The next morning, AJ awoke in an oversized t-shirt and shorts lay in the grasp of her boyfriend. She smiled and admired his sleeping form, the small smile on his face as he actually slept, perfectly content. Stretching out an arm, she brushed her thumb over his stubble and chin and smiled, thinking to herself quite how she'd managed to bag such a man. She thought back to the first time she'd met, and how he'd come to her aid, and how it wasn't the first time he had either…
It was Punk's first day on the new series of the diva's NXT series, and he agreed to make appearances doing commentary for Vince. If he was being completely honest, he didn't expect much from them. Hell, he wasn't impressed with half the diva locker room. He walked into the stadium with his bag slung over his shoulder as he walked into his private dressing room and stuck his head phones in for the meantime, before he was called out to start the commentary of course.
An hour later, Punk was sat making innuendos and jokes whilst supposedly "commentating". Nobody had particularly caught his eye and he was beginning to grow tired, especially of the other commentators. But what caught his eye was a small brunet that came skipping out. Now she wasn't like the other girls, he could tell. No fake hair. No ridiculous amounts of make-up. And to top it off, he saw a lot of potential in her whilst she wrestled. He grinned and couldn't stop himself but praise the young diva, the first praise he had given all night.
By the end of the show he was walking back towards his locker room, hands in his pockets and in a foul mood after having argued with Amy over the phone. He stormed backstage, eliciting growls at anybody that dared cross his paths and throwing the occasional death stare to any stage hand that looked like they were about to interrupt his thoughts. And that's when he saw her, seemingly upset whilst taking a verbal lashing from one of the "higher-ups". He growled seeing her shrink back away from the man, a man he knew only too well. Michael fucking Hayes.
Punk approached the scene, with Michael Hayes gradually getting louder and louder. "Hayes, I'd suggest you'd back up."
Hayes swung round and faced Punk, his already red face getting redder at the sight of his least favourite person in the company. "And how is it any of your business Punk?" Hayes asked icily.
"Because you're in the face yelling at a 5 foot 2 diva, who obviously can't argue back at you, and I don't like it. Now, back away from her Hayes." Punk responded coolly.
Begrudgingly, Hayes took half a step backwards away from AJ, and Punk took several steps to stand aside the young diva. "It's AJ, isn't it?" Punk asked in a friendly and warm manner, earning a shy nod and appreciative smile from her. Punk turned back round to face Hayes, "Are you still here?" Punk questioned.
Hayes just glared at him before storming off in the opposite direction, a few seconds later the two heard him yelling, and moments after that, a young and bewildered stage hand running off the opposite way. Punk turned round and faced AJ and smiled, earning a smile back. "Thank you so much for that Punk, really thank you." AJ began nervously.
"It's no problem; I hate to see people treating women badly. I absolutely detest and won't let it happen to anyone; no matter how much I like or dislike them. And you can call me Phil."
"Oh okay, erm-, thanks for everything Phil. He can be such an idiot sometimes. Especially to me." AJ stuttered.
"Well it's a good job I'm gonna be around for the next few weeks and months to make sure that don't happen again eh?" Punk grinned, "You were brilliant out there by the way, I was really impressed. You could go a very long way in this business. It was refreshing to watch, someone different, a different style of wrestling to others. The true underdog." Punk smirked towards the young diva, causing a huge blush to creep across her face.
"That means so much to me, thank you. It's good to see someone likes what I do, because Hayes certainly didn't." AJ sighed sadly.
Punk looked down and frowned at how sad the young diva looked, "He's a prick AJ, he doesn't know a future champion when it's stood in front of him. You are brilliant in the ring, your microphone work, pure brilliance. And you are so much better to look at than the rest of the divas." Punk flirted.
AJ just giggled embarrassedly, "Now I don't believe that."
"You should. Believe me, I'm a man, I would know."
AJ just smiled and looked up at him and smiled, before her attention was ripped away and focused on her friend Kaitlyn calling her from further down the corridor. She looked up at Punk before giving him a light hug and squeeze which he happily returned, before rushing off before he could see the huge pink tinge engulfing her cheeks and face.
That wasn't the last time Punk went to bat for her either, several times throughout her early wrestling career he stood behind her and watched her flourish, mentored and coached her when nobody else would. CM Punk took AJ under his wing and made sure nobody prevented her from reaching her true potential.
She looked over and smiled at him, before gently placing a kiss on his lips. Almost immediately, Punk woke up and kissed her back, and then slowly opened his eyes looking at his beautiful girlfriend.
"Hey baby, did you sleep well?" Punk asked, brushing a few strands of hair behind AJ's ear.
AJ nodded and smiled, "I always do when I'm with you."
Punk just grinned and nodded, "That I can understand."
AJ pulled the covers off her slightly as she was beginning to get slightly flustered, which caused her to think about something. How exactly had she got into these clothes? The last she remembered was falling asleep in Punk's arm at the airport on the way home in the early hours.
"Hey Punky, did I wake up last night after we fell asleep in the car?" AJ asked turning to face him.
Punk looked down at her and smirked, already knowing where the conversation was going, "Nope, you were completely gone last night. You musta been pretty tired, I carried you up here from the car."
AJ smiled in return, "Thankyou Punky, I guess I was really tired." She sat there for a few more moments pondering, before looking back at Punk. "So how exactly did I get into these clothes as I didn't wake up?"
