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The next morning, AJ woke up to find an empty space beside her in the massive bed. She wasn't quite used to this luxurious scenery. When she lived with her parents it was a small house just like the one she currently lived at with her aunt and uncle.
She slept the entire night, completely sound asleep comfortably in Punk's arms, satisfied and happy with the step they had taken in their relationship. She already couldn't wait to do it again. She admired how special he had made it for her. She'd never forget it.
She got out of bed, slipping on his t-shirt over her body, sweeping her knotted, messy hair from her face as she walked out of the bedroom, turning back to the bed and smiling. The covers were a mess and their clothes were still lying all around the room. She couldn't stop smiling. What she told him last night was true, she didn't just say it because he did, she loved him. There was no other way to describe how she felt apart from pure love.
She walked down the marble stairs, arms folded as she walked into the kitchen, watching him cook breakfast as she smiled. She'd never really thought about her future and pictured a man in it. She always just saw herself getting good grades and qualifications, and having her own house and a good job. But now he was here, all of that was becoming blurry, and a life with him was beginning to sound more realistic and better.
"Oh, hey..." He smiled, noticing she was standing at the door, "Morning." He nodded to her. He thought it'd be polite and a nice gesture if he went down and made breakfast. She was always cooking so he felt it appropriate to return the favour.
"Morning." AJ smiled, walking further into the kitchen as he watched. Clearly his frustration was no more and he was happy because he had gotten laid, but she hoped that wasn't just why he was so happy, "Sleep ok?" She asked, pulling a stool out and sitting along the counter, watching him in just his boxers as he nodded.
"Yeah." He nodded, "Sure beats my rock for a bed at my apartment." He said, "What about you? Sleep alright?" He asked her as she nodded.
"Best I've sleep in a long time actually." AJ admitted.
"Maybe we could find a way to get my dad out of here for good." He joked as she laughed, "I forgot how amazing this house was." He admitted. He'd truly taken it for granted as a kid. Now that he was living it up in a small apartment he could barely keep rent going for, he realised he used to be quite a wealthy kid.
"It is beautiful." She nodded, "But… I don't know, it seems pretty empty. If I had a house like this I'd have to really fill it with antiques and ornaments and… quite a few children." She admitted as he laughed.
"I'd rather just fill it with antiques and ornaments." He nodded as she turned to face him.
"No kids?" She said.
"Nah, I don't wanna spend my entire life chasing after kids all day." He shook his head.
"Right." She nodded casually, "I suppose you could really rebuild this house from scratch, right?" She changed the subject quickly before she said anything else to him.
"Well, that's my speciality isn't it?" He smiled, "I wouldn't have the stairs where they are first of all." He said, "And I'd make the living room bigger." He said.
"Interior designer or home decorator?" She smirked as he glared at.
"Interior designer." Punk spat as she just grinned. She knew it got on his nerves, "Coffee?" He asked as she nodded.
"So was your dad always away when you were kid too?" She asked curiously as he nodded.
"Yeah, as far as I can remember he was always away weekends, sometimes week days too. But even when he was home, he was still working." He shrugged, handing her over her coffee as she took it from him carefully, watching him continue to cook breakfast.
"I don't think I could have a husband like that." She shook her head.
"Well my mom was really happy staying at home and taking care of us. Clara used to always ask her if she missed dad and… she never did." Punk said.
"You think something went on that you didn't know?" She asked.
"What? Like a secret divorce?" He said as she nodded, "Not something you can hide really, is it?" He said, "I don't know, I wouldn't be surprised. They were never together. The only times they'd go out would be to auctions or dinners for my dads work." He said.
"What… what cancer did she have?" She asked. She didn't know if she'd foolishly forgotten or he just never told her.
"Uh… pancreatic cancer." Punk said, "But it spread to almost everywhere. She couldn't walk towards the end. Couldn't eat. Could barely speak." He said as AJ frowned. Over the two months of being with him, she'd seen him get more and more comfortable with talking to her about his mom, and she really liked that. She loved that they trusted each other so much, "Here you go." He smiled, handing her over pancakes as she took the plate gratefully, watching him walk around and take a seat beside her.
"Are these as good as the ones in the diner?" She questioned with a smirk as he laughed.
"Nothing beats them." He said, "What you fancy doing today?" He asked her as she shrugged.
