Brie woke up sore, again, she yawned and turned to see that CM Punk was already awake, just watching her.

"You little creep." Brie teases, pushing the blankets away and grabbing her bra and panties.

"What can I say? I'm fascinated." CM Punk muses, "Oh, do you really have to put clothes on? We can lay in bed all day."

Brie shoots him a smile over her shoulder, "I need to train if I want to beat Nikki on Monday. What about you? Just going to lay around all day and be unemployed?"

CM Punk smirks, that win-your-heart smirk again, "Pff. Course not, I'll just lay you."

Brie turns a bright red, "Okay, inappropiate." She rolls her eyes, "Not that I mind it." She adds.

"I could train with you if you want. Show you a few moves, that don't involve a bedroom." CM Punk kisses her cheek.

Brie laughs, "Oh yeah? How about that flying elbow huh? That'd be a nice weapon in the pack, and the fans would love to see it - considering that you can't exactly use it anymore."

"Oh yeah? What would you say if I was thinking about coming back? I heard about that stupid WWE trial thing." CM Punk waved his hands aimlessly through the air, "Little Rey Rey is the new champ huh? And he's forced to defend against John Cena randomly."

Brie's eyes widened, "You're considering coming back?"

"Yep, who else is going to protect you from the big bad superstars, beautiful?" CM Punk stroked her cheek and lazily wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head in the crook of her neck. Enjoying the curves of her body with his hands.

Brie laughed, "So July 25th, the big day. I defend my Divas Championship and we have two new WWE champions. Wonder how Triple H is going to handle that."

A/N: July 25th is my birthday! :D CM Punk actually returned on my birthday, score one for me.

"Probably not well." CM Punk says, tightening his grip around her waist, "I'm so tempted just to drag you back to bed."

Brie turns around and straddles his lap, "Well why don't you then?" She tempts, batting her eyelashes.

CM Punk groans, "I know what you're doing.." He says.

"Oh do you?" Brie smiles, still batting her eyelashes, "I didn't think I was doing anything." She pressed harder against him, "Am I tempting you, Mr. Brooks?"

CM Punk smirks, "Just a little bit, doll." He says, leaning into her.

Brie smiles, "That wasn't my intention." She says, even though it was terribly obvious what her intentions were.

"Oh yeah?" CM Punk puts his hands on her hips. Brie leans down and kisses him until they both just fall back onto the bed.

And suddenly, they don't know where the other ends. Their bodies connect and it seems as if their just one big open flame.

"I'm home!" They suddenly hear, and jump away from each other.

Brie laughs and leans against the pillows, "Of course." She rolls her eyes.

CM Punk stands up and reaches down a hand and helps her up too.

"Well, you're a strong boy aren't you?" Brie teases.

CM Punk lets out a growl before kissing her, "I'm a man, and don't forget that. Or else I'll just have to remind you.."

Brie smiles and kisses him, feeling the tickle of his scruff on his chin.

"I don't think I'd mind that one bit." She says, when she finally pulls away from him.

"We should probably get the rest of our clothes on." CM Punk says slyly, "Wouldn't want MVP seeing you like this. Considering your all mine." He plants a kiss on her lips, "And so is your body." He whispers against her ear.

Brie can't help but smile, "Oh yeah? Just remember that you're mine too." Brie kisses him long and hard, and after a few minutes of hardcore kissing, they break away from each other.

"Time to train, beautiful." CM Punk said, pulling on the rest of his clothes. Brie did the same and the two left the room.

"Well about time." MVP said.

Brie and CM Punk stood in a empty arena together in a ring. Brie was decked out in her gear and so was CM Punk.

"So are you going to teach me or just gawk at me?" Brie asked, planting a hand on her hip.

"Where do I start?" CM Punk mused, rubbing his chin, "I guess we could start with the anaconda vice, that's a simple move, you can't even get it wrong."

Brie smiled, "Feeling the support from right here." She was sarcastically, approaching him then.

"So, MVP. Get in here!" CM Punk called to MVP, and he climbed into the ring, "You wrap your arms around the neck and take them down to the mat, so there is a added bonus to the pain. Then you clutch the neck - like this." CM Punk said, demonstrating.

Brie paid close attention and when it was her turn, she had it down to perfection after a few tries.

CM Punk grinned ear to ear, "Now, lets do that flying elbow, huh?"

"Having fun, Brie?" Nikki Bella shouted, coming down from the ramp, "It's just so heart warming to see you two together. Touching, almost."

Brie sighed, glancing away towards the empty audience, "What do you want, Nikki?"

Nikki smiled and let herself into the ring, "I was wondering if you and Punk want to go on a double date."

"A double date?" Brie questioned.

"Yep, you and Punk with me and Wade." Nikki said with a twisted smile. She seemed to be happy witnessing her sister's range of facial emotions, beginning with confusion, betrayal, hurt, disappointment, and then ending with a vicious lash of anger.

"Oh yeah? Taking my left overs?" Brie snapped.

Nikki glared at Brie, "It's not like that. He cheated on you, Brie. He wanted a woman, just you wait until Punk does it to you. Then you'll feel pain all over again, and this time, you won't be in a submission."

Brie felt her heart do painful leaps as she stared at her twin sister.

"It just shows how little you know me." CM Punk said, hooking wrapping his arms around Brie's small frame.

