Ch29

I haven't been dancing in a long time. I've been busy training and traveling to do so. I frown out of frustration as I completely butcher the impromptu routine I put together an hour ago. "Aves I suck today? Tell me why I suck."

"Shut up! You're doing amaze balls." Avery has always joined me in my adventures in the dance studio, we met in Florida at our first try out for WWE. She wanted to be a my support at first but after she got her taste of the ring life, she didn't want to quit. She owes thanks to my partner, who no showed try out camp. Way later on, we found she was arrested during the time. "What song do you want me to play Honor?"

"Rock the Boat. Aaliyah."

"What kind of dancing do you plan to do to that song?" Dean asks looking between the both of us as he gets comfortable on the ground. I shake my head at him because he always seems right at home wherever he is.

"Put it on a loop please!" I say from the front of the room.

"I got you girl." She and Dean sit up against the mirrored perimeter of the room on the floor, both of them have their phones out. Aves I know for sure is watching (and recording) me improve my routine to the music. First I warm up with drill sessions and I do a little technical work to start then I go into freestyling the routine.

Boy, you know you make me float boy, you really get me high I feel like I'm on dope 'cause you serve me on a regular

Boy, you gotta stroke before drifting me deeper you're there now, hold me close Boy. Let's take this overboard now

I want you to rock the boat, rock the boat Rock the boat, rock the boat. Work the middle, work the middle, work the middle, work the middle.

Instead of following the lyrics indefinitely I decide to listen more so to the rhythm of the music. It lets me tune in on key words to put the dance into progression. From my view I can still see Avery along the wall with Dean as they quietly converse. I just really wanted them here because it feels like I'm actually performing.

Change positions, new positions new positions, new positions. Stroke it for me, stroke it for me stroke it for me, stroke it for me.

Ooh, baby, I love your stroke 'cause you, 'cause you get me to where I'm going. In a jury you'll get my vote 'Cause I believe, I believe you know just what you doing now.

Baby, now we can coast. Let's do it in a hurry that's too slow. Go ahead and put that thing in over drive.

I get so wrapped in the process of forming a small routine music barely noticing Punk has joined us. A soft smirk rests on his face along with lit amusement in his green eyes. He's casually leaning against the mirrors dressed like he himself was preparing for a run.

Stroke it for me, stroke it baby. Stroke it baby. Work it baby, work it baby stroke it, there is something I want you to do…

Ooh working in chest circles combined with hip circles will do fine in this part of the song.

I need you to use yourself like you never ever used it before to explore my body until you reach the shore you'll be calling, calling for more.

Aaliyah's voice fades away after she sings the chorus twice more and does a little harmonizing with the melody. To end my dance I decide to speed up my hip snaps into the vibration shimmy while facing the mirror. Breathlessly I drop posture and turn once again to face my small audience, "What'd you think guys?"

Both the men exchange a look with each other and Avery says pushing Deans arm from around her shoulders and coming up to me, "I actually loved it, you choose a good song! What was that thing you were doing with your stomach?"

"What you mean the flutter?" I flash a smile at her while sucking in my breath and holding it. I lift my chest slightly and contract and release my diaphragm muscle repeatedly. When I stop I giggle super embarrassed because her face is so close to my tummy.

"Yes that! Do it again!" so I do, this time she rests her hand on my stomach bursting into giggles right along with me when she squeaks at feeling the sensation.

"Well uh, that's a unique talent you got there…" Dean nods coolly. He makes eye contact with Punk whom is still only amused. He chuckles as Punk shakes his head at his friend.

"Umm thanks Dean." I nod.

"So dance studios…" he looks around, "is where you're always squirreling away to. I guess now you're done eh? Do I get to spend some time with you now?" Punk chuckles coming from behind the couple, hands shoved in his pockets. He drapes an arm around my shoulders and places a soft kiss on my temple.

"Yes. I'm sorry about earlier…" I wrap my sweaty arms around him and he takes a moment to study me.

"Don't be…it was petty and stupid. No means no." He gives me a small squeeze, "Belly dancing? That's your secret talent...? How long have you been doing that?" From the smirk on his face I can't tell if he's joking or seriously interested.

"Since I was sixteen. Wait…How long have I been in here?" I gasp disentangling myself from him then picking up my phone from the iPod dock. I've been in here for like two hours and I'm starving. "Fudge, I need food you guys."

"Let's go get something. My treat! Then you can tell me more about this…hobby" He glances over at the other couple next to us play fighting with each other. Dean has Avery upside down over his shoulder and she's fussing at him. This wouldn't be funny if it weren't normal.

"Though let's get you a shower first..." He playfully pretends that I stink. "I'm sorry for earlier."

"Like you said no need for apology but I'd feel a little better if Randy didn't appear in our arguments…" I poke the tip of his nose and he tries to dodge it; he hates when I do that.

"Oh really," Punk gives another of his classic sarcastic looks.

"Really."

Loosely we walk hand in hand as we head back to his bus, "I agree one hundred percent."

"I thought you would…" I smile waving bye at Dean and Avery as they catch us walking out.

"Yes. I'm not a hard guy to deal with," he says hoisting me up in a hug, "Now am I?"

I roll my eyes pulling open the big glass door, "No. You're pretty simple."