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"Emmy..." Phil whispered into her ear, "I'm gonna lose it..." he breathed heavily in her ear before he gave one last long hard thrust and emptied his seed into her with a loud growl. She dug her nails into his back and wrapped her long legs even tighter around his waist as he growled, "I fucking love you so much, baby," in her ear. The room was spinning for Emma; the effects of the all of the alcohol she had drank tonight were beginning to wear her down. She wanted to push her husband off of her and go to sleep. She knew she was being a bitch by thinking like that; but she really just wanted to pass out right now.
Punk stayed on top of her, trying to catch his breath. Sex with Emma was always amazing; she gave as hard as she received; and he loved giving it to her. After laying on top of her and absentmindedly kissing her neck and her shoulders, he finally rolled off of her and tried to pull her close to his chest like he used to after a long hard love making session. Those moments they spent together, sweaty, out of breath and high on love were the happier times during their marriage. She used to be able to not get enough of him; craving his touch, begging for it, crying when he had to leave to head out on the road for a show. Things, apparently have changed because right now, instead of snuggling up to her husband's chest and enjoying the afterglow with him, Emma had other ideas right now. She moved away from him and covered herself up with a blanket.
"If you're leaving, make sure you lock the door behind you," she mumbled before she curled up and closed her eyes. Phil looked at her in shock and mild disgust. Did his wife seriously just tell him to lock the door when he left? Why did she have to be such a bitch? In fact, when did she become such a tramp? Who the hell was this new Emma? He had no idea, but he knew he sure didn't fucking like it one bit, and he was about to let her know that.
"Are you fucking serious, Em? We just got done making love for the first time in like seven months and you're telling me to leave?"
Emma groaned from underneath the blanket; why was he choosing right now to be difficult? "It was just sex, Phil. Besides, I'm not asking you to stay, you can go home if you want. I don't want you to feel like you're supposed to stay here and pretend like you care. I'm drunk and I want to sleep."
"This is my home, Emma. I'm supposed to sleep next to my wife after I make love to her. She's not supposed to kick me out like I was some bad one night stand! What the hell did I do so wrong that made you stop loving me? Huh? What happened that made you so fucking unhappy with me?" he asked, raising his voice as he made her sit up and pay attention to him. "You used to be so happy with me? What the fuck happened? Oh, and by the way, yeah, I still care for you, you're my wife, I fucking love you. Even though right now, you're making that real hard to do, Emma!"
"Stop yelling at me," she said softly as she tried to lay down and go back to sleep.
"No, Em. You're not going to sleep. Not until you tell me why you got drunk, called me up at three in morning, asked me to drive over here, had sex with me, and now you want me to leave. Tell me, Emma Sue. Tell me what the hell is wrong with you? Why are being such a bitch!"
Emma's mouth dropped open; they had had horrible fights before, but he had never called her a bitch like he did right now. Her husband was seething with anger. His hazel eyes were ablaze with hate right now; he was biting his bottom lip, pulling at his lip ring as he stared her down. She wasn't scared of him; she knew he would never lay a hand on her, no matter how far she pushed him.
"Get out," she said softly as she turned from him and laid on her side.
"No."
"Fine. Stay. I don't care," she said through gritted teeth.
Phil smirked; he should head back to his apartment, he left the kids in the care of Scott; and he knew damn well if the kids woke up and realized that only Scott was there to take care of them, there would be chaos and his apartment would be trashed within fifteen minutes.. But another part of him, the part that wanted to grate on his wife's nerves the way she got on his, wanted desperately to stay and see how far he could push her tonight. He laid down and crawled under the blanket with Emma, wrapping an arm around her slender waist and throwing a leg over hers, he snuggled up to her back and kissed the back of her neck. He felt her stiffen up. "What's the matter? Just a few minutes ago, you were letting me touch you everywhere," he whispered in her ear.
"Go to sleep or leave, Phil."
"I love it when you're feisty and bitchy, Emmy. Turns me on. Maybe if you keep it up, I'll be ready for round two in about half an hour. Lucky girl," he murmured as he continued kissing the back of her neck. "You could get the greatest sex of your life twice in one night. We haven't done that since before Jenna was born."
"Go to sleep or leave, Phil."
"You already said that, babe."
Emma let out a little scream of frustration and flipped over so she was facing her husband; Phil smiled. "Hey, babe..." he whispered as he pushed her bangs out of her face and leaned over to kiss her. She pushed him away before his lips could meet hers.
