Figured You Out

April had finally finished her midnight shifts after two weeks and this was her first night off. She was preparing him a romantic dinner filled with candles and she put on her best dress. She was nervous for this dinner though. She had to tell Punk that she has been followed for the last two weeks. There was a car with a man who discreetly watched her at work everyday and then left when Punk would show up to pick her up after work. She knew it wasn't Punk having someone watch her since he was so paranoid and called constantly and even showed up for lunches at her diner almost everyday.

"What is this?" Punk asked walking in the door.

"I cooked you dinner." She told him proudly.

"What's the occasion?" He asked removing his jacket

"I finished my late night shifts." She grinned.

"Good." he said sitting at the counter that had two candles and a nice dish prepared. "You didn't cook this" He laughed looking at the dish.

"Why? Because it looks so good?" She asked offended.

"No it's just you like to burn food." He smirked smelling the pasta dish. "That smells incredible.

"Thank you." She grinned.

"I'm impressed." Punk had to admit looking at the dish.

"I'm full of surprises." She grinned sitting next to him.

"I am starving." He groaned grabbing his fork. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I am." she said picking up her own fork. "How was work?"

"It was good." he said suspicious of her. "Did you break something?"

"No." She laughed a little too obnoxiously.

"Are you in trouble?" He asked.

"Nope." She said to him.

"Are you pregnant?" He asked and she glared at him.

"No. Why? Do I look it?" She practically hissed.

"No!" He said quickly then began to eat his food.

"I'm excited about Vermont." She told him. "I did some shopping and packing already."

"Oh, right I have to pack." He said thinking about it. "What did you pack?"

"Sweaters and boots." She shrugged. "Why?"

"I keep the cabin very warm." He warned her. "Plus there's a fireplace. It's going to be too hot for heavy clothes."

"Yea? So what should I bring?" she asked and he looked over her in her cute short dress.

"That's good. But still probably too much." He said seriously.

"I'm not walking around naked all Thanksgiving." She laughed.

"Why? I would be particularly thankful for that." Punk said to her and she smiled. "There's a hot tub too."

"I need to get a bathing suit." She said thinking about it.

"No you really don't." He assured her.

"Stop trying to keep me naked all weekend." She teased.

"That's my ultimate goal." he said to her honestly.

"I want a traditional Thanksgiving dinner." She warned him. "I expect Turkey and stuffing and mashed potatoes and apple pie-"

"Who is cooking it?" He asked and she looked at him. "Me?"

"You're a better cook." She shrugged eating her own food now.

"This is delicious." He noted.

"You know this is takeout." She admitted annoyed.

"Lucky for you, I can cook." he grinned.

"I am lucky." She said to him and watched him eat.

"Why are you looking at me while I eat? I feel like you're waiting to drop a bomb." He said to her putting his fork down.

April didn't say a word. Instead she grabbed him by his hand and lead him over to the couch and sat him down then removed his shirt for him and straddled him.

"I'm not going to be able to enjoy anything until you tell me whatever it is you have to tell me." Punk warned her as she kissed his heck. "Ape, I'm serious."

"There's nothing bad. Can't I just welcome you home like this after a hard days work?" She asked innocently.

"No." He said moving her hands off his chest.

"Do I have to handcuff you...again?" she asked arching a brow and she felt him stiffen under her.

"Well, I have been..." he then shook his head. "What is going on?"

"I just love you and appreciate you." She said kissing his lips. "Maybe I'm in the mood? Ever think of that?"

"No. Because this morning when I tried to get some you kicked me in my shin." He groaned in remembrance. "Last night you fell asleep before I could even start, the other morning-"

"I'm in the mood now." She shrugged then kissed over his colorful chest.

April placed her mouth over his nipple and he was done. He'd enjoy this for as long as he could and deal with whatever bombshell she had later.

He was practically glowing when she shimmied onto her knees and too his pants down with her. He rested his head against the couch as she made love to him using her mouth. This was how he would ideally end every day after work if he could. And it wasn't just that April was talented with her mouth, she was beautiful with everything she did.

"That's good." Punk encouraged keeping his eyes on her then did her the favor of pulling her hair back so it wouldn't get in the way.

One of April's hands massaged him while her mouth worked and her other hand disappeared between her own thighs under her dress. Punk thrust his hips slights into her mouth but he didn't have to, April knew what she was doing. Punk bit on his bottom lip a few minutes in as he felt himself rapidly approaching release. He didn't even warn her when it was coming because she knew his body well enough by now to know that for herself.

Once he was done, April sat back on her knees and cleaned the corners of her mouth and Punk waggled his finger, beckoning for her to join him back on the couch. She stood up on her feet as he stroked himself try to harden again for her then again sat on his thighs. She placed a kiss on his lips while he tugged down her dress to free one breast so he could play with it with his free hand. It didn't take long to get Punk ready and in an instant April dropped onto him and was riding him.

"You were right." She moaned as she did all of the work. "There was something I had to tell you." She said with her eyes closed tight and her teeth biting her bottom lip after each word.

"You manipulative-" Punk began but with a roll of April's hips he was silenced.

