Before Punk and April had to get back on the road again, having a few house shows here and there, it being close to Monday where they both had appearances on Monday Night Raw, April made sure they weren't leaving without Punk going and apologising to Colt. She trusted him enough to go himself into Colt's apartment and talk to him, she didn't feel like it would help if she was there, so she waited outside in his bus while Punk knocked on the apartment door to Colt's, it took a few minutes for Colt to finally come to the door and when he did Punk cringed at the bruising and swelling of his nose, he'd really stepped out of line.
"Looks nasty." Punk said, looking across with a guilty expression towards Colt.
"Have you came back to add to it?" Colt raised his eyebrows, not letting Punk in yet, no way was he letting him in if he was just going to scream and yell like a immature little brat, aswell as punch him again.
"No." Punk chuckled, "I came over to apologise before I go back on the road. I let my emotions run high and I just… I don't know I was mad with you, I didn't expect it but she explained to me that you were the only one there for her and that sounds to me like you done a good job of looking after her when I asked you to, I just looked at it as my best friend sleeping with someone that I love and care about, I didn't think about what was going through her brain or your brain, I done a classic Phil Brooks and didn't listen to anyone else's story, mines only mattered." He said, watching Colt laugh.
"I didn't do it to hurt you and I don't have feelings or anything for her if that's what you're worried about, it just happened… I don't know how else to explain it, these things do just happen, I was just trying to keep her on her feet, keep her from thinking about your stupid ass." Colt said with a sense of humour.
"I know. I know…" Punk nodded, "Just… don't lie to me about things like that man. You know I find it hard to trust people these days." Punk said. It was true, he didn't trust as many people now as what he did all those years ago, in fact the only people he really trusted was April and Colt and finding out they'd been lying to him for seven years was pretty hard to face, but he was willing to forget about everything, in terms to keep his best friend and his girlfriend by his side.
"I know. I'm sorry. Let's just… forget about everything." Colt agreed, shaking his head and looking up at Punk.
"We good?" Punk said.
"We're fine." Colt nodded, feeling Punks arms wrap around him, giving him a brotherly hug before saying his goodbyes and getting on the bus where April had funny enough fell asleep. They had a long travel ahead, so he didn't disturb her from the couch, telling the bus driver to get going.
He walked over and lifted her up from the couch and carefully walked into where the bed was, placing her on it, the covers all pulled back anyway. Crouching down, he lay a kiss on her head and pulled the covers up, over her body, she deserved to be treated like a princess, day in and day out. She was perfect to him, inside and out, he loved every inch of her, every smile, every laugh, every curve, every moan, every tease… he was madly in love with her and he couldn't even help himself. Of course this was nothing new though, he'd always been in love with her and the time apart really made him realise that she was needed in his life, the time he spent alone on the road, there was always an emptiness with him, he could never figure it out but now he understood perfectly that it was her he needed, it was always her he needed.
He knew it was going to take a few weeks before him and Colt were both back to their normal selves around each other, he'd never been violent towards Colt, so he figured things would be a little awkward the next few meet ups, but like April said, they'd be back to their normal goofy selves in no time.
He stripped his t-shirt and jeans off, leaving him in just his boxer shorts, the only thing he ever wore in bed anyway, getting under the covers where she was, turning on his side to face her. She looked so calm, so at peace. He figured that telling him about her and Colt had really lifted some dead weight off her shoulders, and he was glad of it, he didn't want her to feel stressed about telling him things.
It almost scared him sometimes that someone could be that important to him, this fragile, delicate, sweet, darling of a woman was the most important thing he'd ever held in his hands.
He got asked frequently, if the WWE championship he proudly carried, was the most important thing he'd ever held, he'd lie through his teeth, nod to the little kids that asked him, smile and take pictures, but really… the WWE championship was nothing compared to having April with him, in his arms, holding her. To explain that to kids, was a little tricky, so he told a white lie, just to keep them satisfied with the answer.
He couldn't believe all those years ago, he let her go in a heartbeat, but then he took a glimpse of his championship title over in the corner. Even though it was a massive struggle to get where he's at now, none of this would have happened if he had stayed. Of course he's telling himself he should have stayed with her, he should have just gave up the wrestling, made his life with her, get married, have a regular job, have a family, but he was only saying that due to the fact he was older and more burnt out now, back then… being signed with WWE meant just as much as what spending time with her meant to him.
"Do you like staring and breathing heavily down at me?" April said, opening her eyes to find him looking right at her, his breathing sensually deep, yet relaxed in some way.
"I could do it all day." He smiled.
"Did you and Colt talk?" She asked softly, looking up at him, her eyes still wondered to his chest to this day, even though back then it was much more visible to see the skin, now it was so colourful and even more attractive, she just always had the urge to run her hands up and down it.
"We talked, yeah. I apologised, so did he. I think we're good. I'm sure we'll be a bit strange around each other for some time, but we'll be back to ourselves in no time." Punk smiled, "Don't you worry."
"I'm glad." She nodded with a smile, "Now… we have a 10 hour journey to RAW, whatever shall we do?" She asked innocently, looking up at him with a modest smile, the engine of the bus running smoothly, not to loud but yet hearable for them.
"I could think of plenty, but I'll let you choose." He smiled, feeling her already shift so elegantly over to be on top of him, reaching down and kissing him softly, running her finger tips through his messy hair. Figuring she was the one with the most clothes on, she took her t-shirt off and shimmied out of her jeans, leaning back down and attaching her lips back home to him.
