"I think we've done a good job." Punk admitted whilst wrapping his arm around AJ, standing in front of the Christmas tree which flashed and glistened in the corner of the living room, bright and festive. They had spent their night decorating it as well as putting up additional decorations around the house. Normally, Punk would never bother. He'd put a tree up, and it would sit in the corner of the room, barely ever switched on to flash, but this year, the house was puking Christmas everywhere.
"It's so beautiful." She smiled to herself, resting her head in against him. She couldn't wait to spend Christmas with him. And even though it had been hard these past few days with moving into a new state, fully putting her trust into Punk, leaving her job and friends behind, she was excited for this life with Punk to really take off now. She had never been more sure, that Punk was the one who she was destined to be with all of this time. She was so glad it was he who was given the job of protecting her all these years.
"It is. Isn't it?" Punk smiled. He seen the tree in a different light now. Once, it was just a tree that he was forced to put up, shoved in the corner without thought. Now it was a symbol of the holiday he was sharing with AJ, with someone he truly loved.
"What do you normally do for Christmas?" She asked him whilst gathering the boxes in which all the decorations were in, throwing them out into the hallway to be put back up in the atic, making her way back into the warm, cosy living room where Punk had collapsed on the corner couch. She pressed one knee down onto the soft sofa and collapsed down against him as he switched the TV on.
"I'm normally working." He chuckled nervously.
"Working?" She gasped, "On Christmas day?" She shook her head.
"Believe it or not, Christmas day is our busiest day and night on the force." He said, "We're always so busy being with our families and friends, that we forget some people are alone out there, and are finding it hard. We get a lot of suicides." He said as she sighed, resting her head back down on his shoulder, "And obviously lots of people are drinking, so we can get some fights breaking out or accidental deaths." He said.
"I guess I never thought about it in that sort of light." She admitted, "Doesn't it depress you having to deal with all of that on Christmas day?" She asked.
"No, because I'd have nothing better to do." He explained, "I used to go to my moms for dinner, me and my brother, but then she passed, and my brother grew up and had a kid, so he goes to his girlfriends family for Christmas." He said.
"You're close to your brother, aren't you?" She asked.
"Not like we used to be. But I make sure to ring up every now and then, and now I'm back in Chicago, I'll be able to see him more. But he's doing pretty well on his own. He's a manager, in a warehouse. His girlfriend is training to be a nurse, and their kid is nearly one." He explained.
"So he's the homier brother." She laughed as Punk nodded.
"You could say that, yeah." Punk laughed.
"Are you getting this Christmas off?" She asked him, looking up at him as he smiled.
"Our first Christmas? Of course I will." He smiled. No way would he go out working on Christmas when his beautiful, sweet and wonderful girlfriend was at home by herself. It was his first Christmas with someone he truly loved, with a woman, he wasn't going to neglect her, "How are you finding Chicago?" He asked her as she hmm'd to herself.
"Apart from it being freezing, I think it's great. I'm sure once I find a job, I'll feel right at home." She smiled, "Anywhere with you is home." She said as he smiled down to her, leaning down to press his lips softly on hers, the TV glaring across with some late night TV show, the Christmas tree flashing in the corner, looking ever so beautiful. Everything felt so at peace and magical.
"It's nice to have you back, Phil." A middle-aged man greeted Punk in his original office at the station in Chicago, his former boss, Paul, who was now back to being his boss.
"It's nice to be back." Punk smiled, whilst adjusting the things on his office desk, a picture of AJ now sitting on what was once a bare corner on his desk, his paper work being neatly deposited back into their rightful drawers as he enjoyed the feeling of being back where he was familiar with.
"How was New Jersey?" Paul asked as Punk just nodded.
"It was ok." Punk said, "Glad to be home now." He said.
"Well a little birdy told me you've been fooling around with the prized possession for those bastards in Albania." Paul sighed, "That true?" He asked one of, if not thee best worker he had on the force.
"I haven't been fooling around with her." Punk said, "And don't describe her as some sort of target. She's out of the danger now." He said.
"Yeah, for now." Paul said, "What's the deal with you and her?" He asked.
"Not that it's any of your business, but I love her." Punk paused, "I know that has consequences, but I love her. I've kept her safe for three years. I can continue to do it." He said as Paul nodded.
"But you know that puts you in danger too, right?" Paul said.
