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Feelings Unearthed

AJ couldn't figure out why she was so upset. She knew what was going to happen when she got down to the ring. She knew what he was supposed to say, which he did. However, there were a few factoids that weren't just for the storyline. Had she proposed in the ring? Yes, for the storyline. Did they flirt back and forth on twitter? Yes, for added affect. Had they been intimate? Almost... It wasn't something that they had planned on and they had stopped themselves before it went too far since neither one of them was single at the time. He had been with Amy aka Lita and she had started dating her high school sweetheart, Greg, again; a relationship that had ended badly the night he saw CM Punk leaving her hotel room.

FLASHBACK

"You did not!" AJ exclaimed while stifling back laughter.

"You sound surprised? You should know me well enough now to that I don't make stuff like this up." Punk replied. He had just finished telling her about the time he had wrangled a turkey while working at a gas station to support his wrestling habit. When she hadn't believed him, he had pulled out the picture of him with the turkey.

"Do I even want to know how you managed to catch the turkey?" she asked staring at the picture

"Well there was a broom, a trash can lid and of course the trash can itself. How else would one catch a turkey?" he said giving her a sly smile. The two of them had just arrived back at her hotel after heading to a movie. Normally, they would have gone out with the rest of the divas and superstars to whatever club or bar was in the area; but neither one of them had been in the mood filled with bad music, horrible dancing and the inevitable task of caring for their drunken friends. So, they opted to grab a couple of burgers and check out a movie.

"You never cease to amaze me Phil. You have endless stories, each one slightly crazier than the last." AJ said as she handed him the photo back before exiting the elevator.

"Well how else am I going to keep your interest?" Punk flirted innocently as they headed toward her door.

"I'm sure you would find a way. Well this is me." She smiled up at him. "Did you want to come in? I've got my XBOX; you could try and redeem yourself since I kicked your tattooed ass last time."

"Any other night I would take you up on that challenge, but I want to get back to bus before Kofi does. He has this really annoying habit of thinking that he can steal my bed after he has been drinking if I'm not with him." Punk answered somberly.

"Oh, ok no problem. I will see you tomorrow then. Thank you for going out with me tonight. I had a great time." AJ turned to put her key in the lock when she felt a strong had on her bicep.

"What, no goodnight hugs?" Punk turned her around and pulled her into a friendly embrace which she reciprocated wrapping her arms around his strong shoulders. "Goodnight Firecracker," he said as he released her without completely letting her go.

"Goodnight Phil," AJ held onto his muscular biceps and placed a tender kiss on his cheek before smiling up into his green eyes. They stood there for staring at each other; just as they had many times before but somehow they both saw something in the others eyes that they hadn't before.

What happened next, happened faster than either one of them could have possibly imagined. Neither one of them could say how it happened or who had started it, but the next thing they knew their lips were caught in a passionate kiss with their tongues fighting for dominance in each others mouths. They broke apart for the sole need for air. AJ took the opportunity to turn and quickly open the door pulling Punk inside behind her. As soon as the door was closed Punk pinned AJ against it crashing his lips to hers once again. Punk pulled her body close to his until she was standing on her tip toes. He moaned against her lips as she pressed her small frame into his. He felt her mouth move from his mouth trailing kisses across his jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone and back up the other side of his neck nipping her way back up as she went, before finally finding her way back to his mouth. Gripping her hips he ground his hips against her and moved his hands down to her ass and lifted her up until she wrapped her toned legs around his waist. Punk pulled back and looked at her with his signature smirk that was met with a look of confusion from AJ. Her confusion was pushed aside when he began his own attack on her neck and shoulders. AJ clawed at his shoulders as he used his mouth and tongue sending amazing sensations down to her centre. The feeling of his lip ring against her skin was the biggest turn on she had ever experienced.

Punk peeled her off the door and headed for the bed. As he sat down on the edge he played with the hem of her shirt until she nodded, with that he pulled it over her head and threw it across the room. He took in the sight of her sitting on him half naked in the dim light of the room. "You are beautiful," he said placing a kiss on each of her breasts.

"You see me like this every Monday night," she said breathlessly.

"This is different," he said cupping her face in his hands; "This is very different." He repeated before pulling her in for another heated kiss.

AJ couldn't get enough of him, but she needed to feel his skin against hers. Breaking their kiss she looked at him with her "crazy eyes" and grabbed his shirt and started to pull it over his head. "I showed you mine; now you show me yours," she said as she tossed the shirt in the direction of hers. "You feel amazing!" as his mouth lingered on her skin near her pulse point. She could feel him growing hard under her and she instinctively pressed herself into his hardness. This forced Punk to groan deep in his throat. Skin met skin, hands, arms mouths and tongues exploring each other until AJ felt something unexpected. "Are you vibrating?" she asked him.

"I'm kinky, but I'm not that kinky. Punk replied as he left a trail of tender kisses between her breasts working his way down to her stomach.

"No! Your phone, you perv!" she barely got out as she ran her hands through his hair.

"Oh!" Phil pulled out his phone with the intention of hitting ignore but was met with a picture of his girlfriend Amy. The sight of her smiling face brought him crashing back down into reality. "AJ, we have to stop." He said pulling away from her.

A small whimper escaped her mouth, "Why? When it feels so good?" she complained. Punk said nothing and showed her his phone. "Oh my God! What was I thinking?" AJ said as she crawled off of Punk and hurried to the head of the bed pulling her legs up to her chest and dropping her head into her hands. "I can't believe I just did that!"

