A/N: Not the best chapter, but not too bad.
OK, still not sure what Creative is doing with Punk. Rumors have been spreading that after Night of Champions there will be some more happenings between him and AJ. All rumors, but I can say if they don't pick anything up then AJPunk is official dead for on-screen action. Thanks to twitter we can still see there little flirts.
Punk chuckled beneath her at the little game she wanted to play. "If were doing this then you need to let me turn over." He said attempting to turn his body. He paused not wanting to make her fall.
"Why?" She asked even as she lifted herself up enough for him to flip onto his back before settling down on top of him.
"Need to make sure you don't lie to me." He chuckled at her pout. It was somewhat insulting, but it was true. He never knew what was going through her head. "This also makes it easier for you to tell if I'm lying. Also that little kiss thing is easier when we're facing each other."
Her pout disappeared into a flirty smirk. "I never said it had to be on the lips."
"I think I'm gonna like this game." Punk confessed. "OK, just how in the world did you get the job as the General Manager of Raw?"
"Oh, it was awesome. First, I was still kinda freaking out so I found Vince. I thought I was gonna need to plead my case or something, but he immediately said that he needed to talk with me about how the wedding would be interrupted." AJ explained bouncing lightly in excitement. The moisture between her legs rubbing against his stomach making it harder for him to concentrate on her story.
"Then he found me after the opening with DX, Triple H came also. They gave me some options of what could happen. First they said I could have Kane or you show up. Next was I tell Daniel off and leave him at the alter. But then they said if I was willing then I could become the new General Manager of Raw. I had to think about for a bit, but it seemed like the best option for me." She explained. "My turn!"
"Shoot." He folded his arms beneath his head.
"Did you really plan on coming back after you left with the title?" She questioned. She wasn't even looking him in the eyes. Rather down at his chest.
He took in a deep breath. "Hell no. I had planned to leave and never come back. I didn't even plan to do any of that stuff with John, but they told me I could...Though I didn't exactly do what they thought. I realized what an impact was made. I know the fans were listening, but apparently not everyone in the back did. So once I saw Cena was getting the title again I got pissed off enough to come back. Hunter was already trying to get me back, so it wasn't hard."
"Do you and John hate each other?" She asked.
"No, no, no. You get one question, my turn now." He scolded. "Who's better at kissing me, Daniel or Kane?" He questioned.
"I believe this is the 4th time someone has asked me that question." AJ sighed. She rolled over to cuddle against his side. Her leg draped over his waist.
"Well maybe if you answered it then people wouldn't keep asking." Punk teased wrapping his arm around her waist.
"Maybe." She said. Her hand touched his cheek guiding his head to turn to her. Her lips met his in a kiss. It wasn't sort or chaste like the one before. This one had a lot more tongue. When she pulled back he was slightly disappointed.
"OK, Now I get my question. Do you and John hate each other?" She asked.
"I can't say hate. We get along OK, but we aren't friends. We're a bit of rivals, we're both on a high level in our wrestling and in the company that even if we're not against each other we are still trying to out do the other." Punk explained. "Now I wonder why you care?"
"Well you've helped me a lot even before the storyline. And so has John...I just-I don't know." AJ sighed. "You probably aren't gonna want to answer this, but have you ever been in love?"
Punk paused. Any other time he would have said he didn't know. Yes he had thought he was in love plenty of times, Maria, Kelly, Lita, and even Beth. But obviously he was wrong since those relationships all crashed and burned. How he might have just answered that way, but what stopped him was he didn't know what this was with AJ. He knew he had feeling for her. During the storyline he felt stronger when he was defending her, it was empowering. Each kiss to his cheek and her wishing him luck made him feel he could win even more than before. "I think I might be..." He muttered looking up at the white ceiling.
Once again she pressed her lips to his. This time they didn't pull apart.
Punk didn't know if this was her own way of saying she felt the same or if she was trying to change the subject. Just like all the times before he knew he should stop it, but he never wanted to. She rolled back over on top of him. Her hand felt for his erection already twitching with anticipation when her finger tips felt him.
She gently wrapped her hand around his member. Lifting her hips she positioned herself to lower her body on the shaft slowly as it pierced her body. She tossed her hair back. Wiggling her hips she found a comfortable position. Raising her hips and lowering them at the quickest pace she could muster.
Punk pushed his hips up in response. Pushing further into her. A wicked grin went across his face as she screamed out his name. The first time she had done it without hitting her orgasm. Her upper body fell forward. Her hands placed on both sides of his head, keeping her from falling against him. Her hair cascade around her face. Panting as she rocked her hips in motion with his bucking hips.
Punk's eyes concentrated on her face. Her eyes closed in concentration, biting her lip to keep her voice at bay. She was gorgeous.
