Look at me, back with another chapter for you awesome guys so soon :) Thanks for all the reviews for the last chapter, they mean lot to me! And don't we all just love Punk and Mia being back together :D

Mia groaned she knew they had to get up but she didn't want to. After taking things through with Punk they had ended up just lying in bed, enjoying be back in each other's company. As much as Mia wished she could just lie there with Punk for the rest of the day, she knew they had to get up. She had to go see her dad. Lifting her head of his chest, Mia sat up in the bed.

"Come on, we better get up," she said as she stroked his jaw.

Making their way downstairs, hands laced together, they were met in the kitchen by Lisa, Zoe and Oliver. Zoe automatically catapulted herself at Punk, lifting her up he smiled at the little girl.

"Morning to you too," he grinned.

Looking from her aunt to Punk, the little girl grinned at Punk, "Are you together again?"

"Yeah, I found a way to fix things. Are you ok with that?" Punk asked the little girl as Mia just looked on at the two. Zoe nodded her head smiling.

Lisa smiled from the other side of the large kitchen, happy that things had been sorted out. "Right, time for breakfast," she declared.

Mia shook her head, "I'm not that hungry, I'll pass."

After spending the morning sat with her dad, Mia got up from her seat needing some fresh air. Punk followed her. Once they got outside the hospital, Mia was glad of the fresh air. Turning, she wrapped her arms around Punk's waist, resting her head against his chest. Punk wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her head.

"You ok, Tinks?"

Mia tilted her head, her chin resting on Punk's chest as she looked up at him. "Yeah, I just needed some air. I've never been a fan of hospitals. And I hate seeing my dad so ill, he's always been so strong."

"I don't think anyone likes hospitals. You're dad's tough, just like you. He's going to be fine. He was already making jokes last night. Anything I can do for you?"

Mia moved an arm from around his waist so she could caress his cheek, smiling up at him. "Just you being here is helping me. I love you," she leaned up to kiss him.

Punk cupped her cheeks in his hands deepening the kiss before resting his head against hers. "I love you too. I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you how much."

Neither of them noticed the couple of fans taking pictures of them. Mia's dad's heart attack had already been announced on , detailing why she hadn't made an appearance on Smackdown and that she wouldn't be at the house shows that weekend. Mia and Punk wouldn't be back until Raw on the Monday.

Sat in the spare room that night in between Punk's legs with her back against his chest, Mia flicked through the channels trying to find something to watch while Punk placed soft kisses down her neck. When her phone started ringing, a smile appeared on Mia's face at seeing it was AJ trying to Face Time her. Accepting it, Mia and Punk both couldn't help but laugh at the look on their friends face.

"Why did I have to find out through twitter that you two are back together?! Ever heard of calling or texting to let your best friend know the happy news? I'm so happy for you guys!" AJ squealed, unable to keep up the pretence of being mad at the pair who was grinning at her.

"It's on twitter?"

"Yeah, a pic of you two kissing outside the hospital. You know how stalkerish your fans can get," AJ grinned. "Which reminds me, how is your dad Mi?"

"He's alright, he's on bed rest but he's going to be ok."

After ending the call with AJ, Mia moved around so she was straddling Punk. "So I think AJ's excited we're back together," Mia smiled. Punk simply nodded his head.

Resting her hands on his chest, Mia started kissing down his neck and across his throat before working her way back up to his lips. "I missed you," was all she said before pulling her top off and chucking it on the floor, leaving her in only her bra and panties.

Punk cupped her cheek, after everything he wanted to make sure this was definitely what she wanted. Right now he was just glad she had forgiven him and taken him back, sex could wait if she needed time. "Are you sure?" he asked sitting up with her still in his lap.

Mia wrapped her arms around his neck, "I'm sure, Punk. I love you; I just want us to get back to normal." She told him before kissing him again and pulling his Ramones t-shirt up and over his head, dropping it on the floor. Punk's hands gripped her hips pulling her closer to him before he started kissing along her jaw line and down her neck, nipping at her soft flesh and eliciting moans from Mia as she lulled her head to the side granting him more access.

Working his way down her chest, he quickly unsnapped her bra, removing it before chucking it on the floor, leaving her in only a pair of black panties. Punk's mouth quickly latched onto one of her pert nipples. Mia arched her back as Punk sucked her right nipple before moving to her left nipple, his tongue creating a circle around it before taking it into his mouth and giving it the same treatment as her right. God she had missed this man and his mouth.

Suddenly lifting her and planting her on her back on the bed, Punk hovered above her trailing kisses down her abdomen, dipping his tongue in her naval. He knew about her doing cross fit and he was enjoying the results. He had always thought she had an amazing body anyway, now he could see she was even more toned. He planned on spending the night getting completely reacquainted with her body. Reaching her panties, he used his teeth to pull them down her legs, chucking them where the rest of her clothing was. Kissing his way up her thighs, he could see Mia becoming impatient, but he wasn't about to rush this. Mia could feel his hot breath on her wet sex and tried lifting her hips, needing him badly. Punk simply smirked at her.