"I don't know. What do you want to do?" She asked as he smiled. Just looking at her sitting there in just his t-shirt, messy hair, so relaxed and beautiful, he couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather spend his morning with.
"Well… I don't know, what about bowling?" He asked her.
"Can't. I'm a sore loser." She shook her head as he laughed.
"The movies?" He asked as she shook her head, "What's wrong with the movies?"
"Nothing." AJ said defensively, "I just don't wanna go." She said, "I haven't been to the movies in eight years." She said.
"You must have missed a lot of good-" He paused as she looked up at him, "Shit." He realised, "I forgot, I'm sorry." He shook his head.
"No, it's fine. I mean, I'll have to go at some point. I just… it just reminds me of coming out and… everything happening." She said.
"I should have remembered, I'm sorry." He said.
"Don't worry about it." She smiled, "Why don't we just stay in? You said your dad won't be home until Monday, right? Let's just order pizza and watch movies." She shrugged as he smiled.
"Fine by me." He said. Why would he complain about a plan like that? As long as she was with him he didn't care what they did.
He just couldn't stop thinking about last night. How amazing it was. How real it all felt. And he didn't regret the words he spoke to her just before falling asleep. He meant it from the bottom of his heart. He did love her. He loved how she made him feel. How he felt when he was around her. He loved her sweet and kind nature, her cute quick witted humour, her body and her beauty. He had fallen in love with her, and he couldn't think about losing her.
They done just as AJ suggested and ordered in pizza and rented a movie on TV. Neither really paid attention to the movie after finishing the pizza as they were both too interested in one another. Now that AJ had finally broke that barrier within her, and with him also, she felt inclined to do it all over again.
"When did you lose your virginity?" She hit out with whilst straddling his hips. They hadn't bothered getting into proper clothes. He was still in just his boxers and she was still in just his t-shirt with no one else under.
"16." He said as she raised her eyebrows, "Are you surprised?" He laughed a little.
"No actually." She admitted casually, "Not surprised at all."
"Last night… was it alright for you?" He wondered.
"Alright?" She laughed, "It was amazing. I… didn't think it was possible to feel like that." She whispered as he smiled, "Made me never want to leave that bed. Ever." She admitted.
"Maybe we could make that happen." He admitted as she laughed.
"Maybe." She whispered, pressing her lips against his, running her fingers through his hair as she felt him, touch her underneath his t-shirt she was sporting. She had no underwear on underneath which made it all the more easier, "I love it when you touch me." She moaned breathlessly, resting her forehead against his as he smiled.
"I love touching you." He replied. He loved how comfortable she seemed to be with him. She was of course nervous last night, but he hoped he proved to her that he would never hurt her, and always take good care of her.
"Do you really love me?" She whispered as he continued to palm her underneath and stroke her clit, getting an intense response from her as she could barely sit still, biting her lip to stop herself from being so loud.
"I love you." Punk nodded, quickly spinning around so her back was facing him.
"Oh." She said at the sudden movement, her back pressed against his chest as he continued to stroke her, with his arm tangled around her body, "Mmm… that feels so good." She moaned as he pulled his boxers down, stroking himself up and down a few times before, finding her entrance, thrusting up into her as she let out a pleasurable scream.
"Oh… I like this position." She moaned, turning her head to the side where she was met by his face, feeling him kiss her neck as she turned back, leaning in against his chest with her head resting on the couch just above his shoulder, feeling him thrust into her hard and fast. She was still all very new to the way of things in this category, but here she was feeling that wonderful, indescribable feeling. Like it was just the two of them. He was keeping her right and making her feel just as incredible as last night.
The next morning, after another night of pure lust and passion, Punk was enjoying sleeping next to his girlfriend, naked, holding her close to his body, until he felt cold water hit his face out of nowhere, splashes getting on AJ as they both woke up in a panic.
"Get the fuck up!" Jack roared, having cut his weekend away short, as AJ squirmed to the edge of the bed, clutching the covers to her body as Punk sat up and groaned, "You have some god damn explaining to do." He pointed to Punk, "Get dressed and downstairs." He said as Punk watched him leave the room.
"Well shit." Punk ran his hand over his face.
"I thought he was home tomorrow." AJ hissed at him.
"He was supposed to be." Punk defended, watching AJ get out of bed and put her clothes on.
"You do realise he could call the police on us." AJ said with worry.