"There's a car watching me at work. Two men." She told him softly as she now peppered his cheek with kisses.

Punk didn't respond, she wasn't even sure he heard her over their skin slapping and grunting. But he must have, he quickly dropped her onto her back on the couch and began to dive into her body with hard thrusts. He didn't let up either, he just keep moving as if he was digging for something buried deep inside of her. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head and her nails dug into his chest. She went first and a few thrusts later Punk joined her.

"Mine." He hissed against her lips just as he emptied himself inside of her.

"Fuck." She nearly cried as he pulled out of her body.

"You ok?" He asked sitting next to her laying form.

"Better than ok." She grinned.

"What do they look like?" He asked her as he caught his breath.

"What? Who?" She asked almost completely delirious from the high she was on.

"I don't know." She said closing her eyes and smiling to herself.

"April." he scolded and her eyes shot open. "I'm not fucking around on this." He warned her pulling his pants back up. "Did they look like Sawyer's men?"

"No." She said shaking her head. "They were really casual. They didn't have plates on their car."

"Really?" He asked and she nodded. "Are you sure they're watching you?"

"No. But I've noticed every time you come in they leave and they're never there when I get to work but five or ten minutes into my shift they're back." She told him grabbing a blanket and throwing it over herself and closing her eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" He asked her.

"I didn't think anything of it." She yawned. "Could you clean up? I did cook."

"You didn't cook." He groaned then stood over her. "What kind of car?"

"Dark." She answered. "Looks like your car." She told him then it hit him.

"Alright." He said to her. "I'll take care of it."

"How? You don't even know who it is." She laughed to herself trying to fall asleep.

"I think I have a pretty good idea." Punk said to her. "Go up to bed I'll clean up he offered."

"I'm comfortable here." She said tiredly then felt him lift up into her arms.

"I'm more comfortable with you laying next to me." He informed her as he carried his tired girlfriend up the spiral stairs and placed her onto the bed.

Punk helped her out of her dress, leaving her only her red lacy bra and she crawled under the covers.

"I don't think the magic is gone." She told him out of nowhere.

"What?" he asked.

"A few people have said the magic would be gone once this Sawyer case was over." She said opening her eyes a bit. "I don't think it's gone."

"It's not." He agreed. "And fuck what anyone else says." he said leaning over and she kissed him.

"I like you." she smiled patting his cheek.

"Oh, good." He couldn't help but laugh. "You're alright yourself."

"That's all strive for." She teased. "I'll clean up tomorrow, come to bed now and lay with me." She pleaded gently grabbing his wrist. "It's my first night off and I just want to lay here with you."

"I can't turn that down." He said kicking off his jeans again and getting into the bed naked.

John Cena walked into his office the next morning and saw Punk looking through his desk and he let out an amused chuckle.

"Looking for something?" John asked.

"I was going to ask you the same thing." Punk said never looking up from the desk.

"Alright, I'll bite." John grinned closing his office door. "What do you mean by that?"

"Why do you have a tail on April?" Punk asked shaking a locked drawer.

"I'm sorry?" John asked and Punk looked at him with a death glare. "It's not a tail." He said quietly.

"Then what the fuck is it?" Punk demanded to know. "Why are there two Marshal's parked outside her job?"

"It's about Sawyer." John told him honestly and Punk laughed.

"You think she was working with him?" Punk asked.

"No I don't." John laughed. "Little April Mendez from New Jersey doesn't have an illegal bone in her body- not counting lying under oath."

"Then what could possibly be the reason and why the fuck wouldn't you tell me?" Punk demanded.

"James Sawyer has been watching her." John told him and Punk's face fell.

"No. She would have told me that." Punk said firmly.

"She probably hasn't even seen him." John told him. "I had guys tailing Sawyer after his release and he's been going to the diner. He never goes on but just watches. I went in and spoke to April's boss who confirmed James Sawyer has been there, outside during her shifts. So I put a security detail on her but it's low key since the Chief isn't anxious to spend more money on protecting April who was a hostile witness."

"Oh." Punk smiled standing up. "And here I was thinking you were trying to set her up to be arrested because you were pissed at her."

"I am pissed, but I wouldn't frame her." John scoffed. "As much as it pains me to admit it, I know why April did what she did."

"Thank goodness." Punk laughed then his face dropped as he grabbed John by the collar of his shirt and shoved him into the door. "Why the fuck wouldn't you tell me she was in danger?"

"I don't know if she is!" John yelled.

"Yes you do! He's not there to thank her and we both fucking know it. I know what you were doing." Punk said to him as he kept him pinned to the door. "You know Sawyer wants April, you know if he wanted her dead she would have been dead months ago when they first came into the loft looking for her. And you have a real hard on to catch Sawyer. You're going to bait him using April." He said to John who didn't confirm or deny the accusation. "That's why you didn't tell me because you knew I wouldn't let you, that the reason reason the Chief doesn't know because he wouldn't approve it and he'd tell me."

"Get off me." John hissed pushing Punk off of him.

"April isn't a fucking poker chip!" Punk yelled. "You can't gamble her life especially without me or her knowing!"

