A/N: Early update and better one in my opinion. To make up for the hideous last update.

Shout out once again to Red Foxy, she provided some inspiration that brought on this chapter.

Punk walked down the hall. He was just gonna go to his locker room and leave. He hadn't even had a match, but he felt peeved. He didn't want to deal with anyone right now. Already have been cornered into an interview.

He was startled slightly when a hand darted out and pulled him inside a room. His back pushed against the door as it closed. He looked down seeing AJ's wide smile. Her eyes gleaming with lust. The feint click of the lock of the door clicking into place.

He opened his mouth to speak. It was quickly covered by hers. Her tongue darting inside his open mouth looking for his tongue. His tense shoulders relaxed at the taste of her mouth. How her body pressed against him. His mind going foggy.

He tossed his title to the side hearing a loud thud when the 30 pound object hit the ground. Her lips curling up ward as her arms wrapped around his neck. He tangled his fingers in her hair. He pushed back. Using his larger size and strength to push her back. They stopped the movement when they, or more so AJ, backed into the wooden desk.

Punk and AJ pulled apart both looking at the obstacle. At first they were both kinda pissed at the distraction. But a smile crossed both their lips as a similar thought ran through their minds. Tossing various items off the desk they cleared the space.

Punk's hands grasped AJ's hips lifting her up. He sat her down on the emptied desk top. He stepped between her open legs that were hanging off the edge. She giggled slightly as he rested his hands on her thighs. Leaning forward their lips locked together again. Her hands wandered underneath his t-shirt. Her fingers dragging across his skin.

Punk pushed her hair aside. He pulled back. He started stripping her of the blazer jacket and button up top. He let out a low growl when he saw the simple beige sports bra. He loved that she hadn't switched to wearing lingerie just because she didn't have matches. Before he could play with the two mounds he stripped himself of his own shirt.

Punk pulled the bra up just to free her breast. His hands kneaded into the tissue. She slid down. Laying her back across the wood surface. Her legs tied around his hips pulling him in closer. Their aroused organs rubbed against one another through the fabric of their clothing. "Punk." She moaned out her head falling back. Her neck bending across the other end of the desk.

Punk gently tugged her back up. Just enough so their lips could met again. He held her close as his lips attached to her neck. Her back arching into him. She let out a loud wordless moan.

Punk chuckled into her next. "If you keep that up people are gonna hear."

"Let them." She panted out. Her hands clasped his cheeks pulling him back to her face. Their lips latching onto one another. Craving the taste of the their mouth and so much more.

Punk had to force himself to part from her. His hands went down undoing the belt on her pants. He pulled back taking the pants down her legs, kicking them to the side. He went to his knees lightly kissing the inside of her thigh. Moving closer to her core. She whined with want. Her hand grasping onto his hair trying to urge him to pay attention to the needing area. That only made Punk move slower, tormenting her.

Roughly she tugged his hair. But he only chuckled. "Not a very patient woman." He mused.

"Punk I swear if you don-" Her threat was cut off with a loud moan. His hand had quickly pushed aside her panties and plunged two fingers in her tight hole. She went quiet only letting out gasps and moans as his fingers moved in and out of her body. Her hands gripping his shoulder for support. The tips of her fingers pressing into his skin.

"What were you gonna say?" Punk smirked. He stood straight again. His hand still pushing into her body. Her only answer another moan.

He pulled his fingers out. She whined in discomfort. He placed his fingers in her open mouth allowing her to taste her own juice. She eagerly sucked his fingers. Her tongue spiraling around the digits. He pulled his fingers out watching as AJ licked her lips.

Punk undid his own belt. He kept his eyes on her. Their gazes locked together as he dropped the jeans down pushing his boxers down as well. Her hands tried to reach out an touch the released member. He grabbed her wrist pinning it down on the table. She shot him a glare that he only returned with a smirk. Positioning himself at his entrance. He released her hand, both his hands cupping her rear.

