Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story; the characters belong only to themselves and/or the WWE. Also, the situation I try to portray here is just a product of my imagination so please don't sue…

A/N: Alright, so I've noticed that AJ/Punk is a pairing that is both popular and hated at the same time around the wrestling fan-fic world; I was indifferent to the whole thing even though I could see the potential AND the reasons why they are disliked by some… but last night… damn, last night I got a new and very insistent muse (who btw is kind of psycho crazy) and well, I spent the day feeling very inspired to write. This will be a short story rated M, so if you know me you know the drill, language and explicit adult situations on next chapter. Other than that you only need to know that this takes place in present time and I'll have some flashbacks too. Anyway, hope you enjoy ;)

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Staring blankly at the reflection staring back at her through the huge mirror hanging from the wall of her hotel bathroom, AJ Lee crooked her head to the side and blinked her big expressionless eyes slowly.

She has been standing like that for the good part of the last ten minutes, unmoving… barely breathing… feeling both empty and broken in places nobody could physically reach to heal her.

It was… she was feeling as if her heart has been ripped out of her chest to be broken into a million pieces and as a consequence, she has turned into an empty shell.

Nodding and blinking more forcefully, the young woman straightened her head and watched as a lone tear leaked out of the brown pools of her eyes. Yes, yes… that was exactly what happened and she could see it taking place in her head as if she was reading it out of a comic.

He took her heart out, threw it to the floor so it could be stomped under unmerciful boots and then, what was left was tossed to the winds never to been seen again.

Snorting bitterly, Raw's General Manager shook her head and wiped angrily at her tearful eyes. "He turned you into the Tin Woodman; well, the Tin Woodwoman and now you need to find a new heart. You can't let him go away with it." She whispered to the mirror, almost as if the AJ standing opposite to her was an entirely different being.

But no, she was well aware that there was only one AJ and the one and only AJ, hated CM Punk with everything she had.

"How could he do that to me? How could he… how could he said those things in front of everybody?" Shutting her eyes, the petit brunette closed her hands into fists and slammed them against the vanity. "Ahhh, I hate him!"

After screaming that last statement out of the top of her lungs, she turned around in a fury and with a speed that would be hard to believe, she ran out the bathroom, yanked a lamp out of the nightstand and with a brutal grunt, she threw it with all her force against the wall.

The result of this action was the one she was hoping for, the lamp shattered with the impact and the broken pieces fell to the carpeted floor.

Watching this, the polemical WWE Diva turned General Manager allowed her body to fall in a heap on the floor and unable to help it, a broken sob escaped her lips.

"I hate you." She chocked between tears that were now falling freely down her cheeks, thinking that this new feeling boiling in her entrails towards Punk hadn't always been there… no, quite the contrary, she has loved him so much that she even…

Not that it mattered, not when that was so long ago. But if she just closed her eyes she could get lost in a past time where everything was perfect and that's what she did, getting sucked in one of her more cherished memories of him…

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July-1-12

Shifting the weight of her body from one foot to another, the WWE Diva known as AJ Lee grinned sheepishly as she saw CM Punk walk out the junior suite where he was staying for the night.

"Punk, hey Punk!" Jumping out of excitement, the small woman yelped while walking towards him as fast as she could.

Now, if she would let her acts be guided by her impulses, she would have run to him, but she didn't want to look like an eager little girl crushing on him so she just walked, her lips breaking into a huge grin as her eyes drank from his appearance.

"Hey… AJ." Punk replied in a grimace, not exactly looking ecstatic at the fact that she has been stalking his door with high hopes of seeing him. "What's up?"

Unaware of the way the WWE Champion ran his fingers through his hair while looking around for a way out, AJ's grin got even wider and she shrugged sweetly. "Not much; I was just passing by and wondered about what you were doing."

Punk snorted at that, scratching his head a bit harder and tilting his face down so his olive green eyes could stare right into her own eyes. "Passing by or stalking?"

"Passing by-" She breathed out dreamily, feeling more than enamored for that man.

After saying that, the former NXT contestant compulsively rose on her tip toes and then allowed her Converses to fall flat against the floor. Punk… she just loved the way he looked at her; it made her feel as if there was an invasion of butterflies' fluttering inside her stomach and that made her feel giddy.

She didn't know what it was, but looking at him always made her feel like that. He was just perfect. From his careless dark hair, his always amused eyes and the way his lips curved into that crooked grin he had reserved for her… she just loved everything about him.

She was even digging his facial hair and sometimes she would space-out daydreaming about how it would feel like tickling her own face if he ever kissed her.

To say a long story short, she was simply infatuated with him and she didn't know how to hide it anymore.

