AJ woke up a few hours later, lying on the couch in Punks home, peace and quiet, no noise in her ears unlike a few hours ago where she couldn't even hear her own thoughts. She sat up slowly, holding her head, recalling what had happened before she passed out. It was the scariest situation she'd ever been in. All the cameras, the mic's, the questions, so many faces close up in her own space. She felt like such a target.
"Hey, you're awake." Punk walked into the living room, having topped up his third cup of coffee. All he'd done since he got home with AJ was sit and watch her. He wasn't letting her out of his sight. He'd learned his lesson. It was unbelievable how, he'd left her to go outside for some fresh air for aproximately five minutes before going after, and the press were already on her.
"I'm sorry... I ruined your night." AJ sighed. She hated to keep him back from having a good night with his friends.
"You didn't ruin my night." Punk said, "I should have known better. I should have went with you... I didn't think they'd be so quick." Punk ran his hands through his slicked hair.
"They just... kept asking me questions, flashing cameras in my face, shoving mics down my throat. Do they... do that to you?" She questioned, running both her hands through her hair, keeping her hands buried in her brown tresses, her head still pounding, not adjusted from the loud music a few hours ago.
"Yeah." Punk nodded, clasping his hands as he looked over at her, watching her take a drink of the water that he'd left on the coffee table beside her, "Listen, April..." Punk rubbed his palms together. After tonights scare, it was only fair that he talked to her about her options. If she felt unsafe, he didn't blame her, he'd let her down tonight, he promised he would always protect her and he wasn't there.
AJ looked up at him as he began to spoke.
"If this is all too much for you... the events, the press, everything that's going to go on if you want to be with me... I won't stop you from walking. I can understand. This isn't a normal life you're going to be brought into, it's going to be crazy and busy and... if it's not what you want from me then I'm sorry, but this is my life." Punk said, there really was nothing he could do.
AJ stared at him, knowing he was genuinley hurting himself inside for letting what happend to her, happen.
"This wasn't your fault. They were on me in a matter of minutes." AJ shook her head.
"I know that, but is this what you really want? Seeing me a few hours every day? You said yourself you're terrified of seeing me fight. I promise you that I will make the most of the time we get together, but in a few months, are you going to turn around and tell me you don't want a relationship with my answering machine? If you don't want this, if you can't handle... tell me now so I can try my best to move on from you." Punk shook his head as he looked down. The thought of AJ leaving him was horrifying, she'd given him so much life this week, and he really believed she was something special, the one. But he wasn't going to trap her in a world she couldn't handle.
AJ shook her head at this crazy talk, standing up and walking towards him as he lifted his head, looking up at her as she put one knee at one side, placing the other at the other side, straddling his hips as he swallowed whilst looking at her in the eye.
"I want you, even if it just for a few hours each day. It's way better than not seeing you at all." She told him, "Tonight was just a little overwhelming. I'll adjust to your life with given time." She promised him as he smiled, so glad to hear those words, promising she was going to stay with him. It was such a relief.
"I'm so glad to hear that." Punk sighed with relief, feeling and watching as her fingertips caught on to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head, throwing it away as she leaned down, capturing his lips with her own as she cupped his cheeks, running her hands down his chest as she hopped off him, watching him look at her with request to come back to him.
She looked at him whilst stripping her own t-shirt off, unbuttoning her jeans and slowly shimmying them down in front of him, watching him get agitated. She stripped down to her underwear, dropping to her knees in front of him, her small hands reaching out for the belt on his jeans, watching as he impatiently helped her out, undoing his belt and button to his jeans, lifting his hips for her to pull his jeans and boxers down, not having time to take them right off, leaving them at his ankles whilst he felt her wrap her hand around.
"April... Shit, baby." Punk moaned, not expecting how strong she had come on, feeling her stroke him up and down, her touch sending shivers up his spine. He had got addicted to her so much over just this one week. She had made such an impact and statement in his life. A statement of love. Becuase that's what this was. Love. Nothing more, nothing less.
