A/N: These chapters are really getting easier and easier to write. Even without any AJPunk goodness on Raw. Which is why I'm updating so early. I would have liked more reviews, but I really like this chapter, so I wanted to get it up.

Can I also state that there should have been AJPUNK! They had a perfect set up! She could have come at the beginning of the show! Punk could have argued with her some. Had some sexual tension again.
Anyway other than that I don't have many complaints. Punk's new hair cut is hot[though really he's hot no matter what]. The thing with Lawler was a little boring. And I don't hate Jerry, but during their match I was way more worried about Punk's bleeding than anything else.
Now Vickie...She obviously wasn't watching those little moments with Punk and AJ after she became GM cause she said no one was standing up to her. Punk has, just because they have so much sexual tension doesn't mean anything...
OK Punk is going further and further to the dark side it seems, but even if they are trying to make him heel. I don't think they're doing a good job of it. I still love him[So does AJ].

OK, if Raw 1000 hadn't sucked for the WWE Champion before it certainly did now.

Jerry Lawler's words, "I think CM Punk has just turned his back on the WWE Universe."

They haunted his mind.

He wanted a distraction. But the distraction he was looking for was alluding him somehow. He had already gotten his things together. His bag on his shoulder as he made a loop around the arena in search of her.

"Hey Punk!" He turned his head looking at the former diva. Her hair dyed red again just for her appearance. Wearing the sports bra top and cargo pants as she had years ago. Punk should be happy to see her, but now his mind was too enveloped on another diva.

"Hey Amy." He answered in response. He never called her Lita, at least not anymore. "Need something?"

"Just wanted to talk. You really made an impact out there." She commented. The negative cheers still going out in the arena mixed with the remaining loyal fans who were chanting his name.

"That is what going out there is all about. Making an impact or maybe you forgot that already?" It was a crude comment. A comment that if he was in a better mood would have never been said. She looked ready to slap him before walking off. He didn't follow after cause he knew she would brush it off later chalk it up to him being a Punk just as his name says he is.

Finally he found AJ sitting on the floor. Still adorned in her wedding gown eating Doritos. It was the cutest thing Punk had seen. Glad he had his phone he snapped the picture before she realized how he was standing not far away. Quickly slipping his phone away before she could know.

"Ms. Runaway Bride." He said as he walked up to her. At that time he did not realize how all the frustration he had that caused him to lash out at one of his best friends had just disappeared when she smiled up at him.

"Thank god. I am so ready to get out of here. I know the Champion is suppose to go last, but three hours is a really long wait." She complained easily standing to her feet.

"Yet you haven't changed your mind at all." Punk smirked. He wanted to believe that she was the one obsessed. That she was the one who needed this. Though he probably needed it as much and wanted it even more.

"Nope! I want to celebrate. Me becoming Raw GM and you finally getting what you deserve." She made that sickly sweet, crazy smile at him. Never failing to send shivers down her spine.

"At least someone liked it." He hated how depressed it sounded. He was though, depressed, frustrated, and just simply pissed off. A feeling that no matter how big he got that he would always be behind The Rock and behind Cena.

AJ cut that thinking out quickly with a flick to his nose. "Didn't I say celebrate? Now are you gonna get me out of this dress or do I have to find someone else to do it?"

Punk ignored the jealous pang in his gut. He lifted AJ's bag and threw it on the same shoulder as his own. Then with one arm he hoisted her up off the ground he basically carried her out to the parking lot.

As they went she giggled into his ear at first. Then she found another task as she made various kisses to his neck both light and hard in pressure. He almost dropped her when she hit a sweet spot.

"AJ, keep it up and we won't make it to the hotel." He said darkly. Both as a threat and as an honest truth.

"Good. Then I won't have to wait any longer." She fired right back before nipping at his lob.

Thankfully by then they had already made it to his rental where he dropped her down.

"Umm, don't you need to wait for Kofi?" She asked.

