author's note: i always want a crazier AJ, so with what happened on the 9/24/12 RAW, i decided to go there. there are some adult themes here, kiddos. also, this is just a little bit inspired by "little bit" by lykke li. listen and tell me it's not AJ's mindset.
Her steps are slow and deliberate as she walks through the arena. Small fingers glide along the cinder block wall beside her, the quiet raking of nails the only sound.
His eyes are electric green and her heart flutters wildly out of control. He's utterly destroying her verbally; his tongue is flaying her open wide.
The memory makes something heavy pool deep in her belly and AJ's eyes slide shut for a moment. She imagines he is kneeling before her, legs spread slightly. Imagines grabbing him by the face. "Such a pretty mouth," she'd murmur from above him.
He's so close to her now as he's spilling secrets like sand. It's so public, and intense that AJ can't catch her breath.
She peeks out from underneath her lashes. Her arms float up above her head as she fantasizes about tying him up in the ring ropes, scrawling "PROPERTY OF AJ" on his chest in bright red lipstick. Maybe gently coloring the lips of his pretty mouth.
The crown is deafening, or should be, but AJ doesn't notice. Punk's hot breath is ghosting over her skin as he spits venom at her and she shivers.
The words didn't bother her; she admires his quicksilver tongue for all it's talents. She pulls at her tie and enjoys the constricting sensation at her throat. Imagines it's his hands grasping at the fabric instead.
Her enjoyment of Punk's verbal flogging is tainted though with the presence of the nasty turtle man. Paul is a infuriating annoyance to her and when he mocks her she can't stop herself.
A frown mars her lips and AJ briefly ponders cutting Paul's tongue out with rusty scissors. But then Punk would be angry with her, and he was currently in the foulest mood she'd ever seen. No matter - she would make things better.
In a hotel room, it's pre-dawn and quiet save for the air conditioner. His lips are warm and dry against the skin of her shoulder. AJ swallows; the feeling of his arms surrounding her is both suffocating and comforting at the same time. They are both awake, but neither speaking. This is how it always is, and she craves the contrast from their public interactions. They crawl inside one another to hide from themselves.
Yes, she would definitely make things better. With or without his consent.