful night, "Come to think of it, I do have some visions of Brie by my side while I was in the trainer's room."

"Well I'll fill up the holes for you," Punk said while hooking his fingers into the belt loops of her jean shorts, tugging her closer to him, "So she basically defended you from her own sister when she insulted you then ditched her and followed you to the trainer's room where she apologised for injuring you."

"Oh wow, that was nice of her," AJ remarked with a small smile, "I especially liked the part where she ditched Nikki."

"Yeah, she even asked to be updated on your condition. So now at least you know one person among the 'Total Divas' that doesn't hate your guts," Punk chuckled as AJ tilted her head to the side.

"That makes me feel so much better," she sarcastically remarked.

"It should-"

"There's the man I'm looking for," Paul said as he walked towards them, interrupting what Punk was saying.

"Oh hi Paul," AJ shot Paul a big smile before sharing a hug with him.

"Hey kiddo," Paul greeted, "I'm glad you're okay."

"Me too," she happily replied but Paul instantly noticed Punk glaring at him.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Nope, not at all. In fact, I actually should get going," she pecked Punk's cheek and collected her phone before walking away to the gorilla, "Bye guys."

Punk waved at her as with every step she took, the emptiness in his heart began to grow. Breathing out a loud sigh when she was eventually out of sight, he looked over to his former manager and muttered out in a less-than-friendly tone, "What do you want, Paul?"

"So I was interrupting something," he smirked, knowing he was right all along.

"Get to the point Paul, before I-"

"Ok, ok, chill," he cut Punk off as he put his hands up at him, "I just came here to remind you to end the match before five minutes and forty-four seconds."

"The clock will be on the titantron, it'll be pretty hard to forget," he said with one of his eyebrows raised, "What do you actually want?"

"Fine, you see right through me," Paul laughed, "I just wanna ask how the hell did AJ recover so quickly?"

"I mean, people were saying it was probably the worst concussion anyone in the WWE has ever received," he elaborated. It was true. After her second check-up last Monday, the doctors regarded her concussion as the most severe any male or female WWE or WWF talent had ever suffered.

"To be honest, I don't know how she got through it either," Punk divulged, "After roughly four days, all her symptoms were completely gone."

"What did you do? Surely you must've done something to help her?" Paul queried.

"I really didn't do much other than feed her, make sure she was hydrated and washed her," he said dismissively.

"Oh... Wait, washed her?"

"You don't wanna know."

"Actually, I do," he conceded eagerly, "In fact, I need all the details."

"Well too bad, you won't be getting any details, you old perv," he retorted with a laugh as Paul too joined him in laughter.

"She's a tough kid," Paul commented after their laughter died down.

"Yeah, I know," he happily agreed, "She's also actually been dealing with a problem with her elbow since last month but she hasn't made a single peep about it."

"Reminds me of someone," Paul crossed his arms as he shot a devious smirk at Punk.

"Nah, she's way tougher than me," he proudly claimed, snickering to himself as a thought crossed his mind, "She even has to put up with me on a daily basis so I bet that didn't help with her recovery much."

"Now that you mention it, I kinda feel sorry for her," Paul laughed once more and just as Punk was about to respond, the son of the legendary Mr. Perfect walked by.

"Hey boys, y'all ready?"

"Yup, just remember that I need to beat you before five minutes and forty-four seconds expire," Punk reminded him in a similar fashion to Paul.

"Why are you telling me that for?" Curtis asked, confused, "There'll be a clock on the giant ass screen to remind us."

"I'm just relaying the message Paul here passed me," Punk said, looking over to Paul who was not giving him the kindest of looks at the moment.

"Why would you-"

"It was a bad excuse, ok!" Paul interjected and proceeded to walk towards the gorilla, "Let's just go."

"Am I missing something?" Curtis questioned once again, still in an utter state of confusion with no clue what the hell was going on.

"You heard the man, let's go," Punk picked up his phone and followed Paul's trail with Curtis tailing him from behind as well.

"Seriously, was there a joke that I didn't get?" Punk smiled to himself as Curtis continued to question what had just happen, "C'mon, don't leave me out of the loop!"

AJ emerged from the curtains with Tamina by her side. When she spotted Punk stretching out close by, she quickly made her way to him after telling Tamina to go on without her. Both Punk and AJ shared smiles as the gap between them closed until there was barely any breathing room for either one.

"You were smokin' out there," Punk remarked after giving her a kiss on her forehead.

"Subtle," she giggled as she poked him lightly on his stomach.

"It was subtle, I have many other nasty things I could've said like you looked so hot that I need to bang you ASAP or-"

"Shhh, don't say it so loud," AJ whispered while looking frantically around the vicinity, swiftly cutting Punk off before he could continue with his crude remarks by covering his mouth with her hand.

He then pulled her hand away from his mouth and asked, "Why? You scared people are gonna judge us?"

"Yes," she swiftly answered, almost before Punk could even finish his question, "I can just imagine the dirtsheets going, AJ Lee whoring around with CM Punk backstage."

"It's not that far off the truth," he simply said jokingly though the look AJ was giving him was definitely not one of amusement, "I'm kidding."

"Anyways, you need help with your heating pad?" AJ queried.

"Yeah, thanks," Punk gratefully accepted her help, lifting up his arms to allow AJ to take the pad off from around his waist and back.

"Are you ever not gonna use it?" AJ asked as she placed the therapy device on a nearby table where his headphones and phone lay.

"Yeah, when I don't feel pain."

"So you're in pain every week?"

"More or less but it's nothing I can't handle," he easily shrugged it off, though deep down, the pain he was going through compounded each week but nevertheless, he stuck through it knowing he was not in such severe pain that he needed to stop getting into the ring.

"Maybe you should ask for a little break," she suggested lightly although she knew it was futile to ask him to rest up for a bit.

"Nah, I owe it to the fans who spent their hard earned money to see me wrestle," he admirably divulged.

"But can you actually wrestle?"

"I've been doing this for 15 years, sweetheart," he tapped on her nose with his index finger as AJ let out a small giggle, "As long as I can punch, kick and run, I can wrestle."

"Ok, just don't over exert yourself," she said, placing a hand comfortingly on his chest.

"Kinda too late for that, I signed up for Smackdown tomorrow," he revealed.

AJ sighed and patted his chest, "Why would you do that?"

"Because I can, and I wanna see this pretty face more," he said as he moved some of her hair away from her face.

"We already see each other a lot, in fact I'm scared that you're getting bored of seeing me almost every day," she revealed as her head dropped, looking down from his face.

"Nonsense," he tilted her head up by her chin, "I'll never get tired of you but I will get tired because of you."

"Such a Casanova," AJ commented with a roll of her eyes. Meanwhile, the Bella twins had just returned from the ring and as they walked by, their facial expressions when they saw eye-to-eye with AJ differed just like their cup sizes. While Brie had a small, genuine smile on her face, Nikki barely even moved her lips, choosing instead to knit her eyebrows close in a scowl. This did not go unnoticed by Punk who was no stranger to backstage feuds and altercations.

"Are you two ever gonna be cool with each other?" Punk asked, causing AJ to turn her attentions back to him.

"No freakin' way, that bitch made fun of my family," she hissed back.

"Sheesh, struck a nerve there," he chuckled at her mini outburst, "So when will you two go at it?"

"You're not invited," she hit back, crossing her arms in an authoritative manner.

"That's not the way to treat your boyfriend," he pouted.

"It is if he's a crazy douche who wants to see his girlfriend beat up another girl," she explained.

"It doesn't sound that far-fetched. Plus, I wanna see if implants explode if you hit them hard enough," he joked as AJ finally saw the funny side to it and laughed, "So, um, what's the deal with your parents if you don't mind me asking?"

"Ummm-" AJ was deliberating on her answer, not really wanting to reply to it when fortunately for her, a producer called out to Punk.

"Aw shit, that's my cue. We'll continue later," he proceeded to kiss her cheek before walking away slowly, "See you in a bit, doll face."

"Yeah..." AJ muttered, thankful she did not have to have a conversation about the situation between her and her parents, "Be careful, babe."

