Once again, a big thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed. I thought I would write a one shot to get me back into the swing of things, from having such a mad writers block. And here we are, chapter five. This is the last chapter of this mini fic. You are all so awesome :)

AJ's POV.

I can't move. I'm completely frozen. As Phil, oh god, you're on the verge of opening that door. And in my head, I'm screaming for you to stop, but the words never reach my mouth. My pulse increases as your hand presses down on the cool metal, gently pulling it towards you. Fuck! It really can't happen like this. It just can't. My heart is thudding against my ribcage and I feel sick. You're really going to do this. You were telling the truth.

You move to the side, to let Amy in, and the smile on her face instantly disappears. Her eyes meet mine. If looks could kill, I would have dropped down dead where I stood. She looks back at you but you don't really register her confused stare because you haven't been able to take your eyes off me from she entered the room. You close the door, casually walking towards me, stopping short. A gentle smile appears on your lips and somehow I know that we'll be ok. You turn to face Amy letting out a long sigh.

"Phil? What's going on? What's she doing in your room, like that?" She spits out, her glare never leaving me. Her arms folded defiantly.

You rub your hand over your shaven head, grinding hard, back and forth as you try to find the words you have yet to say.

"Look, Amy. There's no other way that I can say this. But it needs to be said. Me and you...this thing we've had going on..it's..it's over."

I'm utterly dumbfounded and I can sense Amy is too, by the way her stance changes, her arms dropping to her sides and her eyes, that were boring holes into me are now doing the same to you. Oh Phil you silly bastard. My heart fills with pride as Amy's face fills with anger. You can feel the tension in this tiny hotel room, and then cut it with a knife.

"Wha- what do you mean it's over?" She rushes forward towards you, grabbing for your hands but you won't have it and you step back, as if she would burn you with her touch.

"It means exactly what I just said, I can't go on fooling myself, fooling you, fooling everybody. I'm not happy Amy."

She backs up at your words, taking deep breaths. I try to push up further against the wall, trying to blend into it. Amy looks shaken, as she combs her fingers through her long hair. Contemplating what to do next I imagine. But before I am aware of what's happening, she lunges towards me. You step quickly in front, protecting me as Amy's arms reach round either side of your body, trying to claw at me. But you're trying to keep her at a distance.

"You fucking bitch! You just couldn't leave him alone could you?" Her eyes are wide. She's seething.

"Amy! Calm the fuck down. This isn't April's fault, it's mine. Blame me, just blame me." You're still trying to stop her getting to me but she's putting up one hell of a fight. She slaps your hands away, not satisfied with that, she then begins to slap at your face and head. You don't flinch, would you rather her take her anger out on you than me? I know you think you deserve this, but I'm not sure how long I can just sit back and watch her take shot after shot at you. This isn't right. It's not.

" You bastard! How long? How long have you been fucking her behind my back? Tell me god dammit!"

"Just once. It happened just once." You're face is now red, hints of scratches forming around your left eye.

"I don't believe you!" She has every right not to but she needs to hear the truth and there is no fucking way I'm letting her think that I could lower myself that much. I'm not the other woman. She is.

"It's the truth whether you believe it or not," I manage, coming out louder than I anticipated.

"Why couldn't you just stay away huh? He was doing fine, we were doing fine. Suddenly you pop up and it's over? I'm not going to let you just steal him from me. He's mine."

"I'm not yours. I- I never was. I'm so sorry. My heart, has only ever truly belonged to one person" You turn your head to look at me. Reaching your hand out signalling for me to take it. I step forward without any hesitation. I can feel the tears start to well in my eyes as I grasp your hand into mine. Giving it a reassuring squeeze, before we both turn back to face Amy. This was how it was supposed to be. Just me and you against the world. Fuck everyone else

"Oh how touching, pass me the puke bucket." Amy's demeanour vastly changes. The distraught girlfriend's gone. Replaced. One vengeful ex girlfriend coming right up. And I should know because no less than 24 hours ago I was feeling the same way.

She rests her left hand on her hip, the right hand reaching her mouth as she drums her fingers against her bottom lip. Pensive. I can see her formulating some type of plan in her head. I don't like this one bit. I have a feeling I know what's coming next, and it's going to be big. This is the finale. The big test. This is what it all boils down to.

"Hmmm, I wonder what Paul's going to make of this little rendezvous? I'm sure he won't be too thrilled to learn, that all his hard work and sound advice was thrown away in a quickie when this little slut opened her legs for you!"

