i'm baAack! This is going to be incredibly short, I have literally not had time to write any fanfic, I've had mocks all week and decided I need to stay offline for a while and focus on revision, I apologize in advance if this is too short or too shit or whatever, I wanted to give you guys something so here it is, whatever it is, some filler i don't know xoxoxoox
"Do you two ladies wanna tell me what the hell that was out there?"
Silence.
"Do you know how sacred that area is? Does the guerrilla position mean anything to you two?"
Silence.
Vince McMahon slammed his heavy fist on the table.
"All I wanna know is why one of my divas and one of my Head Writers were having a scrap after our Main Event match."
Bolton women had their heads hung in shame, Phoebe and April sat in uncomfortable silence neither of them looking directly at Vince McMahon, fearing what they didn't know. April couldn't stand the humiliation if she told the truth and Phoebe wasn't ready to tell the world about her secret relationship with the WWE Champion – knowing full well that all the talent had their ears pressed to the door of Vince McMahon's office, wanting every bit of gossip they could get. Phoebe could feel April's gaze burning a hole into her head, it was unsettling and unnerving and all she wanted to do was get out of here.
Silence.
"Right then. You leave me no choice, April you're suspended for 2 months."
Stephanie and Paul groaned.
"Dad, let me take this."
Stephanie stepped over and leaned against Vince's desk blocking Vince's view, this time Phoebe looked up apologetically.
"We really don't care what you get up to in your spare time and we know you can't be friends with everyone. Look girls, I'm sure you know that you shouldn't mix business with pleasure, in this case it isn't pleasure but - "
"Damn right you shouldn't. I am ending this now. I'm suspending April, the wrestling stays out there in the ring"
"Dad no one is getting suspended!"
Phoebe couldn't hold it in any longer.
"We're sorry about what happened in the guerrilla area, none of it was April's fault. I provoked her, we've not been getting on lately and we're incredibly sorry. If anyone should be suspended it's me, you can't take AJ off TV we've only just started developing her character, she's worked incredibly hard to get here and she's the only one with any TV time and she's not even wrestling. We've got big plans for April's character and Mr McMahon, sir, we just can't afford to lose her right now. She's gonna be making you some big bucks soon, trust me on this one sir."
"Spare me the sob story, we all know how hard April has worked to get here but the underlining message that both of you have disrupted the working environment here and I will not tolerate it."
"Vince, please," Paul mused, who had also been awfully quiet.
"She's right Dad, we've got plans. As I was saying, what you girls did was completely unacceptable, this isn't junior high. You're gonna have to settle your differences like adults, I shouldn't have to say this to two grown ladies."
"I'm sorry Stephanie, it's not gonna happen again." Phoebe murmured.
"Sorry Stephanie." April spoke.
"You're gonna make me some money Phoebe? This better be a damn good storyline!"
"Dad!"
"Dammnit Stephanie, you and your prodigies. Right okay girls you can go, we've got a big day tomorrow so best if we all get some sleep. Great performamce out there April, really put on a show between those two."
"Thanks sir." April sopke quietly.
"Again, we're sorry for … you know wasting your time."
April's pushed back her chair and was the first out the door, Phoebe managed a quick hug before thanking the three of them. She stepped out of Vince's office, rolling her eyes. Everyone stood outside, awkwardly scratching the back of their necks, silent and irritated at the fact that none of them knew why AJ and Phoebe had a brawl. She scanned her eyes across the crowd, unable to find Phil, Nick or even April. Sighing deeply she turned on her heel, stalking away from the rest of the superstars.
In less than 10 minutes she was already snuggled in her hotel bed, wide awake and her heart thumping in anxiety. She couldn't believe April had lashed out at her. In all honesty she knew she deserved it, the words had stung incredibly. Phoebe contemplated on staying at Stamford from now on, Phoebe swore she would never become the other woman, and somehow, unknowingly she had. She was disgusted at how far hers and Phil's relationship had escalated, and how because of it, in turn hurt one of her closest friends. She was alone. Just as her eyes had drifted shut she felt her phone vibrate under her pillow. Reaching under, she pulled it out, Punk's name appeared on the screen.
Where are you? x
Punk
In my room, 265 x
Phoebe
Can I come over? x
Punk
Sure x
Phoebe
Phoebe hadn't the energy to move, her face throbbing, her joints ached from the lack of sleep, somehow she felt like all the energy had been drained from her. There was a knock at the door, Phoebe groaned knowing she had to get up. Pulling on a sweater, knowing full well Phil would appreciate her greeting him wearing a bra and a pair of short shorts, Phoebe opened the door. The two stood smiling at each other for a moment, appreciating the silence. He knew that she was upset, even though she wouldn't tell him. He admired how beautiful she was and she admired how handsome he was, messy hair, no makeup and both of them stood barefooted.
"I brought an ice-pack. How's your face?"
He stepped forward, his height towered over significantly and pressed the ice onto the swollen part of her face, she winced in pain, giggling straight afterwards.
"Why are you laughing?"
"It really hurts!"
"You okay?"
"She really packs a punch, is that why you liked her?"
"Are we really gonna have this conversation? You want to know why I wanted to date April?"
"Not really, it's quite self-explanatory."
She shrugged, settling herself back onto her bed, she was just glad that she was in Punk's company and grateful that he had brought an icepack. She stared down into her lap, avoiding his gaze while Punk plopped down next to Phoebe.
"You sure you okay?"
She shivered, leaning over to hold his hand.
"You know I'm not, I don't want to talk about it. I really appreciate you being here, thanks for coming over and the ice."
"You're not in trouble are you?" Phoebe shook her head, leaning back on the head rest. "Good, I'm glad."