"I'll try."

"Meet me at the bus after you're done."

"Oh I will, I can't possibly forget about that," he winked at her while shooting her a devilish smile before disappearing through the curtains. With a small smile etched on her face, she rushed over to the locker room to retrieve all of her stuff but on her way there, she walked past Dr. Amann who noticed her seemingly frantic state.

"April, you okay?" he called out, stopping AJ in her tracks.

"Yeah, why doc?" AJ asked after turning around to see the WWE doctor.

"You look like you're in a hurry, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, nothing for you to worry about," she smiled at him.

"Ok then, did you have any recurrences of your concussion out there just now?" Dr. Amann questioned in concern.

"Nope, I feel like a million bucks," she declared in happiness.

"That's a relief. Truth be told, everyone back here was worried for you," he revealed, "From my evaluation, I thought for sure you'd be out for a month."

"And yet I'm standing here with no one's help in my ring gear," she defiantly pointed out with a grin.

"Atta' girl, thankfully that title is still around your waist," he said.

"Huh? Why wouldn't it be?" AJ asked in confusion, stepping closer to him.

"Oh, he didn't tell you?"

"Who?"

"Punk."

"No, what is he keeping from me?"

"Well, Steph thought of stripping you of the title since she found out about the severity of your concussion but luckily for you, Punk made sure she would only do so if you didn't come back by this week," he explained as AJ slowly digested this piece of new information.

"So... He talked Steph out of taking the title from me?" AJ asked for confirmation.

"Not necessarily talked, more shouted and cussed her out," Dr. Amann laughed, recalling the 'conversation' between Punk and Stephanie.

"He didn't tell me he did that..."

"Maybe he has his reasons," he gave her a shrug of the shoulders, "All I know is, he cares a lot about you to go begging to Stephanie McMahon out of all people."

"Yeah, I know," AJ snickered to herself, "Well thanks for telling me that."

"No problem, I hope I didn't get him in trouble for it," he said with a slightly nervous laugh.

"Nah, he's still good in my book," she replied with a smile.

Once Punk was done with his segment, he rushed over to the locker room, packing up all his stuff and heading out to his bus where AJ was waiting for him. After keeping his things in the luggage compartment, he entered his bus and when he opened the door to the living room area, he was welcomed with the sight of AJ sitting down at the dining table, still partially in her ring gear with her pigtails undone while using her phone.

"I got here as fast as I could-" Punk stopped himself as he dropped his sling bag onto the couch, taking a moment to realise that she was not where she promised she would be, "Hey, weren't you supposed to be lying down on the bed completely naked?"

"I guess I forgot," she shrugged, putting down her phone on the table and motioning with her hand towards the seat across of hers, "Sit down."

"Why? Am I in trouble?" Punk queried with a slight chuckle as he obliged to her command and joined her at the table.

"No, I was but you got me out of it."

"Come again?" a puzzled look was etched onto his face as he was completely in the dark over what she was saying.

"You went to bat for me when Steph wanted to take the title away from me," AJ clarified.

"Oh that..." Punk said in realisation.

"Why didn't you tell me you did that?" AJ asked, almost sounding like she was scolding him. It was unlike of them to keep secrets from each other so to AJ, it felt like he was not being honest with her which was the last thing she wanted him to ever be with her.

"Because I didn't want you to worry," he answered in a defensive tone, "I thought if I told you that you had a week to get well to keep your title, then you would've been put under a lot of pressure and that wouldn't have bode well for your recovery."

"Phil..." she started in a somewhat whining manner as she got off her seat and headed to his instead, straddling him in the process. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as her arms circled his neck while his supported her back, "Thank you but you didn't have to do that, you know."

"You would've wanted a 'Total Diva' getting the title?"

"It would've been better than you risking your position in this company for me," she conceded unselfishly.

"Oh please, I make them too much money for them to do anything to me," he revealed rather snobbishly, "All they care about is what's best for business and I'm sorry, but stripping you of the title just because the doc said you could at worst be out for a month doesn't sound like best for business to me."

"Still, I don't want you to do that anymore," she told him as she unlocked her arms and placed the palms of her hands on his chest.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want people, especially the rest of the divas, to get the impression that I'm with you just because you're a big star," AJ admitted.

"I'm not a big star," he denied, chuckling inwardly.

"Do you not see the giant bus that you're sitting in?" AJ asked, looking around the room still in his arms.

"Nope, all I see is a beautiful girl that wouldn't have any clothes on if she had remembered to keep to her word," he answered with a grin, reminding her about the promise she had made to him.

"I'm serious Phil," she slammed one of her hands on top of his chest, "I don't want people to accuse me of sleeping my way to the top."

"But you were already at the top before me and you happened," he corrected her in a smart-alec like manner.

"Ugh, you know what I mean Phil," she slapped his chest once more, trying to get him to stop fooling around, "I don't want to be labelled a hypocrite because of what I said during my pipebombshell."

"I thought you didn't care about what people thought about you?"

"I'm not like you, Phil. I'm not as thick skinned as you, some things will still get to me," AJ admitted with a sigh, "I know you've done this in the past as well but that was when we weren't a thing. Now that we are-"

"Say no more," he put his hand up to her face, "I'll butt out of your business."

"You're okay with it?"

"Of course I am, whatever makes you happy," he smiled at her as she did the same to him before leaning down for a short kiss.

After they parted, they rested their foreheads against each other's as they took in each other's wonderful smiles, her arms returning back to his neck, "Thank you, I appreciate what you did for me, I really do but I don't want my success to be determined by the people I'm with. I'm with you because I love Phil Brooks, not CM Punk. It'd be unfair to the rest of the girls if I took advantage of my relationship with you to get ahead."

"I understand, April," he nodded, "You don't have to explain it anymore."

"Good, now is Joe back yet?" AJ asked as her hands fell to the hem of his shirt.

"Don't think so, I didn't see him when I came in," he recalled.

"Is the door locked?"

"As always," he smirked at her as he started to caress the exposed area on her back.

"Then I think it's time I delivered on my promise," she said in a soft voice with a wicked smile on her face before pulling up his shirt over his head. She then attacked at his neck, nibbling softly at his skin as she made her way up his neck.

"So is this sex as a way to thank me for going to bat for you?" Punk questioned with his eyes closed, enjoying her soft lips leaving small, wet marks on his skin.

"No... I've already... Thanked you..." AJ uttered in between kisses before reaching up to his ear.

"This is sex because one week is too damn long to not have you inside of me," she whispered seductively into his ear, punctuating her statement by nibbling on his ear lobe and unbuckling his belt in one fell swoop.

"I love it when you talk dirty," he commented, earning a giggle from her before he pulled his head away so that he could see that beautiful face of hers in full. Not wasting any time, he placed a hard kiss on her lips, catching her a little off guard. As the kiss deepened, his lips became softer and molded itself to fit with hers perfectly. Soon after, their tongues came into play and this evoked moans from both Punk and AJ, though they could barely be heard as their mouths remained glued to one another, only occasionally separating for a second at most to get some air. When AJ pulled the zipper of his jeans down, Punk took it as a signal that it was time to move things over to the bedroom so he hesitantly broke the kiss, a wanting whine leaving AJ's lips. He was just about to scoot her over to the edge of the seat to carry her to the bedroom when she made herself heard, stopping him from doing so.

"No..." AJ took a couple of deep breaths, still trying to recover from the passionate kiss they just had before whispering while looking deep into his forest-like orbs, "Do me on the table."

Punk merely snickered lightly in reply. With one look into those chocolaty eyes, he could see the lust and desire in them and he was not about to deny her of her wish. Giving her one of his trademark smirks as a way of telling her 'yes', he helped her up onto the table where she sat on the edge, her toes the only fibre of her being in contact with the cushioned seat at its edge.

"I'll go get the condom," Punk proceeded to scoot away her leg which was blocking him from coming out of the seat but just as he did so, she extended the very same leg to the back rest of the seat, blocking his path once more. Perplexed, Punk looked back up to AJ who was now waving a packet of condom, which she retrieved from the front pocket of her jean shorts, in between her fingers in front of him.