Her eyes opened slightly. Their eyes locked. She leaned down kissing his lips. His wrapped his hands in her hair keeping her against his lips. Her hips slowed as her concentration went to their kiss. His hips continued to move. She whimpered into his mouth. Her body trembling.
She was close. Separating their lips the previously set pace returned. With one hard thrust into her body they both came. His fluid filled her core.
She collapsed against his chest. His arms wrapped around her as she rested against his chest. Both falling asleep in the comfort of one another presence.
"Punk! Open the damn door! Punk!" The yelling and banging from the other side of the door refused to leave. No matter how much Punk tried to ignore it for the warm body next to him. The body of a person who didn't seemed to be disturbed by the sounds.
"SHUT UP!" He yelled to the door. He pulled the small body closer and buried is head into the silky brown hair.
"GET OFF YOUR ASS!" The person screamed back banging harder against the door.
Punk groaned. He got up sadly slipping away from the woman. He snatched his pants from the floor slipping them on before going to the door. He groaned even further at the sight of Vince, Hunter, and John on the other side. "This couldn't wait till later?" Punk questioned.
"No, due to the way the match ended on Raw 1000 you and John will be feuding." Vince informed.
"And what about Big Show?" Punk asked stepping into the hall, but making sure to leave to door open slightly. "And AJ? I mean I have fought with every GM since my return, why should AJ be any different." Even as he spoke he knew it was an excuse. He knew he was only hoping to have her involved was so he could be around her more.
"AJ will have her job to tend to. And I will talk to her personally about what she's gonna get involved with." Vince explained.
"So something we don't need to know." Punk affirmed.
"Damn straight."Vince responded sternly. "Big Show, with that stupid contract we don't have much control on his actions. He may argue for a title shot and considering to how he threw you around he just might get one."
"So keep my eyes open." Punk rolled his eyes and sighed. "Still not seeing how this couldn't have waited."
"Well we were looking for AJ since she wasn't in her room. John said he thought he saw you two together after the show ended." Hunter explained.
Punk held himself back from glaring at the boy scout. He did however glance back inside his room. As far as he knew AJ was still fast asleep. He could have said that she was with him, but know Vince that would probably cause some sort of hissy fit and a lecture about how it was good or bad for business, mostly bad. He didn't however notice John seeing the quick gaze he made back inside the room. "No idea. Did see her after the show, but we come here together." He lied smoothly.
"Where could that girl have gone?" Vince sighed.
"Maybe she's just sleeping. Like other people." Punk hinted coldly to the Chairman.
"Go back to bed Punk. Just don't be late for anything." Vince ordered before walking off with Triple H.
John stayed back with Punk. Both men waiting for the men to be out of listening distance.
"She's in there isn't she?" John asked smugly smirking at Punk.
"Don't know what you're talking about John boy." Punk crossed his arms over his chest smirking at the taller man.
"OK, Punk." John rolled his eyes and stifled a laugh, obviously not believing Punk's statement. "Don't feel too bad when I take the title." John joked before walking away.
"I think you mean, don't rub in your face when I keep it." Punk called back. Shaking his head he chuckled slightly as he stepped back into the room. AJ awake and sitting up. The thin white sheet covering her body. She seemed distressed. "What?" He asked.
"I think I made a mistake. My career has gone wild these past months. I got the action figure, I'm gonna be in WWE 13, and now I'm a GM." She said taking in deep breaths.
"Long way from getting kicked off of NXT. Hell long way from getting 'dumped' on national television." Punk joked. He could see she was not amused as she continued to almost hyperventilate. "Look, all you need to do is make matches. Do things that haven't been done. And this might come to haunt me, but don't play favorites. Don't give anyone title shots just cause you like them or they suck up."
AJ seemed to take his words to heart as her breaths calmed and she looked at his face. "What if someone pisses me off?" She asked with a mischievous smile.
"Then make sure they get what they deserve." He answered giving a wicked grin to her. He place a chaste kiss to her lips before they both settled back against the bed. Both resting up before they had to spend hours traveling to the next city.
A/N: Not exactly what I envisioned, but I kinda like it. Since AJ and Punk still don't have that definition for their relationship. John has his suspicions for SummerSlam.
Tell me what you all think? Also any of my fellow AJPunk writers have ideas for me then I don't mind hearing them. In fact they are welcomed.
[Other notes, check out my other AJPunk stories, 'Crash and Burn' , 'Mind of a Crazy Chick', 'Talking is OverRated'. Last, but not least a collab I'm doing with UnbelievinglyRandom, 'Think Twice' It's under their account so check it out! [YAY FOR PLUGS!]