I feel you tense, and I can sense you're doing everything you can not to let your anger get the best of you. I pull at your hand and you glance down at me. Your eyes soften as I wordlessly let you know, that what she's saying isn't having the same effect on me.

You are reluctant to let go of my hand but you know that I need to do this too. I need to have my say, my last word, my closure from this horrible nightmare, I'm finally waking up from, beside you. So I step away, and Phil I already miss the closeness. That right there is why you scare me so much. The power you have over me, is completely mind blowing.

I step up, and look her dead in the eye. I'm not pulling any punches this time round.

"You thought you had it all figured out. You and Paul. You didn't give a shit about Phil until he made it to the top. You thought you could ride on his coattails. You and that fat, greasy creep, poisoning him. Feeding him lies, just to get what you wanted. What were you going to do Amy, when it was time for Phil to step down? No title equals no benefits. Would you still "love" him then? What about Paul? Would Phil still be considered a son to him, when all the fame and all the glory dwindled away? When WWE superstar CM Punk becomes just Phil Brooks again?"

You scoff at me, rolling your eyes and I swear, it's taken all of my willpower not to spear you into that wall and smash your face in. The words I've been thinking for months, now out in the air for everyone to hear. And it feels so fucking good. I know your game Amy and now so does Phil.

I step up onto my tippy toes, I grab her arm hard, squeezing it as I reach in to whisper, "Don't ever underestimate me Amy. Ever. Lets's get one thing perfectly clear. You were the other woman. He loves me, not you. And if you ever try and come between us again. It will be the last thing you do. Do we understand each other?"

Amy looks back between you and I a few times before she shrugs me off, " You know what, fuck this. You can have him sweetheart!"

She turns on her heel and makes her way to the door. Leaving without looking back. I feel that I can breathe properly now from the time she entered the room. I look up to the ceiling, blinking away tears that are threatening to fall. I think they're happy tears but christ, I'm relieved and I know you are too, as you appear close behind me. Moving the my hair away from my shoulder. You place a gentle kiss on the curve of my neck and I can feel those butterflies in my tummy. Your lips travel up to my ear, leaving a trail of kisses.

"Now do you believe me?" Your breathless whisper, makes me shudder in acceptance. The things you make me feel, the energy that I get from you, it makes my hair stand on end, my heart race, it fills me with the upmost joy and I never thought I would ever feel that way again.

I turn and face you, resting my palms on your chest as you cup my flushed face in your gentle hands, your thumbs simultaneously wiping away my tears on each cheek.

"I believe you. I believe in you. I believe in us. I always have."

Your breath hitches in your throat and you smile that beautiful smile of yours as you lean in and kiss me softly.

"I love you April, I love you so much." I can hear your voice break a little and I rub my palms up and down your chest, calming you.

"I love you too. It's us against the world right?"

"And fuck everyone else!" I can't help but giggle at your tone as I press my nose into you're t-shirt, taking in a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

"Phil?"

"Yes?" You kiss the top of my head, waiting for me to speak.

I lean back out and look into your bright eyes full of love, I know is only for me.

"Can we make it official now?"

Your grin like the Cheshire cat, scooping me up into your willing arms and I yelp in surprise. Wrapping my legs around your waist, I place my hands on top of those broad shoulders, massaging them a little. Noticing the playful look in your eyes.

"Yes ma'am!"

Thankfully, I'm obviously not the only one that feels the urgency of this. You catch your hand around my jaw and force your mouth hard against mine, the tip of your tongue darting out of your mouth and swiping at my bottom lip, urging me to part my lips which I do so readily, pulling you down on top of me, the pressure feels amazing.

And Phil, while you dominate my mouth, I learnt long ago how to play you, hard at your own game. It's what makes us, us. I suck your bottom lip at different paces, not afraid to bite into the soft cushion of it. You moan almost involuntarily into my mouth, which makes me shiver with excitement.

I can't help but let my hands go everywhere, drifting across the very well defined muscle of your back, up into the nape of your warm neck, your pulse quickening simply beneath my touch. And still you never surrender, mouth working against mine relentlessly. But as intoxicating as it is, suddenly it's not enough. I want to feel your skin against mine.

You half lift me away from the soft mattress, the cool sheets melting deliciously into my burning skin as my clothes fall away from my form. I feel you tug roughly at them until they are gone, slowly lowering me back down across the thick, rumpled, fleecy material.

