A/N: I seriously don't get how this story comes so easy to write sometimes. Starting to think I have a dirty mind...OK I already know I do! Kinda hard not to know that when the reason WWE first caught your interest was seeing Randy Orton's pure hotness on your television.
Punk turned onto his back as he started to wake for the day. Opening his eyes he stare at the ceiling. His mind replaying the events of yesterday. Starting with his affair with AJ backstage. Then what took place just a few feet away inside the shower. Even the events after they finished the shower.
They actually finished their shower. Cleaning one another body with the 'squishy puff'. It might have gotten heated again, but they were already standing under a lukewarm stream of water that was threatening to get colder. Finishing in the shower, they dried their bodies.
There was no discussion to what they were doing or what they had. He merely slipped on a pair of boxers. Giving AJ a pair as well to wear. They crawled into bed together. And that was it.
He already knew when waking up that AJ was gone. He felt cold without her warm body snuggled against him. But he pushed the feeling aside. He was suppose to feel this. He was used to waking up alone in his bed. Not with the resident crazy chick.
He moved the sheets. Against the will of his body he got up from the bed. He didn't feel as much pain as he thought he would. He cursed himself when his mind started to decided it was the effect of being with AJ. He needed to wake up, he was delirious.
He got to his feet and headed to the front of the bus. A smile broke out on his face when he noticed Kofi on the couch, sleeping. If Punk could say one thing about the drinking his friends did, besides that it was a disgusting habit; it would be how he loved giving them hell the next day.
Profusely he started making noise. Getting out vegetables from the fridge, taking out the juicer-
"I fucking hate you." Kofi groaned.
Punk started laughing. He dropped to the seat at the table across from the couch. "You knew it was gonna happen when you decided to go out last night." He chuckled.
The dark skin man sunk further into the couch. Laying on his stomach hiding his eyes from the rising sun. "I'm gonna kill Zack."
"Oh you went with Zack. They you definitely should have known better." Punk's grinned widened for a moment. It faded away though, "Who drove?"
"Sheamus, he has to go to Smackdown so he didn't want to drink." Kofi answered. He knew that wasn't going to be Punk's only question. Anytime he went drinking without his road wife he always got interregated. So Kofi decided to change the subject, "You will not believe how drunk I felt...I still might be."
Punk chuckled some. Though he never cared to impair himself he still had some fun listening to Kofi and others tales of stupid drunken experiences. "What makes you say that?" He stood. He started making coffee knowing both of them could use the caffine.
"I screw I thought I saw AJ leaving." Kofi groaned. His head was still buried into the couch.
So he didn't see Punk's body stiffen or eyes widen. He forced a chuckle out in response. "Must be." Punk sat back down as the coffee maker worked on the pot. "Me and AJ are just friends." He said. Trying to reassure himself. The words still sounding like as lie as they rang through his mind.
"I know man. You've been saying that for the past months...Even after you made out with her on Smackdown. " Kofi responded with a chuckle of his own. A chuckle that quickly turned into a groaned.
Punk let out another laugh. Trying not to let the tiny brunette to weasel her way into his thoughts.
This was not fun for AJ. Daniel had told her they were gonna make a video of their wedding planning for later today on the Smackdown tapping. She had to force a smile and not roll her eyes for hours. She was still pissed with the man, but she didn't have any choice at the moment.
She had called Mr. McMahon just as John had suggested, but there had been no answer. Till then she would go along with whatever Daniel came up with. Which included her becoming the target for him once again. She had jumped on Kane's back to help save Daniel from the rage of the big red monster.
She locked eyes with the man. It wasn't the same blank look as before that looked angry to untrained eyes. This time she saw pity. She felt nauseous as she remembered it. Or maybe she was nauseous from the memory of having to kiss Daniel all those times.
Though getting to do the slap was kinda fun. She felt a little bad that it was Christian and not Daniel, but she needed to release the frustration that was building on something! She talked with Christian after. She told him how awesome it was to be on the 'Peep Show', making sure there were no ill-will between them.
In response he told her it was fine. Though he did ask what she was thinking. A question she couldn't even respond to, without almost breaking to tears so she didn't even try. He wished her luck. He gave a kiss to her forehead that Daniel watched.
She had to listen to him bitch for hours about it. "Daniel, shut up!" She snapped. She glared at him waiting for his mouth to close into that tight thin line. "Seriously why are you doing this?" She sighed rubbing her aching temples.
"AJ, I told you why. I love you." He stated the words as if they were common knowledge.
She wondered if he also thought everything on Wikipedia were true also. She rolled her eyes again. "Daniel, what happened with Brie?"
"Do not mention her!" He snapped. He was more pissed off than she had ever seen before. She remained silence as he calmed himself down after some deep breaths. "AJ, what will it take for you to believe me?"
AJ sighed. She could not deal with this. Daniel was obviously having issues from whatever happened with Brie. If AJ knew her number than she would give her a call. "Daniel, I need to go." AJ grabbed her bag. She had come to the show separately from him and luckily also had her own interviews that she needed to go to during the week.
She didn't look back as she left the room. Getting in her rental car she paused. Her mind wondering where Punk was. She wondered if she go to where ever he was. She pushed away the thoughts. She had no idea where he was and driving around in search of him was not the best option for her right now.
