Date

Punk really couldn't remember the last time h had worn a shirt. It had probably been before Joni was born when he and the rest of the guys used to go to a few parties in their spare time. He knew AJ digged his old band t-shirts and his lack of effort to look good, but he wanted this to be the best date possible. She deserved it.

He picked her up like it said on the card and stood waiting with his hands in his jean pockets. Of course he wasn't wearing no suit and tie. Just a casual shirt and jeans. In his mind, he knew he had to play his cards right tonight. He was lucky she even agreed to going out with him. He couldn't let her down.

He watched as she opened the door, stepping out onto the step and turning back to lock it behind her, not looking him in the eye yet as he eyed her up and down. She was completely stunning. She worse a simple blue polka dot dress with thin straps, a black cardigan slung over her arm incase it got cold later on.

"I didn't know you owned a shirt." AJ turned, noticing how smart he looked. Not bad for two parentless kids. She thought anyway.

"Very funny." He nodded, "You look… beautiful." He said, looking down as she tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled. She really didn't get told that enough. She deserved to be told it every day.

"You don't look too bad yourself." She smiled up at him. Truth be told, her naive and timid ways were hiding the fact she spent an hour deciding what to wear tonight. She didn't want to underdress or overdress, so Carmella hooked her up with something in the middle and she loved it, not to mention done her hair for her and make-up. Her best friend knew the right amount to put on without making her face orange. Although the full time she did have to hear about how much of a pushover she was for this man.

"So where are we going?" She asked him as they walked along the path, watching him extend his arm out as she latched onto it. This was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be his. She wanted to be on his arm. She just wanted to be with him.

"Well, I assume you're hungry?" He asked as she nodded.

"I missed out on one of my amazing microwave meals specially for you." She smiled up to him as he nodded.

"Well good, but save just a little room for later, yeah?" He smiled as she nodded.

They ended up in a small restaurant in town that served Italian food-AJ's favourite- and was sat in a booth for two near the window, watching the busy traffic go by and the people on the busy street.

"So you really only drink once a year?" Punk asked, noticing AJ had just ordered a water.

"Really." She nodded, "I had one glass of wine last year, I think it was Carmella's birthday." She said with her best memory, "I just never really have a reason to drink… and it never even tastes that good." She admitted, "You never told me why you don't drink." She said.

"It just never appealed to me." Punk said, "My friends like a drink… a lot of it, and I would always be the sober one making sure everyone was in bed with a bucket beside them incase they had to hurl in the middle of the night." He said.

"So in other words you're the big brother." She said as he smiled.

"Pretty much." He said, "And I seen what damage it could do to people. Kirin used to drink herself into unconsciousness, I'd be frightened to leave her incase she… woke up and choked on her own vomit or something." He shook his head as AJ frowned.

"Do you not have any idea where she is right now?" AJ asked.

"No clue." He said truthfully, "Could be dead for all I know." He shrugged, "The guys think she'll be with Joey somewhere, but I don't know and I honestly don't care." He said.

"She's stupid to have left you." AJ shook her head as Punk smiled.

"How so?" He asked.

"You would have taken care of her and Joni if she stayed. She could have had her own family… someone she never had before, and she blew it." She said as Punk just nodded.

"I got plenty of time to find myself a family." He smiled her way, watching her with his eyes, not being able to take them from her. She was just so beautiful, like a dainty little flower that somehow was giving him the time of day, "So why did you become a probation officer?" He asked her. He loved learning things about her, and it was then he realised he'd probably sound himself in a relationship with a girl he was just crazy about.

"I originally wanted to become a laywer." She said, "I don't know why, I really had no interest in it, but I wanted to prove that… you know, little kids in care can grow up and go to college and become something important to society." She said, "But it was a tough course and I struggled with it. So I dropped out and looked at other courses, and found the crime and law course, it sort of covered anything regarding crime or prison that wasn't a cop. And I found my one way ticket." She said, "Got an interview straight away when I finished my course and got the job." She smiled, "Not much to it." She said, laughing nervously.

"Must be tough sometimes. I'm sure all guys aren't as easy to deal with like me." He smiled cockily as she laughed.

"Very true." She nodded, "Some are unfixable, and Carmella gives me into trouble for saying that, but they are. Guys who'll never change." She said, "Some are violent. Viscious. Abusive. Some are just impossible to even talk to." She said.

"You ever sent any back to prison?" He asked. He admired her for the job she done. He really did.

"Oh, yeah. A good few." She nodded, "Feels horrible, but I can't protect them. I can only help them, and some just… don't want the help." She shrugged.

"I think you're amazing." He said, not sure if he meant for that to come out of his mouth. He had been thinking it the entire night, but it just slipped up.

"What?" She laughed.

"I couldn't do the job you do." He shook his head, "And you've… you've really helped me get back on my feet." He smiled, "I couldn't thank you enough."

"Don't be stupid." She shook her head, "You're one of the very few people who deserve help." She smiled.

