"Are you sure you don't want to come with us, Katie?" Sheamus asked one more time before the group were going to depart for the bar.

"If I'm done early, I'll definitely make my way over," Katie said, patting her cousin on the arm. He was standing outside her doorway, waiting for AJ, trying to convince her one more time to come out. "Go have fun. I'll call you if anything."

"Alright..." Sheamus said, defeated. AJ emerged from the bathroom ready to go. She left with Sheamus down the hallway towards the elevators, Katie watching them as they walked away from her. She finally shut the door and returned to her laptop that was on her desk. Her phone buzzed from beside her laptop and she picked it up immediately.

Go get em, tiger! A quick message from AJ flashed across the screen. Katie had already told AJ, who had squealed and jumped up and down like a crazy person. Katie laughed to herself as she went back to work on her laptop, editing and uploading photos. Her phone buzzed again. Sure it was AJ, she picked up the phone again.

I'll give you an hour. After that you're all mine. It was a text message from Punk, eager to see her. She smiled to herself as she thought of something clever to say to him.

Your Blackhawks shirt appreciates your forwardness. It'll be glad to see you.

Surprisingly enough, Katie was done in less time than she had imagined. All her best photos were uploaded in record time, and she had even gotten a quick text from Stephanie commending her of her work. She quickly changed into Punk's Blackhawks shirt and boxers – her new favourite sleepwear – before waiting for him on her bed, deleting the pictures off her camera. When she heard the knock on her door, she shot up and ran over.

Punk didn't even greet her before he planted a giant kiss on her, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up off the floor. She snickered at this, smiling into his kisses as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He backed her up against the wall before lowering his head and planting kisses all along her neck.

"If fans knew how much of a softie you are, you'd be jobbing in no time," she joked, garnering a grunt from Punk, who had now stopped kissing her.

"Why would you even say that?" he asked her in a joking manner. "I'm trying to be all romantic and you pull that!"

"Romantic? I would hardly call not greeting me at the door and just going for it 'romantic'," she teased, moving away from him. She looked back at him and smiled as he still stood near the wall.

"I am a man. Those types of things are romantic to us," he said, noticing that her laptop was still turned on and opened to the WWE website. "Can I see your pictures?"

"Of course," she sat as he sat down at the desk and scrolled through the photos on the website.

After he saw them all he picked up her camera from beside the laptop. "You should show me how to use this thing," he commented, fiddling around with the camera. "There's so much going on here. I'm still trying to learn the simple point-and-shoot."

Katie smiled as she walked over to him and sat on his lap abruptly. She nestled her head into the crook of his neck so they could both be at the same level; he wrapped his arm around her and began rubbing her exposed thigh with his hand before she held the camera out in front of them to show him the basics of how it worked. She could feel him looking more at her than he was at the camera, but she didn't object. When she was finished he grabbed the camera from her hands and quickly snapped a picture of her.

"That must have come out horrible," she commented. Punk was relentless, however, and continued to snap away. "Stop it! Seriously!" she complained, covering his face with one hand while the other tried to snatch the camera away from Punk.

"Come on! Let me take pictures of my girl," Punk pleaded.

Katie knew the only way to make him stop was to kiss him, so she did just that. He immediately gave into her and began kissing her back, shifting her position on him so now she was straddling his lap. He eventually lifted her up and brought her to her bed, laying her down and climbing on top of her. They continued this for a while, Katie feeling physically that Punk was enjoying the experience. She took off his shirt to reveal his toned body. She turned him over so now she was on top of him, his hands wandering underneath the Blackhawks shirt.

Suddenly she broke away from the kiss, and in one swift movement she grabbed her camera off the nightstand and took a picture of him.

"What the...what...Katie!" he complained, exasperated. She continued to snap photos of him. "What are you doing?"

Katie giggled as she zoomed in on the tattoos of his chest and snapped a picture. "If you got to take pictures of your girl, then I get to take pictures of my boy," she smiled innocently.

"But...now?" he asked, resting his hands on her exposed thighs. "Come on!"

Katie continued to smile as she climbed off Punk, taking some more pictures of him. She kissed him on the cheek and extended her arm out so she could take a picture of the pose as well. "What, are we taking Myspace pictures now?" he groaned, though he was smiling. He pulled her back on top of her as she continued to giggle.

"You're a little devil," he commented. "You're unbelievable."

