A week till my favourite PPV, TLC, oh my god I love it and The Shield vs CM Punk, i could literally freak rn, guys hope you like this chapter, don't forget to review/fav or tell people about this story, hope you like this, a bit of a filler until Phoebe drops the bomb, shit shit shit D: hope it doesn't disappoint xoxoxoxoxo
Phoebe, Stephanie and the rest of the creative team had been working through the night, the Over The Limit pay-per-view event was nearing up and there was still a lot to have been done. Takeout had been ordered in and much to Phoebe's dismay; she seemed to have gradually grown closer towards the rest of the senior management and most members on the creative team that stayed overnight. She had grown particularly close to the new assistant writer that hovered behind the executives and staff while she silently took notes, Phoebe was immediately grown to her when she voluntarily decided to stay the night and fetched them all coffee and made creative suggestions.
Phoebe took it upon herself to make her feel more welcome, knowing how scary it can be working for such a huge company with very few nice people. Rebecca, or Becci who was originally from England had settled herself in New York where she previously worked behind the scenes as a PA for the ABC network for 3 years, she was still incredibly young just like Phoebe. She had barely been signed but she knew just by looking at her that Becci was strong willed and oozed with confidence, the complete opposite to her, another thing she admired.
The card had been written and the final Raw and Smackdown scripts had been finalised before Phoebe would take a flight out to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania where Raw was behind held the next day. Most of the superstars had already arrived and Phoebe couldn't wait to see Punk, she hadn't seen him since the night, knowing she would be seeing him then meant that she would soon have to meet Nick. She was feeling jittery, lack of sleep and numerous cups of coffee and cans of energy drinks made her agitated especially on the 6 hour flight, which to her felt like 12 hours. Eventually she leaned back when she saw the plane starting to slow down, she leaned forward and lifted the curtain to her window and saw the sun go down over the valley, with a cold bottle of water in her hand she admired how serene it looked. It was chilly outside but she was glad that she had finally arrived to her destination.
She took a drink from her water and slowly swallowed, tapping the mouth of the bottle slowly against her bottom lip. She has hoped his mind wouldn't still be all over the place when she arrived here but somehow last week's events still churned in her head, specifically one person, Phil Brooks. Who would've thought they would actually end up friends, let alone have sex with each other, to say she was shocked was an understatement, she couldn't believe it happened, she couldn't believe she wanted to do it again. It had taken all of her strength to not go back to Punk the morning after and not chase him to the airport. Maybe the space had done the both some good.
She felt the exhaustion in every part of her body as she weakly put on her glasses and wrapped her coat a little tighter feeling the cold bite her skin. People hurried past her while she slowly slumped her way to go collect her luggage, she couldn't wait to go home and slump into bed, hopefully hibernate for a good 2 days, as she began to make her way towards the exit she noticed the long line of people that held signs, most of them dressed as chauffeurs and a couple of parents waiting for other family members.
She was about to walk past when she noticed someone holding up a sign that had "Phoebe Walker" written in bold, black lettering. What the…Whoever this mystery person was, she had no idea, the sign was covering their face, however as she edged closer she noticed the word drug on their fingers, each letter tattooed onto the fingers. No way.
She stopped to stand in front of him and lowered the sign so that she could see the man behind it, he stood before her wearing his Chicago Cubs cap, unshaven, deep red eyes and an infectious smile that melted Phoebe's heart. He wore the CM Punk W2K13 hoodie along with his baggy jeans and Avengers shirt, Phoebe couldn't cope with how adorable he looked. Just as she was contemplating about giving him a kiss he surprised her by taking hold of her head and planting a soft kiss on the lips, the cool lipring giving her goosebumps instantly. She smiled shyly at him and the two silently they exited the airport, Punk had brought a rental and like a gentleman he put her bag in the trunk for her.
"You didn't have to pick me up."
"I know, but I wanted to."
"How've you been?"
"Surviving, tired, hungry. You?"
"Honestly … I haven't been able to stop thinking about last Friday."
