A week had passed and AJ had thankfully not seen Punk pop up anywhere. Not the studio, nor to her house. He'd done what he was told, which was hard to believe, and had left her be. She had a busy week ahead of her, starting with the recital which had attracted a large audience. She had no time to be thinking about him.

She was also performing at the recital with the older girls. She had her own rehearsing to be doing, as well as helping all the other girls with theirs. She really had no time to thinking about stupid man who didn't know what he wanted. She wanted him out of her life.

She was all ready, as were her girls, and one by one, in their groups, they went out and shone like the bright little stars she knew they were. Toni had even executed her one off performance, without so much as a stumble or a fall. She was ever so proud, as was Elise.

"Hey, you done great, baby." Elise smiled, having been backstage helping the girls get changed like she agreed with AJ. Now that they were all changed, she could relax and tear up from her daughter's performance, "You owned that stage." She smiled, holding her daughters hands.

"You done amazing, Toni." AJ smiled. Her hair was poker straight and she was just about ready to go on and close the show. She was dressed in black whilst the rest of the girls she was dancing with were in white. It was a contrast of good and evil. A little more detailed than the little ones that were dancing.

"Good luck, AJ." Toni smiled, clasping her hands. She wasn't one bit nervous when out there. She loved it actually.

"Thank you." AJ smiled, tapping under her chin playfully, "Why don't you go out into the audience with your mom and watch the rest of the show." AJ smiled as she nodded, "Thank you for helping." She smiled to Elise who nodded.

"Any time." Elise said, "Good luck. You look great." Elise smiled. Despite being in black, she looked amazing. Her hair, to her attracting outfit, to her dark shadowed make up. She was made to look evil. Her darkness was meant to stick out amongst the girls she was dancing with. She hoped it would look that way to the audience.

She watched as Elise and Toni left from backstage to take a seat in the audience. She then made her way over to the curtains, watching as the last set of dancers before herself and the other girls finished off. Everyone had done so well, and she was so proud of all her students. They'd all worked so hard, and it had clearly paid off.

"She looks good, doesn't she?" Elise looked at Toni who sat on her lap with a juice box, looking on at the finale of the show, watching as AJ danced with the older girls. It didn't take a genius to figure out she was the teacher. Everything she done was perfected to a T. Everything from just her simple facial expressions to her movement. She fit perfectly at being contrasted against the others as evil. It was different. Considering she was always so bright and bubbly. It was like she was expressing all the sadness she had through her dance. It was truly fascinating.

On the stage, AJ was enjoying herself now more than ever. She was dancing a character, if you'd call it that, that she could very much relate to at this moment in time. A creature confused amongst goodness. A creature conflicted with darkness with so much goodness to turn to, yet not wishing to do so. She expressed everything through dance. She always had, and this was just perfect timing.

It was a rather intense way to the end the show, but she could see on the audience's faces that they were fascinated at the movement in the routine. How the movement managed to express how the dancers were feeling.

Whilst looking out into the audience, she seen Toni and Elise, and then her eyes drifted to a moving shadow walking into the theatre, refusing to take a seat, standing at the back with it's hood up, dressed in black similar to her.

She kept in character, concentrating on the routine, not letting her girls down as she leaped and jumped when necessary, looking centre down the aisle that split the audience up, watching the hood go down, stumbling over on her ankle as she fell down, watching him straighten himself up as she looked up at the audience, blinded by the lights suddenly, the music fading in her ears as she stared at him in the eye, watching as he shifted his hood up and walked away.

She stood up, shaking her ankle off and being as discrete as possible, carrying on with the routine and finishing the show off, holding back her tears. She'd never fell in any performance. She'd never been distracted out of her dancing. It was the most passionate thing she loved, and he'd managed to take her attention from it. He had no right to show up like that. She was completely embarrassed.

"I don't need ice." AJ sat backstage in a locker room on a chair. The younger students had gone home with their parents, but the older girls had stuck around to make sure their teacher was ok.

"You sure? Your ankle looks swollen." One of the girls announced as the rest agreed.

"I'm fine." She smiled to them, grateful for their concern, "Go home. You guys done… incredible. I'm sorry I let you down." She apologised. She felt awful for ruining the routine. She knew how hard these girls had worked.

"It's alright." One of the girls smiled, "My parents just thought it was part of the routine. I don't think anyone noticed." She implied as AJ smiled sweetly, appreciating them being kind.