He thrust his hips forward. Piercing her body. A long, loud moan rang through the room. Punk didn't wait long for their bodies to adjust before he was pumping in and out of her body. Her arms looped around his neck, her legs doing the same around his waist. Using his strength he lifted her body off the desk. He turned them around. Taking her up against the metal door.

She hissed as the cold metal touch her bare skin. The cold sensation sending a painful pleasure through her body. The metal's cold touch warmed easily with the heat of their bodies and the friction of their movement as Punk continued to push into her.

They could hear notice on the other side of the door, but neither paid attention to the voices. Both getting a small thrill from the possibilities of being caught.

AJ was standing to moan again, loud. "Pu-"

Punk caught off her saying his name. Though there was the thrill of getting caught he still didn't want to get caught. If they got caught this could be over. Both moaned into the other mouth as they climaxed. Pulling back slightly they panted. Giving one last chaste kiss before separating their bodies.

They dressed in silence. Both their mind overflown with pleasure to speak coherently.

Punk tugged his shirt over his head. He saw AJ trying to get the desk back into the orderly manner it had been before they knocked all the items off its surface. He went behind her. Kissing the nape of her neck. "See ya later boss." He whispered.

"Bye Punk." She whispered back turning her head she left a kiss on his cheek before trying to rid the room of any evidence of their actions.

He lifted the title from the couch. Tossing the weight onto his shoulder before opening the door. He opened the door looking down at his feet as he stepped out.

"Still hanging around Punk."

Punk eyes looked up looking at the smug smile of John Cena. His mind was panicking on how long the 'hero' had been standing there. But he was not gonna the boy scout one up him. "Problem John-boy?" Punk asked.

"Nope." John stated simply a small shake of his head. The smug smile on his face made Punk's gut churn.

"You wanna talk?" Punk questioned rolling his eyes slightly.

"Not really. Hair looks great." John said.

"OK, boy-scout I don't swing that way." Punk let out a small laugh.

"Oh don't worry I don't swing that way either." John said waving off his comment. "And I know you don't either."

Punk's gut dropped. His hand reached up to his hair. He felt the how the gelled and smoothed down hair hand been made a mess. His mind remembering how AJ had gripped at it. He smoothed it back down glaring at the smile John had.

Before Punk could come back with a retort AJ stepped out of the office. Her hair and attire back into the place it had been before. She looked startled for a moment when she noticed both of them standing out the door, but a smile over took her features quickly. "Hello Punk, John." She said looking to both of them.

"AJ or should I say boss. I never actually congratulated you on the promotion." John said.

"You've been busy." AJ said.

Punk was almost shocked to see the two hug. John whispered something into her ear that Punk couldn't hear before they separated.

"See you later, Champ." John said giving a relaxed salute to Punk before walking off.

Punk waited for John to go before looking at AJ. She was giving a wave to John's retreating form before turning to Punk. Her smile fell to confusion as she looked at his frown. "What was that?" Punk asked.

"John's a friend. Something wrong with that?" She questioned crossing her arms across her chest.

Punk swallowed a lump in his throat. He wanted to say yes. He didn't like how close they look. How they could showed their affection out in the open. He was jealous.

He didn't like the idea of it. He didn't want to be jealous. He couldn't be jealous. He couldn't even tell what kind of relationship he was in with her. Both proclaimed that they were only friends. But were having sex on a regular basis.

Was he the only one? He hated the idea of it. But AJ could be stringing him along. Or even more than just him. All with the cover of being 'just friends'.

The silence between them was becoming deafening.

AJ's smile returned. She stepped closer rising on her toes, "You're the only one. I promise." She whispered into his ear. Kissing the pulse of his neck beneath his ear. She pulled back a small sincere smile over her lips. "See you around, Phil." She said before turning and walking away from him.

A/N: Much better. Also a nice lemon for those of you who miss them.[I know I did]

Punk is starting to realize his own feelings. But does AJ feel the same?