Phoebe peaked up at him, she still had the bottle in her hand and Punk noticed she was trembling. He wondered whether she thought the same, what she thought of him, what she thought of the night they spent. Did she regret it? They hardly spoke the morning after, it went from physical to practically no communication, he pondered whether surprising her at the airport was a good idea. She seemed like she was happy to see him. She continued to stare at him until he heard her stomach rumble, that was when he turned on the engine and decided to find an IHop. She stared straight ahead and remained silent, her face was expressionless and it gave him no indication as to what she was thinking, she never gave anything away. Deep down he knew that she felt the same way, she wanted this but she just didn't show it.
He reached out and placed his hand on top of hers.
"Phoebe."
She shivered when he breathed her name, it was so sensual, what was happening to her? She sighed deeply and turned to look at him, she noticed that the car had stopped and that he had pulled up in front of the pancake house, she gave him a small smile thankful that he was so caring and sweet to her. Punk really surprised Phoebe every time.
"I don't know what to say Punk, what we did, it wasn't right."
"I know, which is why I ended things with April."
"What?"
Phoebe screwed her eyes shut forcing her tears back, why was he telling her this now? His grip tightened around her wrist causing her to look back at him, he noticed her watery eyes and took hold of her head in his hands.
"Don't stop this, don't shut me out. We need to talk about this."
"You ended things with April…"
"I had to tell her, I couldn't shut her out either. It just wouldn't have been fair"
"She knows that we - "
Punk nodded, confirming the answer she already knew. Phoebe let out a groan she let her head fall into her hands and wept silently as if it had truly sunk in that she had not only betrayed Nick but one of her only girl friends, April. Phoebe shuddered out of Punk's reach and recoiled away, curling her body is foetus position attempting to calm herself down.
"She hates me, no wonder she hasn't been returning my calls or texts, Punk she fucking hates me. I hate myself. Don't touch me, Punk, seriously."
"Don't do this to me Phoebe, don't push me away. I had to tell her, I had no choice, I couldn't go on pretending to be her boyfriend/ She deserved to know the truth."
Punk placed his hands on her shoulder, when she didn't shove them off he forced her to look at him. Her eyes were bloodshot and watery and 2 lines had formed from where her foundation ran off. Punk still admired her innocence and purity. She was flawless in his eyes and he hated how upset she was.
"You don't regret what we did, do you?" Punk whispered.
Phoebe looked up to him and slowly shook her head, she admired him and she hadn't stop thinking about that night. It was oerfect, he was perfect.
Punk lowered his face until his lips captured hers, his fingers raked through her long her as he breathed in the sweetness and lust that filled him. He moaned deep from his throat when he realised it had been too long since he had done this, how long he had been yearning to do this. He had been craving those lips for months, weeks, days and something within him expected that she would push him away and run. But instead she slipped her tongue into his, grabbing a fistful of hair. When they pulled apart their eyes met, and she was paralysed and in awe of how handsome he truly was, just like the moment she first set eyes on him. How intensely he gazed at her with admiration, a smile that reached his eyes.
"No. Not one bit. I just wish we did this right, without having to hurt other people in the process."
Punk nodded, "I know, you're right. But, I want you, Phoebe. I've wanted you for a long time. I want to take you out, I want to care for you and comfort you and tell you everything's going to be alright. I want to watch movies with you, I want to make love to you whenever I want and not have to feel guilty about it."
She felt the tears coming back and lowered her head, wondering how hurt April must be feeling.
"Punk…"
"Don't you want this too?"
Phoebe quickly wiped the tear that was threatening to fall on her jeans, unable to respond.
"I don't know what I want."
"You're lying."
Phoebe flashed a glare at him, "How do you know I'm lying?"
"You always do this thing, where you rub your nose when you're lying, I've noticed."
"When have I ever lied to you?"
"Like that time at the club when you said that you weren't jealous of me and April, and that you had no feelings for me and that you weren't trying to make me jealous by kissing Nick in front of me."
Phoebe groaned in embarrassment while Punk chuckled when her cheeks turned bright red, she couldn't believe she did that to get his attention, she couldn't believe it worked, she knew it had gotten Punk jealous regardless.
