A/N: Not the best update. I've kinda gotten consumed in writing Hostage. Also the Crash and Burn sequel is doing well.

SummerSlam Axxess...

Punk had managed to get here all avoiding AJ besides the on-screen moments that he couldn't avoid. As soon as the cameras were off he quickly left and she never followed.

He couldn't be left alone with her. He was trying to convince him that all they were doing was sex. That's how all their interactions since MITB had ended. So that's what it was. But his brain started mixing the physical and the emotional. Emotions he never wanted to have, but grew stronger ever moment he was near her.

His plan of avoidance was derailed for now. AJ was on the THQ panel, sitting to the other side of the stage. He hated how he could hardly tear his eyes away from her when she spoke. It was kinda cute watching her, she wasn't as experience with these sort of things and stumbled over her words a little more than the rest of the group. Yet she could pull things like giving Kane and keep a straight face.

Brodus made a light joke saying, "That was two years ago." A quip to her statement that she had been wanting to be in the WWE since she was 12. It was probably a mistake to laugh, but he did.

He was caught too. AJ pinning the comment on him. He looked around the room in wonder after she said his name, reminding him once again that she was now his boss. He feigned the look of a scolded child as he hung his head down. Of course Brodus didn't bother defending him in the on stage setting.

Punk smiled soon after and looked back at her as she finished what she wanted to say.

The panel went relatively well. They took a break for the moment so everyone could go to the bathroom. AJ scurried off quickly with Dolph following behind her.

Punk glared at Dolph's back. Punk had tried to get AJ's attention once, yep he really knew how to avoid people. But AJ ignored him and he ended having to speak to Dolph as some sort of middleman between them. He knew Tyson was giving him a curse look, hell everyone had given him curious looks so far.

Punk filed to the bathrooms like everyone else. It was more for him to get some moments of peace before he would be interviewed more. He just stood out in the hall. He looked over further down where Tyson, Steve, and Jim were all talking. He could just go over and join them for awhile...But he felt like he was waiting for something.

Sheamus was first out and went straight to Punk. "Hey there fella." Sheamus said.

"Hey." Punk responded slightly dejected.

"Ya know you've been acting sorta strange since AJ's first day." Sheamus commented.

Punk raised his looking at the man. He hadn't realized that he had been acting differently. He was only trying to avoid AJ that was all he had planned for. "How?"

"Maybe it's how your played out." The new voice of Dolph Ziggler joining in on their conversation. "That why you're going out and demanding respect Punk? Cause trust me you neither you, or this brute, deserve any respect." Dolph said.

Both Sheamus and Punk were glaring at arrogant and ego-ridden man.

"The person who deserves respect-"

"Is me." The sweet voice cut in. Her small body becoming a barrier for Dolph from the two Champions. "Gentlemen, you all have matches tomorrow. So I suggest you focus on those." She suggested coyly.

She looked a Dolph a smile on her face, "Ziggles, go find your grandma." She ordered shooing him away.

Dolph blinked for a second. He was mildly surprised at AJ's calm and forceful demeanor. Giving a last glance at the two men and AJ before staking off.

AJ's smile grew before looking at the two men. She didn't say a word only giving a smile before skipping off. She went straight to the group of men Punk and seen earlier.

Stone Cold was grinning from ear to ear putting his large arm around AJ's shoulder. "Now that's how you do it!" His voice echoing through the hall as he praised AJ for taking charge.

Punk and Sheamus holding looks of disbelieve as they watched AJ surrounded by the legends of the business.

Punk continued to stare. He didn't know why but he felt an overwhelming sense of pride. She was standing up for herself. She wasn't allowing the much larger and stronger men on the roster to intimdate her. He could feel his body churning with want for her. It had been so long since he had felt her body. And he was beginning to have withdrawns, Sheamus was right he was acting strange.

"OK! Let's not keep them waiting!" Jim Ross called out.

"Why not?" Steve questioned after as a joke. He was moving down the hall with Jim and Mike.

Sheamus patted Punk's shoulder before going on also. Dolph passed and so did Brodus, but where the hell was AJ.

Punk had not moved. He wanted to know where she had gone...Maybe she had already moved to interviews?

Punk turned his body about to go to the hall when two hands came behind him. Familiar delicate finger running around hips. "Why have you been avoiding me?" AJ questioned.

'Cause I might be in love with you.' The words rested on the tip of Punk's tongue. He could not say them though. He had been burned many times before for saying them. He had refused to let it happen again.

"AJ, we have to go." Punk sighed. His skin was getting chills from her touch. It wouldn't take much for Punk to say screw it...And then screw her right where they were standing.

"I wanna talk, Punk." Her voice slightly stronger and more demanding.

"After..." Punk said.

She slipped something into the back pocket of her jeans. "I'll be waiting." She walked off leaving him there alone.

He reached into his pocket see a key card of the hotel that everyone was staying in and small slip of paper with the numbers 807 scribbled across. He slipped them back inside the pocket. Adjusting his title onto his shoulder he went to deal with yet another interview.

He didn't even need the key card since AJ had opened the door before he could even pull out the card. She pulled him inside shut the door roughly. A loud bang sounding as it the hit frame and the automatic lock clicked into place.

"Why?" She questioned glaring at him.

Totally different from what he was expecting. He thought she would pounce him. Like some rabid animal. He hoped he wasn't showing his disappointment that she hadn't. "I've been busy-"

"Bull-shit." She said with out flatter catching his pathetic excuse and through it back in his face. "Tell me the truth." She said sternly, but still soft.

He didn't notice. He didn't notice the hurt in her tone or body language. He couldn't even look at her. She had freshly showered with her hair still damp around her shoulders. Wearing only a sports bra and small pair of shorts. Why she did she have to make this harder?

"Just what am I avoiding?" He questioned catching her image in the mirror of the bathroom that was next to the door.

"Me." She answered simply, more frustration adding into her tone.

"Yeah you, but what with you?" Punk questioned still unable to look at her.

"What do you mean?" Her frustration dropping for confusion.

"Are we just friends? Just friends who have sex? Is there anything more to it than that." Punk questioned. His eyes finally falling on her.

He could see her eyes flickering around as she process his words. She looked at a lose.

"Do you even know?"

A/N: I might be ending this in a few more chapters...