A/N: Only own my OC's. If your reading this so far, please or review or add to alerts so I know if I should continue with the story or not! Thanks J

"Maxi, is that you?" Adam mumbled sleepily, waking up when I came in the hotel room.

"Yeah, it's me. Go back to sleep," I said gently and kissed his head as he settled back into the pillows.

Afraid Adam would recognize Punk's cologne that was lingering on my body; I took a long hot shower.

"I'm sorry, baby," I whispered as I snuggled into Adam. Although he was sleeping, he wrapped his arms around me instinctively.

"Hey, Punk! Over here!" Adam called from across the room, waving at Punk.

Punk made his way across the restaurant to our table.

"Morning, Maxi. Adam," Punk greeted exchanging a look with me.

"Eat with us. The whole roster must be having breakfast here." Adam said, kicking a chair out for Punk.

I was now sitting between the two men. Adam with one arm slung around me and Punks leg barely brushing against mine. Just that light contact from him sent a shiver up my spine. Punks leg moved away just as quickly as it had came though.

"That's my cappuccino. Get our own!" I protested, prying my drink from Punks hands. Punk and Adam laughed heartily at me. I took a long sip of the drink before sitting it back down.

"Just wanted a taste, Blondie. Don't get your panties in a bunch." Punk laughed, Adam joined him as my cheeks started to burn.

"It's OK, Babe. If you get 'em bunched up I'll take them off you!" Adam added, making both men laugh even more. Despite my embarrassment, even I couldn't help laughing at that.

"So, Ad mind if I steal your girlfriend for a few hours today?" Punk asked as we finished up our meal.

"Suppose not. But what for?" Adam replied as he signaled for more coffee.

"Can't say it's a secret," Punk said with a sly look.

"Ah, must be getting Ally a gift huh? Need Maxi's opinion." Adam said.

"Dang, you caught me. Just don't tell Ally, OK?" Punk said sheepishly as he grinned at me.

"Don't have to worry about me saying anything. Just bring my girl back in one piece. I'll be at meetings and stuff all day. Probably wont be back 'til dinner time." Adam told me as we got up to leave. He gave me a lingering kiss before heading out to catch a taxi.

"I just have to go to the room and change." I said and headed back towards my suite.

"Can I watch?" Punk said and smirked as I blushed at him.

As soon as the room door closed behind us, I found myself pressed up against the door. Punks lips tangling with mine, his hands on the wall on either side of me.

"I've been wanting to do that all morning." Punk stated as he lowered his arms, freeing from him if I wanted to go.

"You're a good kisser," I complimented and pecked his lips before going for my suitcase.

"Better than him?" Punk asked, watching as I gathered the clothes I wanted and slipped into the bathroom.

I put on low rider jeans and one of my Edge shirts, with the star design I wanted my tattoo to look like. The shirt had been cut up and tied in the back so it fit my body flatteringly. I finished the outfit with some red sandals that matched the shirt.

"Well, I can tell who your favorite is." Punk said as he took in my outfit.

"I'm only wearing this shirt cause of the stars. That's what I want mine to look like."

"You wanted to do that today?" Punk said sounding surprised.

"Yeah. What were you thinking about when you asked Adam if you could steal me."

"Come on, I know just the place." Punk said chuckling.

"That's perfect right there." I said as I observed the outline the tattoo artist had placed on my lower back. In the spot Punk had suggested last night.

I sat in the chair, waiting in suspense as the tattoo artist got his gun set up.

"Don't sweat it." Punk said as he took my hand in his. I squeezed his hand tighter as the tattoo artist started. Punks thumb massaged my hand in small circles, which was surprisingly enough soothing. Eventually the pain turned into a lot of pinching and numbness.

Right after I was done, Punk jumped in the chair. Wanting some touch-ups done on his sleeves. He looked completely comfortable as the tattoo artist started preparing his inks.

I wandered over to the mirror, turning so I could get a complete view of my tattoo.

"Like it?" Punk and the tattoo artist said in unison.

"Yes. It's exactly what I pictured." I said as I admired it.

I went to Punk's side sitting in the stool he'd just sat in. I watched curiously as the tattoo artist started touching up his ink. My hand had a mind of its own as it dropped onto Punk's knee, my attention on the tattoo artist and his gun.

"Wanna order room service?" I asked as we settled down on the bed in mine and Adam's room. We hadn't requested a couch, so the bed and an armchair were the only seating options.

"Sure," Punk said leaning across me to grab the menu from the nightstand. His hand smacked my butt solidly on the way back.

"Hey! You Punk!" I squealed and pounced on him. I was wrestling the menu from his hands.

"You know it, Blondie," Punk said as he tugged the menu out of my grasp. I slipped and landed up on top of him. Managing to catch myself on my hands. I braced myself over top of him.

"Don't call me blondie," I sneered at him and pulled the menu right out of his hands. I tossed the menu across the room.

Punk leaned up and caught my lips with his. Holding onto the back of my head, he firmly pulled me deeper into him. He easily shifted and was on top of me in an instant, without once breaking the kiss.

We rolled around back and forth, fighting playfully over who got to be on top. My cell phone started ringing Edge's music, signaling Adam was calling me. I was quick to hop off of Punk and answer.

"Hello, Sexy." I greeted, which was how I always greeted him on the phone.

"Hey, Babe. What you up to? Sound a little winded."

"Oh. I was just doing some exercising in the room," I fibbed as I glanced at Punk. Who looked rather comfortable on the bed. Sprawled out, with his hands behind his head. Despite myself I noticed his jeans looked tighter than they were before. I turned my back on Punk.

"I see. Well, I was just calling to tell you I'll be home in about 2 hours. I was going to take you to that one place you pointed out when we were driving around."

"Sounds great. I hear their food is delicious."

"So lover boy's taking you out." Punk observed, smirking at me.

"Yes, my sexy boyfriend is taking me out to eat when he gets here in a couple hours." I stated, swatting him with the room service menu.

"If he's your 'sexy boyfriend'. What does that make me?"

"You're a Punk. Know your role," I said swatting him again. Punk nodded solemnly and mock saluted me.

"You know that means you have to go." I said, nudging him.

"Nah, I like it here," Punk teased not moving a muscle.

"You can't be here when he gets here."

Punk pulled me into his arms, kissing me hungrily. I placed both my hands on his chest and gently pushed. Punk chuckled into the kiss. I pushed as hard as I could, and still couldn't get him budge. He moved willingly though.

"I know, I gotta go." Punk said with a pout.

"When's Ally coming back?"

"Monday, just in time for Raw." Punk replied and pecked me on the lips before heading out.