Dirty Dancing

One year to the day he last saw AJ was stepping off a plane at Kennedy airport and hailing a cab. The unthinkable had finally happened, Paul Heyman was out of commission. He suffered a heart attack yesterday and Punk didn't care about his brother or fear of bumping into the woman he hadn't seen or spoken to in 12 months.

He jumped in a car and instructed the driver to take him right to the hospital. He was told my Trinity that Paul's condition was stable and was becoming very antsy in the hospital but with any heart attack that meant to slow down and Punk was going to see to it that he did.

He arrived at the hospital and saw Paul was sitting up complaining to his doctors about going home.

"Can't imagine why you had a heart attack." Punk joked.

"Finally someone with a brain." Paul sighed with relief. "Tell these morons to sign me out."

"You had a heart attack Mr. Heyman." The doctor kindly reminded him.

"A minor heart attack." Paul corrected.

"Give me a few minutes." Punk said to the doctors and they left the room.

"So are you here to break me out?" Paul asked him.

"I'm here to make sure you're taking it slow." Punk said to him taking a seat. "You need to calm down."

"How can I do that when I have so much work to do?" Paul asked him.

"I'm here to help." Punk said to him. "You're just reviewing mock ups and scripts right? I can do that."

"You have a new issue of Drax due in three weeks you worry about that, I have someone covering for me at work." Paul said to him.

"Graves?" Punk snorted. "I heard he became your right hand man."

"No he draws." Paul said slowly. "AJ has moved up."

"Seriously?" Punk asked surprised.

"She's been shadowing me for months I'm sure she can handle a few days." Paul said to him. "Stay out of her way I don't want you distracting her."

"I haven't seen or spoken to her in a year I'm sure she's moved on." Punk scoffed.

"Yea true but you have the power to completely throw her." Paul mocked. "If you go to the office avoid mine ok?"

"Why? We left off on good terms." Punk shrugged.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Paul asked.

"Yea I am and I'll have you know I've been faithful." Punk lied and Paul let out a loud laugh. "Don't do that, do not laugh at me." Of course Paul knew he was full shit. No girlfriend so no need to be faithful.

"I needed that laugh thanks kid." Paul said still laughing.

"Seriously I've been a good boyfriend." Punk argued. "Anyway I'm going to the office tomorrow and I'll help AJ because you'll be off your feet for a while."

"I'll be back at work tomorrow." Paul said surely.

"No you won't. Rest up I kind of need you around." Punk said to him.

When Punk arrived at Marvel headquarters the place was just the same. Including Trinity sitting in her desk with a new assistant outside Paul's office.

"Hey Punk!" Trinity smiled. "I wasn't expecting you. It's nice to see you again."

"Thanks you too." Punk smiled. "And you are?" he asked the new assistant.

"I'm Paige." The woman with the British accent smiled and shook his hand.

"Paul's office is open right?" Punk asked Trinity.

"Yea AJ is in there-" she started but Punk walked right to the officer door and opened it.

What Punk saw was AJ sitting on the desk while some guy had his hands all over her and tongue firmly planted down her sweet throat. Punk let out a cough as he closed the door behind him and AJ pulled away and peered over the man's shoulder to see Punk. Her lips were swollen and her tight button down white shirt was undone at the top.

"Punk." She said pushing the man off of her and jumping off the table then smiled.

"Hey Punk." The man smiled turning to face him as he closed his belt and zipped up his jeans.

"Hand jobs before lunch?" Punk teased. "I'm kidding." He said with a forced laugh. "Hey Graves."

"I was just leaving." Corey said to them. "I'll see you for lunch ok?"

"Ok." AJ smiled and he kissed her cheek.

"Bye Punk." Corey said quickly gliding past him and out of the office.

"I didn't know you'd be here." AJ said buttoning up her top.

"I had to come check in on Paul." Punk said to her. "Thought I'd help out or do you have everything covered here?"

"I can always use an extra hand." AJ smiled.

"You look good." He noted. AJ had put on a little weight but it was all toned and muscle and she was much tanner now not only that she was wearing a pants suit that was probably well over a hundred dollars and her hair looked freshly dyed as well.

"So do you." She noted. Punk also did seem different. His hair was buzzed but his shirt was tighter around the arms, clearly he spent the last year away at the gym. His facial hair was trimmed and clean looking as well.