Punk grinned widely at the sight which had frankly caught him by surprise, a welcome surprise at that, "You were trying to surprise me, weren't you? You wanted to do it here all along."

"Well actually, I was planning on the sofa," she turned towards the couch before looking back at him and teasingly putting one of her legs on his shoulder at her ankle, "But since we're already here..."

"You're so horny today," Punk chuckled softly as he slowly ran a hand up and down her toned leg.

"I've been horny since last week," she clarified, putting the condom down beside her before tugging at his shoulder with her heel, "So come here, baby."

He simply replied by slowly kissing his way up her leg to the delight of AJ who watched him coming closer and closer to her with each kiss. AJ closed her eyes and started to grit her bottom lip in between her teeth when he began kissing her inner thigh, getting ever so close to her sensitive area. When he eventually reached the point where the bottom of her jorts met her skin, she took no time to tell him what to do, "Take them off, baby."

"Yes, my lady," Punk went on to unbuckling her white strapped belt and unbuttoning and zipping down her shorts. AJ pushed herself a little off the table to allow him to pull her shorts down completely, in turn revealing her black panties before he tossed her shorts to the nearby couch.

"Don't forget about your pants, mister," AJ reminded him while tugging down on the zipper of his jeans with her toes, taking the opportunity to rub them against his member through his briefs.

"So demanding," he snickered lightly as he pulled his jeans down and tossed it in the same general direction as her jorts. He then pushed himself up the seat to kneel in front of her on the seat, facing eye-to-eye with her.

"Hi beautiful," he said as they gazed into each other's eyes. AJ giggled shyly in response before bringing him into another intoxicating kiss, holding onto the back of his head with her hands as she tried to bring him as close as possible to her. Meanwhile, Punk's hands slowly travelled up her back, navigating his way through her sprawled out, long locks and creeping below her cut up shirt to locate the hook of her bra. Once he found it, he unhooked it in a snap as AJ felt the pressure on her bosom release.

"Mmm... You forgot about my shirt..." AJ said against his lips. In that instant, Punk's hands quickly left her back and moved to her front, clutching at her neck hole. With no hesitation and to AJ's surprise, he forcefully ripped her shirt up, causing the shirt to have a jagged split down to her breasts as she quickly broke the kiss, "Oh!"

"Did I?" Punk teased as he started to kiss at the exposed area created by the split of her top, beginning from the top of her chest.

"Phil... Sandra's gonna be livid with me when she finds out about this shirt..." AJ managed to breathe out as he kissed his way down her body.

Almost immediately, he fully ripped at her shirt, breaking his kisses just for a moment and exposing her pink bra clad bosom as AJ was caught in surprise once again, "Oh!"

"What shirt?" Punk teased again before kissing the valley between her breasts, "All I see... Is a mini vest..."

"Oh who am I kidding? To hell with this shirt, this is so hot," AJ thought as Punk pulled one of her sleeves down her arm to expose her bra strap. Tugging the strap past her shoulder, he then left wet kisses on her shoulder, leaving one or two visible marks.

"Mmm..." AJ moaned as he kissed and nibbled at her skin, inching closer to her neck, "Just take it all off, Phil..."

"As you wish, sweetheart," he pulled away from her shoulder and took AJ's top off her arms with a little help from her as well before throwing it onto the floor. He then pulled the other bra strap past her shoulder and whipped the bra off her arms and chest, tossing it onto the ground and making short work of it. With one glance at her perky breasts, he took in one of her nipples into his mouth while playing with the other in between his fingers. After a while and a couple of moans and groans leaving AJ's lips, he swapped over, making sure both her nipples experienced the same treatment. He began lightly nibbling with his lips on her sensitive nub once he felt it being erect.

"Phil... It's time for you to enter me..." AJ moaned as she tugged on the waistband of his boxer briefs. Punk let go of her nub and seemed to oblige to her request when he reached over for the condom and tore the packet open. AJ quickly took it out of his hand, wanting to put it on him. He pulled his briefs down far enough so that his erect member was exposed. Holding it up for her, she rolled the condom onto his length, unable to resist the urge of giving his length a couple of strokes before lying down on the table. She closed her eyes, waiting for her underwear to come off and feeling him entering her but what she felt instead was her underwear being pushed to one side and a finger being inserted into her.

"Oh! This isn't what I meant, Phil," she said with her eyes shot open, biting her lip as he moved his finger inside of her.

"So you want me to stop?" Punk asked as his thumb began rubbing her clit.

"No! Keep going!" AJ demanded, looking up at Punk who had a giant grin on his face. He was taken by surprise when he soon felt his hand being gripped by hers, "O-One more."

"Like this?" Punk asked, his grin not fading as he felt her body tense up a little when he inserted his middle finger into her.

"Y-Yes..." AJ stuttered as her back began buckling against the table.

"Remember how you said I was no more fun?" Punk asked, trying to remind her of what she said the week before in her room.

"Mhmm..." AJ barely managed to voice out as he continued to finger her, not being able to come up with a concise answer. He lowered himself down to AJ's level, her ear catching his hot breath.

"Well I'm gonna make you eat those words, baby," he whispered menacingly before retreating out of her and turning her over onto her stomach. The sight of her ample ass was magnified by the fact that she was indeed wearing a thong. It was such a turn on that he could have sworn he felt himself let go a little as he licked his lips and his wet fingers at the sight in front of him. In the midst of getting caught up with one another, a shiny object gleamed beside AJ. Just noticing this, Punk picked up AJ's phone and tossed it onto the seat in front of them.

"My phone!" AJ shouted as it thankfully for her, landed safely on the seat.

"Don't worry, you won't be needing it for what we're about to do... Well let's hope not," Punk joked as AJ turned her head back to look at him.

"You're paying for a new one if it's spoiled," she warned, a small scowl etched on her face.

"Shhh, you're spoiling the mood," he said, caressing her cheeks as AJ felt the tension in her body go away.

"God, I love your ass," he said before slowly pulling down her thong, leaving small, wet kisses down from her cheeks to her thighs, trailing the movement of her underwear as AJ groaned at his touch. Once it was completely off, he disposed of the piece of clothing onto the floor and proceeded to stroke his length a couple of times. He then spread out her legs so that he was able to settle in between them, her arched feet using the base of the seat for support. He subsequently gripped her by her hips and aligned himself with her already wet folds, "Hang on tight, April."

AJ gripped onto the table's edge in front of her while her upper body was being propped up by her forearms which rested on the table. She chose to look back at Punk, holding her breath as she braced for his member.

"Oh god..." AJ voiced through gritted teeth as she watched Punk enter her wet core from behind, taking his time with it so as not to hurt her, "Mmm... Deeper..."

"You're so tight, April," he remarked as he continued going into her at a slow and careful pace, "I don't think I can go any deeper."

"Yes you can... Try baby..." AJ said, clenching her teeth and looking straight ahead with her eyes shut as he went deeper into her until his thighs kissed hers, "Oh yes Phil! Right there!"

"Oh fuck, I've never been this deep into you," he groaned as he retreated from her to begin pumping into her at a delicate pace. When she adjusted to his length, making it easier for him to penetrate her, he began massaging her ass, holding onto each cheek with his hands and rubbing them up and down in tandem with his thrusts. When he would go into her, he would rub her butt cheeks upwards and when he retreated from her, he would rub them downwards towards him.

"This feels so good, Phil," she said in satisfaction as she tilted her head to look back at Punk, biting her lip at the sight of him holding onto and massaging her ass while penetrating her.

"Same here baby," he groaned in agreement before looking down at her butt which he was still tending to, "Your ass is just so smooth and plump."

"You can do whatever you want to it... Touch it... Feel it up... Continue to massage it like right now… Anything... It's all yours..." AJ assured him in between sighs as she shot him a smile before looking forwards again.

"You'll regret ever saying that," he warned menacingly as AJ dryly laughed.

"I highly doubt that…"

"Phil... Faster..." AJ moaned after a couple of minutes of Punk going slow although she was enjoying the treatment he was giving to her ass. In response, he slapped one of her cheeks, earning a loud cry from AJ who quickly looked back at him, "Ah! Phil!"

