Punk waited and waited at the airport entrance, praying that she would show up, desperately needing her to join his side again, he felt so worthless without her, he done all of his therapy for her, to show her he was ready to be serious, which he was, he was ready to take care of her, hold her again, he just wanted to feel her again.
He wanted things to go back to the way they were, both of them together forever, in their little cabin, planning their life out together, so happy in each others arms, he needed that again.
He couldn't have felt any better as to when she pulled up in her car, parking literally in front of him and standing out of the car, shutting the door and approaching him as she locked the car with the keys.
"Thank god." He whispered, letting her hear it as she looked up at him, shaking her head from side to side.
"I came here to… to tell you that, I don't want to go back to Chicago. I… I don't want to get ill again, Phil." She said as Punks heart dropped, realising that she was standing her ground and staying put.
"You won't get ill again, April. I promise you. What do I have to do to convince you? Name anything and I'll do it." He told her.
"Nothing. This isn't anything against you. I just feel safer here." She shrugged.
"What? With your lying mom and annoying sister. They set you up, AJ. They told you that I had left Chicago because they knew you loved me. They don't want to see you happy and they know fine well you're happy with me. Please, just come with me." He begged her, emotion in his voice hitching.
"I'm so confused." AJ held her hand on her forehead, torn between so many things, between her health and happiness, between her lying, disgusting mother and this amazing, caring man.
"You don't have to be." He took her hands in his, "We can have it all, me and you." He told her as she smiled.
"I know we can. I just don't know if moving again is the right thing for me, especially when I've just gotten better, for you as well… I'm so proud of you…" She stroked his cheek, "You look so much better. So healthy… I don't want to ruin that." He told her.
"You won't. You are the reason I got better. You were my motivation. All that therapy will mean squat if I don't leave here with you. Please April, don't make me get on my knees." He asked her.
AJ just sighed loudly, looking from side to side and then finally up at him, "Come back to my house with me, my mom is out of town, my sister is working late tonight. I want time to think about this." She said.
Punk didn't think it was ideal, but it was a start, so he agreed, following her to her car and getting into the passengers side, watching her with a smile as she drove along the road, her window down as her hair blew behind her.
"I can go back to a motel if you want." Punk shrugged as they drove to her house.
"No, it's fine." AJ said, the truth being that she wanted Punk with her. She had missed him so damn much, she considered herself to be a fool for not just jumping on that flight with him, but she had to be realistic and take her fantasy head off.
They finally arrived outside AJ's house, or her mom's house to be precise, getting out and heading inside where Punk was extremely impressed by the house, it looked so clean and modern, but no matter what, it still didn't touch his and AJ's cabin in the woods.
"Nice place." Punk told her as she threw her car keys on the table beside the front door, walking through into the living room as he followed behind.
"Thanks." AJ smiled, "Do you want anything to eat?" She asked him.
"No, I'm good." He waved her off as she nodded, standing awkwardly across from him as he looked around, "So… that guy, he isn't really your boyfriend is he?" Punk asked her.
"He is." AJ laughed a little, "I was planning to end it a long time ago but I didn't have the heart. He knows I'm not looking for something serious." She shrugged.
"Does he treat you right?" Punk asked.
"Yeah. He does. He's sweet… not you though." She smiled down to the ground to avoid eye contact with him.
"And have you… have you both?" He raised his eyebrows as she looked up.
"No." AJ shook her head immediately, "The thought of having sex with anyone but you haunts me." She said, "But I know you don't feel like that." She spat as he sighed in sign of his mistakes.
"They were just stupid girls that I pictured were you. I'd feel sick to the stomach the next morning, but… it helped ease the pain. I was a mess without you. I didn't do it to hurt you, you have to understand that." Punk said.
"I don't know, Phil. I don't know what to do. I hate this place, I really do. My mom, she made me cut my hair…" She brushed hair behind her ears, "Made me wear dresses, signed me up for college and set me up with a boyfriend. I hate her." She rolled her eyes with a sigh.
"Then leave. Come with me. Don't you remember how happy we were?" He asked, walking towards her and taking her hands in his, "Don't you remember how good I could make you feel?" He asked her.
"I'm just scared of the future, what will happen to me…" She sighed, looking up at him for guidance, still not believing he was here after these torturous five months of absence.
"If I'm in your future… you won't be scared. You won't need to be." He told her, "Trust me. We can be happy, April. You're the only light I've ever known, the only person I've ever loved." He told her.
"I knew that you never left. I was just too stupid to believe my mom, I knew you wouldn't have left." She said, raising her hand and cupping his cheek, "I need you so much." She gasped, "I don't know how I've lasted this long without you." She admitted.