"So you and Graves huh?" Punk asked breaking the tension.

"It's not official or anything." AJ said to him. "It's just, I don't even know."

"You're having fun and you should. Good for you." Punk reassured her. "You're too young to be tied down anyway."

"You're telling the girl who was married at 18?" she laughed taking a seat at Paul's desk.

"True." He smirked. "So I see you've moved up." He said taking the seat across from Paul's desk.

"Paul has taught me so much." AJ said to him. "I'm his junior editor. I've been taking classes and working- it's been great."

"I'm really happy for you." He said to her with a genuine smile. "How's Dean?" he asked her. "I didn't see him when I came up I was pretty sure he'd tackle me."

"He's not around." AJ said with a smile but the pain was evident in her voice. "He checks in once in a while but that's it."

"Where did he go?" Punk frowned. He knew how much Dean meant to her.

"After he got out of the hospital he just kept drinking. Even went looking for your brother and his friends, got his ass kicked again and he just got fed up and took off." AJ confided.

"I'm sorry." He said to her. "I had no idea Paul never told me."

"I told him not to." AJ shrugged. "I didn't want you to feel bad or anything."

"So he just took off? No idea where?" Punk asked.

"Last time I heard from him he was in California." She said to him. "The time before that he was in New Orleans. He's just traveling the country."

"Maybe that's what he needs." Punk said to her. "So what about you? You're still living in that apartment by yourself?"

"No." she said shaking her head. "I left Brooklyn all together."

"Thought you loved it there." Punk noted.

"I didn't anymore. I kept running into Ryan." AJ said to him and Punk felt his chest tighten.

"You really should have called me." Punk said in an angry voice. "Why didn't you pick up the phone and call me?"

"I took care of it. It was a good excuse to move out of Brooklyn." AJ shrugged. "I live in the city now."

"Fancy." Punk whistled. "Paul is paying you good huh?"

"Yea I make more in a week then I had made my entire life up until last year." She laughed. "It's not a huge apartment but it's clean, safe and has a kitchen."

"What about a bed?" he asked.

"Yea I've got one of those too." AJ smirked. "It's wonderful."

"You share it with Corey often?" Punk asked casually.

"How are you?" AJ asked avoiding his question.

"Good. I've been working like crazy and training." Punk told her. "I've been at peace."

"I read your last issue just yesterday and it was my favorite one yet." AJ smiled. "You've been doing great!"

"Thanks." Punk said to her.

A few hours later Punk went for coffee and as he walked towards the kitchen he passed Corey's office door and knew he should keep going but couldn't help himself. If Dean was around Corey wouldn't be, there was no one here to look out for AJ and he'd be damned if he'd let Corey take advantage of her. Punk didn't bother to knock as he pushed the door open and again Corey was caught with his pants down only this time a female was bent over his desk and the poor girl look mortified.

"You mind?" Corey asked Punk annoyed.

"Get out." Punk said to Paul's new assistant Paige whom he only met a few hours ago. She pulled away from Corey and ran out of the office as Corey zipped up his jeans yet again. "Do you even work or do you just fuck?"

"What are you the new boss?" Corey mocked annoyed.

"You're fucking Paul's assistant and AJ?" Punk asked slamming the door closed behind him.

"Didn't you fuck AJ when she was Paul's assistant?" Corey asked him. "And what AJ and I have is casual."

"I'm sure she doesn't know about Paige." Punk said to him. "You're making her look stupid!"

"Get off your high horse and don't you dare talk to me about being faithful to women." Corey said sitting in his chair.

"Stop seeing her." Punk said to him and Corey laughed. "I mean it."

"Paige or AJ?" Corey asked with a laugh.

"AJ." Punk hissed.

"No." Corey said laughing again. "What we do here doesn't concern you. Why don't you go back to Chicago and hide out there."

"I'm here to help Paul get back on his feet and I will stay until he is ok. That could be weeks or months so get used to my face asshole." Punk informed him then stormed out of the office.

At the end of the day he saw AJ laughing at Paige's desk because the clearly the two were friendly. He hated knowing what Corey was doing to her but maybe AJ just didn't care? Maybe AJ was seeing someone else too?

"Heading out?" Punk asked interrupting the two.

"Yea I was just saying goodnight." AJ said to him. "I'll see you tonight at the Lagoon?"

