So thanks to a lovely anon on Tumblr, I got my ass into gear and FINALLY finished this chapter.
My excuse is as follows; I threw a piss fit because I wrote about 3 pages and then my computer crashed and deleted it all. No really. I threw a hissy fit and refused to keep writing.
BUT IT'S HERE NOW! Don't hate me!
CH 43
I suppose it's safe to say that none of it really sank in until the next morning when I woke up buck ass naked in bed with heavily inked arms draped around me like a blanket and someone's morning wood pressing lightly between my legs. And I'd be a dirty rotten liar if I told you that I recognized exactly who's boner it was right away. But the thought of being in bed with my (now ex, if my brain would keep up) boyfriend and the physical evidence of tattooed sleeves wrapped around me didn't quite fit together.
…Was that a marshmallow on a stick…?
Punk.
HOLY SHIT I FUCKED PUNK.
And in that situation, who in their right mind wouldn't panic? Right? Right.
So naturally, my instinct was to carefully peel the man's arms from around my body and attempt to be a ninja. And if you haven't found out just yet, I'm SO far from ninja material.
"Please tell me you're not actually trying to sneak out of my hotel room like some cheap one night stand. I thought we covered this last night."
Busted.
"I wouldn't even dream of it. Iiii was just gonna go take a shower."
"Then I'll join you."
"No!" Okay, maybe that was a bit much. I cleared my throat and tried again, "I mean, no. No, that's fine. You're sleeping and that's kind of a miracle in and of itself so you just…" With a vague wave of my hand I continued to scoot towards the edge of the mattress, "You go back to bed."
He gave me a long pondering look before reaching out and taking my hand. His thumb traced lightly across my skin and I felt my heart skip a beat before pounding into overtime.
"Why don't you come back to bed? I mean, not that you've really left yet, but I get this little feeling that if I let you go now, I won't get you to come back." His voice was a deep rumble, still somewhat muddled with sleep as he gave my hand a gentle tug. And how could I resist.
Slowly, I crawled my way back to the center of the bed and almost instantly, his arms were around me again, one cradling my head, the other wrapped almost protectively around my waist. And I can't lie. It felt… Kinda perfect, actually.
Letting out a long sigh, my eyes fell closed and I felt a slight pout start to crease my forehead as well as turn down the corners of my mouth. I also felt his lips press against my temple, his breath tickling against the side of my face. He was smiling. I could tell not only by the feel of his mouth against my skin, but by the tone in his voice when he patronized me. "You're adorable when you get caught, you know that, right?"
"Fuuuuuuuck you."
Clearly I did not think that through. The man behind me pressed his hips forward until I could feel every inch of his length pressing into the small of my back. And if that wasn't enough, I swear to all that is holy he PURRED into my ear.
"Gladly."
"Pervert," I lightly batted at his hand, the nature of the action completely betraying my words.
He simply chuckled at that and shrugged, kissing at the lobe of my ear and then down to my neck, muttering against my skin as he spoke. "I had sex last night for the first time in probably months. I then woke up this morning with the same beautiful woman I had sex with last night in my bed. I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to think with my dick. What do you think?"
"I think you're making it very hard to tell you no, is what I think." My own voice had taken on a different timbre. Lower, somehow and… Not exactly husky, but definitely… Deep, thick and heavy and being a nasty traitor.
"Oh, you poor thing…"
I rolled my eyes, reaching to pinch his arm, the action gaining me an obviously faked moan as he nipped at the skin of my neck with his teeth, "Kinky. I like it," he mumbled, moving up to my jaw now, kissing his way to the very corner of my lips.
"I figured you might, considering your reaction to my nails on your back last night." I may or may not have been taunting him at that point. And he taunted right back, grazing his lips just behind my ear, earning him a slight shiver.
"At least I gave you fair warning." He nearly cooed, pulling gently on my arm now and despite my better judgment, I rolled over. As I did so, I was met almost instantly with a kiss.
So naturally I kissed back. After all, it would be rude to deny him. And that was obviously the only reason I was kissing him; to be polite. It wasn't like I actually wanted to kiss him. Or wrap my arms around him. Or let him roll over on top of me. Or…
A sharp knock at the door had my heart in my throat as well as the both of us nearly jumping off the bed.
"Oh, come on!" Punk was obviously disgruntled as he placed a long, languid kiss on my lips, "Stay here, I'll be just a second."
I grinned at him as he got up, pulling on his boxers and a pair of shorts, running a hand through his hair haphazardly. "One one-thousand."
He flipped me off with a grin as he went to the door and I gave him a too sweet smile that he didn't even see as he opened it. I was fine hiding in the bed up until I heard the voice at the door.
"Punk, I had a question about the match tonight. What would you say to—" John broke off midsentence and it may or may not have had something (or everything) to do with me sneaking across the hotel room with the entire duvet and half the sheets wrapped around me and headed towards the bathroom.
Cena pointed now, just over Punk's shoulder, eyebrows lifted slightly, "…That's a naked Charlie."