"On a serious note Phoebe, I was us to be together, I wanted us to be together and that's why I don't regret sleeping with you, and I know you don't either."
"What do you want me to do Phil?"
"Leave Nick. Leave him and tell him the truth."
"It'll break him, I can't. He'll hate me forever, he'll – "
"He'll get over it. You'll tell him the truth and even though he won't appreciate it at the time he will later in time. You need to tell him, just like ripping off a band aid."
"Just like ripping off a band aid? I can't tell someone I cheated on them, I just can't."
"Why not?"
"He's the only friend I've ever had here."
Punk's heart swelled, "Phoebe, you slept with me, and I didn't just have sex with you because I just wanted to have sex with you. I want to be with you and I know you want to be with me. You can't keep lying to him, you know that, right? Weren't you the one that forced Amy to tell me the truth when you saw her cheating on me?"
Phoebe's eyes widened in shock, while Punk chuckled darkly. "I'm over it, because I found a more beautiful, intelligent, stunning, strong, sassy woman whom I admire very much. You didn't want to intentionally hurt him and if he knows you he'll know how sorry you really are, and besides when you've told him you won't be all alone because I'll be here waiting for you. Every time."
Phoebe's mouth curled up into a watery smile as a single tear slid down, Punk's thumb skimmed the tear off and pressed his lips to her forehead.
"Trust your heart Phoebe." He placed his hand over her chest over her heart. "I've hurt you in the past and I know Nick is this perfect, bleached blonde, pearly white smile with a charming personality and I'm this crabby, lovable jerk, asshole, you know this but you know, you've changed me. I'm not trying to be corny but I like you, a lot. I don't just have sex with girls and forget about it, it was meaningful and I haven't stopped thinking about you ever since. I'm not just straight edge for nothing; I haven't stopped thinking about you since. I care about you and I just want you to be happy. I'm not a roses, chocolates or expensive gifts kinda guy, but I can guarantee you happiness and I will protect you and I will never hurt you again, not like I did before ever. I promise."
She stared at him, unable to comprehend the words that had just come out of his mouth, she couldn't believe this was the same Punk she had met a year ago, was he even the same Punk? He had changed, for the better, she still didn't know how to tell Nick, honestly she still didn't want to. But she wanted to be with Punk, she wanted to be Phil's girlfriend. Punk opened his mouth to speak until Phoebe caved in, she crashed her lips onto Punks, exhausted she breathed into him letting their tongues dance, suddenly everything had become clear. She knew what she wanted, and even though her stomach was rumbling with hunger and her head ached with guilt, but she knew what she wanted, Phil fucking Brooks.
"Phil."
"Phoebe."
She had very little strength to push him away, nonetheless she mumbled, "Not yet. Not until I've apologised and told Nick."
Punk could only nod, it made sense but he didn't like it. He only wanted her even more but there was nothing either of them could do, he was glad she had stopped crying and she knew what she actually wanted who she wanted to be with. She reached out to hold his hand and he squeezed it reassuringly. The car park was empty and as they made their way towards the pancake house they noticed that it was dead as well, the two of them slumped in a tiresome slumber, Punk could only hold and comfort her, assuring her that everything would be okay, which Phoebe appreciated. She thought about all the reasons Punk gave her that was supposed to persuade her to be with him rather than Nick, he hardly gave her any but something about him made her realise that Punk was exciting, he was a risk, and she enjoyed it. He promised her happiness and promise to never hurt her again, she knew what he was like, she knew that he had incredibly bad mood swings and was always crabby when it came down to surgery or torn ligaments, but he seemed to like her. He seemed to really want to be with her, which Phoebe couldn't comprehend.
Punk noticed Phoebe staring into space, her brain was churning and working in overload, swiping the cream from his pancakes he plopped some on the end of her nose to get her attention.
"Hey!"
Just as Phoebe was wipe it off Punk reached over and licked it off, his tongue and lip ring tickling her in the process, she giggled and he offered a quick, sloppy kiss, erupting another giggle from her.
"Punk, you continue to surprise me, every time."