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Punk jumped into the crowd after the match, Punk and Jericho made sure they put up a killer match – announce tables had been destroyed, flying elbow drop was perfectly executed, Walls of Jericho crushing Punk's back. Sweat had become a second skin to them and it had soaked the mat they wrestled on. Fire extinguisher foam had also been blasted in places, Phoebe's idea, Punk was adamant however it wasn't being used on him, and was glad as he saw bruises forming all over the veteran's face. There were chairs, broken kendo stick and Jericho's body lying sprawled in the middle of the ring. Punk reeked of sweat and his ribs throbbed violently, however he won and he just had one of the most exhilarating matches of his life. The feeling was indescribable, he just soaked it all in.
You awake? – Punk
Erm yeah? Who is this? – Phoebe
Shit, sorry it's Punk – Punk
Oh hey, yeah I'm awake, great match Punk, you and Chris were amazing! – Phoebe
Thanks, my body fucking hurts though – Punk
How you feeling, asides from the pain? – Phoebe
I'm doing okay, can't sleep though, what about you? – Punk
Ah yes, the rumours about the insomniac are true J You really should get some sleep, considering the night you just had, why aren't you out celebrating with everyone? – Phoebe
Love not sleeping, didn't you hear, I believe the rumours are that I'm Batman! Oh because it's not really my scene, not in the mood either tonight, why aren't you celebrating? – Punk
Why would I be celebrating? I don't know the people on the roster well enough, except Dolph and he's with his girlfriend. You're Batman? Beats Christian Bale to be honest ;) – Phoebe
What room are you in? – Punk
Erm, 724? Why do you want to know what room I'm in? – Phoebe
The replies had been almost instant however it had been at least 2 minutes since Punk had replied to this one, Phoebe tossed her phone onto the mountain of pillows and stretched the stiffness from her body. Sure she hadn't been wrestling but pay-per-view nights were tiring for everyone, she had been feeling incredibly tense in the hopes of tonight running as smoothly as possible. She was immediately startled when she heard a knock at the door, she checked the peephole before opening confused as to why Punk was stood sheepishly on the other side.
Opening the door, she raised an eyebrow, "Hey."
"Hi. Can I come in?"
"What are you doing here Punk?" Phoebe couldn't hold back the irritation from her voice as Punk walked in, unusually quiet.
"I wasn't disturbing you was I? I just assumed we could hang out, I thought neither of us were doing anything and I didn't think you wanted to be alone, I just acted upon impulse and I was bored out of my mind," Phoebe felt a pang of guilt and gave a small smile.
"Shut up, of course you can stay. I was getting pretty bored too. I just, I don't know, we've never really hung and I don't know you that well. Seriously though, why aren't you out celebrating. You should go out and have fun."
"No, I'm in too much pain to go out, I'm getting old. You've just been so incredibly nice considering - " Phoebe didn't like to be reminded, however she let him carry on, "I mean I figured we could hang out now, it's okay, I can just go I don't give a shit really, I don't know, like – I thought we could do something, I don't know, I was being stupid," Punk played with the hair, making his way back towards the door.
Phoebe smirked at him, "Don't be silly, we're friends, we can hang out, sorry for being so rude, sorry. You're cute, I know what you're into I mean, even though we never really talked I remember you making me get you certain comics when you were in too much pain to buy them yourself. I remember disturbing you half way through horror movies and when you used to block me out, with your music, you used to put it on so loud I could hear all the lyrics crystal clear."
Phoebe tried to laugh it off but Punk was still feeling increasingly uneasy, "Punk, it's okay."
"Okay? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Punk, don't make this harder than it already is, it was hard at first but people deal with pain differently, I look back at that shit and just laugh it off, it's just who I am, what I've always done. I'm sorry if that's made you feel uncomfortable." Punk stared at the floor, shuffling his feet.
"So I've got Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Shining and Halloween, you wanna pick or shall I?" Punk's eyes shot up to look at the DVD's displayed on her bed, confusion rippling inside of him. "You wanted to hang, we're both into horror, so come on?"
"Erm, Halloween sounds good." Punk replied still slightly flustered from the random notion to watch films, only hours ago he was just wrestling at a pay-per-view, now he was making himself comfortable on Phoebe's bed.
"Just what I was thinking," Phoebe replied with a smile.
A couple of minutes passed by as Phoebe set up the movie, fiddling with the DVD player, "I could really do with some popcorn," she sighed.
"I could go get some if you like?"