Punk felt her hands rest on his chest as she slid slowly down his body, keeping her eyes on his and stopping until she took her hands and hooked the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and throwing them away carelessly. She still got a massive shock to how he ever is able to fit inside her, she remembered being scared to death the first time they ever had sex. The nervousness never left her, but the scared and doubting feeling she had back then was gone, she was confident with him, she knew how to please him, he knew how to please her, they weren't shy or timid around each other like they were the first few times, they knew each other… inside out.
She wrapped her hand around him, loving how in control she could be with him when she went down low, she knew the slightest feathery touch could send his eyes rolling to the back of his head, which watching him right now, she had evidence. His head crashed into the pillow, his hands reaching down for her hair, or covers, or sheets, anything.
She stroked him up and down a few times, taking in his complete satisfied features. She wasn't the most demanding and crazy of people, in real life anyway… but knowing she could make him lose all self control that he thought he had, made her feel so powerful, something she wasn't used to, she was always being looked down on.
She soon enough closed her mouth around him after painfully stroking him up and down for a few minutes.
The feeling of her warm, wet mouth around him was something that was so heavenly and sweet, just as good as being inside her, maybe not just as good, but close. He was always surprised with what lengths she would go to, just to please him and keep him happy, the way she would take every inch of him in her mouth until her eyes were nearly brimming with tears from the tip of him hitting the back of her throat, he just lost it every single time.
"You're evil." He said, a sly chuckle coming from him as he continued to look down on her, her mouth sliding up and down on him, her tongue swirling around the tip as she released and stroked him, then going back to using her mouth on him.
Just seeing her, feeling her, trying to make him feel so good, made him want to return the favour, but he didn't know if he could tonight, tonight he might have had to be selfish and just take her to where she wanted to go, he didn't know if he could wait any longer after she decided when she'd had enough of being in between his legs.
"C'mon up…" Punk groaned, feeling her let go of him from her mouth, releasing him with an audible pop. She done what he asked and slowly crawled back up to him, feeling him in a heartbeat unclasp her bra and take it off her, her bareness still took his breath away to this day. She wasn't the biggest woman, muscle or boobs wise, but she was right for him and that was all that mattered.
She rolled her head to the side when she felt him reach his hands up to cup her breasts, giving them a hard, but yet soft squeeze, enough to let him get into control which he would be for the rest of the night now, flipping her on her back and immediately trailing his tongue and kissing his lips around her neck, the golden skin so soft to the touch and so sweet to the taste.
"Oh… Phil…" April moaned, running her hands through Punks hair as he continued to run his lips along the nape of her neck, all the way down her collarbone to her breasts where he spent equal amount of time on either one, the little moans and pleads turning him on even more.
He reached down to take her panties off aswell as his boxers, finally getting to his favourite part. Punk stroked himself up and down a few times, aswell as running the tip of his length across her slit, feeling her wetness already coat him, she was so warm and practically dripping for him, he could never get enough.
Once he had edged his way inside her, the room filled with moans and groans from both of them, she felt him quickly pull out of her again, about to question what on earth he was playing at, she felt him so easily flip her on to her hands on her knees, looking back at him kneeling up himself and putting each hand on either side of his hip, about to take her from behind.
He would admit, seeing her face during sex was always a plus, watching her take her release and hearing her moan, it turned him on so damn much, but her ass, he had a front row seat to see it from this position and her ass… was all his.
"Phil…" She moaned as he entered her from that position, his length tightly buried to the hilt as she felt his finger tips dig into each side of her hips.
"April." He whispered softly, leaning over and kissing her shoulder, before thrusting in and out of her from behind, looking on at her grabbing the sheets in front of him, not being able to see her face but god he could hear her moans, "Let me hear you baby, say my name…" Punk said, thrusting so far in that his hip bones were hitting off her ass that he just wanted to squeeze in his hands forever.
"Phil… Oh god, baby… harder…" April moaned, looking back at him slightly, her eyes and neck to cramped up to stay looking back at him, immediately turning back round and grabbing on to the sheets tighter as her core got more tighter around him.
"You're so tight, baby… so wet and tight." Punk groaned, continuing to thrust into her hard like she wanted it, the only noise in the room was their loud breathing and moaning and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
"Phil, I'm gona… baby make me…" April pleaded, so close to the end which she so longed to feel, the tingle there in her stomach as her boyfriend continued to thrust hard in and out of her, knowing exactly how she liked it.
"Let go for me baby, scream… C'mon…" Punk encouraged in a growl, really taking into her and hearing her get louder and louder until finally everything got extremely tight around him and extremely loud in his ears.
April was mad that she didn't have anything to grab on to, she didn't have his hair, his back to dig her nails into, nothing but the bed sheets in front of her, but yet this position they were in turned her on so much and also rocketed her through a much more sharper orgasm.
He came straight after her, emptying everything he had inside of her and moaning her name out repeatedly, just the pure sight of her bent over for him, yelling and pleading for him, the covers her only way to relief.
"Oh my god…" April shook as the sharp orgasm faded from her, feeling him slowly pull out of her and collapse on his side of the bed, pulling her down with him.
"You've never done that before." She said, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat from both of their heads.
"Always room for a little change now and then." He smirked, feeling her wrap her arms around his sweaty body, his chest going up and down more quicker than usual.
"Mmm." April nodded with agreement and satisfaction, "I love you." She said, nosing his chin and planting a sweet, peck on the lips.
"I love you too sweetheart." Punk said, feeling her sink down a little to where her head was in level with his chest, curled into him even though they were both sweaty, the could shower later, right now… he was holding the most important thing he'd ever held in his arms before. His girl. This time, she wasn't getting away from him, he wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.
Well, all looks good. Lets see how their relationship goes from here.
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