"You said I could do whatever I want to your ass," he reminded AJ with a laugh following it as he tried to rub away the pain he had just caused.

"Still, give a girl a warning next time. I was-" he interrupted her with another slap, this time to her other cheek as another cry left her lips, "Ah!"

"Nah, this is more fun," he laughed as he rubbed the feeling back in her ass.

"Fine, just go faster," she instructed, about to turn her head to face in front again when she was instantly met with another spank to her ass, "Ah! Phil!"

"Impatience will only earn you another spanking from me," Punk warned with a smile as a small scowl appeared on the tiny diva's face.

"Hmmm, on second thought, him spanking me is starting to turn me on... Oh what the heck, he's never given me a spanking before while we're doing it," AJ pondered to herself.

"Is that so?" AJ asked as a devious smile suddenly etched onto her face before she faced forwards again and demanded, "Faster!"

"You really want me to spank you again, don't you?" Punk asked with a small chuckle.

"I don't hear you going any faster," she quipped, challenging Punk. He merely replied by giving her cheeks another slap, a harder one at that, "Ah!"

"Faster!"

"Ah!" she yelped once more the instant the palm of his hand met her butt cheek as she started to really enjoy him spanking her.

"You're still... Too slow, Punk..." she challenged once more, popping the 'P' in 'Punk' as she lustfully wanted him to give her ass another beating with his palm.

"That's it," he rested one of his forearms on the table, putting most of his upper body weight on it and began to pick up the pace, spanking her ass with his free hand every couple of thrusts.

"Ah!... Ah!... Ah!... Ah!..." AJ repeatedly yelped for each time he abused her cheeks, alternating which butt cheek to slap as the clapping sound he was making with her butt and indeed her screams became louder with each slap.

"Have I taught the bad girl a lesson yet?" Punk asked playfully, punctuating it with a slap to her reddening cheeks.

"Ah! No!" AJ replied defiantly, "I'm still as stubborn as before..."

"What did you say?" Punk asked before slapping her ass for the umpteenth time.

"Ah! I said I still want you to go faster..." he slapped her once more, "Ah!"

"Louder!" a loud clap filled the room again.

"Ah! F-Faster Phil! Go faster!"

Punk slapped her one more time, earning another cry before finally picking up the pace, ceasing the spanking as he held onto her hips and concentrated on penetrating her at a quicker rate.

"Yes baby, that's perfect..." AJ moaned once she felt Punk moving at a rhythm which she liked as her body eased up a little.

"Need another spanking?"

"No... I've learnt my lesson... This feels much better..." AJ moaned in between short sighs as Punk grinned to himself.

"Actually, I think this will feel better," he gripped onto her shoulders with his hands and then thrust into her at the same pace he had been going but burying himself even deeper into her when he pulled at her shoulders to meet his thrusts, quickly pushing AJ to sheer delight.

"Oh fuck Phil, you're right!" she exclaimed as she gripped tightly onto the table's edge, feeling herself getting close to her climax, "You're fun."

"I didn't catch that, can you repeat what you said?"

"You're fun," she repeated a little breathlessly.

"Huh? I'm what?"

"You're fun."

"I'm sorry, I really can't hear you," he said although he could hear her clearly the first time around, "You need to scream for me, April."

"I said you're fun, you bastard!" AJ shouted before taking in a couple of deep breaths, "You're so god damn fun!"

"That's what I thought you said," he smirked, a little caught off guard by her response but feeling satisfied at the same time that he managed to push through with his promise from last week.

"Whoa, being more vulgar and louder than ever, calling me a bastard and wanting me to spank her... We need to abstain from sex longer, this is amazing!" he thought to himself as he carried on increasing the intensity and pace of his thrusts, causing AJ to lose control of what she was saying, though she would admit she lost control a long time ago.

"Awh!... Awh!... Awh!... Awh!... Awh!..." AJ moaned loudly with each thrust into her, clenching her eyelids harder each time.

Wanting to hear Punk make some noise apart from his loud, chesty groans, she began pushing herself against him to meet his thrusts, causing him to grip tightly onto her shoulder as his member began to throb menacingly, "Fuck April! You're making me lose it!"

"Good," she sighed with a small, evil smirk before feeling her hands leaving the edge of the table but not under her own power.

"What are you doing?" AJ asked, looking over her shoulder as her body now lay flat on the table and her arms sprawled out at full length on either side, held at the wrists by his hands.

"Giving you the ride of your life," he answered in a dark tone before gripping onto her wrists to hold her in place as he penetrated into her hard.

"Oh god!" AJ shrieked, her head shooting forwards as the pleasure became almost unbearable for her. Not only was she being drilled hard by Punk who was starting to make an audible clapping sound with her ass as their bodies met with each thrust, her clit and erect nipples were now rubbing against the table top, the friction created pushing her right to the edge, "Awh... Awh... This is the best… Awh... Feeling in the world!"

"So you're saying I'm the best in the world then?" Punk grinned after hearing AJ insinuating that he was indeed living up to his moniker, punctuating his question with a deep thrust.

"Awh!... Yes ok!... I'll admit it..." AJ managed to say over the light clapping sounds. She proceeded to take a desperate, deep breath as her body continued to roughly rock forwards and backwards against the table top before glancing back at Punk, "You're the best Phil! Awh! Sweet lord… You're the best in the whole freakin' world!"

"That's my girl," he grinned at her as she returned the smile but soon it was gone when she felt her climax closing in on her.

"I-I think... I-I'm gonna c-cum any second," AJ stuttered, clenching her eyes shut as she felt her walls start to close in on him.

"I-I'm close too, just let it go," he assured her before she felt herself being pushed over the edge when he pulled back at her arms forcefully as he penetrated hard fully into her after going almost completely out of her.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" AJ screamed as the waves of pleasure came over her with some of her juices dripping out of her and staining the table top. As her head hung over the edge of the table, trying to catch her breath, he continued going into her.

"April!" Punk wailed, squeezing onto her wrists as the suffocating grip her walls had on him caused Punk to let go within a couple of thrusts, expelling his warm cum into her core. He carefully exited her before collapsing on top of her body in pure exhaustion, letting go of her wrists as their sweat-ridden bodies meshed together as one. His head hung over her shoulder as they both looked down on the plain ground, their loud sighs filling the room.

"That was... Different..." AJ muttered in between breaths, still trying to catch her breath as she titled her head to her side to look at Punk's face as she felt his heart beat finally slow down after going at a thousand miles a second when he first collapsed on top of her.

"Definitely..." he smiled warmly at her, "But it was also... The best if I recalled correctly..."

"I thought I could hold out another month or two before saying that... But you really rocked my world tonight, baby," she let out a breathy giggle as Punk laughed along with her.

"How long have you been holding it in?" Punk asked curiously.

"Since the very first night," she revealed as a large, stupid grin emerged on his face, "That face is the exact reason why I didn't wanna say it. Your ego doesn't need any more boosting."

Punk laughed in response, "Smart girl but you do know that you're the best to me as well right?"

"Really?" AJ asked in disbelief, "None of your hundreds of ex-girlfriends matched up to me?"

"Nope, they don't even come close to you, and I don't have that many exes," he denied defiantly.

"Really? Let's count it out, shall we?" AJ moved her free hand in front of Punk before ticking off each name she had on her mind which Punk was associated with in the past, "Amy, Maria, Beth, Mickie-"

"Wow, you've done some research," he said in surprise, cutting her off.

"Of course, you think I would date a player if I didn't do some recon on him?"

"I'm not a player, I just happened to make bad mistakes in the past," he corrected her.

"Same thing," she dismissed his excuse easily before continuing naming all of his past girlfriends, "Now where was I?... Oh yeah, Mickie, Daffney, Alison-"

He cut her off when he tilted her head towards him and pressed his lips hard against hers, catching her by surprise but she quickly melted into it and started moving her lips against his.

"I'm gonna be out of breath at this rate," AJ giggled softly after they finally parted, "Especially with your body pressed on top of me."

"Oh yeah, shit," he swiftly rolled off of her and subsequently off the table, "I forgot."