"Yes." Punk said, "Look, I know what I'm doing." He looked his boss in the eye, "My job was to look after her, and get her away from Jamie. I done that. What I do with her now is no ones business but her and mines. I'll continue to keep her safe, and if any more news comes up on the Albanians, then I'll prepare myself, but for now, she's safe and she's ok. I'd rather we just moved on with other cases now. There's other guys out dealing with Jamie and the scum across seas." Punk said as Paul nodded.
"You're right." Paul said, "I just don't want you to be telling yourself and her that she is completely safe and out of the equation here." He said as Punk nodded.
"I'm not." Punk said, "So, do you have anything for me to sink my teeth into? I'm itching to get back out there and cuff someone." He said with anticipation as Paul laughed.
"Give me your badge, Phil." He extended his hand as Punk looked across at him like he had two heads, shaking his head repeatedly at the question that was more of a statement than anything.
"Why?" Punk asked with fear.
"Just give me it." Paul said as Punk took his badge out of his back pocket in his trousers, slowly handing it over to his boss who revealed a new badge and ID for him, throwing it to him as he caught it with trembling hands, staring on at his new title.
"Lieutenant?" Punk shook his head whilst looking up from the new shiny badge.
"I'm promoting you." Paul said, "You've been here ten years, and you've yet to let one case slip through your fingers." He complimented, "You're young, you're fit, you don't just cover one department in this place, you know your way about everything. The mental aspect of the job and the physical. I'm annoyed at myself that I haven't bumped you up until now, but there you go." Paul said as Punk smiled, sitting down on the chair behind his desk, smiling on at the badge that almost seemed like a reward. Not only was it a better position and ranking, but it was much better money, and he was practically in control of everything, apart from his boss of course. This was a massive praise, and he was excited to fulfil this new role.
"Oh, Phil. That's so wonderful." AJ smiled, wrapping her arms around Punk who had just told her about his new ranking in his position as a police officer. He'd explained to her about the massive pay rise, and the new things he would be in charge of.
She loved how excited he seemed, it seemed like just the perfect gift to give him.
"I thought I would go as far as sergeant." Punk admitted, "But Lieutenant." He gushed whilst leaning against the kitchen counter, the smell of good food cooking for dinner.
"I'm so happy for you." She smiled, "Lieutenant Brooks." She smiled, "Suits you."
"Say it again." He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist as she smiled up at him.
"Lieutenant Brooks." She whispered a little more sensually this time as he picked her up, her legs circling around his waist as she felt his lips latch onto hers.
"Phil… Phil… dinner is nearly ready." She sprang out the kiss as he travelled down her neck.
"You're the only thing I want to taste." He whispered in her ear as she clenched her legs tighter around him, trying to prevent herself from losing all control she thought she had.
He reached over as she hung onto him, turning the cooker off as he spun her around, sitting her on kitchen counter, stretching over her to taste her mouth, lowering her down onto the table as she rested her back down on the rich marble furnished counter, their lips still staying locked together whilst he ran his hands up her t-shirt.
Her head rested off he table in mid air whilst her hair dangled down, almost touching the floor it was that long, feeling his hands roam around her body, feeling his hands and tattoo'd fingers fiddle with her jean shorts. There was no need to warm her up. She was already slick, hot wet and begging for him.
He unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down with his boxer, just enough to let his hard length free, ripping her panties down and placing his hands on her sides as he heard her moan, her eyes rolling back whilst feeling the top of his length poke at her entrance, teasing her before peircing through her like a sword, causing her to jerk slightly and sit up, the blood rushing to her head immediately.
"Oh, Phil… Oh fuck, baby." She moaned, laying her back, back down on the cold marble, gasping with every powerful thrust she was afforded with, feeling him slow down and lean forward, pressing kisses on her neck, skipping past her rolled up shirt and pressing hot kisses down her flat stomach, keeping his cold hands firmly placed on her sides. He always had cold hands. Never had she felt his hand warm.
"April, you feel amazing, baby girl." He groaned, thrusting himself back into her, having had to stop just for a second to slow down and appreciate her body and her goddess self.
Their love was exciting, it was confident and accepted anywhere at anytime. She could never say no to him, and although it would no doubt get her in trouble further into their relationship, she just loved how much of a mess he really made her, just by the touch of him. This was real love.
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