A/N: This is a two-shot...or one-shot if you aren't a fan of lemons. This is chapter is still T. I kinda took this from Raw on 6/25, I got an idea from AJ and Punk's segment backstage. So this is Punk centric, possibly a little OOC I tried not to. Goes to their serious talk...and you'll have to read to find out what happens.

The three-way elimination match had not gone as planned at all, but he didn't care so much about that. He was more concerned with little distraction that happened during the match. Really the reason he was able to pin Kane. Then Daniel capitalized his distraction to get the win. He wasn't sure what to think anymore. AJ had come to ring side for several of his matches now, ranging from skipping around the ring once before leaving, to actually being in the match as his tag partner.
He wanted to talk to her, but after searching around for large amount of the show he had partly given up. The other part was he had gotten a phone call.

It was his sisters. They were asking him about the match or maybe more specifically AJ. But he rolled his eyes at their telling him that he should date AJ. He quickly changed the subject.

"Yeah, he's- OK, bye." He said. Hanging up his phone. Another moment is eyes were covered by two delicate hands. His mouth twisted into a smile.

"Guess who?" A sweet voice asked that really could only belong to one person.

"Ummm...King Kong Bundy." He joked before the hands pulled away.

"No, Silly, it's me." AJ stood in a white robe. This was probably the most she had ever been covered...at least from what he had seen of her.

"What's up?" He asked. Even though he had been looking for her earlier he didn't want to admit that.

"Hi...um..." That slip her speech showed how nervous she was. "You know...I know that things didn't really go how you wanted to earlier...and I'm sorry."

He scratched the back of his head nervous about where she was going with this little speech.

"And I just wanted to make it up to you. And so tonight, when I compete in the Diva's Summer Time Beach Battle Royal. I'm gonna dedicate my match to you." She was smiling. And she didn't seem to notice his curious gaze down at the robe wondering what was underneath the white material.

"OK, thanks." He said somewhat off put on her decision. He stood up from the trunk he had been sitting on. "Maybe after that, you and I sit down and have a serious, serioustalk about what's going on between me and you?"

"OK. And you know what, I know what you're gonna say Punk. And I'm not against taking things to the next level...I'm-I'm open to it. But first I have to win this battle royal." She was off down the hall before he could say anything else.

He made a heavy sigh running a hand over his gelled hair. He resigned himself to waiting again. He moved to his private locker to watch the match in peace. Seeing the divas lined up in their different swimwear was a sight. His eyes lingering on the petite AJ glad in her red and black bikini, really how could that not put a smile on his lips.

The smile dropped quiet fast though when Vickie came out in that silk black robe. He could feel the dread coming. He was a huge fan of horror films, but even this was hard on his eyes. Vickie letting the material fall to reveal the animal print bathing suit. He could only be thankful that it wasn't a bikini.

When the battle royal started he could see the different sets of divas going at it. He saw AJ cornered by Beth and Natalya who seemed to have joined forces in the match to provide one of them would win. They got distracted by other divas leaving AJ in the corner going largely unnoticed by the other women. He chuckled some when Beth ended up eliminating Natalya when gunning for Layla with Beth following after her.

With only AJ, Layla, and Vickie left. He started to wonder why Layla was moving to the 'Cougar' considering Vickie's in ring still she wasn't a huge threat to someone who was the Diva's Champion...he hoped so at least. But AJ made herself know grabbing Layla and spinning her around. She sent Layla over the rope even but she had still hung on so she wasn't eliminated. Layla attacked back, but was distracted when Beth came round. And even though she got rid of Beth AJ had come up and pushed her off the apron and onto the floor leaving her and Vickie remaining.

Then in a move he'd expect whole from Vickie she lifted AJ, barely, only putting her through the second rope. Not that it mattered since AJ had held on while Vickie started celebrating.

AJ slid back into the ring stalking Vickie much like a real cougar might her prey. He kinda felt bad for Vickie for a split second. But he also felt she brought it on herself...Vickie had made some crude comments towards AJ and slapped her. Back then he arrived...and by his assumption saved Vickie from a mauling...barely, Sheamus was very helpful in that moment.

Vickie was screeching was coming through the speaker. She really didn't need a microphone for that voice. After Vickie bumped into AJ he focused on her reaction. AJ seemed somewhat calm, but then after the push from Vickie she immediately sprung back using the momentum to tackle Vickie to the mat. Vickie was able to lift her up and push her off. She crawled through the ropes trying to escape AJ's fury. But AJ gave a few kicks to Vickie making sure she feel off the ring.

