A/N: I'm not gonna complain how I didn't get many reviews for the last update since I admit that it sucked and was WAY too short. This is a little longer so I hope it makes up for it.
Just a reminder this M-rated. I say this because the lemon is close by...

Punk was not sure how their make-shift match got here...AJ was latched onto his body, her legs in a tight lock around his waist and arms circling his neck. To keep his balance he moved to the corner using the turnbuckle to support the added 95 pounds of diva against his chest. Her butt seated on the turnbuckle and he thought she would let go or try some sort of submission or take down from the position. Or try to break out of the corner as his body blocked her in...That didn't happen.

Her hands on the back of his neck, he started to have deja vu as she forcefully pulled him towards her connecting their lips for the third time. This time without cameras and not acting, this was very much real.

He was loving every second of it. Yes in all reality he knew he should not be doing this. Relationships were complicated. After his last break-up he decided that it was better to remain single for the rest of his wrestling career. Plus AJ was sweet and in her career still naive, probably having mixed up feelings from the storyline they had been doing for the past months. But his body refused to listen. His taped hand wrapped around her brunette locks as he pull her in just as deep. The remaining hand resting on her lower back. Exploring her mouth with his tongue. Something he had done before on Smackdown, but this was even better. She was taking advantage as much as he was as her tongue trashed against his for some sort of dominance.

The hand he had placed her lower back began to wander, as if with a mind of its own as it ran over the curves of her waist and hip. She moaned into his mouth giving him approval and more incentive to increase his ministrations. Removing his hand from her hair he did the same motions again, earning more sounds of approval. He was very aware of how his already tight trunks were becoming tighter as her hips grinding into his. Her own clothed core radiating heat from beneath the fabric.

Every synapse in his brain was telling him to stop, but he couldn't find the will to do it. Detaching his lips from hers he moved down to her neck uncovering the hidden flesh from beneath her long hair. He gave a light bite which he knew he shouldn't since both had to be out in front of the audience and on camera later, but he still worked the flesh until he was satisfied with the circular bruise that had formed.

He smirked at his work. He expected AJ to push him away and berate him for the action. Looking to her face she was anything but angry. Her eyes glazed and darkened with lust as she looked at him. She was turned on.

Their lips collided once again in a fury. Punk's hands now venturing over her ample breasts cupping the mound in his hand through the top of her sports bra and gear. She grinding into his now fully erect manhood once again involuntarily creating a moan from his throat. His hand cupped her ass giving support as he pulled from the turn buckle and moved towards the center of the ring. Without breaking any contact he managed to lay AJ down on the mat with him on top. Her legs finally loosened their hold some.

He pulled away from the kiss so he could look at her. Her hair was wildly across the mat, she was panting for breath, her eyes slightly closed in their haze, chest rising and falling, her toned stomach, and her hips. She was beautiful.

Punk pulled at the top of her gear cursing the tight material. He didn't bother taking the material fully off since he didn't have the patience or time to even try. Once her bare breasts were revealed to his eyes he abandoned the fabric. He latched onto one of her nipples, sucking the bud. He could feel the shiver running over her as she wiggled beneath him, her back arching into him. His hand worked the other breast.

"Punk." She moaned as she writhed beneath him. Her hips grinding into his bent knees seeking attention.

His hand abandoned the breast moving down her body. He rubbed the heat flesh through the fabric listening to AJ groan as she threw her head back.

He pulled back again. This time he moved down grabbing the rim of her shorts and pulling them down with her underwear. He found a similar issue with how the material was not willingly leaving her.

"Punk." She wiggled her body impatience.

He managed to pull it down so the material was locked around her knees. He cursed to himself slightly as he flipped her over. Settling her down so she was on her hands and knees. He couldn't wait any longer. Pulling down his trunks to show his raging hard on. He flicked the tip across her entrance feeling the moisten area. Know she was already wet in anticipation he positioned himself at the entrance.

He made one swift thrust making her cry out. As he let a groan escape at the feel of her walls tight around her erection. He waited a moment for both of them to adjust to the other's body before pulling out slowly and plunging back inside of her. He continued the motion, gradually gaining pace as he moved.

"Harder!" AJ demanded through a breathless moan.

He complied making quick thrusts into her petite body. His hands on her hips as he guided her to move with him. Their skin slapped together as they collided over and over.

He was close and he knew it. He knew AJ was not far either as she was moving her hips on her own seeking for a deeper penetration. He cursed as without any warning he felt AJ's inner wall convulse around him making his own release as he was buried inside of her.

He pulled out and sat down on the mat coming off the high of the situation. His eyes watching AJ as she did the same. She recovered quickly as she shimmed her hips pulling up her gear till it cover over the intimate parts that he had just invaded. She pulled down the top to breasts. Running a hand through her hair to tame the mess curls. While she had done that he pulled his own trunks back over his body.

She turned to him. Crawling over she straddled his hips and without a word gave a light kiss to his cheek. "Thanks Punk." She said before removing her body. She stood and skipped away. Leaving him there with a curious mind as what had just occurred.

AJ grinned as her arm was raised in victory. She was confused when Daniel started to speak into the mic. She gave him a questioning look as he went on with his speak. And getting down on one knee her mind basically went blank. No one had told her about this...what was she suppose to do?

She glanced to the stage hand who gave her a confused look as well. She shifted on her feet feeling the wetness between her legs. She didn't have the time to clean the mess before they were pushing her to the gorilla and out the curtain. He took her hand slipping the finger onto her finger. Glancing at the diamond everything was telling her that it was fake. It was too large to be real...So this was kayfabe? So was she suppose to say yes or no?!

She bit down on her lip. The tears in her eyes very feel. She was freaking out! He was pulling this on her in front of the WWE Universe and on live television. She took a leap. She choked out a yes. He stood and they kissed. She could only feel mildly disgusted as he slobber across her lips, nothing like how she and Punk kissed.

She was relieved to make it backstage. Letting out an outward sigh, but she realized Daniel was still holding her hand. She yanked it away and turned a glare to him. "What was that?! No one said anything about you proposing!" She snapped shoving him back slightly.

"Of course not! This isn't for some stupid story line April! This is a real engagement ring!" He defended himself pointing to the piece of jewelry perched on her finger.

AJ's jaw dropped. "WHAT?!"

A/N: Still a little short, I was trying to make it longer, but my laptop is deciding it doesn't want me to. Hope this makes up for the last chapter.