"It's ok, I liked being able to feel your heartbeat," AJ said as she rolled onto her back, turning her head to the side to look at him, "We should do it on here more often but with you on the table as well."

"I think the table would break before we got anything done," he chuckled as he walked over to the rubbish bin to dispose of his condom, earning a light giggle which went unnoticed by him from AJ who likened his walk to that of a penguin thanks to his briefs still being at his thighs.

"We won't know until we try now, will we?" AJ teased as Punk pulled his boxers back up.

"Name the time sweetie and we'll find out for sure," he promised her as he stood over the table, admiring her bare naked, sweaty body, "But it'll be a pain to explain to Vince how the dining table in my bus broke if things went wrong."

"Just say you were giving me a wrestling lesson but things got a little out of hand," she suggested cheekily.

"I don't think that excuse will fly with Vince," he chuckled.

"It's plausible," she giggled along with him.

"Anyways, I think you have something else to worry about now than the table breaking," he stated, motioning with his head towards the area she had been lying on during their passionate lovemaking session.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" AJ asked, bewildered as she looked down on the area beside her, not really noticing anything out of the ordinary.

"You kinda left a little of yourself on the table," he chuckled as he went over to the kitchen counter to get some tissue papers.

AJ rolled onto her side to get a better view and quickly spotted the many droplets of sweat she had left and a small, clear puddle on the edge of the table.

"Oh crap, I did that?" AJ asked, pointing to the small pool of her juices.

"Yup, you're such a dirty girl," he laughed, wiping away the mess she unknowingly made.

"Yeah, but I'm your dirty girl," she teased, curling her index finger up and down towards him and signalling him to give her a little smooch which he duly gave her.

"You got some on you too," he alerted her before wiping up the liquid on her womanhood with his finger, garnering a light giggle from AJ before he sucked it clean, "Sweet."

Punk then wiped her sensitive area with a clean tissue, earning another cute giggle from AJ who quickly tried to push his hand away but to no avail, "Hehe, that tickles, Phil. Stop, hehe."

"Just making sure you're completely clean," he finished wiping her off, giving her a comforting smile and pecking her lips before going over to the counter to get more tissues. She then plopped onto her back and gazed into the emptiness of the ceiling as Punk finished cleaning off the table top although he had to admit he would need to clean it with soap in the morning before thinking of eating on it again.

"You okay?" Punk asked, noticing she had not moved much since their steamy encounter ceased as he headed to the rubbish bin again to throw away the soaked tissues.

"Not really, you absolutely wrecked me," she revealed with a small laugh, looking back at him as the high she had just experienced a couple of minutes ago died down and she was now feeling the ill effects it had on her body, "I think I'll need another night off from the ring, you really took a lot out of me."

"That bad, huh?" Punk grinned, satisfied with his work.

"I can't feel my legs," she admitted, her trademark laugh accompanying it.

"Is that your way of saying 'carry me to the bedroom'?"

"No, I really have lost some feeling in them after my thighs were constantly being slammed against the edge of the table," she started as she moved her legs a little to get a feel back in them, "Oh, and it doesn't help that my ass doesn't work now after you spanked it like a gazillion times."

"Hey, you asked for it," he argued.

"You should've told me that it'll sting thirty minutes later," she hit back.

"I thought it was common sense that it was going to leave more than a mark," he quipped wittily.

"So how bad is the mark?" AJ asked as she rolled her body onto its side, showing Punk her ass as she too tried to tilt her head and arch her back to look at it.

"It's marks," he corrected her, "And it's pretty red but since you asked for it and liked it so much, I have no ounce of guilt."

"I liked the feeling but I don't like how it looks like my butt is now replaced by two tomatoes," she hissed as Punk laughed in response, "How hard did you hit them?"

"You lost that much feeling in them that you couldn't tell how hard I was spanking you?" Punk asked with a laugh as she laid on her back again.

"No, it just felt so freakin' good that I couldn't tell the intensity of your slaps," she pointed out to him as a grin appeared on Punk's face again, "You really know how to spank me good, babe. No one has ever made me felt that way before."

"No one, eh?"

"No one," AJ confirmed, "In fact, if you can give me the same pleasure as just now every time we have sex, then I promise you I'll call you the best, the best in the world, the best since day one, any of your highly ego inflating nicknames each time."

"I don't need to be reminded I'm the best sweetie when I'm always called that in the ring," he arrogantly conceded.

"Oh really? That giant grin you sported when I said it told me otherwise," she said.

"First of all, you didn't say it, you screamed it at the top of your lungs," he started as AJ rolled her eyes at him, "Secondly, I never said I wouldn't enjoy hearing it. Who wouldn't?"

"Fine, but I'm now cringing at how big your ego-" AJ suddenly felt her ass burning when she tried to slide down the table a little, "Holy crap! It's really stinging now!"

Punk chuckled as AJ rolled a little to her side to rub her free hand over her burning ass, "Stop laughing Brooks and tell me how hard you were abusing my ass."

"Hard enough that at one point, the sound your ass made with my hands became louder than the screams you were making," he revealed with a smirk plastered across his face as she laid on her back once again after feeling the pain die down a little, "But it's okay, it's not like anyone will be seeing them."

"True, but now how am I gonna sit down, huh?"

"You have me, I'll be your soft, cushioned seat," he said as he pushed some of her hair away from her face.

"Something tells me I won't be sitting on your lap," she sneered.

"Where else could you sit on me, hmmm?" Punk teased as he tapped on his lips with his index finger in a thinking posture.

"When the time comes, I'm sure you'll think of something," she giggled before feeling an aching surround her whole body as the adrenaline high she had experienced was now all but gone, "But seriously Phil, I'm sore all over, my arms, my shoulders, my wrists, hell even my boobs."

"I didn't touch your boobs," he replied defensively, crossing his arms.

"You didn't have to, they kept rubbing against the table after you pulled my arms back," she revealed.

"Oh, I didn't know," he admitted as he rubbed the back of his head, a sheepish smile forming on his face.

"Of course you didn't, you were too busy banging your girlfriend senseless," AJ crudely pointed out as Punk laughed in response.

"You're developing a little sailor's mouth there, especially during sex," he finished with a wink.

"I know, it's scary," she giggled as Punk placed his hand on top of the table, resting some of his weight on it while continuing to stand adjacent to the table, "You've been a bad influence on me."

"That's what happens when you hang around with the bad boy too much," he pointed out.

"My mother did warn me to stay away from people like you but I was too stubborn to listen," she giggled as Punk noticed her fidgeting around with the side of her butt cheeks.

"Does my baby girl need me to massage her aching body for her?" he teased, a light blush forming on her cheeks after hearing him call her 'baby girl' for the first time.

"Yes please," she pouted, a face too adorable to resist as she held out her sore arms towards him.

"Let's get you to bed," he said as he lifted her off the table and carried her bridal style.

"Whoa, look at the mess we created," she said as she circled her arms around his neck and looked at the state of the living room.

Punk stopped for a moment to look back at the mess and smirked at her, "Not the first time that's happened."

AJ giggled in response, recalling the first time they made love to each other before nuzzling her head in his neck, enjoying the closeness and warmth of his bare body, "I love you, Phil."

"I love you too, April," he replied with a smile, kissing her head lovingly as they approached the bed. He then gently laid her down onto the bed before she retreated up the bed to rest her head on the soft, comfortable pillow, "So where do you want me to start?"

"My bright red ass," she answered cattily before turning over onto her belly as Punk chuckled at her response.

"If it makes you feel any better, the palms of my hands are stinging a little," he revealed but AJ was hardly interested.

"Nope, it didn't make me feel any better," she countered snappily as he snickered at her reply.

He then moved to the many drawers in his room to retrieve his massage oil, "So any regrets about giving me permission to do anything to your butt?"

"No and yes," she answered as she closed her eyes and put her folded arms in front of her on the pillow, "No because you made me feel so good that I'm pretty sure someone walking by your bus heard me and yes because you've changed the colour of my butt."