"Hey it wasn't just you." Punk said placing a hand on her leg trying to comfort her.

"Please don't touch me. I don't think I can handle it."

"Okay, okay," he pulled his hand away and put his head in his hands. "AJ listen to me, this was an accident it didn't get out of hand we stopped ourselves before it went too far. No one got hurt."

"Yeah, but … What do we do now? I mean are you going to tell Amy? Cause if you are I need some time to prep for that fight; she could snap me like a twig." AJ rambled.

"AJ, AJ! I am not going to tell Amy and you aren't going to tell Greg. Neither of them needs to know. No one has to get hurt over nothing."

"Nothing? Nothing, Phil? I don't know about you but you have quite the large NOTHING in your crotch right now, which I caused. And Greg! How could I have forgotten about him? I am the worst girlfriend in the world! And you have the balls to sit there and say nothing happened! You made me feel things I haven't felt in a very long time and you expect me to say its nothing?" AJ was pacing across the hotel room.

"Okay, you need to stop. You are going to wear a hole in the carpet. I'm not saying that what happened was nothing, yes I felt something, but no one but you and I have to know. I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"So, what now? I mean about us, what happens between you and me now? Are we still going to be friends? AJ asked as she stared down at the navy blue carpet.

Punk cupped her face and forced her to look up at him, "Of course we are, Firecracker. We always will be." He saw a small smile creep its way onto her face.

"Ok good." AJ breathed heavily finally able to relax some and fell into a comfortable embrace with punk. Suddenly AJ realized that they were both still half naked. "Ummmm….Punk I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I need you to put your shirt on. Your skin feels too good against mine."

"Oh, yeah sure. Here ya go," he said tossing her shirt over to her. "Okay I'm gonna head out. You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah. I will be. I'm sorry Punk, I should have stopped."

"Hey, it was both of us. I'm sorry too. I'll see you tomorrow. Punk headed for the door; opening it he felt her hand on his forearm.

"Punk…Thank you."

"For what?"

"For making me feel wanted again." she said as her cheeks flushed.

"You are very welcome." He said with a smirk. He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before heading to the elevator ignoring the man who came around the corner as he left.

AJ looked through the peephole at the knock at the door. "Greg! I didn't expect to see you tonight," she said nervously.

"Cut the crap AJ!" Greg pushed his way into the room. "I know what you did."

"What are you talking about?"

"You and Phil! I saw him leaving and heard what you said to him. You're sleeping with him aren't you?"

"No, it's not like that."

"Oh really? You said he made you feel wanted again. What the fuck does that mean if not sex? Just be honest." Greg yelled.

"You want me to be honest, fine. Did something happen? Yes! Did we have sex? No! We stopped before that happened. Am I sorry? Yes and no."

"What the hell AJ? I thought we were together. And what do you mean yes and no?"

"Yes, because you and Amy are in the crosshairs. I didn't want you to find out so that you wouldn't get hurt. No, because now I know that something isn't right between us."

"We're fine, everything is great!" Greg exclaimed.

"Fine? How can you say that? We never see each other and talk even less. When we do see each other we do nothing but fight. Is that really the kind of relationship that you want? Because it isn't what I want. I can't do this anymore."

"So now what? Are you going to sit around waiting for a man that is involved with another woman? That makes a whole lot of sense April."

"I'm not going to sit around and wait for Punk. He is with Amy and that isn't changing anytime soon. All I do know for sure is that I can't be in this relationship anymore. I'm sorry."

"Well fine. If that's the way you want it. FINE. Maybe I will just pay Amy a visit and let her know that her boyfriend is a cheating liar." Greg yelled as he headed for the door.

"NO! You can't. It's not your place to tell her. I don't want anyone else to get hurt." AJ cried in a panic tears starting to form in her eyes.

"You are just worried that she will kick your ass. That's not my problem it's yours. Good luck with that by the way. Have a nice life." Greg sneered at her as he left the room leaving her in an anxious, nervous wreck.

END OF FLASHBACK

In the end Greg had told Amy, who immediately broke up with Punk and then came after AJ. Thankfully AJ and Punk had been in a heated argument when Amy decided to attack. Punk stopped Amy and dragged her away, not even checking to see if AJ was okay.

Punk had stopped talking to AJ altogether after Amy found out. He didn't let her explain that Greg saw them, he just assumed that she had broken there unspoken promise not to say anything. Now, he only spoke to her when it was required for work. They had had countless segments together in the months following, even had to kiss twice but as soon as they were done he treated her as if she didn't exist. Yet through all of the antics she had never felt the way she did now. She felt betrayed, angry and hurt. He had gone off script and aired their dirty laundry for the world to see. She wanted nothing more than to talk to the CM Punk that she had met when she first joined the WWE, but as far as AJ could tell that man was long gone. Now she sat in her office trying, unsuccessfully, to hold back tears. She had just watched Punks segment with Mick Foley and if Punk felt anything he was doing a bang up job of hiding it. No emotion, that's what she saw, no emotion. She wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone when she heard a knock at the door; her first instinct was to tell who ever it was to go away but being the GM she had a responsibility to the superstars and divas.

"Come in," she said just loud enough for whoever it was to hear. Wiping the tears from her cheeks, she kept her gaze focused on the floor. "How can I help you?" she said as she looked up. Her mouth falling open at the sight in front of her.

"Can we talk, Firecracker?"