A/N: One crappy update and I'm filled with inspiration XD Part is from the reviews I got, so shout outs to everyone who reviewed last time, UnbelievinglyRandom, Guest, Guest[2],Pinayprincesa, PeaceLoveMuzic, Red Foxy, and RandomStories203.

Also worst RAW ending ever! For my time as a fan at least. So pissed off!

More time passed.

Now Punk didn't need to make effort to avoid AJ since she was doing the work for him.

That night before the Summer Slam pay-per-view still haunted his mind. He hadn't waited to hear her answer. He walked away fearing what the answer would be. He had berated and cursed at himself a lot for it. He cowardly walked away. Not taking the risk of saying what he wanted, what he felt.

He stared out of the window of the car. He was in his home town. He had taken a "day off". All apart of the current image they were pushing him on. Still he should be happy. But in his mind he could only see the lost and scared expression on her face when he walked away from her. It could have just been acting for the moment, but sight still made his stomach churn with guilt.

"Turn the car around." Punk said speaking for the first time since they had left the arena.

"Punk, we still have at least another hour. Didn't you want to get something to eat?" Paul asked. Glancing only for a second at Punk's dejected appearance. "Is this about AJ?" Not failing to notice how Punk's body stiffened. "I will never understand what Vince was think when he put a child like her in charge."

"Paul...Don't ever say anything like that again." Punk hissed out clenching his fist to came an unsettling rage that was was stirring in his body. If anyone else had said that he would firmly punch them in throat without a second thought.

"OK, OK." Paul sounded. Knowing he had crossed a line from Punk's tone. "I'll turn around." Paul said making a u-turn at the next light.

Returning to the arena Punk went straight to AJ's office waiting for her. He didn't even knew where Paul went and he didn't entirely care. He watched the private monitor as AJ threw the mic to the mat, the object bouncing up to be only a foot shorter than her height before plummeting back down. Then throwing the chair from the ring it landed not far from the ramp. Very impressive in some sense.

Her break down in the center of the ring made him shutter with how real it seemed. She left the arena and she would probably be coming back to her office. He waited with nervous anticipation for her arrival.

Sure enough he was right. She came storming into the room slamming the door shut. She let out a growl. He was almost glad she had not seen him. The fear she would actually claw his eyes out very real.

He stiffened when her pacing stopped and she turned her eyes to him. He was amazed at how they softened. She hurried right over to him. Her body close, but she seemed hesitant to actually touch him. Keeping her hands that had wanted to reach out tight against her chest. "You came back." She said looking anywhere but into his eyes.

"Yeah." He said.

Her nervousness seemed to fade with the simple answer. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Her body pressed into his own. He couldn't tell if she was crying in relieve or just crying out her frustration as she buried her face against his neck. He looped his arms around her waist. Just holding her as she let out all the tears.

He sat them on the couch, AJ sitting lightly onto of his lap. Soothingly he began to run a hand through her hair. Tangling his fingers in the straightened brown hair. Inhaling the smelling of her skin he was beginning to lose his senses.

Her body wriggled in his lap. He became aware of the arousal that was building in his loins. She seemed to notice as well as she purposefully pressed against it with just a enough pressure to cause him a painful twitch of arousal.

"AJ." He hissed. Though the venom of tone was not there as it had been with Paul earlier. "We shouldn't be doing this." He said. The tone of his voice didn't make the words convincing at all as he bit back the moan he wanted to release.

"Just one more time...Please Punk." AJ pleaded. Her lips beginning to kiss and suck at his neck. "Then we can just be friends after. Just one more time." Her voice was soft. The sound of her sadness Punk took for the previous tears she had shed.

Without any other option of at least not any that he cared to come up with. "OK." He conceded without argument. He tugged her hair gently pulling her lips from his neck and allowing him to kiss her with his own lips.

She moaned against his mouth. Her body writhing as she moved her position to straddle his hips as he sat on the couch. His fingers wasted no time tugging at the bottom of her blouse. Their lips detaching long enough for him to pull the top over her head.

