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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Glad you guys are enjoying this fic. And glad ya'll like the sexing up on doors part of the last chapter xD Well read on!


Chapter 3


Silently walking into the locker room, after making sure that no one is watching she glances at the two men in the room.

Taking small steps she sits on the edge of the couch as Punk signals Paul to leave them alone.

She bit her lip nervously, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as he turned to face her a smirk on place. She knew she shouldn't be here. With him. But she also knew that no matter how much she wanted to stay away she couldn't. And she was done trying to.

"Hello April." he says pulling at her hair playfully.

Her eyes widen because he's in a good mood. Better than she had expected him to be.

"I saw you with Cena." he ran his fingertips down her arm with a grin "Where you thinking of me April?" he asked with a smile pulling her closer. "About us. The way I kiss you." he whispered causing her to shudder "About the locker room?" he laughs as he pulls her closer.

She closer her eyes taking a deep shaky breath.

"Look at me AJ." he demands softly.

She opens her eyes just as he leans in closer placing his lips on hers before lifting her up and placing her on his lap.

Groaning she pushes her body closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and scraping her fingernails over his head. "Yes." she whispers against his lips, pressing herself closer to him as his hands rub up her jean clad thighs before reaching under her white tank top.

"Good." he pulls aways ignoring her whimper before turning the volume of the TV on.

Sliding off his lap she sits next to him as Cole begins asking Ambrose, Rollins and Reigns questions.

Her breath hitches when he asks them if they are working for her or Punk.

"We're not working for anything. Not AJ, not Vickie, not Paul Heyman, not the WWE Champion CM Punk."

She takes another breath when she hears their answer. Placing her hand on Punk's thigh she places her head on his chest. His arm wraps around her small shoulders before leaning down and placing a kiss on her forehead.

With a small smile playing on her lips she turns to face the TV again.


Catching the white tank top swiftly she pulls it over her head. Threading a finger through her hair she tries to untangle the waves.

Touching her swollen lips she hopes he doesn't notice them. That anyone notices them.

"You look like you've just been fucked." he says with a laugh as he pulls on his shirt.

She glares at him as she pulls on her shoes. "I have a segment next." she informs him with a roll of her eyes.

He walks closer to her wrapping her by the waist before pulling her closer. "Just remember that you're mine, April." he says softly before tangling his hands in her hair and pulling her into a bruising kiss.

Bitting his lower lip teasingly she pulls away pushing him gently away "I'll see you later."

He nods watching her walk out of his locker room before dropping back onto his couch with a sigh.


She feels his eyes on her when she walks into the backstage area with an arm around John's waist as John's arm wraps around her shoulders.

She tries to ignore him as she passes by but she can't help but look back at him before rounding the corner.

Mine he mouths at her and she gives a slight nod before walking into John's locker room.

She doesn't even feel a bit guilty when John smiled brightly at her.


For the first time in her twenty-five years of life she's more than happy about been so small.

Walking in between the cars and tour buses she heads towards the back door. The one she knows no one ever patrols because it only opens from the inside.

Grasping the handle tightly she gives it a push, stepping back as Ambrose, Rollins and Reigns walk in.

"No Punk." she reminds them as they walk beside her, carefully looking around so no one will see them.

"Go it." Rollins smiles down at her.

"Punk has a match against Kane right now." she informs them before pointing at another door "That door leads towards the audience."

The three of them nod at her before walking away.

She let's out a sigh of relief before retuning to the Diva's locker room. She feels the stares as soon as she enters but she's determined to ignore them.

"AJ." she hears the voice of her former best friend "Hey. Can I sit?" she gestures at the small space on the bench next to her.

She nods not taking her eyes off the match going on, on the TV.

"We haven't talking in a while." Kaitlyn begins timidly.

She nods because she knows they haven't and it's all her fault, really. "I know. I'm sorry." she apologizes because she kind of wants her best friend back. More now then ever. "I really am. I promise never to slap you again."

Kaitlyn smiles at her extending her hand for a fist bump. "Chickbusters?" she asks.

"Chickbusters." she smiles before turning towards the TV.

Kaitlyn shifts next to her before asking "Can I ask what happened between the two of you?" she gestures at the TV where Punk is standing tall against Kane.

"Nothing." she responds "Nothing at all."

Kaitlyn nods although she isn't convinced. She may have not talked to her in the past few months but she has seen the heated looks between them. She wasn't blind. She was sure everyone could see them.

"What about you and John?" she asks even though she knows the answer already.

She shrugs "He's a sweetheart."

Kaitlyn studies her for a minute noticing the way her eyes widen when Kane hits Punk. Or when she stops breathing for just one second as she waits for Punk to get up.

"You can tell me anything. You know that right AJ?" she asks in a whisper.

Turning to her best friend she nods "I know." reaching out she gives her a timid hug "I know. Thank you."

Kaitlyn slips her hand into hers as they both turn to watch the TV in front of them. Kaitlyn watches as a small smile forms on her face as Punk's hand is raised in the air. the smile turns into a frown when they both notice the three men in black making their way through the crowd.

She hold her breath as the three of them slide into the ring. She swears her heart stops as they look at Punk before turning on Kane. She let's out the breath she was holding.

Leaning in closer she watches as they begin tag teaming on Kane before Daniel runs to save him. Soon after him Ryback comes walking down the ramp.

She wants to laugh as Punk jumps over the barricade. Kaitlyn watches as she tries to hide a smile.

She's finally able to breath properly when Punk stands tall over Ryback as Ambrose, Rollins and Reigns stand tall outside the ring.

"I have to go. I'll see you later." she turns towards Kaitlyn "It was really nice talking to you again. Promise to call or txt. Or we can go shopping when we get to the next town." she says with an excited smile.

Kaitlyn nods before giving her a hug she happily returns.


Skipping down the hallways she slips into the locker room with a smile.

"You won." she grins jumping on him and wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Was there any doubt?" he asks with a cocky grin.

"Nope." she grins before placing a loud quick kiss on his lips "Can we go? I'm tired."

She slides down his body planting her feet on the floor when he nods.

He grabs his bag in one hand before taking her hand in the other.

Slowly walking towards the door he cracks the door open to check if anyone is nearby. When he sees the deserted hallways he pulls her out.

She can't help but skip as they walk out into the deserted parking lot.

Spying the three men from the corner of her eye she turns to face them. She notices they eyes are trained on her and Punk's linked hands.

Laughing she winks at them before turning to face Punk who was looking at her with a confused look in his eyes.

She simply shrugs before letting go of his hands and running towards his bus.


A/N: Yay! So we get to see a slightly different side of AJ in this one. I call this AJ-when-she's-with Punk. Last chapter was Crazy-AJ-being-a-boss. Anyways want to talk about the awesomeness that was RAW tonight? Message me because I need someone to talk about it with.

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