"I know." AJ nodded, "I just wish I could have done it perfectly for you guys." She said, "But get home. It's late. You guys will be exhausted." She said, "Get some rest."

They all took her orders and bagged their things up, leaving the locker room where AJ sat herself in, sitting on one of the high chairs, looking at herself in the mirror with lights around it, sighing to herself. She was so embarrassed from falling. She'd never fell in her entire ballet career. She always got everything right and perfect. He ruined it all.

Her face felt so heavy with all the make up that was still on it, and she couldn't help run her fingers through her straight hair, massaging her sore head as she leaned her head back.

She heard the door open to the dressing room, shooting her head up and her eyes open as she watched Punk walk in through the door.

"Don't come near me." She warned him as he stood at the door, "Get out." She spat.

"I just wanted to see if you were ok?" Punk asked defensively.

"Why the hell did you come? You have no interest in ballet." She turned to him with a fed up sigh leaving her mouth.

"I came to watch Toni." Punk said, "And… I wanted to watch you." He admitted, "Can't an Uncle come see his niece in her first ballet recital?" He asked.

He didn't want her to fall tonight. He didn't purposely intend to show up and put her off. He thought she'd stay in control. What was so off putting about him anyway? He thought they had spoke things out and agreed they were done with whatever it was they could have been.

"Why didn't you take a seat then?" She asked, standing up and looking over at him as he walked in further to the ring, "Why did you just stand and attract my attention. No one else was standing around." She said, "I've never been more embarrassed in my life." She told him.

"It wasn't my fault you fell." He put his hands up.

"It was!" She yelled, "You shouldn't have came." She spat.

He felt bad for putting her off her game, but he had no idea she was going to fall, and he didn't want her to. Why was she thinking that that's why he came?

He'd spent his week doing nothing but thinking about her. He'd carried out different jobs here and there and she was still in his mind. His father had gone back to his Uncle Dennis' for a few days, so he thought he'd come here. He intentionally came to see Toni. He knew the recital was tonight and he wanted to see his niece, without making a fuss with his sister, and he decided to enter the theatre again to see April.

She was stunning up there. He could have watched her all day. Her elegance. Her beauty. But he felt like she was trying to portray him in the routine. She done a pretty good job of it until he took his hood down.

"I came to see Toni." He said.

"Oh, spare me the bullshit." She waved her hand and turned away from him, "Just. Leave. Me. Alone." She said slowly and hastily.

"I don't want to." He said quietly as she looked over to him. She'd changed out of her outfit thankfully. She was in sweats and a tank top, but her make up was still thickly spread out on her face. She wanted to go home, shower, and go to bed, pretend tonight never existed. He'd yet again got inside her head and ruined a part of her.

"Well you're gonna have to." She spat, "I… I made up my mind. I don't want anything to do with you. You're… you're too… you're too..."

"I'm too what?" He asked, placing his hands on her waist as she looked up at him.

"You're too cruel." She said quietly, taking his hands from around her waist. As much as she wanted it. As much as she still had some unknown feelings for him. She didn't want him. At least, she was convincing herself she didn't want him.

"I'm not cruel to you." He pointed out as she shook her head and turned away, feeling him tilt her chin up to face him, looking into those big brown eyes.

"But you're cruel to everyone else. I bet you people beg you. I bet you people have told you they have families. That they're innocent." She spat, "And you don't even care. You kill them anyway." She said as he looked down at her, gulping loudly, "I don't want to be near a man like that."

"But your problem is… you do." Punk looked down at her, "That's why you're finding this so hard. You hate yourself for wanting me." He said as she continued to look up at him. He was completely true. That was exactly the problem.

"I do." She said.

"Don't." He told her.

"I can't." She shook her head, a tear running down her cheek, a black tear from the mascara that was crusting her eyelashes.

"You don't choose who you fall for." He said. He hadn't planned for this to go this way. He only came back here to make sure she was ok from her fall, but seeing her so close again, it only made his feelings rush through his blood fast.

"I know." She nodded as he tilted her chin up, pressing his lips on hers, ignoring the fact that her lipstick was no doubt all over his mouth. He didn't really care. He just wanted to taste her again. Feel that adrenaline high again.

"Please don't..." She whispered against the kiss as he travelled down to her neck.

"I'll stop if you want me to." He whispered in her ear, "Just tell me to stop."