They finished up their meal and eventually headed out after some wonderful laughter, conversation and good food in the mellow and soft restaurant. Punk really just couldn't believe how crazy he had been to have messed this girl around the way he had. He knew now he had to have her. No one else could. He wanted her. All of her.

"Are you trying to get me fat or something?" She asked as he lead the way into a sit in bakery shop.

"Maybe." He smiled, watching as she stood in front of the glass, looking at all the cakes as he eyed a few up himself.

"Can I help you guys?" A girl came to the counter.

"Uh yeah..." Punk nodded, "Just give us one of each kind." He said, pointing the cupcakes with the different colours and flavours of frosting swirled on.

"Punk." AJ gasped, "I won't even manage one." She said as Punk just shrugged.

"Sitting in?" The girl asked from behind the counter.

"Yeah." Punk nodded.

"Ok. I'll bring them over to you." She said as Punk smiled and headed over to grab a seat, pulling AJ's out for her first before taking his own.

"Me and the boys used to come here with Al. He'd buy us all one thing each every sunday night. That was always the deal." He smiled, "Took Joni here all the time, just before I left for prison." He said, "She loved the frosting."

"I've never even been here." AJ confessed.

"The cakes are insane." Punk said as AJ smiled, watching as the girl who served them brought over a full plate of cupcakes, sitting them down for them and smiling, walking away as AJ eyed up the cakes.

"Oh my god, they look insane. You'll never get me out of this place." She said, "I don't know which one to pick." She said as Punk watched her with a smile.

"Strawberry is good. Just saying." He said.

"Then I'll take your trusty words." She said, grabbing the red cupcake, swiping her finger over the frosting and taking a bite, "Oh my God." She moaned, "That's so good."

"I can't believe you've never been here before." He said.

"I don't actually leave my house that much." She told him truthfully.

"So this relationship you were in four years ago." He said, remembering her telling him a few nights ago whilst in bed, "Why'd it end?" He asked.

"We both wanted different things." She said, "And he was a complete jackass." He said, "He spent six months accusing of me sleeping with someone else, and then I walked in on him screwing some other girl." AJ said, "And yet I was still to blame for some reason." She rolled her eyes.

"Sounds like a prick." He said, "What were the different things he wanted?" He asked curiously, finding it hard to watch everytime she put her finger in her mouth to lick off the frosting. A part of him felt she was deliberately doing it to tease him, yet she looked like she was just genuinely enjoying the frosting.

"He didn't want marriage or kids or anything serious really." She said.

"And you did?" He asked.

"Well I wanted the promise that the relationship would at least go to some sort of height." She said, "He was a waste of time." She shook her head.

"He definitely sounds it." Punk agreed, "Oh, look… you got a bit of..." He pointed to the corner of his mouth as she quickly wiped her mouth.

"Better?" She asked.

"Well… here..." He reached his hand over, quickly getting a dollop of frosting from one of the cakes and squishing it over her nose as he smiled, watching her laugh and shake her head.

"Did you really just do that?" She asked.

"I did." He nodded, "You've never looked-"

AJ quickly leaned over, doing the exact same thing only taking a full cupcake and pushing it against his face, laughing to herself as he smiled.

"Two can play that game." She said, watching him wipe his nose and lick the frosting off himself.

"I don't even mind, it tastes good." He shrugged as she smiled, not being able to help laugh as he stuck his tongue out, pushing it up as far as he could to lick the tip of his nose. She just couldn't stop laughing.

"It's not long enough." She laughed, not even acknowledging the fact that cake was still all over her face.

"I've never heard you complain about the length of my tongue." He said.

"Woah, low blow." She shook her head, "Low blow." She smiled as he just laughed.

"I think we're wearing more cake than intended, but at least the girl boxed the rest up for you." He said, walking home now as AJ carried a box that held the rest of the cupcakes in. He'd been a gentleman all night and paid for everything, which she knew was a lot considered he wasn't exactly filthy rich.

"I'm not mad." She shook her head. She had been sent into contagious fits of laughter whilst in the bakery. He just had some tangible quality to make her laugh until her stomach was sore. She loved it. She'd never had so much fun.

"Head down." Punk told her, wrapping his arm around her waist as he pulled her into him, walking by some local clubs and pubs that Punk knew had some of the worst kinds of people hanging around outside. It had been early when they passed, but it was now late where all the creepers came out to play.

"Hey, baby you got a lighter I could borrow?" A man tried to reach for her but she moved away.

"N-No." AJ shook her head.

"Just ignore them." Punk told her. She knew there was no way she could have walked by here alone at night. She felt safe with Punks arm around her. She felt like no one could harm her.

"Look at those legs, you wanna go for a dance, baby?" A man teased standing outside one of the pubs, "Bet you taste great." He pulled her in forcefully as Punk pulled her back even quicker, throwing a punch to the vulgar, drunk man, watching him go crashing down to the ground.

"Don't you fucking dare touch her!" Punk yelled, "Dirty old fuck." He spat, turning back around to AJ who was hiding behind him, feeling him take her hand and cross the road diagonally to avoid both sides of drunk, older, perverted men.