"I would ask her and I bet she would say yes but it's you who would talk her out of it!" John yelled.

"Damn right I would!" Punk yelled. "I won't let you use the guilt she feels about letting Sawyer walk to your advantage." he said disgusted. "She doesn't owe you her life."

"She owes me and Ms. Paulson and every officer who worked her case a little bit of selflessness!" John yelled back.

"Fuck you." Punk said simply. "I'll have you fired for this, you get that?"

"For what? Putting a security detail on your girlfriend?" John asked with a laugh.

"I know your real motive." Punk warned him.

"That's your theory." John said to him. "I wouldn't let April get hurt."

"You don't give a shit about April." Punk argued. "You want Sawyer in jail and I don't know if it's just so fucking personal to you or you think you'll get a promotion out of it-"

"It's my job." John corrected annoyed.

"This isn't your job. Sawyer hasn't been a bother since being out. You're trying to entrap him by using Ape and I promise you that will be over my dead body." Punk threatened. "Get this fucking case out of your head and stay the FUCK away from Ape." he warned then walked out of the office.

Punk walked into the loft after his confrontation with John. It was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving and they were going to leave tonight to get a head start on traffic for the fourteen hour drive but since April was off he was going to leave earlier and just get out of town. He didn't want to have relive this James Sawyer mess right now. He wanted a peaceful weekend away to forget life or death situations and just be a normal couple with April.

"Ape?" He called out walking inside.

"Upstairs!" She yelled and he ran up the stairs. "I'm packing for you." She said as she folded some of his clothes for him.

"I'm not going to need my razor." He said noticing it in the bag.

"If you want me to kiss you you'll need it." She added casual as she put his shirts in the bag.

"As soon as you're done, we're leaving." He told her.

"So early?" She asked.

"Yea I'm taking the day off." He told her.

"What happened at work?" She asked. "Is John having me watched?"

"Yea he is." Punk said to her.

"I had a feeling." She sighed. "I deserve the doubt."

"No you don't." Punk told her. "He thinks James Sawyer is looking in on you. Have you seen him?"

"No." She told him honestly.

"Then don't worry about it. I'll take care of it when we get back." He assured her.

"Perfect time to get away." She grinned zipping up his bag. "Are you sure your dad isn't going to mind us using the cabin?"

"No." he snorted. "It's not his. My grandfather left it to him, me and my mom. My mom refuses to use it so my dad does."

"Does he know about me?" She asked curiously.

"Didn't he meet you?" Punk asked.

"Yea but he told you to stay with your own kind." She remembered.

"Fuck him." Punk scoffed.

"I don't want to cause tension with you and your father. He might be upset with you taking a Hispanic girl to his cabin." she warned.

"First of all, and again I repeat- it's not his cabin." Punk told her. "Second of all, I don't give a shit about his racist comments. I told him when he was here not to disrespect you and I meant it. Don't worry about him. I barely even see or talk to him."

"Are you sure? Maybe you should tell him you've invited me up." She suggested.

"I don't want to talk to him." Punk scoffed. "I want to talk to you and only you." he said grabbing her and kissing her. "Even though, the idea of making him lose his fucking mind seeing you in the cabin is appealing." He teased.

"Why is he like that?" April asked shaking her head.

"He's old school, it was how he was raised. Thankfully my mother raised me better." he shrugged. "He'd prefer me with a nice Irish girl."

"I'm not nice and I'm not Irish." She warned and he laughed.

"You are nice." he smirked. "And I love that you're Puerto Rican."

"Your dad doesn't." She mocked.

"Ignore him." Punk said to her.

"Is that why you haven't seen him for months?" She asked curiously.

"Why are you asking me about him?" Punk asked annoyed.

"Because he left a message on your machine about not seeing you for months." She grinned. "Are you hiding me from him?"

"Never." Punk smiled proudly. "I love showing you off. My mom took you to my aunts and introduced you to my entire family on her side- without inviting me." he reminded her. "I just haven't had time to see him. But when I do see him I'll bring you with me and that's because I'm not ashamed of you and I want to piss him off." he grinned.

"So if I asked you to come to a family gathering, you would?" She asked curiously.

"I've already met your family." He reminded her.

"There's more than just parents." She laughed. "But my aunt called today and she's throwing my parents a surprise 40th wedding anniversary party."

"Yea, I'll go." He told her.

"Good. I think my parents would want you there more than me anyway." She teased.

"I agree, I'd hate to disappoint them on such a big day." Punk played along.

"Ass." She laughed passing him his bag.

"Where's your bag?" he asked. "I'll just take them down to the car now."

"One is up here and the other is downstairs." she told him.

"Two bags?" He asked stunned "We're going away for four days."

"I know I didn't pack enough." She told him. "But-"

"Two is too much." Punk said to her. "Two is a lot of clothes for someone who isn't going to be in clothes most of the time."

"Stop." She laughed. "That's hair and makeup stuff too."

"It's just me." He groaned grabbed her other bag.

"I like to look nice for you." She smiled and kissed his cheek before he went down the stairs.

"Naked is nice." He argued going down the stairs.