"Let me love you again. Come home. Come to Chicago with me. We can be happy." He told her, "Do you trust me?" He asked her like he did when they first met.
"Of course." AJ whispered, looking up at him as his face inched closer to hers, feeling his lips lock with hers, still as soft as she remembered, feeling him tangle his tongue with hers. She couldn't help the moan she made against his lips, it had been so long without him like this, she had missed his mouth.
Punk was already tipsy on her love again, indulging in her sweet mouth as his arms circled around her waist to hold on to her, just to give him the knowledge that she was really here and she was really kissing him.
He picked her up under her ass, her legs circling around his waist as he pressed her against the nearest wall, moving along her jaw line and to her neck as he kissed and nipped at it, hearing her moan shudder through the quiet room, her head rolling back along with her eyes as he dragged his wet, hot mouth along her neck and collarbone.
AJ grabbed on to the cabinet beside her, her knuckles turning white from holding on so tightly, moaning through his torture, having missed him so much, feeling his hands support her waist as his own body kept her pressed up against the wall, proceeding to kiss and nip her neck, moving his hands from her waist and lifting her t-shirt up, feasting on her breasts as he reached behind and unclasped her bra with one hand.
"Ph-Phil…" She moaned as he immediately enclosed his mouth around the tender flesh, massaging whichever breast he wasn't using his mouth on, her hand supporting the back of his head as she shut her eyes and smiled. Only him could ever make her feel like this, no one could come close.
She grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and stripped it from him, wanting to feel his chest pressed up against her bare body, the electricity tingling in their stomachs as they touched, their love still there, if anything, feeling much stronger.
"I've waited so long for this." Punk moaned in her ear, attaching his mouth back onto her again as he walked from the wall, taking her with him, her legs still securely around his waist, feeling his length harden through his jeans, exciting her.
He lay her down on the couch, climbing on top of her and busying himself with the button of her jeans, finally getting them undone and pulling them, along with her panties down her legs, throwing them away and shuffling down the leather couch, leaning down to her womanhood and kissing her folds, just showing her how much he missed her.
She was wet and quivering and that eased him, he still clearly excited her in that way and he couldn't wait to make love to her again, after being so far away from her for so long.
He didn't stay too long in between her legs, just kissing her and worshipping her, moving back up her body as she smiled to him with satisfaction, her finger in her mouth as she looked up at him with drugged eyes, the best she had felt in so long.
"You're beautiful." He told her, "Every inch of you."He whispered, unbuckling his belt as he leaned down and kissed her on the lips, undoing his jeans at the same time as kissing her, pulling them down with his boxers and kicking them away, eventually settling between her legs and looking down at her passionately, their eyes deeply locking with each other as he moved elegantly to guide himself into her still tight as ever core, her wet folds massaging him on his journey into her.
His arms shook as soon as he was buried to the hilt, finding it hard to hold himself up over her, listening to her below as she moaned with such a satisfying smile.
"Yes…" She whispered in a moan, expressing her positive feelings towards this moment, wondering what was so wrong with her that she couldn't just up and leave with him, she knew he could give her everything she wanted and more, she was just a scared little girl at the end of the day.
"I've missed you so much." Punk whispered in her ear, feeling her tilt his face in line with hers so she could reach up and kiss him, doing exactly that and pulling back suddenly.
"Please move…" She moaned, not being able to stand this constant wait of him still inside her.
Punk nodded and began to move himself in and out of her slippery self, being reminded by how good she felt and how intimate they used to be. He couldn't be without her, he wouldn't. If she couldn't move back to Chicago, then he would move here. He wasn't prepared to lose the most precious thing that had ever been given to him, he couldn't afford to lose her ever.
Later that night…
She lay in his arms, their breathing calm now, soft and low toned, a blanket over their bodies as the darkness crept upon them through the window, a small lamp on in the corner, giving off the only light to the room.
She traced her fingers over and along his tattoos, having already made her decision, knowing who it was she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, knowing who she wanted to marry and create tons of memories with, and it certainly wasn't her mother or sister.
"Take me away from here." She whispered as he looked down at her, lying on his chest as she looked up at him.
Punk smiled sweetly, finally accomplishing what he came for, her. He pressed a soft kiss on her head, holding her tighter than ever, a ton of weights lifted from, knowing that she was agreeing to come with him, come home where she belonged, along with him, living together, him working in the garage, her working in the cafe, lost in their blossoming love.
"Gladly." Punk whispered as she rested her head back down on him, her cheek pressed against his colourful chest as he stroked his hand down her hair, falling into the most relaxed sleep he had had in five months, mentally feeling like he could face the world now she was with him again. He would do anything in the world for her, he would protect her until the day he stopped breathing.
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