"He's staying with Truth tonight. Why second thoughts?" He questioned. It came off smug, but inside he was panicing. He didn't know what he would do if she walked away right now. He was already turned on to the point of no return. And maybe it was that same cockiness that made him say he was the best in the world or the straight-edge side of himself, but he did not lower himself to ring rats.

"Just checking." She said. She skipped around to the passenger side. Opening the door she had to climb into the large SUV. "Second thoughts,Punk?" She questioned noticing his pause. She came off just as smug as he had.

He didn't waste anymore time. Throwing their luggage into the back and climbing into the driver's seat. The wheel screeched against the pavement as he speed off. AJ was giggling profusely as he drove. He didn't bother asking why as he honked his horn at some old lady who decided it was safe to drive 20 miles below the speed limit.

It didn't take long to reach the hotel even with the delay of the old woman that Punk still cursed her existence. He could have been back in record time if that broad hadn't been there. His frustration was short livid as AJ coaxed her hands over his chest and ultimately coaxing his anger down as well.

"What floor?" She asked. Entering the elevator she was poised to press the button.

"7." He answered. Both of their bags on his shoulders he leaned against the wall of the small moveable room. He watched the doors close.

Once they did AJ was firmly against his side, pressing against him. Her hands gliding over his chest, arms, and the bulge in his pants. His head lightly banged against the wall as he dropped his head back.

The ding of the doors could have come soon enough. They were already open before Punk was getting off and AJ trailing along right behind him. They made it all the way down the hall before they found the room. Slipping the key card inside they were pathetic enough to maneuver wait for the green light before trying to open the door.

Punk threw the bags inside the room holding the door open with his foot. He had no idea what possessed his next action, but he lifted AJ up. Hooking her legs underneath one arm and her waist with the other. Side stepping his way into the room. She giggled as he shut the door with his foot. Walking over to the sole queen sized bed he dropped her down on it.

She let out one final chuckle before letting lust take over. She scooted to the edge of the bed. Throwing her legs over the side to grace the floor. Punk standing right in front of her watching in silent anticipation for her next action. She tugged his shirt giving a silent order for him to remove it. Whether he liked orders or not this was one he wasn't going to ignore.

While he stripped his top he could already feel her fingers hooking into his shorts and the ring gear he had left on. She tugged them down. His erection popping out from it's prison so suddenly that he think it might have been close to smacking against her face. She ignored it though as she continued to focus on stripping him of this gear. As she tugged down the material he could feel her finger fingers massaging against his thighs and calves.

He was awe struck. AJ was tending to him. He wasn't sure how right this was. He thought they would go on the bed like animals with clothes probably getting ripped in the process. No foreplay was really needed.

His gear and shorts made it to his ankles, but he still had his boots on. AJ stood with her hands on his chest she guided him down to wear she had sat while she kneeled on the floor in front of him. Removing the boots went fairing quickly as her fingers pulled at the strings. Finally free of all his attire he expected her to get up and allow him to do a similar treatment.

AJ had other plans. Her hands smoothing over his thighs as she leaned forward. Punk hissed with pleasure as her tongue darted out flicking over the tip of his hard on. His eyes closed tightly and head lilted to the ceiling he was long in how she moved her tongue over the sensitive member. Another groan dropping from his throat when she wrapped her mouth around him.

The voice of the voiceless became voiceless as her head bobbed up and down. Able to take his full presence into her mouth and partially down her throat. If he wasn't so engrossed in the sensation he might have been slightly bothered by this fact. He did know that if didn't stop her soon he was going to cum.

"AJ, you have to stop." He near pleaded with the woman. Though the real pleas were probably saying to continue. She must have heard those pleas because she didn't.

"Fuck!" He cursed sharply under his breath. His fists gripping the sheets as his fluid shot into her mouth. She pulled away. Punk looked down at her face right before she swallowed the substance. Just from that image he was already close to recovering from his last.

But it was time to get rid of the wedding dress he decided. Hoisting her up he looked at the complicated, at least to him, ties of the dress. "AJ, how much do you like this dress?" He asked somewhat hesitant as he placed his hands on her hips.