Chuckling, he went back to the bed after retrieving the oil and knelt beside AJ's bottom. Squirting out a little of the oil onto the palm of his hand, he rubbed it in between his hands before spreading it over onto her butt cheeks.

"Oh, your hands are so warm," she opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at Punk, surprised by the added warmth on her butt, "Did you put oil on them?"

"Yup," he simply answered, stroking her ass up and down at a slow pace as a soft, approving moan left AJ's lips.

"You have massage oil with you?" AJ asked with a hint of laughter.

"What's so funny?" he queried as he continued to spread the oil fully on her butt, "It's useful for treating aching and sore muscles."

"I also know it's useful as a lubricant," she hinted with a devilish smile.

"Yeah, yeah, but it's also useful for treating a certain diva's sore body which couldn't handle a little rough play," he hit back.

"It was more than a little," she argued lightly, "A little is doing me against a wall. I doubt any girl would've walked away as fresh as daisies if you did what you did to me on them."

"Want me to find out?" he grinned at her.

She knitted her eyebrows together in a death glare, "You better be joking, Punk."

"I am, I always am," he assured her as he looked towards her ass again. AJ closed her eyes in complete bliss but even though she enjoyed the massage he was giving, she could not help but feel a certain tiredness constantly bogging down on her body.

"God Phil…" AJ moaned, "You really held nothing back just now, I'm totally gassed out."

"Is that a first?" he asked in curiosity as he poured more oil onto his hands before applying them onto her butt cheeks again.

"Yeah, I feel tired just thinking about going again as promised," she answered, a hint of disappointment apparent in her voice as she enjoyed the added warmth by the newly-applied oil.

"It's ok, I'm thoroughly satisfied after one round," he reassured.

"Actually, if things had gone my way, we would've gone through your entire condom stash but now I can't even walk to get to the rest of your condoms," she revealed her original plans for the night, her eyes tight shut in pleasure.

"I can't believe it, I managed to tame the firecracker," he chuckled.

"You more than tamed her, you completely destroyed her," AJ declared as another soft moan left her lips, "Mmm... Next time, make sure she's at least able to walk away."

"I'll take note of that the next time I'm boning you," he chuckled again.

"Real romantic, Phil," AJ shook her ass, trying to shoo his hands away from her oiled cheeks, "Now massage my lifeless legs."

"Yes princess," he finished his words with a spank to one of her glistening cheeks.

"Phil!"

18 October 2013

Punk and AJ were in Mexico City for WWE's live event tour of Mexico. Just a day ago, they arrived in Guadalajara for the first day of the tour and it also marked the first time the couple travelled to another country with each other. It was a country where English is not always the language used for communication so Punk had to lean on AJ at times when it came to conversing with some of the locals, especially some of the staff of the hotel, though AJ's Spanish wasn't too good either.

After taking part in a taxing extreme rules match with Curtis and Paul, Punk decided to just sit in in the hotel for the day to rest up his body while AJ on the other hand, had to do an autograph signing with Rey Mysterio in the city. Punk was just amazed at how AJ had the energy to do all of this just roughly two weeks removed from suffering a terrible concussion. The day after she was cleared to compete, she worked a match with Brie for the Smackdown taping and just yesterday, she was wrestling with Natalya in a match which the crowd was really into, something which could not be said for most diva matches as of late. Her strength for her size was really deceptive and Punk really admired her work ethic. Before they dated, he knew she was a girl that worked hard for her opportunities but he did not know she would work this hard, especially after battling through a possibly career ending injury. So while Punk nursed his body back to health for another match tonight, AJ had just gone through her autograph signing which drew a large crowd. As she sat in the waiting area with Rey, waiting for their transport to arrive, she fiddled with her phone, waiting every couple of seconds to see a reply from Punk as they texted each other back and forth.

"So Chiquita, how are things going in the E for you?" Rey asked, jolting AJ away from her phone's screen.

"Oh, it's been great," she locked her phone and stuffed it into the back pocket of her jeans.

"I finally managed to get this lil' baby," she added as she patted the Divas' Title which lay in front of her on the table.

"Sweet, but I think the women's title would look better on you," he told her honestly.

"Yeah, but Vince doesn't wanna bring it back so I've gotta settle with the next best thing," she informed him with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Oh yeah, by the way, you and Nattie put on a great match last night, quite impressive I have to say," Rey praised with small, approving nods of the head.

"Oh my, coming from you, that really means a lot," AJ revealed, placing her hand over her chest as she tried to digest that Rey Mysterio had just praised her.

"Don't mention it, you're really good but I wanna see more Mexican style wrestling moves from you," he said in hope, "I've seen you do them before."

"I wish I could do some of them but I'm a heel now and the writers want me to do more grounded moves," she made it known to Rey.

"Ah, that's a shame," he said with a sigh accompanying it as AJ's phone vibrated. She knew it was from Punk so she decided to just delay replying to him while continuing to talk to Rey.

"So how's my man Punk doing?" Rey coincidentally asked in curiosity of his long-time friend whom he met in the indies after returning to the states shortly after WCW closed down, "Man, it's been ages since I last talked to the guy. I didn't manage to catch him last night. You two still tight, right?"

"Um yeah, he's doing good, well sorta," AJ informed him a little nervously, "He's still wrestling through pain."

"That sounds like Punk, alright," Rey chuckled as memories of Punk ran through his mind, "As stubborn as always but he does it because he's so passionate about this business."

"So how are he and Amy doing? Or is he still being very secretive about his personal life?" Rey queried which caused AJ to gulp, not really knowing how best to answer him.

"Oh, err… T-They broke up," she spluttered out, saying the first thing which came to her mind.

"Oh no, what happened?"

"Err… Erm… I happened…" she answered rather apprehensively.

"You and Punk are now..." Rey hinted as AJ nodded, not needing to hear the rest of his question to answer him.

"Y-Yeah… It just happened, you know," she divulged, "One day, he just came to me and asked me if I wanted to try us and I said yes."

"So that's why I saw a picture of you two at a Cubs game," he said in realisation with a snap of his fingers, just managing to piece it all together.

"Yeah..."

"Wow, actually I shouldn't be surprised since I've always known you two were very close," he told her.

"Yeah," AJ simply voiced out as another nervous laugh followed it.

"So where is he right now?"

"Back in the hotel," she revealed, "He had a rough flight this morning so he needed to rest up."

"I see…" he nodded understandingly, knowing Punk's distaste of flights, "In that case, tell him I said 'hi' and to find me tonight. We need to catch up."

"Sure thing… Err…" she retrieved one of the posters that were handed out to the crowd and which she had signed on for hundreds of people just a couple of minutes ago, "He actually told me to tell you he wants your autograph."

"Really? CM Punk wants my autograph?" Rey laughed in surprise, unable to believe it.

"Yeah, he's asking one for a friend," she notified him as she passed him the relatively small poster.

"Oh ok, who should I make it out to?" Rey asked, taking a nearby marker and getting ready to sign on the poster.

"Uh, AJ."

"AJ?" Rey laughed again, a little devious grin apparent on his masked face.

"Yeah, it stands for Aaron… Jordan," she said, making up a name on the spot but not really masking it that well.

"So shouldn't I make it out to Aaron Jordan then?" Rey teased, about to make contact with the poster.

"No no, AJ will do and umm, make it short and sweet," AJ hurriedly told him before Rey happily signed on the poster with AJ's name on it.

"Here," he passed her back the poster before winking at her, "Make sure this gets to Aaron."

"I will," she giggled, rolling up the poster.

AJ sat at one of the sofas surrounding a glass-top table, as usual playing 'Bejeweled' on her phone as she waited for Punk to come back from the arena. They had agreed to meet at the lobby of the hotel they were staying at so that they could go get some food together for the night. However, after roughly thirty minutes, Punk still had not showed up.

"Where is he?" AJ thought, looking around the lobby after pausing her game for a moment, "The hotel restaurant's probably closed by now... Maybe I should call him... But I don't wanna sound clingy... Ahhh, he won't mind."

She exited her game and searched for his number, not taking that long to find it since he was prominent in her 'Recents' list. Just as she was about to make the call, a pair of lips kissed onto her cheek and when she looked to the source of the affection, she was greeted with the sight of none other than CM Punk.