"No it's good, I bought like 20 packets, I can't watch a film without popcorn and I have a stack of DVD's with me, movies are how I pass the time whenever I'm on the road so…"
She made her way towards the bed and plopped herself on, extending her legs and propping the pillow so she had something soft to lean on, Punk sat inches away from her. She had to admit it, this was strange, different, but she was growing to like it. She had a sudden realisation of how much she had missed someone's company, Nick had been so busy and infatuated with Amy she just felt herself drifting apart from him it had almost come as a shock. However she quickly got over it, her new companion ship with Punk was the last thing she thought would ever happen yet here they were relaxed on their hotel bed ready to settle on a classic horror movie.
"Phoebe I know you hate talking about this, but you have to know that I wish I had started things differently with you. I underestimated you, and I just feel like such a bastard, I don't think I'll get over it. I just, I guess that's why I want to be your friend so much. I know I'm a jerk and an asshole but it was completely unjustified with you, you're just too fucking nice and I don't know how to go about it. Honestly, I'd normally just avoid you but you've helped me, a lot."
She had felt overwhelmed by his words and was ultimately touched, there wasn't a day that went by were Phoebe thought about Punk's harsh treatments towards her, "You've been through a lot this year Punk and so have I so I'd love a friend right now. I try all the time to forget about what had happened between us at first, because even though you were so mean, I knew it wasn't you. I saw how you were to the guys, to Kelly, AJ and Eve, you were just so nice. I thought there was something wrong with me, you know?"
"Stop, of course there wasn't. It was all me."
"Well we know that," Phoebe giggled, turning her attention to the film. "Punk, I'd like to forget about me even being your assistant, because we've progressed so much since last year, we're both at the top, I admire you as a wrestler, always have, always will. You're my friend, so don't fret about the past and focus on the now."
"Hope I didn't scare you when I texted you?" Punk smirked when he noticed Phoebe's phone.
"A head's up would've helped. Seriously though, you were fucking amazing tonight."
"Thanks Phoebe, your idea for the last minute sketch with Chaleen and Jericho was great, she loved it."
The two shared a smile before they truly got into the film, all tension and awkwardness seemed to have been eradicated, laughing and jumping whenever she got scared. Punk noticed how into horror's she was, considering she was a writer he was surprised to see she wasn't as critical, she enjoyed and appreciated the classics. They shared a bowl of salted popcorn while Punk slurped on a can of Pepsi, it was only natural.
"Is Halloween your favourite horror movie?" She spoke feeling slightly awkward when a sex scene had come on.
"Hell yeah! I used to sneak downstairs at night and me and my brother would put it on, really quiet and we'd sit and watch it in the dark, we were like 9 or something. You?"
"Nope, Texas Chainsaw Massacre," she grinned.
"They're bringing a new one out next year."
"I'm not so keen on remakes," Phoebe groaned, thinking to himself that he was exactly the same, it had to be an original or nothing at all.
"You and your brother huh? Is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"You've not spoken to him in like 10 years?" Phoebe watched Punk intently, hoping she hadn't struck a nerve. She noticed how his eyes grew wide with excitement when he had just told her about watching Halloween as a child.
"Longer than that probably, he screwed me over, you know. I don't forgive and forget that easily."
"I'm sorry."
"I don't want your pity, I believe everything happens for a reason, he probably would've held me back and I never would have gotten here you know? It taught me not to put so much faith into people."
Phoebe swallowed, knowing he was talking about Amy as well as his brother, from the corner of her eye she noticed the credits roll up. "What about you what's your story?"
"I don't have one, really."
"Bullshit."
"I'm serious, I mean I had a mom and dad and a brother, weren't close … at all. My brother and I only bonded over wrestling. It was strange like, it was like I didn't even feel like I belong in my own family. I'm pretty boring - I've been pretty much on my own my whole -" she stopped talking until she realised how deep she had gone into conversation and felt the sudden dull ache in her chest and remembered who she was talking to. Punk and her and become new acquaintances but she didn't want to break down her walls or give him any more reasons to think she was a loner, because it was the truth.
Punk gazed at her with intent hoping she'd carry on, he saw pain and anguish in her eyes as she lingered on the last word. "Phoebe, it's okay."
Brushing it off quickly, she stood and composed herself, "Up for another film?"
"We don't have to…"
"But I want too." She snapped, glaring at him. Punk was taken aback but wondered if Phoebe also had trust issues, and whether she had said any of this to Dolph in greater detail. She had her back turned towards him but felt his eyes boring into her. When she returned back to her bed, Punk's eyes were still on her.