"So what are you doing, are you going out?" She asked and as soon as the words were out, she slapped her forehead. "Of course you are going out, I mean if not you would be inside and not out here, right?"

Opening his mouth and then clasping it shut forcefully, Punk snorted and moved his eyes away from her. "I was just going to the vending machine for a Diet Pepsi;" Once he said that, he looked back at her. "Did you know that there's a whole mini bar in that room and nothing but booze in it?"

Laughing as if he just made the funniest joke in the world, AJ threw her head back and shook her head. "Don't you hate that? But anyway; what a coincidence, I was also going to the vending machine…"

"Really? Are you staying on this same floor?" Punk asked suspiciously as he started to walk towards the vending machine.

"Kind of. I'm always close to a vending machine in case I get thirsty… or something." Shrugging, AJ followed him, feeling glad that she had some spare change in her shorts' pockets because she didn't want to look dumb in front of him.

Besides it would look weird to him…

Once they were both in front of the vending, Punk got his soda and she fumbled in her pocket to take out some coins to get the same as him. After that, they were both drinking their Diet Pepsis and walking back to the Chicago native's door.

"So," AJ started to say, feeling kind of nervous but also wanting to break the unusual silence that was coming out of him. "Do you want to hang out or something?"

"Ah," Punk started to say as he automatically sucked into his mouth the small silver ring that adorned his lower lip. "You see, I'm kind of tired so I was just going to lay low. Watch a movie… doze off-"

Sighing in, AJ was caught up with what he just did with his lip ring and instead of forming a coherent thought, her mind went straight into the gutter and she started wondering how it would feel like to have that ring pressed to her mouth.

That was a thought she often had. Out of the blue he would do something or talk in a certain way and her mind would just start running a thousand miles per second. How would it be get kissed by him, would his perfectly tattooed skin feel nice under her fingertips, would he touch her the same way she wanted to touch him…

"Earth to AJ, you still there?"

Shaking out of her trance, AJ rolled her eyes and waved him off. "Sorry, I was just thinking that I wouldn't mind hanging out in… in your room. I like movies too, or if you want we can do other stuff-"

Trying her best seductive smile, AJ looked at the much taller man straight in the eye and started playing with her hair. Yes, for the past weeks she has been thinking and thinking about it and her conclusion was simple, she wanted Punk and she wanted him in ways she hadn't wanted any other man in her life.

Just thinking about him in that way provoked the sweetest sensation to settle down between her legs and she wanted to do something about it.

Sure, the thought terrified her big time, but at the same time it excited the hell out of her. Besides, if she wanted to appeal to the good side of a man like him, she would have to give him something to pick up his interests.

She has heard about him and the girls he has dated so no, she couldn't expect that he would like to hang in his room just to watch movies, talk comics or cuddle.

He wasn't like the boys back home and he definitely wasn't like Bryan that wouldn't touch her with a twelve inch pole even if his life depended on it; no… he was a man and what a man…

Arching an eyebrow, Punk threw his now empty soda can in a trashcan and folding his arms to his chest, he rested his back against the wall. "Other stuff, uh?" He said, scanning her head to toe. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-five, already legal." She answered quickly in an awkward smile because yeah, she knew people sometimes thought she was younger when she really wasn't.

"Hmmm, are you aware that I have almost ten years on you?"

"Eight years, four months and twenty-four days. More or less, I've never been good with my math." She said, feeling her face blushing when she realized she said that out loud.

Watching her intently with a sober expression on his face, Punk blinked slowly. "You are just a kid, and a crazy one to top it off. Don't you have other people your age to hang out with?"

Getting upset at his response, AJ chewed on her quivering bottom lip and lowered her eyes to her shoes. "You don't like me."

More than a question, it was a statement and she felt her eyes watering. Sure, she knew she wasn't like the other Divas with ridiculous hot bodies and all that, but she thought that he liked her just fine.

Why else would he be so nice to her if it wasn't because he liked her? And why else would his eyes look at her as if she was the only person that mattered in the whole wide world?

Puffing out a breath, Punk rolled his eyes. As he did that, he looked around to see if there was someone in the corridor that could see them, and after corroborating that there were none, he spoke to her softly. "Of course I like you-"

Before he could finish the sentence, AJ's expression changed from defeated to hopeful and unable to help it, she jumped in happiness.

"You do? Oh my God!"

"Whoa, calm down." Punk said, pressing both hands to her shoulders to make her keep her feet on the floor.

"I'm sorry." She said with a big grin on her face. "I got carried away."

Still smiling, AJ heard as Punk mumbled a 'yeah' before opening the door to his room. "Well get in before I change my mind."