So she went straight to the hotel. Laying across the stiff mattress. She missed Punk's mattress. She missed Punk. She pulled out her phone deciding to distract herself by flipping through her twitter. She was a little confused with all the questions people were asking about squishy puffs and Punk.
A smile spread over her lips when she found the answer. " AJLee uses a squishy puff" was tweeted by Punk. She let out a small laugh. It turned to a small frown when she saw his next tweet. "I may buy WWEAJLee and WWEDanielBryan a #SquishyPuff for their little wedding."
She brushed it off as she looked at all the people asking how Punk would know that. Randomly she picked one to respond to. "Shower Cam?" She chuckled lightly. She wonder if Punk knew the indications when he posted that. Actually knowing him he probably did. They had been flirting with one another for almost the entire storyline through twitter, on-screen, off-screen, and basically anytime they were in a room together. But it had been going on long before then, just none of their fans knew. To the other divas and superstars it had become common. Some may have thought there was more going on, but none asked at least not to her.
Her mind drifting back to the memory of last night. The feel of Punk's had on her skin memorized by her body. She could already feel herself becoming hot. She rubbed her thighs together trying to calm her body, but that only made it worse. She whimpered in protest to her body. An idea sparked in her mind. Getting up from the bed she quickly grabbed the tap and a black marker from her bag.
Punk and Kofi were playing Mortal Combat.
Punk's lip was out in concentration over his lip ring. "No! No! No!" Punk cried as his fingers smashed the buttons haphazardly before dying. "Fuck!" He cried out listening to Kofi's laughter.
He glared over to Kofi's seat on the table. He was still laughing. "I frickin' hate you." Punk stated glaring darkly at the man. Though the words were essentially empty.
"What does that make it 17-to-2?" Kofi grinned at the champion. "You know I let you win those two right?"
Punk only groaned in response. Throwing his head back he starred at the ceiling on the bus debating in his head if he should demand another rematch. The buzzing of a vibration turned his head looking to the table where his phone rested next to Kofi. "Mine?" He asked.
"Yeah."
Punk reached out grabbing the device off the table. He unlocked the screen. His brow raised when he saw it was a text from AJ. Without a second thought his opened the message. His jaw dropped at the image. "Going to bed!" He said rushing to the back room.
He didn't even bother listening to Kofi's voice asking if he didn't want another rematch before shutting the cabin door. Resting his back against the door he took in the image on the screen.
Probably in a hotel room he could see AJ. She was standing in the image or kneeling. She was almost entirely bare. Her wrists wrapped in tape in similar fashion to him crossing over his chest, he could tell from underneath that she was not wearing a bra.
If that wasn't enough pressure on his groin...Scribbled across her toned tanned stomach, 'Straight-Edge'. It made him smile. But oh course when his eyes scanned down her body he felt the tightness in his crotch increase. A pair of white panties the only piece of clothing on her body. He could see the the small drawn out image of the Chicago star on the front.
He groaned looking at the image. "Why are you doing this to me?" He moaned.
The image disappeared under the alert of an incoming call. Just who he wanted to talk to. He accepted the call putting the phone to his ear. "You are trying to kill me?" He sighed with a small humor in his tone.
"So I'm guessing you liked it." She was amused.
"That was probably the hottest picture ever." Punk answered with a groan. "Like I said, are you trying to kill me?"
"I miss you." The statement sounded crazy, but that was nothing new coming from AJ. He couldn't blame her much since he had missed her some also. Probably obvious due to him mentioning her on twitter and even on his radio interview.
"I miss you too." He sighed in response. Running a hand over his temple. He shifted on his feet, he felt the hardness between his legs. "A lot." Punk groaned in addiction.
AJ's giggle resounded from the other side of the phone. "Glad you're as horny as I am."
His ears perked at her words. "You're horny?"
"Terribly. Maybe I'll just take a nice cold shower with my squishy puff." They both laughed at the comment. "People are thinking that you watch me in the shower."
"Hey! We were in my shower. That means you were spying on me, Ms. Lee." He disputed.
She chuckled in response, but frowned slightly. "I could be Mrs. Bryan soon." She wanted to cry at the sound of the name.
"Way to kill the mood." He tried to joke. "Gonna tell me why you were in bus after Raw?"
"This stupid engagement. Daniel tricked me. I thought it was just some improve for the storyline. But he's seriously lost his mind. The ring he gave me is real. I convince him to have the wedding on Raw 1000 cause I'm hoping I can talk to Mr. McMahon and he'll have some plot twist so I can get out of this." All her previous excited had dissipated. Her back resting against the head board. Still dressed in the attire she took the picture in as she looked at the room concentrating on the sound of Punk's voice.
"Tell me if he doesn't." Punk responded. In his mind already formulating a plan to save the diva from holy matrimony.
"I will...Goodnight Punk."
"Night AJ." Punk answered.
They both hung up. Punk stared at his phone the image from before on the screen. He tried to fight his body, "Goddamnit!" He cursed. Tossing the phone to the bed. He fumbled with the clasp of his jeans...
A/N: I did say there would be a break from the smex, but at least there are some little hints and images for you all.
Now next chapter is gonna be Raw 1000, obviously there are two obvious choices. I could have what happened or I could have Punk interrupt...Another option is another party interrupting. Now this isn't asking for a vote, but if you have an idea for what I'll do or should do then fire away. Hell if I like it enough I might go ahead and do it.