But he heard nothing. All he got in return was her cupping his cheeks and pressing her lips firmly back against his, running her hands through his slicked hair as he lifted her up quick, using one of his arms to support her attached to him, whilst the other one wiped the dressing table she was using clean of all the make up and sprays, sitting her atop of it and pressing her lips back against hers, travelling the kiss down her jawline and to her neck where she grabbed on to his back, watching as he crouched down, hooking his fingers at the side of her sweat pants and panties, pulling them down and throwing them away.

Her legs draped over his shoulders as he pulled her in, closing his tongue in between her wet folds, swirling the tip of his warm tongue around her clit, looking up at her as she rolled her head back.

"Oh..." She gasped, "Oh, Phil… Oh, don't stop. Don't stop. Please… please." Her voice cracked into a whisper as she begged him not to stop. His tongue was doing things to her that she'd never experienced. It was warm and fuzzy, and it was such a welcoming feeling.

She hated how he could completely make her lose control, to the point she didn't even know where she was. All she knew was him and her ironic safety with him.

He continued to lick and lap at her sweetness, spreading her folds to get better access, suckling at her senstiive clit whilst she grabbed a handful of his hair. She was on cloud nine. Her hatred for him. Her longing to be apart from him had disappeared in just seconds. He was finally admitting how he felt towards her. Clearly the week of restriction was equally as hard on him as it was for her. And here he was.

"Phil. I'm so close… Oh, please… please make me cum. Please, don't stop." She begged, rolling her head back as it hit the mirror behind her, feeling as his tongue never missed a spot between her folds, nipping and sucking her clit to the point where she thought she may go insane.

He was just a bad drug she had found herself addicted to. She didn't know if she'd ever get off of him. He made her feel like no one else could.

"Phil… shit I'm gonna cum." She looked down, "Oh… yes… yes. Fuck!" She moaned loudly as her body went rigid from her high intense orgasm, her legs draping over his shoulders still as she shuddered whilst he lapped up her juices she had let out, listening to him make noises as if he was slurping a drink, looking down at him as he lifted her head.

"You taste so sweet." He let her know, standing up straight as she was now the one looking up at him. There was no denying there was definitely something physical between them that just couldn't be helped. She'd never experienced such intensity in her life. Good intensity.

"Do it… just do it." She moaned impatiently, reaching out at his belt and unbuckling it as he smirked down at her, helping her out as he quickly undone his belt and unbuckled his jeans, pulling his hard length free from his jeans and boxers, pulling her up a little as she seemed to have sunk down the dressing table from the earlier events.

"I thought you didn't want this." He said. He couldn't help himself. He knew it was wrong, and it was just starting so much more complications. But he wanted her. He wanted her desperately.

"I do… Oh, I do." She moaned, "Please…" She whispered, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and lifting it up off his body, so she could run her hands up and down his chest.

"You know what I am." He spoke, nuzzling her neck as she felt him slip himself inside her, causing her to go stiff with pleasure, but eventually relax completely and roll her head back against the mirror behind her.

"I don't care." She whispered, lifting her head back up and cupping his cheeks as he slowly thrust himself in and out of her, "Whatever you are. I want you." She stated clear facts. It was clear now that they both wanted this, and why stop something that seemed so natural? Even if he wasn't a good person. He was good to her. She seen good inside him. It was trapped.

Later on, half way through the night, they'd both collapsed down on the floor. She lay in her panties and tank top, curled into him as he lay in just his boxers and jeans. He was asleep.

After he fucked her on the table, she threw him down on the floor and rode him like her life depended on it. He made her feel alive. He'd admitted it and by allowing this to have happened with him again, it was her way with agreeing with it. You didn't choose who you fell for clearly, but it was life, it happened and she'd have to deal with it. They'd have to deal with it.

As she lay curled into him, listening to the sound of his light breathing, she traced her finger over his many tattoo's, pausing her index finger upon one on his right arm, sitting up slowly and looking at it with awe. It was the exact same tattoo she had on her back, only his was inked in white with black lining whilst hers was shaded black and white.

She lay back down in his arms, closing her eyes over. It was bizarre they had the same tattoo. But maybe they had the same reasons… Perhaps they weren't all that different.

Hope you enjoyed the longer than usual chapter here! How on earth do they have matching tattoo's? Are they going to go with their feelings? What is Jack up to? All coming soon. Review and stay tuned!