"What'd you want?" AJ looked up at him, her eyelashes fluttering up at him as he groaned at her.
"You. Your mouth. Suck it." Punk said, grabbing a handful of hair, watching her chuckle quietly to herself, watching her eventually wrap her talented, slippery, warm mouth around him, the inside of her mouth coating his shaft was enough for him to lose all control.
"Fuck... just like that, baby." Punk nodded, groaning as he watched down at her bobbing her head up and down on him. She ceased to amaze him. Their relationship was not just about the dates and night outs, it was about them taking care of each other, returning the favours and making each other feel as good as the other. Tonight seemed to be his night and he wasn't mad, he was just impatient.
"Hold it... hold it." Punk kept her head still, his length buried all the way in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as he forced her to deep throat, looking down at her eyes beginning to water, pulling her head back off him as she gasped for air, some saliva dripping out of her mouth as she wiped it, looking up at him like a kitten that needed fed.
"Your dick is so good." AJ climbed up to her feet, straddling his hips as she continued to wipe her mouth, feeling his hands trip around her back, unclasping her bra and throwing it away, cupping her breasts as he latched his mouth onto the nape of her neck, leaving peppered kisses along her pulse point, down to her collarbone.
AJ was about to take her panties off when, to save her the trouble of standing back up, Punk took his superior strength to get use and ripping the panties completely off her, watching her laugh and lean against him.
"I'll buy you new ones." He growled, "I want you to ride me... sit on my dick and ride me." Punk grunted to her as she nodded, reaching behind her, taking a feathery grip of his length, sinking her folds down onto him, feeling his length bury all the way into her dripping depths.
"Oh... Phil." AJ moaned, rolling her head back, feeling him latch onto her breasts, cupping the back of his head as she began to grind her hips up and down.
"God, you're so tight." Punk moaned, his hands placed on her hips as she moved up and down on him, starting off slow to adjust to his size. He'd never been with someone as tight, it was a massive advantage from his point of view, she felt closer, she brought more pleasure to him. Her full body was just incredible, she had no flaws and he could have spent days, months or years touching it.
"Shit... Phil." AJ held his shoulders as she increased her peace.
Punk knew with her being a latina, her sex drive and talent just that little more impressive in his opinion, she didn't need help, she was doing fine on her own, she was going at an incredible pace and he got the luxury of sitting back, watching her in action. If this was his way of making it up to her, giving her what she seemed to desire, then he guessed they were both getting a win win situation out of this. He was just glad she wasn't scared off from tonight, that she was sticking around.
Later on...
After yet another incredibly passionate and steamy encounter, they ended up lying on the couch together, AJ lay on her back while Punk lay on his side staring down at her, running his fingertips up and down her arms, a blanket covering them as she stared up at him, still out of breath, still at an all time high, her body still quivering, numb and tingling.
"I'm glad you're staying." Punk ran his fingertips down her arms as she stared up at him, "From now on, if you're out with me, you're out with me. It was wrong of me to leave you earlier, especially when you'd never experienced a night like that." Punk said.
"Stop apologising. It couldn't have been helped. I'm over it." She assured him, "I want this." She convinced him, "I want you... I want a relatioship." She smiled as he nodded.
"Me too." He whispered, "I'm so addicted to you. You'd be the hardest drug to get off of." He admitted.
"Phil." She looked up at him as he nodded, his ears opened to what she wanted to say, "I-I love you." She said, and she meant it. Every part of it. She did love him, with everything she had.
Punk was terrified, he wasn't only terrified that this wonderful, beautiful girl actually loved a guy like him, but he was terrified that he felt the exact same about her. He never thought he could love another woman, but he could... he did.
"I love you too." Punk replied as she smiled, "It's me and you now. You're mine." He whispered, stroking her cheek as she shut her eyes, laying his head down while she cuddled into him with a relaxed sigh. She had a scare tonight, but with that came the best revelation ever. How a man like him loved her kept her at awe, but she was taking it and rolling with it. Love was crazy sometimes. And it was scary, but she wasn't running from it. She'd get used to his life. It was just going to take some time.
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