A few weeks had passed by and AJ and Punk where both separately on the look out for new jobs. AJ forgot how nerve wracking it was to sit through job interviews and speak out on her talents, which wasn't very many.
No matter how awful some interviews where, she had Punk to go home to and cuddle, not feeling completely alone. Maybe all this time she needed to find herself someone, maybe that would have prevented any mental health issues, if she had the right guy to come home to.
Punk had also been trying everywhere, from warehouse jobs to car garages to even shop assistants in shops that he of course only shopped in. They were both yet to receive word back from any of the applications they had filled in and it gave them a little doubt.
"What's cooking in here? Smells good." Punk asked as he walked through to the kitchen after going for yet another job interview while AJ stayed at home, preparing what smelt like a dinner for them.
"I don't know…" She smiled as she felt him wrap his arms around her from behind, leaning down and sitting his chin on her shoulder, "How about I tie you to the bed and blindfold you. I'll feed it to you and you can tell me what you think it is." AJ smirked as he chuckled lightly in her ear, kissing her neck sweetly.
"That wouldn't be such a bad idea." He whispered with an evil smile, looking at their reflection on the window which was dark from the dark world portraying in.
After their dinner, which did not consist of Punk being tied to the bed, they wound up outside on the porch, cuddled into each other on the swing lounger, swaying back and forth with the breeze in rhythm.
"What'd you say we go inside, I stick a DVD on and we fall asleep on the couch?" Punk asked her as she looked up at him, her head nodding up and down as he stood up, scooping her up so easily into his arms, walking into their home and laying her down on the couch.
AJ lay comfortable on the couch, hugging her arms as she grabbed the blanket from the arm of the couch, waving out and over her, watching him as he crouched down to put on some DVD, shutting the curtains over and making his way over towards her, watching her sit up to give him access in behind him.
They got into a comfy position where AJ was sitting in between Punks leg, her back resting against his chest as the blankets covered over them.
Just as they had gotten comfy and settled down for their late night movie, the house phone began ringing in the corner, both of them making eye contact as it did.
"You have got to be kidding me." Punk said. The phone couldn't have picked a better time to start ringing, just as they had got into a good position.
AJ laughed, pecking his lips before standing up from their little love den, walking towards the ringing phone and picking up.
Punk leaned back against the couch, raising his hands behind his head as he watched AJ slowly pace up and down as she looked concentrated on the conversation through the phone.
A few minutes of AJ saying a whole load of 'thank you's' on the phone had passed and she put the phone down on the stand, she turned around to him with a huge smile, diving across the room and landing in his arms with excitement.
"I got the job!" She squealed as he held on to her, a broad smile appearing on his face.
"What one?" He asked curiously.
"The cafe one." She said. She knew it wasn't anything to be this excited about, but to her it was yet another step she was taking out of her illness, a huge step.
"I told you you'd get it. I'm so proud of you." He said, kissing her head, knowing how much this meant to her and how strongly she felt about getting a job. He assumed she'd want to decorate this place, buy herself more clothes, stock up the kitchen cupboards, things a girl and girlfriend would love to do. He was so glad she got the job, even if it wasn't the greatest pay, it was still something and he also knew how nervous she was about filling the applications in. He was truly happy for her.
A few weeks Later...
A few weeks had passed since AJ's phone call about her new job and she was officially back to pouring coffee, wiping children's messy faces and giving away free birthday muffins. She forgot how much she did like this kind of job in the beginning. It was a much more cleaner cafe than the one she worked at in New Jersey. It smelt great, either of hot warm cakes or strong coffee, she was enjoying her first few weeks and very much enjoying the pay cheques that were loading back to her banks.
Punk had also struck luck and got the job he applied for in the car garage. He needed to go on a few training programmes first before he got started which was what he was doing now, but as soon as they were over, he'd get straight to work. Since he had no experience with cars, not proffesional anyway, he had to go through some courses before he started.