The two sat in silence again, comfortable silence, Phoebe managed to make eye contact with Phil who was still smiling at her.
"You know, it was actually pretty hot, seeing you two have a scrap."
"I'm glad me getting repeatedly punched turned you on, Phil."
"You told me the other night, that watching me wrestle turned you on, I'm getting beat up almost every night."
"Yeah but you're WWE Champion, you have the gold, it's sexy and you win almost every night so you know, whatever."
"Whatever gets you hot honey," Punk leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers.
"Was Vince alright with you two? He can intimidating."
"He doesn't intimidate you."
"That's because I don't let him."
"And you're always in there like a naughty Punk kid in the Principal's office."
Punk smirked, "Shut up."
There was a slight pause and the room fell silent again, "He was intimidating, he was so close to giving April a suspension – "
"He's bluffing."
"Well I wouldn't know," Phoebe snapped, gritting her teeth.
"He kept asking us why we were fighting, what was going on, there was a lot of shouting and growling, I thought I was gonna get fired, genuinely, it was terrifying."
"You're such a pussy."
Phoebe changed sides for her ice-pack, "Yeah well, I stuck up for her and then Stephanie let us off the hook and sent us off, April literally sprinted out of Vince's office, and now we're here."
Phil spoke apologetically, "I'm sorry."
"It's … alright. I mean, you two were closer than ever. It should be me apologising to you. She was practically your best friend."
"Surprisingly, I have lots of friends, I'll always be sorry for what I did, but she has every right to be mad at me and that's okay, because I deserve it. But what she did tonight was unacceptable."
"It's fine."
"Not it's not fine."
"Phil stop. I can fight my own battles, we both made a mistake. We should've done this the right way and in turn we hurt the people that we loved and that's not okay, she needs to make her peace. She has every right being mad at me and it's okay, because I deserve it."
"You don't deserve to get the shit beat out of you."
"Hey! It's barely a scratch, and I can hold my own ground."
She looked at him, glassy-eyed, deep down Phoebe felt humiliated somehow she figured April felt the same way – all she wanted to do now was save face, she wanted to be touch, she wanted to show Phil that she could fight her own battles.
He sensed an unknown fear inside of her and grew increasingly worried about her, she loved to bottle things up inside her and not let anyone know how she was doing, whether she was breaking or hurting inside, similarly like him. He wanted her to open up to him, he wanted to understand her.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face, gently fingertips caressing her face. She felt her breath catch in her throat as they sat in complete silence, electricity flowing through them. His hand moved to caress her cheek while the other still held her hand, this thumb softly circling her hand. His eyes drifted close, their noses touched, his breath hot on her face.
"You're amazing Phoebe."
Without hesitation she leaned towards him and their lips locked. Glad that his hair was ungelled she let her spare hand roam free, scrunching it tightly in a ball like fist. Phoebe felt her stomach flip in excitement and her heart rate increasing with passion. Phil returned the kiss hungrily, his tongue tracing her bottom lip wanting very bit of her. The two couldn't get over each other's taste, and kissed until they were out of breath and left with swollen lips. She rested her forehead against in, taking in the scent of him. The sound of their shallow breaths were the only noises in the room – seizing the moment she trailed a line of kisses along his neck and across his stubble jaw reaching back to peck his lips.
She paused to look up at him, where she stared to look into his eyes as did he. Phoebe wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest. She felt something different when she looked at Phil, alongside the burning desire she felt something she was afraid of, knowing full well it was too soon. Was love too soon?
"What are you thinking Phoebs? You can tell me, you can trust me."
"I know I can tell you, I just, don't want to ruin this right now, when I'm ready Phil, please?"
"Whatever you want."
"Phil?"
"Yeah?"
"You're amazing."
He smiled shit-eating grin and so did Phoebe, unable to resist her kissed her again, combing a hand through her hair, soft and smelling like forbidden fruit, he wrapped his tattooed arms around her, embracing her into a warm, heart-felt hug.
"I trust you," Phoebe breathed.
His heart soared, and his lips curled into a smile, he couldn't remember the last time he was this happy, it felt like an eternity since someone had made him feel so wanted. He couldn't deny the curiosity and the mystery behind Phoebe, this was as emotionally exposed as she would every get and he wanted her to open up to her more. He felt heat almost radiating off of her and even though they were sat in the dark, there was no doubt that she was blushing under his touch.
"Never leave me Phil, I don't know what I'd do," Phoebe mumbled sleepily.
"Never," he promised.
"Get your cute butt out here now Phoebe! We overslept, and from what I hear, you seem to have a track record in poor punctuality." Phil yelled from outside the bathroom. It had taken her over an hour to get ready, his patience wearing thin.
A couple more seconds and the bathroom door opened, heels, pencil skirt and a sleeveless blouse – something told him he was trying to seduce Vince into his good books again, he shuddered at the thought.
"You look like you're about to do one of those sexy secretary porno movies."
"Do I look trashy?" She ran a brush through her hair, making sure there weren't any kinks.
"You look sexy, especially when you're wearing heels and nothing else."
"For once, can you not think with your dick?"
"Stop being so sexy then. Seriously though, why've you gone to so much effort?"
"Sexy or trashy wasn't what I was going for, I just never look presentable you know. Thought maybe I should start making the effort."
"You look fine, you always look fine. You know, if I remember correctly the last time you went to "any effort" was when you were working as my assistant."
"Because I wanted you to fuck me. The heels were murdered my feet but I wore them because they were my come 'fuck me' Heels."
"Are you being serious?"
Phoebe grinned, throwing on a blazer she threw the door open, "Deadly."