"Remember when you said "promise me whenever you're feeling the worst, worse than you're feeling now, and you feel like doing something that you know that you shouldn't do or … or if you ever need to talk, vent anything, then call me or text. I'll listen to you" I want you to know that the same reciprocated."
She smiled, "You're sweet. This was the Punk I knew existed underneath all this "oh I'm an asshole that doesn't like anyone"."
"I am an asshole and I don't like anyone."
"Shut up," Phoebe giggled, she had chosen the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre, they had ordered in a pizza since they were starving, it had been a while since either of them had seen the film, the gore and the pints of blood nearly had their stomach's turning. To their disappointment the film had ended too sooner than they'd hoped. Punk wondered about what Phoebe had said earlier, the thought of her being alone for so long had been left imprinted in his brain and had concerned him.
"I better go, I probably won't but I should let you get some sleep, it is 2:30 am."
"They're all probably out partying still, the night is still young," Phoebe yawned, stretching her arms. "I was a bit sceptical about this evening, thanks for coming over."
"Thanks for having me, I'm glad you let me stay I would've felt like such a dumb fuck if you hadn't. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable earlier you can trust me you know."
"You're not the only one with trust issues you know." That got Punk thinking even more, he didn't think she was going to elaborate but saw the look of sadness in her smile.
"Goodnight Phoebe."
"Night Punk." She replied before closing the door. Phoebe strode towards the bed, tidying the pizza boxes and empty Pepsi cans, cursing herself as she still felt embarrassed about talking about her family. No one had ever asked, not even Nick, she had noticed Punk had gotten increasingly nosey with her and close, she didn't know how to feel about it if she was being perfectly honest. Only two people in her life had chosen to take an interest in her, it felt almost alien to her. She was the one that helped others, she was the one people asked advice from. What was Punk's game? Was he even playing a game?
Throughout the two films she felt incredibly comfortable, she had been craving company for so long, she suddenly felt grateful that Punk took the effort to come and visit her, considering he had just wrestled and then again the next day. She looked at the crumpled sheets that her and Punk had lazily lounged watching the two films. A smile grew on her face as she wrapped the duvet around her preparing for sleep, it still felt war, the smell of Punk drifting into her nostrils.
Punk wondered back into his room, after an intense and gruelling night it felt good to just chill and watch films, he hadn't had a relaxed night like that in ages, no talk about work just simple good fun watching films and eating pizza. It had brought a smile to Punk's face, and he instantly felt stupid. He had isolated himself from his friends for too long, the separation from Amy had caused him to snap at his friends who weren't taking any of his shit. Punk knew they eventually gave up on him and got bored from trying, no one had truly realised how hard the last couple of months had been. He knew it wasn't the case, but he felt like no one cared. Yet tonight Phoebe confirmed that this wasn't the case, he was willing to forget everything that had happened and just learn to enjoy himself again.
The night had passed and the pain had gotten increasingly worse, especially in his knees and lower back region, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and just about managed to roll out of bed. Remembering the highlights of last night had got him grinning and he felt good about ending the night in that way. He dragged himself into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror examining the bruises from last night. He ran a hand over his face feeling his stubble growing back again, he hated shaving it and wished sometimes he could just do a Daniel Bryan. He studied his reflection in the mirror, noticing some weight loss around his midsection. He had been on countless juice fasts and turned vegetarian, added more cardio to his workout, hoping to lose a couple of pounds. Punk foolishly thought that it was his appearance that had resulted to Amy cheating on him, that explained partly why he decided on taking extra care for himself. He eventually realised that was fucking stupid, anger still surged through his veins whenever he thought about her. I should be over her by now.
Turning his attention back to the mirror, he had really hoped to have done better than this; realising the baby fat on his stomach. It just wasn't worth it, he grumbled to himself. He had even limited himself to one slice of pizza last night, considering he had hardly eaten at all. Sighing, his eyes trailed up towards his hair, tuffs of it sticking out in random places, he contemplated on whether it needed shaving or not.
Stripping down his shorts he jumped into the shower, the warm water cascading over him, he felt the stiffness ease off slightly. He grabbed the shampoo bottle and splurged some into his hair, quickly he lathered and felt more awake as the smell reached his nostrils. After scrubbing himself he washed the shampoo from out of his hair and stepped out, wrapping a towel around himself. He already felt his body growing worse in pain as he remembering that he would most likely have to wrestle tonight.
Just as he was about to change, someone had rang the doorbell to his hotel room, he strode towards it confused as to who was awake at 7:00am, everyone he knew was sleeping off the alcohol or just probably still drunk. Furrowing his eyebrows he flung the door open seeing Phoebe awkwardly waiting.