So that leaves me, just in my underwear. I'm warm enough, even if I do feel a little cheated. Still, I needn't rock the boat, these are hands skilled enough to do whatever they must while all at once enjoying the moment.

But as I unbutton the band of your jeans easily, your hand catches firmly around mine, rendering me immobile. For half a breath, I panic you are about to wrench me away and have me feel a bigger fool than ever. But the other half of that same breath is stolen as your mouth crashes to mine again.

"Are you sure?" you push breathily. And oh God, just the sound of your voice, so affected by desire, excites me more than I ever thought was possible. I can't even speak, just nod feverishly, trying to catch the breath that was long ago gone.

Slowly, you relax your grip on my hand and instead breathe an almost soundless "OK..." into my mouth as you kiss me again. The relief rolls out as a husky vibration from my throat, especially when your hand skims beneath the material of my underwear, across the warm dampness of my thigh.

Biting back a moan that somehow escapes me sharply anyway, I can't help but shift to part my legs beneath the insistence of your touch.

The softest murmur of a laugh leaves you.

"Really sure?"

Why do you have to tease so much? Sexy as it is, Phil you practically have me crying in frustration here. And you are not getting the better of me... at least not until I say you can have it.

"Yes!" I insisted, half as a pleasured moan that shudders through me as your fingertips, deliciously rough, brush against my sensitive spot. "Just... touch me... please..."

But the last word is barely born before you thrust two and then three fingers easily into my heat. It's like being struck by lightning, I swear to God, and I'm just here, rigid against the velvety sheets, mewing with pleasure, my every muscle sent into some incredible spasm as you caress my sensitive spot with the pad of your thumb all at once.

Most people would take the time to enjoy the bliss of the first climax. But I'm impatient now, already seeking out a bigger, harder thrill. And feeling what is pressed tellingly into the tightened muscles of my stomach, I'm pretty assured I've found one.

I keep tugging at your jeans, managing to bend my knee a little to force you up so the material can be eased down as far as is necessary. I want this so badly, I'm shaking, and that isn't just the after-effect of the hardest orgasm I've been allowed to enjoy in a long time.

Even the shock of pain as you enter me is pleasurable. And yet, I'm crying out almost as soon as you settle on a rhythm and I'm not going to argue with you. You know what you're doing. Frenzied and yet controlled perfectly. By you at least. I think I'm a little weak already, using up all my might to buck my hips up against you and meet every thrust with the same kind of ferocity, determined to be as good to you as you are to me.

Every time you curse, so lost to the intensity of what you can feel, I swear, it's almost dreamy, it has me moving faster against you. I want to hear you reach the peak, I want to feel it happen and know it was all down to me. We're rocking frantically against one another, my mouth dry from all my cries of encouragement, of ecstasy. I want to give you something back and yet, I'm rigid and feverish with the anticipation of my orgasm, knowing, oh God, knowing it'll be so much better than before. And I too am a selfish lover, knowing no other way to relay how impossibly perfect everything you have evoked inside me feels besides letting my shapely nails sink through the thin material of your t-shirt into your shoulders as I grip at you fiercely.

My orgasm rips through me in that next moment like liquid fire and I buck at an impossible speed against you for the last few eager thrusts, still in awe at the way you fill me. And as restrained as you try to be about it, I bet you and I are the only two people that will be heard for miles. Yeah, that's right, me and you, fucking frantically on your bed. And why the Hell not? You've taken care of me in every way tonight now. And believe me, I'm very grateful, in awe of the way lust and love and disbelief make those kind warm, sexy eyes so glassy as you give in, finally letting go and giving me another thrill in the process.

I rock against you again, giving you all the encouragement you need to let go and let me have all you have to offer.

Your breathing starts to get tellingly ragged and shallow, and my God, you're sexier than ever. I try and lie out straight, reaching up to drive your neglected lips back against mine in a fury, gasping breathlessly into your sweet, sweet mouth;

"That's it... come for me... oh fuck..."

You explode inside me and I groan as I feel it. Still moving your hips slowly until your orgasm subsides. It's just us now. No more Amy and we'll deal with Paul when we have to. Together. Making love like this, feels like we were never apart, but hell we have a whole lot of making up to do and I for one will enjoy every second of it.

You're still shaking from your release, as I bring my hand to the back of your neck and move you towards my lips.

One, two, three gentle pecks.

You lean your head against mine, the tips of my nose touching yours, rubbing softly.

"Just us against the world baby." You whisper against my lips.

"And fuck everyone else!"