"You shouldn't have done that." She said.

"He put his hands on you." He said, "Yes, I should have." He said as she smiled up to him without him realising. Feeling protected didn't even come close. She felt safe when he was with her. She felt like nothing could ever harm her.

"Well despite the strange old men asking me to dance with them on our way home, I had a… I had a really good night." She smiled up at him, reaching her house and more quiet street, "It's no secret I haven't been on a date in a while and… I had a lot of fun." She smiled up at him.

"You were the only girl in the room tonight for me." He said, "You look beautiful." He said.

"You've told me I'm beautiful more times in a week than I've been told in my entire life." She said, looking up at him, "Thank you." She nodded.

"No. Thank you. For giving me a second chance when I really didn't deserve it." He said, "I promise you. I won't mess it up this time." He said.

"You better not." She said, "Or your ass is going back to jail." She smiled playfully.

"I thought you'd miss me too much?" He said playfully.

"I would." She nodded, "I'd miss you a lot." She said as he smiled down at her, "I think you should come in." She said, taking his hand with her free one, leading the way into the house as he willingly followed.

As soon as they got in, and she dumped the box of cupcakes at the bottom of the stairs, he was on her and was already carrying her upstairs to the bedroom. This was just the perfect way to end a perfect date.

He let her down with her lips still attached to his, feeling her push him down on the bed a little as she began to take off her dress teasingly as he sat watching with a smirk. She was good at all this stuff. The teasing, the undressing, the talking.

He smiled as the dress fell from her body, grinning like a fool when he noticed she hadn't wore any underwear tonight.

"Dirty girl." Punk scoffed as she smirked, walking over to him and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt whilst kissing his lips, eventually undoing enough to pull up over his head.

He swapped places with her and placed her down on the bed vertical ways, in other words across the bed and not up the bed, pushing her down and kissing down her body as she shivered.

"I'm so wet right now." She moaned, cupping her own breasts as he kissed down her stomach and met her quivering folds. He knelt down on the carpeted floor, shimmying her down to the edge of the bed so she was positioned perfectly at his mouth, and he began to devour her the way he'd been longing to all night.

"Oh my God." AJ moaned, placing her hands in her hair, her legs draping over his shoulders as he sucked and teased her clit as well as adding a finger into her hot centre, "Oh, Phil… Mmm, baby that feels so good. I love your tongue. Don't ever stop." She panted as he grinned, looking up at her the entire time. He meant it when he said he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"You gonna cum for me?" He moaned himself, "Yeah, c'mon baby girl." He moaned, pressing his mouth back against her hot pussy, roughly thrusting two fingers inside her as she began to go rigid, "Yeah, you want more?" He asked, going back to her centre and rapidly flicking his tongue against her clit.

"Oh, fuck!" AJ moaned, "Oh, god… that's it… Phil!" She moaned, grabbing his hair, arching her hips up against his mouth as she felt that first high that knew would be the first of many tonight, her whole body tingling with pleasure that only he could make her feel.

Punk smiled as he kissed back up her body all the way up to her lips.

"I could do that to you every day if you wanted me to." He told her truthfully, pressing kisses on her lips and at the side of her mouth.

"Please." AJ moaned, she'd love nothing more.

"Get on your hands and knees." He whispered as she turned around on her hands and knees whilst he undone his jeans and pushed them down, stroking his hard length up and down, standing up on the ground as he pulled her to the edge of the bed. She was positioned perfectly for him to just slide into her from a standing point of view. They fit. He'd never worked so well with another girl.

"Fuck." Punk moaned as he slid himself inside her, looking on at her fists clenching the sheets.

"Oh, fuck… Oh, God baby go deep..." She moaned with exhilaration, the sound of his hips crashing down against her ass echoing the room along with her sharp and sudden moans.

"You're so tight and wet, baby." He moaned, slapping her ass, leaving a red hand-print mark.

"Oh, do that again." She moaned as he slapped her again, hearing her giggle and collapse her face down on the bed, her ass still up with is hands gripping her hips, pounding into her hard and fast.

Definitely the best way to end their night.

A few hours later they lay in bed, both exhausted but still awake in each other's arms, finding their normal breathing rhythm again as they lay comfortably together. AJ just couldn't help think about how much she didn't want this to end. She wanted him like this forever. She felt inseparable from him. Even though she'd known him for just a few short months, she felt like she knew him, the real him, and by god she was falling in love with him.

"So… was this a good enough invitation to being my girlfriend?" He asked her as she looked up at him with a smile.

"The best invitation I've ever got." She smiled, "I've love nothing more." She whispered, pressing her head into his chest as she felt him kiss her head. She just hoped it wasn't all good to be true, but then she heard him mutter a few words before he fell into a deep sleep.

"I love you."

A/N: Thanks for the support and reviews! Keep them coming and tell me what you thought of this chapter! What do you think will happen next? More coming soon.