Knowing she already knew the answer from the accusing look he got he laughed, "I promise I didn't look."
"Yes you did. When would you refuse to look at me naked and undress me, or any girl for that matter…" She frowned, thinking about the vast amount of notches Punk would have on his bed if he kept count.
Noticing the frown on her face, Punk tilted her face up to look at his and cupped her face with one hand and gently stroked it. "AJ listen to me baby, okay yes, I haven't been the most faithful, yes I've cheated when I was younger. Yes I've had a lot of girls. But I'm not like that anymore. You are what I've been wanting since I told Hayes to fuck off the first night he was yelling at you on NXT. Nobody else, but you. And you had bloody best remember that, or if not I'll keep reminding you, because I'm not going anywhere anytime soon beautiful. Just remember that."
AJ just smiled and leant over and gently kissed Punk, which he began to make that bit more passionate. She pulled back and smiled, "I'm sorry Punky." He just smiled and brushed it off, "You and only you baby."
She grinned and kissed him again before they heard Colt arising from his room and heading downstairs whistling. Punk just groaned and shouted, "Stop fucking whistling Cabana."
"Morning to you too asshole." Colt shouted back, before continuing his way past whistling. AJ just giggled and looked at Punk before climbing on top of him, straddling his stomach. He raised his eyebrows and smirked at her.
"Now what is this Miss Mendez?"
"Nothing, just shut up and kiss me." AJ responded feistily.
"Happily."
Punk sat up and immediately pressed his lips against her, kissing her passionately. Curious hands roamed each other's bodies; AJ however stopped it before it started to get too far.
"Not with Colt here Punky." AJ whispered in between kisses.
"Mmmph, AJ, don't let him cock block me. He's heard me have sex before." Punk replied before being cut off by AJ.
"I'm not just another one of your fuck buddies you invite over for a booty call when you're lonely, you horny ass. Wait for tonight, and I'll really make it worth your time." AJ flirted mischievously as she bit her lip and began innocently rubbing his length, feeling it slowly harden. Punk grabbed her hand and pulled his boxers down, allowing his length to escape. He pushed AJ's hand towards it and forced her fingers to grasp his length, and slowly forcing her hand to stroke him.
"You sure you wanna wait for tonight when my man's up and ready for action?" Punk questioned teasingly as he sat back enjoying the sensation of him making AJ's hand stroke him. He soon felt AJ beginning to move her hand willingly up and down his long shaft, earning a few drops of pre-cum to slide out of his tip. Punk groaned loudly as he continued her movement, the other hand soon going down south and massaging his balls. "Fuck AJ baby, just like that."
AJ grinned and slowly removed her hand as she watched Punk's face grow confused as he slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see her taking his length in her moist mouth. The sensation tore through his body and he shouted AJ's name loudly as she began to slowly bob her head up and down, occasionally glancing up to see Punk in absolute bliss. She brought her tongue into the mix and slowly began running it up his rock hard length and massaging his balls.
"Fuck AJ. Suck me baby, keep going, make me cum down that throat. Oh fuckk yeaaah."
She could feel Punk beginning to pulsate, and knowing he was moments away from reaching his peak, she quickly withdrew. It took a moment for Punk to realise what had happened, and he looked up to see AJ standing up off the bed and smirking as she looked at him, "That should keep you going until tonight, call it a preview." She smirked one last time watching his pained face before opening the door and walking towards the bathroom.
Punk moaned loudly as he looked down at his hard length, noticing AJ had shut the door, he quickly made his decision to finish what she had started. He took his length in his hand and began to finish himself off, and within minutes, he had come and was now satisfied. He got changed after cleaning himself up and walked out of his bedroom to be met with AJ walking out the bathroom after briefly showering and now dressed. She simply smirked at him, looked down at his crotch and his lack of a hard on, and then laughed knowing exactly what he'd spent the last few minutes doing.
She walked past Punk and stopped just in front of him, "That better now baby? Did you sort yourself out?" AJ teased before briefly kissing Punk. He simply leant over and nibbled her neck and gently sucked his way down, earning a moan from AJ causing him to smirk as he felt he had earned a point back for what she had done to him, "You are going to get it good tonight, believe that."
She laughed and walked down the stairs with Punk following closely behind, "Who are you, The Shield?"
Punk just smirked his signature smirk, "I guess you could say that. Tonight I'll be serving my own form of justice."
She grinned and headed towards the kitchen, where a very bemused Colt was sat at the kitchen table reading a paper.
"Morning love birds." Colt greeted happily, he smirked at them both, and he had after all heard everything that had happened between the two, or mainly Punk's loud groans and shouts.
"Colt, I was thinking, tonight Blackhawks are playing, and I got in touch a few days ago and they put some front row tickets aside for me, fancy us three going to the game?" Punk questioned, looking between his best friend and his other best friend, his girlfriend.
"I'm up for it Punky."
"Yeah, me too. Punky." Colt replied mischievously earning a laugh from AJ but glare from Punk.
"Sweet, I'll let them know."
Several hours of playing computer games later and mucking around watching TV on the sofa, it was finally time for the three to begin to get ready.
AJ had got on with Colt so well and was really looking forward to the evening, including what Punk had promised her after that…