"He isn't gonna do that." Punk shook his head, getting out of bed and putting his boxers on, trying to find his clothes.
"He's gonna kill you." AJ said with fear.
"I've done worse." Punk said as AJ shook her head.
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" She asked him as she put on her t-shirt.
"No, just… don't worry. He's not as intimidating as he looks." Punk promised her as she put her bag over her shoulder, running her fingers through her hair to get rid of the knots his hands had put in them whilst grabbing it.
They walked downstairs and Punk decided that maybe AJ should just leave, things were possibly going to get ugly, "Just you go home. I'll see you tonight." He told her as AJ turned to him, shaking her head. She wasn't going to let him take all the blame.
"No. Both of you come here!" Jack shouted after hearing Punk from the hallway, turning around from pouring himself a glass of brandy, "Enjoyed yourselves, have you?" He asked, looking on at the living room where the empty box lay with DVD's scattered on the floor, Punk's t-shirt AJ was wearing last night abandoned on the floor along with his boxers from last night too.
"Well… we were." Punk nodded.
"Don't even think about it." Jack shook his head, "I'm not in the mood." He spat, "Did you do this to get at me? Bring some… girl to MY house, disrespect me and my property?" He said, "You have broken into my house, Phil. Both of you." He glared at AJ as Punk stepped in front of her. He refused to let him speak down to AJ.
"Yeah. I did. This place looked like it needed a bit of cheering up." Punk spat.
"I could have you both arrested." He said.
"Oh, go on then." Punk shook his head, stepping further into the living room, "Go on, go show us all what a big man you are, get us arrested. Do you honestly think I give a fuck about what you do? Your threats are completely meaningless." He spat as AJ looked on.
"You have no self respect. You came here because your small little apartment wasn't good enough. That's why you came here. How-How did you even get in?" He wondered.
"Laundry room window. Never got round to fixing it, huh?" He asked, "I lived here too remember. This was my house." He spat.
"And you decided to leave." Jack said, "I mean, as if breaking into my god damn house isn't enough, you have some girl with you who you fuck in one of my bedrooms." He spat.
"Oh, we done it here too." Punk pointed to the couch as Jack swung for him, not realising his son had always been good at dodging punches, watching him duck and stumble back, "Good one." Punk nodded.
"You'll get what's coming to you one day, Phil." Jack spat, "One day, it's just gonna hit you, and you're gonna run to your dad and I'm not gonna be fucking here." He spat.
"I'd rather die a slow, torturous, painful death than crawl to you for help." Punk spat, turning around to AJ, "C'mon." He said.
"I'm really sorry." AJ quickly apologised as Jack just stared at her, watching as Punk waited for her to leave first.
"At least she has manners." Jack nodded as Punk just ignored him and walked out of the house after her.
"That was pretty rude." AJ turned to him as they walked out of the gates.
"What?" Punk shook his head.
"Did you plan this?" She wondered, "Did you know he was home today?" She asked as they walked along the path.
"No. What are you talking about?" Punk shook his head.
"Was I all just part of your plan to get back at him?" She asked, pausing as Punk shook his head.
"Of course you weren't. April, c'mon… I took you there because I wanted to be with you, alone." He said truthfully as she just shook her head.
"You get so aggressive around him." She said. She didn't like seeing how angry he got. It scared her.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. He just… he makes me angry. Don't you dare think that that's why I brought you there. I took you there to be with you. Just me and you. Our first time. Your first time." He said, "And I don't regret it." He said. Even though it all came to an end rather abruptly, and he was probably in even hotter water with his father now, he still had the best time with AJ.
"Neither do I." AJ whispered, of course she didn't regret it. It was the best two nights of her life, she just wasn't sure how she felt about this heated relationship between Punk and his dad. She had no idea it was that bad. And she felt awful for sneaking in when she heard his father put it into his perspective.
"Forget about him." Punk told her, "We'll go out tonight. Me, you, Seth, Clara and Dean… yeah?" He said as she just shook her head.
"I'm up early for college." She shook her head.
"So am I." Punk said, "Just a few hours." He said as she just nodded.
"Ok." She said.
"Don't think about my dad. He's not worth it." Punk told her as she just nodded. She wasn't afraid of him, she just didn't like seeing how angry he got. She missed being in his naked embrace already. She wanted to be back there, where nothing else mattered.
A/N: Let me know what you think! Thanks for the reviews on the previous chapter.