"Well it is cute and I like the style-"

"OK, let me be more specific." Punk said cutting her off. He didn't need a full exposea on the pros and cons of the gown. "Are you ever gonna want to wear this again?" He questioned.

"Hmmmmmm...No." She decided.

"Perfect." He smirked. Grabbing firmly onto the delicate matter he pulled them apart watching with pleasure as it ripped. He repeated a couple more times before watching as it dropped to the floor. When he looked up at AJ's face she seemed less amused with his action. "What?" He questioned.

"That dress was a lot of money!" She complained looking at the remnants.

Punk had to force his focus to argue back. She had no bra on. The pair of white panties she had were very familiar as the Chicago star drawing in black starred back at him. To say the least it was all fairly distracting. "Fine, next wedding you have I'll buy you a new dress." He said hoping she would let the argument drop.

"That and something else." She said.

"What?"

"Make me come." She whispered hotly into his ear.

Punk didn't need anymore direction. His hands took place at her hips again pulling onto his lap so she was straddling his waist. For the first time that night their lips connected. Punk finally felt at peace. Cena, Big Show, Rock, Jerry's words, they all disappeared with her lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist. He didn't want to let go of the comfort she provided.

Breaking apart he buried his head into her neck. Nipping in biting her flesh at he got high off on her taste, feel, scent, and voice. She moaned as her head flew back giving him further access. Her fingers driving into his shoulders as she arched her back. Her lace panties brushing against his hardening member.

He pulled back enough to bend down. Grasping her nipple with his teeth. He smirked as she hissed at the sudden pinch. His tongue lapped over the bud as he sucked the pointed flesh further into his mouth. Her breasts becoming more tender with his ministrations. Letting one arm off her waist he gave a tight pinch to the unattended bud of her other breast. This time she let out a moan.

Releasing her breast he hoisted them both up. Holding her in the air as he turned them around. Tossing her onto the mattress once again. This time crawling on top of her right after.

Their lips met again. Her hands ghosting over his rough beard and his gelled hair. His wandered down running over her thighs, requesting that she part them to give him access to the area. They parted neatly. He place of of knees between her legs pressing into her through the lace of her panties.

She grind against his legs accepting the attention, but still craving more as their tongues swirled together. His moved his leg aside as he grasped the last remaining barrier between him and her womanhood. He pulled them off her legs and tossed them aside. His fingers dipped inside her, swirling inside her body.

Her hips bucked against his hand. Trying to get his fingers further inside. He smiled knowing what she really wanted. Pulling out his fingers he positioned the tip of his erection at her hole. He pushed inside slowly. Savoring how her walls held him tightly.

He knew that neither were gonna be satisfied with the pace. He quickly pulled out and pushed in again. He would have thrust inside with the same speed, but her walls were tight making it difficult to insert himself. The pace continued to speed up. The only sounds make were moans and groans as they felt the pleasure of their connection. They came together collapsing against the bed.

Punk's arm draped over her waist. Nuzzling his face against her neck. Kissing the space behind her ear. Pulling her against his chest. "Forgiven?"

"Still have to buy me another dress." She said. "Lay on your stomach." She ordered starting to sit up.

"Wait a second. You aren't gonna do something weird right?" He asked paranoid at what the she may do.

She rolled her eyes, "I'm gonna give you a massage." She answered. She got up waiting for him to roll on his stomach. She threw her legs over his hips. Gently resting her body on his lower back. Her fingers pressed up and down his back feeling the tension and knots in his muscles. "For someone who just had awesome sex you are really tense." She teased.

"Oh so sex with me is awesome." He mused ignoring the rest of the comment.

"I meant more that sex with me is awesome, but that works also." She said. Her eyes focused on his shoulders as she kneaded his shoulders. "OK, question time! We go back and forth. If you don't want to answer then you have to give a kiss." She said making up the rules from the top of her her head. "You're first."

A/N: Yeah I skipped the match. Mostly cause we all know what happens there and wasn't gonna change anything to it.
So the lemon returned. I think it could have been better. It is getting a little harder with the lemons cause I don't want them all looking the same.
Next chapter there will be some fun back and forth with Punk and more.