"Why are we doing this?"
"Why are we doing what, Emmy? Why am I here? Why are we fighting right now? I think we need to answer other questions before we dive into a deep conversation like that. Maybe we should start at the beginning. Why did you kick me out of my house? Let's start there, shall we?" Phil smirked as he sat up and crossed him arms across his chest; he was looking for an argument right now. "Let's figure out why one day, I come home from being on the road for two weeks, and you just all of the sudden decided that you didn't love me anymore and that you wanted out. Let's fucking talk about that."
Emma rolled her eyes at Phil. "You know, Em, you should stop rolling your eyes at me like that. Turns me on," he growled as he leaned in to kiss her. Once again, she moved before his lips could meet hers.
"Stop, Phil. This was obviously a mistake."
His mouth dropped in mock shock. "A mistake? A husband and wife making love is a mistake? No. What the mistake was, was me accepting the fact that you've been acting like a bitch for the last seven months and letting you get away with it without an explanation—that was a mistake, darling."
Emma grabbed her pillow and jumped off the bed, intending to either head downstairs to the couch or to the guest bedroom when Phil caught her arm before she could leave. "Stay," he said softly, as she pulled away from him and pulled a t-shirt over herself. "Please stay, Emmy," he asked again as he put his hand on her arm again.
She shook her head and shrugged him off of her and headed to the guest bedroom. It was a mistake calling him tonight; she should have just went to bed and passed out.
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Phil watched her walk away. He glanced over at the alarm clock next to the bed; it was almost 6:00. The kids wouldn't be up for another three hours, but he should probably still head back to that shitty apartment in case they had woken up after he left and had now hog tied Scott to a chair or something.
Without saying goodbye to Emma, he got dressed and headed downstairs. After turning off all of the lights, he locked the front door behind him and headed back across town. He would just have to deal with her another time; he had to get back to his kids right now.
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It was almost 6:30 by the time he got home. He quietly unlocked the door and let himself in; he smiled when he saw Scott and Jenna sitting on the couch together watching Spongebob. Jenna had her head in Scott's lap but sat up with a big smile on her cute little face when she saw her dad come in the door.
"Hi daddy!" she said gleefully.
"Well, hi Jenners. What are you doing up?" he asked as he took off his shoes and came into the living room. Punk was dead tired, but at the same time he was too wound up to sleep. He hated times like this.
"Watching Spongebob with Uncle Scott," she said as she came over to the chair he was sitting in and crawled up in his lap, snuggling close. He missed mornings like this.
"Why are you up so early?" he whispered as he played with her hair.
She shrugged her little shoulders, "Wanted to watch Spongebob." Phil nodded; that was a good reason. For a three year old.
Jenna jumped off Punk's lap and headed towards her bedroom to grab her blanket and stuffed penguin. As soon as she was out of earshot, Scott asked about Punk's night. "So...how did it go with Emma?'
Punk shrugged. "All right. We had sex then she told me to leave."
"She did what?"
"She told me to leave. In fact, she said, lock the door behind you when you leave, then she tried to roll over and pass out."
"What a bitch..." Scott mumbled.
"I know. But she's my bitch of a wife. I have to figure out why she's acting like this. She was never like this before, ya know? I guess, I don't know. Sometime after the last kid was born she started acting real funny, but I was just starting to get over in the WWE and I didn't have time to sit at home with her and figure it out. Maybe I should have. I still remember the girl who wore those black boots and had pink streaks in her hair and was all right with staying up all night talking smart and laughing. And now? Now, she's wearing high heels, getting her nails and hair done every week and wearing short red dresses. That's not my wife. And she's a bitch. Things like that, make me think she's cheating on me."
Scott nodded. "I remember. She used to be a pretty cool chick, but man, lately, I can't be in the same room with her without wanting to drop kick her. Know what I mean?"
"Yep. I tried to pick a fight with her before I left to try and figure out why she's being such a raging bitch, and you know what she said? All she said was 'get out'. She was so drunk she didn't even want to fight with me. Now, you know when she don't want to fight that there's something wrong with her. She never drank this much before. True, she don't want to be straight edge like me, but she never drank this much. You should have seen her, man. She reeked like a bottle of rum and could barely keep her eyes open when we were done. That's not my Emmy."
"Punk. I think it might be time to just let this go. Maybe she just really don't want to be married to you anymore."
Punk shook his head. "Nope, not giving up. She promised me forever and a day, and I'm holding her to it."