Throughout the next few weeks Punk had gone back to work, unfortunately for his sake, and he had also got back to the gym to strengthen himself back up, even though he'd been active, walking, doing the exercises the hospital gave him, being active with AJ a few nights every week, he was still pretty weak, his body needed to get back into its normal shape again, which of course wasn't too muscly.

Because he was back to getting normal pay now from his job and not just sick pay, he was affording to take AJ out for dinner every weekend, just to show how much he loved her and loved spending time with her, there wasn't a moment that went by where he didn't think about her, when he was lying in bed after she left for work, or if he was working and she was in at home herself. If he wasn't with her, he was thinking about being with her.

He could still tell there was a fear lingering around her, she was obviously going to be scared, she understood that, but nothing was going to power him through getting these guys that they were looking for, than the thought of going home to her beautiful face. She didn't have to worry, he didn't often make promises, he didn't find people worthy enough to keep promises for them, but she was worthy alright. He promised to her he would be fine, and he would be.

It was now the weekend which he thankfully had off and he was planning to take AJ out later on when she got home from work. They were planning to get the job done on Monday. Once Dean found out that Punk was agreeing to Seth's mission, he found himself being persuaded by both of them. Four years of planning was sure to go to plan. He talked it through with Renee, she wasn't happy but it seemed like it was a one night job that could be forgotten about, and Dean explained to her that if they done it, they would be doing it for Seth, to help him move on and let go of Claire after getting revenge, she understood that, both AJ and Renee understood that.

"How's work been?" AJ asked Punk, after being seated in a restaurant, in the middle of taking her cardigan off.

"Alright, I guess." Punk said, shimmying into the table with his chair, "I mean… it's nice to be doing something with myself again, it's also helping the strength get back in my leg." Punk said, smiling to AJ as he watched her brush her hair behind her, the soft brown locks falling behind her back as she smiled back to him.

"Why do you look at me like that?" AJ whispered, looking at him. He always looked straight at her, his eyes bold and a tiny smirked smile on his face when they were out for dinner.

"No reason." Punk shook his head.

The night spiralled on and before they both knew it, they were back home in AJ's house. Punk sat on the couch with AJ in between his legs, lying comfortably and running his hands up and down AJ's soft arms.

"I could stay with you like this forever." Punk whispered in her ear, watching her smile and take hold of his hand, holding it in hers tightly and holding it against her cheek, leaning into it with a smile.

Punk started to stiffen when he felt her kiss his hand, making them long and hot, kissing up his hand and arm. He knew where this was leading.

AJ turned round on her knees and crawled towards Punk like a cat, placing each leg at either side of him and pressing her lips down against his, grinding her hips slowly and sensually against his centre, feeling him sit up, his hands circling round her back and round her below.

"This might be the last time I touch you." AJ said against his lips the best she could, painfully kissing his lips as he tried to speak.

"Don't be stupid." He whispered quietly back to her, pressing his lips back against hers, clawing his hands up the back of her t-shirt.

AJ couldn't help feel that this could possibly be the last time she touched Punk or felt him, she was working late tomorrow night and would probably see him on Monday morning for a few minutes before he left, she'd reassured herself for the past few weeks that he would be fine and that he'd come home, kiss her on the lips and get back on with their life, but as time slowly crept by, she felt her chances were slimming down, she'd painted horrible pictures in her head, all three of them, Dean, Seth, Punk… all lying in a cold warehouse, the last thing they seen before dying being the cracked open ceiling. She couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen to her if she found out Punk had been killed, she'd known this man for 5 months now and these five months had been the best five months of her life, he treated her like a princess, something she had never ever been used to, he put her first, took her out nice places, complimented her every hour of every day, told her he loved her every day, no other man could come close to him and she was scared she might lose him.

Monday…

"Text me… and um, you know…" AJ fidgeted around with her hands as she spoke to Punk on Monday morning, Dean and Seth outside in the car waiting, "I love you…"

"You've said that." Punk smiled to her, watching her hit his arm, not even bothered by her small hit to him.

"Just, be careful ok." AJ said, pulling him in for a hug, feeling him bury his face into her neck, holding her tightly for one last minute.

Punk didn't know why she was getting all worried, they'd all seen Seth's plan, it was a pretty well thought plan, she didn't have to worry, he would be back later on in the night, he assumed she would stay up and wait, he couldn't get wait to get home and kiss her already.

"I love you." Punk smiled as he pulled away from her, cupping her cheeks and pressing his lips against hers softly and slowly, hearing the car horn beep outside, Dean and Seth were clearly being impatient.

"See you tonight." AJ smiled as Punk nodded.

"See you tonight." Punk agreed, turning heel towards the door, the image of her beautiful face in his mind, the determination to get through today was her picture in his head. He walked out the door and shut it behind him, getting into the car quickly, putting his seat belt on in the back seat where Dean sat to. The first thing he done now when he got into cars was put his seat belt on, he was too scarred not to.

"What were you doing in there? Fucking her?" Dean asked, been waiting outside on Punk for at least half an hour.

"Just drive." Punk said, "I want to get this over and done with, so we can all move on." He looked to Dean who nodded, and to Seth in his rear view mirror, smiling back at him with a nod as he pulled away from the house, driving off on route to put Seth's plan into action.

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