Suddenly her phone buzzed from the nightstand and she leaned over Punk to get it.

No luck at the bar. We're in the elevator. Shamu's with me and he wants to check on you. John Cena had sent her a quick message. Katie immediately went into panic mode as she jumped off of Punk. "You have to hide," she said quickly.

"What?" he asked, rising from the bed.

"John and Sheamus are coming. You have to hide, GO!" she said, pulling him over to the washroom and closed the door. She quickly set up her laptop to make it look like she was working before she heard a knock on the door. She went to open it and saw John, AJ and Sheamus.

She let them in and Sheamus asked her the usual questions before peering onto her laptop and checking the photos on the website. John sat down on her bed texting someone while AJ took her pajamas out of her suitcase.

"Anyone know how Punk's doing? He was saying he felt sick, that's why he didn't come out tonight," Sheamus asked, looking for answers from John or AJ. The mention of Punk's name made Katie nervous.

"I bet he's fine," John said, shooting a quick look at Katie. "The guy eats the healthiest out of all of us. He probably concocted something to ease his stomach and help him sleep tonight."

Sheamus shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head, accepting John's reasoning before announcing to everyone he was going back to his room. With a couple of waves and hugs, Sheamus was gone, John and AJ remaining in the room.

"Are you gonna go too, John?" Katie asked innocently as the door shut from Sheamus' leave.

He smiled a large, shit-eating grin. Katie stood stationary, not knowing why he was doing so. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Not until I see loverboy," he said.

"Loverboy? Who are you talking ab -"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT EVER AGAIN, CENA!" Punk's voice was heard yelling from the bathroom. John burst out into a fit of giggles as Punk emerged from the washroom. AJ stood with her mouth gaped open. Katie looked horrified.

"I knew it! I fucking knew it!" John smiled. He looked over at Punk and began laughing again. "Were you two doing something or are you just excited to see me?" Cena asked him.

Punk looked down and immediately covered the area Cena was referring to. Katie looked even more horrified as AJ continued to scream 'oh my God!' over and over again, laughing so much she was clutching her stomach.

"Stop it! You're horrifying my girlfriend," Punk tried to say seriously, trying to suppress his laughter at the entire situation at hand. Katie had buried her face in her hands and was leaning up against the wall.

"This is too good, too good," Cena shook his head. "Hey Katie, is he the best in the world in other things as well?"

"CENA!" AJ chastised him as she slapped him upside the head. "How could you be so crude?"

Katie burst out in laughter at the question, Punk shaking his head at his best friend. "Come on! It's a legitimate question!" Cena reasoned, pointing at the couple. "I hoped he man-scaped for you, Katie. He can get quite hairy if he doesn't wax."

"You would know, huh John?" Katie asked without missing a beat. "I bet it was you two cuddling in his bed before I came along."

"HEY!" Punk objected, watching as AJ walked over to Katie and gave her a high-five. John bowed his head in shame. AJ collected her pajamas and walked towards the washroom to change.

"So...it goes without saying that this doesn't leave this room," Katie felt obliged to say to Cena.

"In all seriousness Katie, don't worry...your secret is safe with me," Cena said, rising from his seat on the bed. "But...please, talk to Sheamus about it soon. The longer this goes on, the deeper of a hole you're going to get in with him."

"I know John," Katie admitted, hanging her head in shame. Punk had taken a hold of her shirt and pulled her into him so that he could hold her. "He's not going to be happy about it though."

"He may not be," John started, "but this is your life Katie. He may not like it but he can learn to accept it. And the sooner you tell him, the sooner he'll accept it," he said, looking at Punk as well. John wanted him to know that the responsibility was not all on Katie.

"I will John, I promise," she said. "But until then, the secret stays with us."

John nodded his head and said his goodbyes before going back to his room. AJ came out of the washroom and Punk took that as his cue to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning," he whispered as he kissed her on the lips. She stood on her toes and kissed him back before walking towards the door and opening it for him. Before stepping through the door he kissed her quickly one last time.

"Softie," she teased him as she held the door open.

"Apparently not," he said, motioning to his pelvic area, making Katie burst out one more time in laughter. Music to his ears.

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Thanks for your reviews! As you can probably tell I enjoy writing this story WAY too much :P What do you guys think? Will Katie talk to Sheamus, or will Punk? What will his reaction be? We'll see...