He had finished his course early one day and decided to call into see AJ at work on his way home, pausing at the cafe window as he watched her pour coffee into a mug, a smile permanently on her face, some sort of glow about her, a radiance beaming from her figure as she put the coffee kettle back on the machine, taking a tray and delivering the ready made items to a waiting table.
He walked in, watching her head turn when she heard the door, watching a smile appear on her face.
"What are you doing here?" She smiled, poking him with the now empty tray on his stomach, lightly of course as she made her way back to behind the counter, standing across to him, "Coffee?" She raised her eyebrows.
"I finished my training early today. When do you get off?" He asked curiously.
"I'm locking up tonight. I'll be home around 8." She said, watching him pout at how late she was working until.
"What am I going to do with the rest of my day?" He spoke like an upset child, frowning to her with a sigh.
"You'll find something." She reached over and stroked his cheek, "But you really need to go, because I have customers." She told him, looking behind him at the now waiting line in the cafe.
"Alright. I'll see you later." He smiled, reaching over and pecking her lips, about to walk away when he slid back into his place where he was standing, "Can I have one of those muffins?" He asked in seriousness, pointing to the glass that was shielded the cakes and sponges.
AJ chuckled and grabbed a brown paper bag, taking the tongs and picking the muffin he was pointing to up with them, plopping it in the brown bag and passing it to him as he dug in his pockets for money she assumed.
"It's on the house." She smiled sweetly to him, handing him the bag as he smiled, an impatient line forming behind him as he quickly pecked her on the cheek and headed out of her hair, blowing her a kiss through the window as she chuckled, a few waiting customers smiling at their young love.
Later that night…
AJ walked up the narrow country road to their cabin, her feet aching and feeling extremely tired, more tired than what she expected, yet she was still insanely happy about how her new job was going. It was walking distance from her home and it was just perfect for her, her boyfriend and their small home in the woods.
She took her key out that Punk had got cut for her, sticking it into the hole and turning it, walking in the door and dumping the bag that was over her shoulder on the floor in the small hallway.
She opened the living room door to complete darkness, assuming maybe Punk had taken an early night and headed to bed. She turned back around, shutting the living room door and walking across to open the bedroom door, opening it up and smiling at the room.
She spotted a bottle of non alcoholic champagne on the night stand, two glasses with a card with her name on it between them both, a small gift bag and a dozen roses standing tall in a vase. She had forgotten that valentines day was tomorrow, but Punk had probably done this just because he wanted to, not because of valentines day. She did believe that valentines day was stupid, love should be shown all year round and she knew Punk was extremely capable of that, more men should be like him.
She looked at the bed which had rose petals scattered across it, smiling and blushing, walking over to the nightstand and picking the card up from between the two glasses next to the champagne.
She read it with a smile, enjoying his messy handwriting and adorable little message. But he wasn't in the room, she read the card and seen an arrow at the bottom, as if telling her to turn around to the back of the card, doing exactly that and reading it.
This is all for later. Meet me outside by the lake.
She smiled and sat the card down on the nightstand where her presents sat along with the gorgeous roses. She walked back out of the cabin, hugging her arms and stepping down the wooden steps to the sidewalk of the lake, walking along the stoned pavement, spotting him standing in the distance, smiling down to the ground and tucking her hair behind her ear. If only every woman got to experience a love like theirs, she wished.
She tapped him on the shoulder, watching him turn quickly, an immediate smile forming on his face when he seen her.
"You didn't have to do all of that." She told him, so touched by his warm heart and kindness.
"I know." Punk nodded, "But I wanted to." He said.
"You didn't have to go through all that trouble. Sex in the shower would have been fine." She chuckled deviously to him as he pressed the palm of his hand in against her cheek.
"Not tonight it wouldn't have been. We're going to ring in Valentines day the proper way. Trust me?" He asked, knowing she did.
"Always." She nodded, watching as he leaned down for her lips, pulling her into him tightly as he swiped his tongue into her mouth.
Something about her felt different, she didn't know what but she felt more turned on, more attracted to him, more pleasurised just by the slightest kiss. She knew what it was, it was just pure love, pure love taking over her, although the love was giving her serious headaches and sickness.
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