There were no words and she felt her mouth dry up and she took in the sight, his tattoos were even more prominent and water droplets had speckled his skin, and he smelt so good. His wear was pretty wet but every inch of him oozed sex and, the towel that rode loosely on his hips had done it for her. She had no idea what had come over her, she pushed Punk aggressively into the room slamming the door behind her. She savagely attacked his lips, tasting fresh toothpaste on his tongue. She ripped the towel off his body and admired his length poking at her inner thigh. All the breath in her throat had gone and she admired his physique, his thighs were her favourite part of him. She wanted to grab them, kiss, trace her tongue all over that area. She moaned in appreciation and ran her hands all over his skin, warm and soft from the shower he had just took. Punk loved the way her hands felt on him, it was killing him that she wasn't touching his arousal. Instantaneously he flipped her over so he was on top, her eyes grew wide as he licked his lips, feasting his eyes upon the petite girl that was sprawled on his bed, he was going to devour her. His lips reached hers one again, this time his tongue caressed hers slowly and painfully. He made sure he tasted her well enough, he would rather kiss her forever than breath he was in awe of her.
He eventually let go and the two both felt there lips tingling in delight, it was his turn for him to explore her light olive toned skin, his touch so gentle Phoebe pushed her hips, circling them around him, the tip already moist from pre-cum. She had grown hot and was yearning for Punk to touch her there. He trailed a line of wet kisses along her jawline, his hand rested on her slender stomach. Goosebumps rising from every touch, every hot shaky breath.
"Punk –" He knew what she wanted and he had her waiting, his fingers playfully tiptoed to the bottom of her jeans and unbuttoned them, she shivered as he attacked her neck, nipping and sucking, taking it bare into his teeth, his other hand, palming and massaging her breast. He slowly slid down the fly, so slow she cried out in frustration, he swatted her hand away when she went down to do it herself, the zipper had reached the end and Punk took notice of small bit of a material that he could see not bothering to shimmy herself out of the jeans Punk's hand slid inside, feeling the moisture all over his fingers. He grinned at her reaction, her eyes crewed shut, her mouth open wide he knew he could slip in his cock at any moment. His fingers slowly circled and she grabbed the sheets beneath her, knuckles growing white Phoebe felt herself so close, he quickened his pace and Phoebe felt intense sensations taking over her body. Punk cooed and urged her, cum for my baby, cum.
He watched her with an intense, seductive gaze, her teeth bit into her swollen pink lips, he had never seen something more sexy in his life. Eventually Punk felt the walls tighten, Phoebe's breath had become low and shaky instead of quiet little whines, a tremor ran through her body and she gasped, arching her back. Punk's fingers were covered in her cum and Phoebe still wasn't done. The passion inside of her only grew and she felt like her heart pace quicken as she looked deeply into Punk's hazel green eyes. This wasn't just lust, it was –
"Phoebe?"
She leaned against the doorframe, her whole body gave way, her legs had given up on her, luckily Punk caught Phoebe as she stumbled into his arms.
"Phoebe are you okay, you look like you're thinking about something?" she looked around the room realising she had just imagined her steamy daydream. Embarrassed she slowly composed herself, straightening her blouse, she cleared her throat, clearing her mind of any sexual desires that ran through her mind.
"I'm fine," she squeaked, her face had grown hot, she literally wanted to rip the towel away from Punk's waist but decided to step from out of his embrace. What the fuck was that, Phoebe thought. When she turned back around to face him he had thrown on a Ramones shirt, she heaved a sigh, thankful he didn't have powers to read minds.
"You wanna tell me what you're doing here?"
"Yeah erm, I was wondering if you want to, erm – me and you want to get, mhm coffee?"
"Sure, let me just go put on some pants…" Punk raised an eyebrow at her, while he let the room Phoebe groaned in exasperation, she was completely taken aback what ahd just gone on in her head, sure Punk was hot but, seriously, what the fuck? She hadn't been with anyone since him and Punk was still clearly getting over Amy, why was she even considering this, she though bitterly. Her hands were still shaking, maybe it really had been too long –
"Come on," Punk grabbed his wallet and room card key, he eyed Phoebe curiously as she silently got up and followed him out the door.
He wasn't blind, he noticed the way Phoebe admired him, it almost made him glad he never put a shirt on before he answered the door – he wanted so badly to know what she was thinking to have gotten her so hot and bothered, a smile stretched across his face, it was him that had gotten her like that.
"What are you smiling about?"
"Nothing." Punk smiled at her, inching closer as the two of them stepped into the elevator.