"You finally came," she gave him a loving smile as Punk sat down beside her.

"Sorry for the wait," he apologised, "I was signing and taking pictures with the fans back at the arena."

"Awww," she drawled, placing her hand on his thigh and making an 'O' with her mouth, "You're becoming just like John."

"Watch it."

"Sheesh, sensitive much?" AJ remarked, taking her hand away from his thigh and quickly noticing the all-red plastic bag that he had placed on the table, "What do you have there?"

"Our food for the night," he answered, pulling down the plastic bag to reveal two styrofoam containers stacked on top of the other, "I knew the restaurant was gonna be closed by the time we came back and I'm not too fond of walking these streets late at night, especially with you by my side so I got some supper from catering."

"I hope it makes up for me making you wait," he added.

"This is so sweet," she commented, her hands clasped together as one over her mouth as Punk took the packets completely out of the plastic bags and placed them in front of both of them, "What did you get then?"

"I basically ransacked everything they had left since I was the last guy to leave the arena but I think you'll like what you'll see," he confessed as he opened up the containers one at a time, revealing a large dory fillet, French fries and coleslaw in each one with AJ's having a couple of éclairs and a chocolate muffin stuffed in it as well since Punk knew of her love of baked goods.

"Whoa, I feel full just looking at it," she laughed, seeing her packet filled to the brim with food as Punk handed her a plastic fork and knife.

"Eat up," he cajoled, pushing the container closer to the edge of the table for her, "We need to put some meat on those bones."

"Ugh, says the guy who's been called skinny fat," she countered, beginning to cut up her fish.

"I don't get that, am I supposed to eat more or eat less then?"

"I don't know, ask Hunter," she shrugged since Triple H was the one to come up with that term for him, "But since there's the word 'skinny', you too have to eat up."

"Yes, ma'am," he went on to stab a French fry before welcoming it into his mouth, "So how was the bus ride?"

"Lonely," AJ pouted as she managed to cut up a piece out of her fish, "There was no one to talk to."

"I thought Paul was on it?"

"He was but he was sitting with Curtis so I just sat alone and played Bejeweled," she said a little despondently before jabbing her fork into the dory and stuffing it into her mouth.

"Aw, I wished I could've joined you but for some reason, the heels and faces needed to be separated," he reasoned with her.

"That's stupid, what does it matter if I'm a heel or a face?" AJ spat, jabbing her fries forcefully with her fork and blowing some of her hair away from her face with a huff, "I should be free to ride with my boyfriend."

"You're so cute when you're angry," he smiled before putting another fry in his mouth as a red blush formed on her cheeks.

"If that was your way to calm me down, it worked," she giggled, pushing her glasses back up her nose.

"I always know the right things to say," he proudly claimed, "So were you so bored on the bus that you decided to tweet E?"

AJ snickered in reply, "Yeah, you jealous?"

"Nope, it's just interesting what you said to him," he said.

"What did I say?" AJ asked, acting innocent as if she did not know what she had written to Big E.

"Dumb isn't a good look on you, sweetheart," he chuckled with little shakes of the head, "So tell me, why did E helping me out mean that he's still on your payroll?"

"Because he's protecting my baby," she answered, rubbing her hand up and down his upper arm, "Fine, I'll admit it. I couldn't help it and I sorta gave out a hint about us."

"I'm sorry," she apologised, "I know how much you wanna keep us a secret from the fans so please don't be mad."

"Mad? I have no problem if you wanna tell the whole world we're together," he laughed, amused by her thinking, "At least I know you're not ashamed of being with a jerk like me."

"You're crazy if you thought that way before," she noted as her hand moved down to his lower arm, patting it in the process, "I'm proud to be with you which is why I did what I did."

"Well if you wanna announce us together, you can go right ahead," Punk said with ease, giving her permission to make them public as he started cutting up his fish, "Just be warned that you probably won't be able to use your twitter for a while."

"Hmmm, I did have to avoid twitter after the sighting of us at the Cubs' game because of people bombarding me questions about us..." AJ pondered, tapping her lips with her index finger.

"Mhmm..." Punk hummed as he chewed on his fish.

"Yeah, you're right. There'll be a complete meltdown if I were to do that. I think I'll stick to the subtle hints, plus it's more fun to see the fans' reaction to these little hints," she giggled, finding amusement whenever she would look through some of the tweets people sent to her regarding her and Punk.

"You're evil," he chuckled.

"Adorably evil," she corrected him with a devilish grin.

"Anyways, I could care less about what the fans think about our personal lives," he declared, "What I do care however, is the issue between you and your parents."

"Oh, that..." AJ muttered, looking away from Punk and concentrating on her food instead.

"Yes, that," Punk lowered his head so that he could see most of her face, "Did you really think I was gonna forget?"

"Yes actually, you didn't mention it for four days or so..." AJ mumbled, rolling a French fry back and forth with her fork.

"Talk to me, what's wrong?" Punk asked in concern, putting down his utensils and giving her his absolute attention. It was clear that this was something that bothered her a lot and she deserved his full attention if she was to open up to him.

"Nothing's wrong, me and my parents are cool... It's just..." AJ felt hesitant to answer him but did so anyway while still playing with her food and not looking him in the eye, "They don't seem to want to see me wrestle."

"They don't support you wrestling for a living?"

"No, they do," she shot up, turning her head towards Punk, "They have no problems with me wrestling but it's just... Complicated..."

"Ever since I came to the WWE, they moved back to Puerto Rico so I guess it's understandable that they'll find it hard to come here to the states to see me in the ring. I get that but every time I ask them to come out to a pay-per-view, there'll always be an excuse for why they can't make it," she explained as Punk just sat beside her, listening on intently.

"Oh, your dad will be working. Oh, we have to take care of your cousins. Oh, it's too far," she rang off some of the excuses they had given to her in the past with her fingers, "Oh, we can't be bothered to come only to watch you just for seven minutes. Oh, we-"

"They really said that?" Punk questioned in astonishment at her latest excuse, cutting her off.

"No, but they might as well," she murmured, resuming playing with her food, "Last Wrestlemania, I thought that was the perfect time for them to come over since it was in New Jersey but as per usual, they couldn't make it. Ever since then, I've given up asking them. I've accepted that they'll never see me wrestle because they don't want to."

"C'mon, don't say that. I'm sure they have their reasons. They were there for you when it mattered, right?"

"They were, which is why I can never truly be mad at them," she revealed, dropping her fork down onto her food, "If it weren't for them, I probably wouldn't be alive today. I probably wouldn't be able to live my dream. It just would be nice if they were there in person to see me do it."

"They're there in spirit," he said, trying to cheer her up.

AJ snickered in response, "That's what I keep telling myself but it's not bringing them any closer to me, is it?"

"Hey," he placed his hand on her shoulder, jolting her head towards him once more, "They love you and that's all that counts."

"I wish my parents were able to show me half the love yours did. My parents may not have been as poor as yours but they're definitely poor in terms of love. My parents did not care enough about me and my sisters to stop wasting away the little money we had on alcohol and cigarettes. They gave everything to my bastard of a brother who in the end, stole loads of money from me and after I made it big, I had to get a restraining order from my very own mother who threatened to leak my past and even kill herself if I didn't give her any money," he confessed, telling a brief story of his chequered upbringing, "You have it lucky April, at least your parents behave like parents."

"I'm sorry, I must sound like a spoiled and selfish brat to you," she grabbed his hand and held it tight, knowing it must have been hard to share his past with her.

"It's alright, I just wanted to remind you that as long as they still talk to you and ask how you're doing, then you have nothing to worry about," he gave her a comforting smile, "They'll be there in the stands watching you kick ass in the ring one day, trust me."

AJ returned the smile but quickly was worried about his state of mind, "You ok? I hope I didn't cause you to relive any bad memories of your childhood."

"I'm fine, I don't need my parents when I have you," Punk said, his smile still as present as ever as AJ's cheeks reddened once more, so red that even he noticed it, "Heh, you're blushing."