"Uh uh, little miss impatient. I'm not rushing this; I plan on spending the rest of the night making love to you." His response made Mia shiver in anticipation. This was going to be a good night.

Placing an arm across her abdomen holding her down, Punk teased her outer lips with tongue, his hands caressing her outer thighs. Mia started getting vocal, gripping the sheets when his tongue found her clit, his teeth lightly scrapping her bundle of nerves. As he worked her clit, he slid two fingers inside her, making Mia grip the sheets tighter. As he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, she could feel the hot coil forming in her abdomen. Her breathing became erratic as Punk continued to suck on her clit, adding another finger she couldn't hold on anymore; she could feel her muscles contracting around his fingers. She cried his name out as her orgasm tore through her body.

Standing up from the bed, Punk quickly removed his basketball shorts and boxers his rock hard erection standing to attention. Mia licked her lips at the sight of him, sitting up in the bed. She needed him now. "No more teasing. I need you inside me, Phil!" she begged him as he made his way back over to her on the bed.

Pushing her back down on the bed, Punk pulled one of her thighs up by his side as he guided himself into her wet sex. They both groaned at the contact as Punk stretched her. His pace quickened as he began to thrust inside her, Mia gripping his biceps as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Mia wrapped her legs around his waist as he began thrusting harder and faster into her, he laced their hands together above her head.

Mia could once again feel the hot coil tightening in her abdomen; she knew she wasn't going to last much longer. "Oh god, yes Punk…oh fuck." More expletives came out of her mouth when Punk started rubbing her clit with his thumb.

"Cum for me, baby," Punk could feel her muscles tightening around him. Not sure how much longer he could last, he began furiously rubbing Mia's clit, his lips attaching themselves to her neck as he thrust even harder into her receptive body.

Mia came completely undone, screaming out Punk's name when he completely pulled out of her before thrusting all the way back. Punk's own orgasm came after as he felt her completely milk him.

Slipping out of her Punk rolled onto his back pulling Mia close to him, gently rubbing his hand up and down her back as they came down from their high.

Punk wasn't lying when he said he was going to spend the night making love to Mia. It wasn't until it got light outside, collapsing from exhaustion, that the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

If Mia was being honest, part of her wished they didn't have to go back. As Monday morning approached and they waited for their flight, she wished her and Punk could stay with her family or go to his place in Chicago or hers in Florida, away from prying eyes. Away from Serena. After Punk and Mia had broken up and Punk made it clearly obvious that no part of him wanted to be with her, Serena had somewhat excepted that her and Punk were not going to be together. But that didn't mean she was going to make things easy. She still had a personal vendetta against Mia and that made working the storyline hard. Every glare, every bit of anger seen in the ring between the two was real. If anything Mia was surprised that she manage to remain professional when it came to the actual wrestling. As much as she was looking forward to Wrestlemania, she would be glad when it was over and Serena would be gone. Right now though she wandered how Serena was going to be upon seeing that she and Punk were back together. She had been bad enough when they were together before, before the kiss and worst after the kiss when she didn't have to pretend to like Mia anymore, when what she wanted was obvious. How was she going to be now, with her want for Punk out in the open and Mia and Punk together again?

Sensing something was wrong, Punk walked over to where Mia stood wrapping his arms around her. Mia leaned back into his embrace as he placed a soft kiss on her neck. "What's wrong, beautiful?"

Mia turned around in his embrace, pressing her face into his chest so she didn't have to look at him, Punk found it cute. "I know it probably sounds stupid but part of me wishes we didn't have to go back."

Punk instantly felt guilty, he knew the exact reason she didn't want to go back. More precisely, the person she didn't want to have to face. He held her tighter to him. "It's not stupid, Tinks. A big part of me wishes we didn't have to go back too, I wouldn't mind be locked away in my place with you; my bedroom. But we both love what we do, and we'd miss it too much if we didn't go back. Plus can you imagine what AJ and Zack would be like? I know I fucked up and made things hard, but she'll be gone after Mania."

Mia couldn't help but laugh at the part about AJ and Zack. Finally looking up at him, Mia smiled before kissing his chest through the grey hoodie he wore.

Punk smiled down at her, "You know we're being watched. Seeing as we're going to be on twitter and Instagram pretty soon, want to give them all something to really talk about?" Punk hadn't missed the fans that had been watching him and Mia for the last 10 minutes, some discreetly trying to take pictures.

Mia raised an eyebrow at Punk before squealing when he suddenly lifted her up by her thighs, her legs automatically going around his waist and her arms around his neck. She wasn't complaining though when he passionately kissed her and she melted into him, their tongues battling for dominance.

Punk only letting her down when their flight was called twenty minutes later.