His lips touch her collarbone. Smirking lightly with how her body shuddered. His fingers trailed lightly over her skin. Teasing her nerves. Her body arching into his chest. He kissed the space between her breasts. She trembled in his arms. If this was going to be the last time then he was going to make sure it was the best.

He unclasped her bra easily. Pulling it off they tossed it away to land somewhere in the room. Punk took her lips again. One of his hand securely around her waist keeping her steady on his lap while the other played with her bare breasts.

Punk pinched her nipple with some force. Her head pulled back moaning loudly into the room. "Shouldn't you be quiet, someone might here you know." Punk teased kissing the base of her neck.

"Shut up. It's your fault." She argued back weakly.

Punk chuckled lightly. His hand roamed down feeling at her womanhood through the slacks she was wearing. She gasped with her body falling against him. Her hands gripping his shoulders. Fingertips pressing into his skin with near painful force. He chuckled at her weakened state.

AJ didn't take too kindly to that as her hand roamed to the pulsing bulge in his pants. Sucking in a sharp breath as her hand grazed over the spot between his legs. "AJ." He spoke softly.

They pulled back from one another stripping themselves of their lower clothing and Punk taking off his shirt that was still on his body. They laid down on the floor rather than going back on the leather couch.

Punk knelled between her open legs. His eyes and fingers inspecting her wet center. She wiggled her hips in impatience. "AJ." He sighed. He was just a impatient, but taking this too quickly was not an option in his mind.

He lowered his head to the floor between her legs. He lapped at the wet arousal. AJ let out a primal scream as the sensations traveling through her body. "Punk!" She cried. Her hips buck up towards him. She wanted more, but it wasn't time just yet.

He pulled back, licking his lips. Her lower mouth was almost salivating from his ministrations. He could hear AJ's pants as she tried to regain some sense. He moved on his hands and knees as he held his frame over her body. His lips leaning down, giving a light kiss to her lips. "Ready?" He asked kindly.

She could only nod in response.

Punk smiled.

Relishing in the sensation he slid his member into her core. His inner shaft inside her body. He held it there memorizing the slick feel of the tight muscles. Slowly sliding up of her before roughly plunging back inside.

AJ crying out with each new penetration. "Phil!"

Punk eyes widened slightly, chills going down his spine. He never was a fan of people calling him by his legal name, but when she said it he only felt an overwhelming sense of want...The want to hear it again.

His rhythm increased. He looked down on her body as it rubbed on the unforgiving carpet. Gently lifting her back off the carpet he turned their bodies. Laying his own back over the carpet.

AJ moaning with the change of position. Her hips beginning to move above him in her own pace.

Punk could feel his release coming, "April." He called out in warning knowing he wouldn't last much longer.

Either she didn't understand or she was just as close as he was. Her hips started quickening in pace. He guessed the later and start bucking his own hips up meeting her. With a few more thrust they both hit climax. Their muscle convulsed with their orgasms. The pleasure running through their body emptying their minds.

Slowly the took deep breaths trying to regain their sense of self. Detaching them selves from the other they moved to get their clothing back into place. They both still had work to do that night.

Punk was dressed first, his loose fitting jeans and t-shirt back on his body. The high of their moment not as ferfilling know it would not happen again. She look exhausted and defeated. She didn't look happy and neither did he. Even though they should me.

Punk stepped over his hands grabbing the sides of her face. He pushed lips against hers. His fingers running into her hair. Her hands running over his face and scalp. Their last kiss.

They were forced to pull apart by their need of air.

"Just friends?" She asked hopeful as she put her hand over his.

"Friends, always." Punk assured. Another kiss to her forehead letting his lips linger on her skin. He knew if he kissed her lips again they would never be able to remain friends.

Too bad their friendship was already in the process of being tested...

A/N: IT ISN'T OVER! Don't kill me! AJPunk is still end game, but there are more bumps in the road!