AJ won...and she did the...'YES!' chant...Punk was truly confused. He left the locker room and headed to the guerrilla waiting for AJ to come through. She came through smiling and bouncing on her feet. Once she saw him she immediately came over and launched into his chest. Her arms circling around her neck as she hugged him. "Did you see my match?" She said grinning like a cat.

Punk laughed lightly putting a hand on her back to steady her against him. "Yes, or should I say 'Yes, Yes, Yes" He said raising a brow to her.

Her smile faded to a pout. She let go, moving down his body from her elevated height. "I still dedicated my match to you." She reminded sounding mildly hurt.

"I know. OK. Now how about we go somewhere more private? Do you wanna change first?" He asked. Looking down from her face he got a closer look at her bikini. Quickly moving his eyes back up so she wouldn't catch him checking her out.

"Nope. Let's go." She was bouncing on her feet again going ahead of him.

He looked up taking a deep breath to calm himself before following her trail. She was already far ahead of him. She was already in the room when he entered. He was startled to say the least to the...perfect view of her ass as she bent over getting a close look at his championship title. One of her fingers trailing over the letters of his name.

"Um...yeah...are you sure you didn't want to change?" He said going around he went to his bag pulling out his street clothes.
"I'm fine. I'm still feeling some adrenaline from the match. Mostly kicking that Grandma's butt out of the ring." AJ responded standing straight smile beaming at him. "So, you wanted to talk?"

"Um, yeah...the thing is..." Punk paused any moment he tried to look at her. He usually wasn't one to focus on a woman's body when talking to her. Seriously with all the divas walking around in hardly anything for ring attire it was easy to lose some of the visual stimulation that came with looking at women. AJ, however, was affect him. "Um...yeah. Seriously you should go change. You could catch a cold or something." It was a stupid reasoning, but his brain wasn't exactly getting all of the blood it should at this moment.

AJ seemed to be thinking for moment before she came over to his stuff. She rummaged through like it was her own snatching a shirt. She slipped it over her petite form. It was large on her falling past her ass. "Better?" She asked, spinning around to model the new attire.

Really that was probably a no. He thought it was extremely hot when she had wore his t-shirts to the ring before with her own customizations. Now...she was wearing his shirt...literally his shirt. This was like the image of woman in a man's button of dress shirt to WWE Champion, aka even hotter. But she was covered, her small figure not visible through the large shirt, so maybe this could work.

"OK." He said. He sat on the bench and she plopped down next to him, watching him. "AJ, just who do you have feeling for? And I mean seriously." He said strictly looking at the younger female.

"You." The fact that she didn't even hesitate in answering caused his jaw to drop.

"Then what's with this kissing Kane, skipping around wearing a Kane mask, saying you aren't over Daniel?...Seriously AJ, you have got to explain this to me." He questioned looking at her.

"I don't know...I was just trying to help." She was nervously looking to her lap, her hands playing with the end of his shirt.
He turned his body so he was straddling the bench now. "AJ, I'm the best in the world. I know you're trying to help, but I don't need it...you have helped some, so I guess I'll thank you for that...But AJ doing that kind of stuff is dangerous. You don't know how Kane or Bryan will react. During that tag match, after you had kissed him and then he tagged out. Bryan was more than ready to put you in some submission." He explained being as clear as he could. "Plus, your actions haven't made much sense...to anyone."

"I thought I made it clear." AJ started turning her own body so she was also straddling the bench now facing him. "Listen to what you've said Punk. You care about me, something...no one as done before. I wanna be with you...You are such...a great person."

"AJ-" He tried to speak, but her hand silence him. He went silent as her small hands came round to the back of his neck and pulled him towards her so their lips connected. Punk was shocked, but after the shock wore away he was kissing her back. Her tongue flicked over his bottom, primarily his lip ring. He opened his lips allowing her tongue entrance and his own tongue coming out and running over her.

His hands found her waist. She made a small squeak when he light her up and set her between his open legs, her legs going over his and wrapping around his waist. She relaxed easily, one hand gripping at the back of his head and the other gripping onto his sweat jacket. Once they pulled away they were both panting to catch their breath...looking into each others eyes. Both glazed and darkened by lust...

"...Hotel?..." Punk asked between pants know she would get the meaning. She only gave a quick nod in reply.

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Also if you're willing to read the next chapter that has the lemon, fair warning I'm not very experienced in them yet. So this is kinda a practice piece for me.