"It's all your fault," she let go of his hands and lightly slapped his bicep with the back of her hand, "Do you always have to say such sweet things?"

"As long as it makes you happy, sweetheart."

"Well it did, which got me thinking..." AJ began trailing her index and middle fingers up his arm, "Maybe we should save this food for later and head on upstairs for a little you and me time."

Punk sneered, knowing what she meant as a cheesy grin quickly formed on his face. He then began massaging his chin with his fingers, seemingly in deep thought about her offer, "Hmmm, I'd have to think about that-"

"Hey Punk, how's Lita?" out of nowhere, a rather pudgy, male fan popped out in front of them, a cheesy grin tugging on his lips, interrupting Punk's conversation with AJ.

"What did you just say?" Punk asked as he stood up from his seat, unable to believe the nerve of the guy to interrupt him by mentioning Amy in front of AJ.

"Phil," AJ simply said, not using too many words to warn him against making a scene.

"I was just asking how Lita's doing," he repeated, still donning that grin which was annoying the hell out of Punk.

"And why would you wanna know, huh?"

"I'm just curious, that's all."

"If I were you, I'd wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you," Punk threatened, pointing at him as a couple of people in the lobby area started to take notice of their 'conversation'.

"Phil, calm down," AJ said in a low tone, standing up from the sofa.

"No, April. I know what this guy's trying to do, he can clearly see I'm busy with you yet he brings up Lita with a smile on his face," Punk explained as he noticed the fan's body start to tense up, "He just wants to see my reaction."

"N-No, that wasn't my intention. I just-"

"You were just what? Trying to rile me up?"

"No, I just wanted to see how Lita's doing," he emphasised once again, though Punk could see through him as clear as water.

"Bullshit!" Punk suddenly shouted, catching the fan and some of the people looking on by surprise. Even AJ felt her body jolt up from the sudden rise in his voice, "Don't lie to me, you just wanted to troll me and get a reaction out of me."

"Do you know how fucking rude you're being right now? You disturbed my private time and inappropriately bring Lita up in front of her, do you want to be punched?" Punk quizzed him in a reprimanding tone, motioning towards AJ when he brought her up.

"Look, chill alright," the fan held up his open hands in an almost surrender stance, "I didn't know about you two-"

"Damn right you don't," Punk swiftly cut him off sharply, no hint of him holding anything back in his words and demeanour, "You don't know a fucking thing about my god damn life so before I beat the shit out of you, you better walk away."

"Ok, fine, I'll go. Damn, I didn't know you didn't have a sense of humour," the fan began walking backwards slowly to the lift lobby before proceeding to 'talk' to AJ this time around, "How do you deal with him?"

This infuriated Punk, making him angrier than ever, "Come back here and say it right in my face!"

"Phil! Chill!" AJ exclaimed, trying to hold him back from jumping the fan.

Punk was about to attack the fan but when he looked down at AJ's eyes which begged and pleaded with him to stop as she held him in position, he decided to do the sensible thing and just let it go even though it went against every fibre of his being, "You got lucky, pal! Next time, I'll make sure you won't be able to smile, buddy!"

The fan quickly disappeared from Punk's view but his anger was still apparent, "Phil! He's gone, ok! Calm down!"

Punk took short breaths as he fumed through his nostrils before plopping back down on the sofa, "I'm calm, I'm fucking calm."

AJ sighed, knowing he did not really mean to use that tone with her. Before she could say another word to Punk, a guy in a suit, assumed to be the hotel manager, walked up to them, "Is there a problem here?"

"Yeah, there is-"

"No no, no problem," AJ quickly corrected Punk, "We'll be on our way."

"Um, ok but please control him," he told AJ, looking briefly over to Punk, "Some of our guests are trying to sleep."

"Well blame that asshole who-"

"We're sorry, we'll go before we make another scene," AJ intervened once again, probably saving them from getting kicked out of the hotel as she started packing up their half-eaten food.

"Thank you, do you need someone to take care of your bags?" the manager asked but AJ quickly found her answer when Punk took his and her luggage along with him towards the lift lobby, doing it in a silent manner.

"No, that won't be necessary," she shot the manager a weak smile before finishing stuffing their food back in the plastic bag, "Thank you anyways."

AJ then carried the food and rushed over to where Punk was as he continued to wait for the elevator to come down. Silence filled the air as Punk and AJ made their way back to their room with him not even glancing back at her as he walked in front of her the entire time. By the way he was acting, it started to come off to her that he was angry at her as well which was the last thing she wanted after a stressful day at work. They continued to live in silence after they entered their room, seemingly forgetting about their food as their appetite vanished with the appearance of the fan. Punk was unusually the first one to take a shower, though AJ stood out of his way, not wanting to anger him anymore. After AJ got done showering and got dressed in a simple plain white tee and pyjamas pants, she crawled into bed, joining Punk who was reading a 'Preacher' comic with the top of his back and the back of his head resting against the headboard of the bed. AJ did not want to continue in this dreaded silence anymore so she took a chance and rolled on top of Punk, her chin resting on his stomach.

"You still mad?" AJ asked timidly in a small voice.

"I'm not," he answered, not looking at AJ and continuing to read his comic as his blunt tone said otherwise.

"Yes you are," she pushed the comic down to his chest so that their eyes could meet, "You've still got a scowl on your face."

Punk sighed, knowing he could not bottle his anger up inside anymore as AJ made herself heard again, "Are you mad at me?"

"What? Why would I be mad at you?" Punk asked in disbelief as he caressed the side of her face.

"I don't know..." AJ put the top of her overlapping hands under her chin, now resting them on top of his stomach as well, "You're giving me the cold shoulder like I did something wrong just now."

"You didn't do anything wrong," he assured, rubbing her cheek with his thumb, "In fact, you did the right thing. I probably would've gotten us kicked to the curb if you didn't stop me from attacking the guy."

"Well you did attack the guy verbally," she chuckled inwardly as a small smile crept onto Punk's face the moment he saw her smile and hear her adorable giggle.

"He deserved to be physically attacked as well," he chimed in.

"You shouldn't care about people like that, it's obvious that he's just trolling you," AJ reasoned with him.

"I know I shouldn't but I still wanna punch his teeth down his throat," he spat, the scowl slowly forming back on his face, "He's totally ruined my mood for tonight."

"No he hasn't," she pushed herself up his body and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, calming him somewhat.

"He's right though..." Punk admitted, cupping one of her cheeks with his hand, "How do you deal with me and my mood swings on a daily basis?"

"It's a gift, plus you're not a jerk all the time," AJ merely replied with a smile before placing his comic book on the bedside table and lifting up his shirt up to his armpits, allowing her to lower herself down his body and kiss his midsection. Punk quickly felt his body ease up with each kiss she placed as she travelled down his body.

"We shouldn't..." Punk stopped AJ from pulling his pants down when she reached the waistband of his pants, "I'm still angry and it's not really the mood for this."

"Shhh, we need to release all this tension inside of you," she assured with a wicked smile, her whispering those words quickly making him feel hard. She proceeded to lower his pants and subsequently his underwear down his legs, tugging them down just far enough such that his semi-erect member was able to pop out. She then spread out his legs far enough so that her body was able to settle in between them. Licking her lips at the sight of him, she rested herself on her shins and bent down to the level of his length before gripping it with her hand and stroking it up and down.

"This shouldn't... Be the way to calm me down... It feels wrong..." Punk said with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation she was creating with her hand as his dick quickly hardened at her touch. A couple of seconds later and he felt a wet but warm feeling surround his member, "Oh fuck..."

AJ began to slowly and teasingly bob her head up and down his dick, still stroking it with her hand as it moved in tandem with her mouth while her other hand held her hair away from her face. When AJ really picked up the pace, Punk felt himself let go a little, "O-Ok... I take it back... T-This feels right..."

AJ giggled after hearing his response, or rather hummed to herself with her mouth being full and all, knowing that she was making her man happy and making him forget about what made him so angry in the first place.

"So much better than a comic book..." Punk remarked breathlessly, his teeth biting down onto his lower lip at the sight of his girlfriend going down on him as he reached over to the bedside drawer for a condom.

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