Nikki only shook her head, "Oh yeah? Come on Punk, we all know how much the divas are a temptation to you."

Brie froze and tried to ignore the pain exploding in her heart, knowing that Nikki was causing the ignition. Brie broke away from CM Punk and was in her sister's face.

"You can shut the fuck up, Nikki!" Brie shouted, "I'm not sure if I can wait until Monday to beat the fuck out of you. You take that stupid smirk off your face! Evil is definitely not the look for you, kiddo."

Nikki seemed shocked, her mouth falling open before she quickly clamped it shut, "Beat me up?" Nikki had a hallow laugh, "Good luck."

"I don't need luck. I just need to hit the right moves at the right time." Brie said through clenched teeth.

Nikki said, almost too innocently, "So you'll be coming to the double date?"

Then Brie punched her. It was so random, it seemed to have exploded out of her fist, and Nikki fell to the ground with a cry, and suddenly Brie was being restrained.

Nikki rolled out of the ring quickly, "Wow. You know, at first I thought I could beat you in my sleep.. but now.." Nikki shook her head, holding her jaw, "Wade sends his kisses, Brie."

Brie struggled to get out of MVP and CM Punk's grip but they held onto her tight. As if she was a animal they were trying to prevent from getting loose.

"Fuck you!" Brie managed to shout through all of the pain induced hate, "I will defeat you on Monday! You watch me!"

Nikki only laughed and disappeared backstage.

The two men finally let go of her, testing her for a moment, seeing if she'd go after her sister who had just disappeared backstage.

"Now I need to beat her even more." Brie announced, to the empty arena. She glanced around, realizing that next week - on Monday, she'd face off her sister. In a match that seemed to have been built up. Brie couldn't wait until Monday to claw Nikki.

"Come on, we need to train more." Brie said to the two men, and the training began once more.

Brie suddenly hit with a new determination.

Brie couldn't deny the fact, it was lying in the pit of her stomach, at the bottom of her heart. She missed Nikki, who doesn't miss their evil twin after some time apart?

At first, this was a story line, but now it felt like war. A fierce war had brewed between the sisters, a onslaught of words and vicious betrayals. It was a shock the twins even began to recognize each other.

I want to make up with her. Brie sometimes thought, but the thought disappeared just as quickly. Maybe she needed to forgive herself first.

I don't want to make up with her, I need to make up with her. Brie thought, sometimes she got so determined, she'd reach the door with her jacket on - but then she'd stop, turn around, and repeat the process. She turned in her bed, to see CM Punk snoring beside her, not a worry in his calm sleeping face.

She envy'd that.

This man had torn into her life like a tornado. Suddenly their becoming closer and closer over the span of a few months into the story line, and along the road, they had seemed to become friends. Then eventually more then friends.

She had needed that. After being so torn and broken after Wade Barrett, he had helped her move on - even though he didn't realize he was doing so.

This man had stolen a WWE Championship from the WWE, a piece of property, and shifted the basis of the WWE upside down. The WWE Universe came to see the truth behind all of the lies Vince Mcmahon had set out, and they were on Punk's side immediately.

He had that effect.

Brie got out of bed, unable to listen to her thoughts for a moment longer. She went into the kitchen and sat at the counter, putting her head in her hands, letting the tears escape.

Why was she crying?

Maybe it was the weight of it all, the Divas Championship on her shoulder, the constant onslaught of words that came from Nikki. Brie wiped her tears furiously.

"I am going to defeat my sister, no matter the pain I go through to do it." Brie whispered out loud to no one at all, "Then I will hug her, and tell her how much I've missed her."

And if that doesn't work, Brie knew she was in trouble.

"Hey." CM Punk said gruffly from the door, "I woke up and didn't see you, something wrong?"

Brie shot her boyfriend a smile, "Nothing at all." Her voice cracked.

CM Punk walked over to the fridge and poured a glass of milk and pushed it towards Brie, "It's Nikki, isn't it?"

Brie glanced down at the milk in her hand, "Well, yeah, of course it is."

CM Punk frowned, pulling out a pepsi and sliding the fridge shut and sitting across from her, "She can't be mad forever."

"She can if she has Wade." Brie rolled her eyes at the mention of her ex boyfriend.

CM Punk gave her a curious look for a moment, "You aren't jealous are you?"

Brie rolled her eyes once more, "Of course not. I have you, don't I? If she had you, I'm pretty sure I would be loading a bazooka right now."

CM Punk smiled, "Well that's good." He paused for a minute, "Your sisters, she loves you - whether she wants to show it or not."

Brie sighed, "I worry. She's so.. frozen, in a way. She doesn't know what she's doing anymore, I think she lost herself."

"If she did lose herself, then we'll help her find herself." CM Punk held Brie's hand, "There is no way I'm letting you go through this alone. Even if it means waking up in the middle of the night to give a meaningful conversation."

Brie laughed and drank some of her milk, "You might be losing a lot of sleep then."

"I don't mind. I'm a wrestler, I just run on Pepsi and see how far I can go." He added with a wink.

"We should probably head back to bed." Brie paused for a moment, "And actually sleep." She added with a smile.

"Ah, fine." CM Punk set his Pepsi back in the fridge and put Brie's empty milk glass into the sink.

At least I won't be going through this alone. Brie thought, as she walked hand in hand back with CM Punk into the bedroom.