"Yea I'll be there." Paige said nervously as Punk glared at her the entire time.

"Walk me out?" Punk asked her.

"Sure." She smiled heading to the elevator tonight.

"You go out to bars now?" Punk asked her as they walked onto the elevator.

"We all go out once a month." AJ informed him. "It's just a way to stay close."

"You and the new girl are close?" Punk asked.

"Why? Are you interested? Want me to put in a good word?" she teased.

"Maybe." He smirked.

"She's not your type." AJ said looking straight ahead.

"Really? She seems pretty cool." Punk noted.

"She's great but she's too young for you and I think she's seeing someone anyway." AJ shrugged. "Do you want to come out tonight?"

"Me? At a bar?" Punk laughed.

"There's dancing too." AJ smiled. "You look like you can use a fun night out."

"Maybe I'll drop by. It's the place across the street?" Punk asked and she nodded.

"Yea I think we went to dinner there one night." AJ remembered and wondered if he did.

"I remember." He said and caught her tiny smile. "So how far do you live from here?" he asked her.

"A few blocks over." She said as they walked out of the building.

"Need an escort?" he asked her.

"Nope." She smiled. "Staying at the hotel?"

"Yup." Punk said to her. "It's the other way so maybe I'll see you later."

"Are you really going to come?" AJ asked him.

"Only if you save me a dance." Punk said shooting her wink then walking off.

Of course AJ now had butterflies in her stomach. She expected to see Punk the minute she had Trinity call him to tell him about Paul but she wasn't expecting him to look so good. She was sure she was over the enigma that was Punk but clearly not. And from the vibe AJ got he wasn't over it either but was this really smart?

AJ kept her eyes on the door of Lagoon as she sat the bar of the crowded club like bar. Everyone was dancing around her and she was sipping her soda as she waited for Punk to show up.

"So are we going to dance?" Corey asked loudly over the music.

"Maybe in a little." She said with a smile.

"Mind if I steal Paige for a dance?" he asked gesturing the girl sitting next to her.

"She's all yours." AJ smiled.

"That she is." Corey grinned low enough for AJ not to hear but for Paige to hear.

Corey could have had sex with Paige on the middle of the dance floor right now for all she'd care. She was waiting for a man to arrive. A man she spent months trying to forget.

"You're not dancing." A voice said from behind her and she looked away from the door to see Punk standing behind her.

"I promised to save you a dance." She smiled. "I'm glad you came."

"Slipped in the back door, waiting for me?" he teased.

"No." she blushed slightly. Punk took her hand and admitted her outfit. Tight spandex black shorts that were more like underwear and a thing strapped black tank top with short chucks on.

Punk lead her past Corey who kept his eyes on the two as they moved further in the back past the massive crowd. They were practically off the dance floor huddled in a corner and Corey narrowed his eyes as he watched Punk's hand freely move around tight body as if he knew it better than anymore. Corey attention went back to Paige now because as far as he was concerned AJ could do whatever she wanted with Punk he just wish it wasn't Punk who hated.

AJ moved around him and as 'In My Pocket' began to play it was the perfect excuse to rub her body against his. She turned so her back was pressed into his chest and her ass grinded into dick that was now getting excited. It was like the organ remembered AJ and wanted to get back to where it loved most. AJ could feel him growing hard and it only encouraged her to keep moving.

Punk growled against her ear and he could feel her body shiver. He wondered if she was excited as he was. He'd let her move against his body all night if he could but he was going to take a risk and he hoped it was worth it. His hands ran up down her entire torso and just under breasts. One arm stayed wrapped around her so she'd continue to move against his front while a curious hand headed south.

"Tell me to stop." He whispered into her ear and he knew she heard him but she made no moves to stop him.

Thankfully the dance floor was packed so no one noticed Punk's hand dip into her shorts and she let out a gasp as he palmed her causing her to arch into his touch. And just as he hoped she was wet for him. He wanted to be professional with her, he wanted to be her friend but right now all he wanted was to be inside of her. Punk pulled his hand out and turned her so she was facing him. She looked up at him and licked at her lips seductively.

The licking of her lips was so fucking sexy that he was now fully hard and didn't care about work or Corey or anything else for that matter. They had always had a sexual connection and there was no denying it. They had been this way since the day they met and he didn't know why he thought it would be any different. He grabbed her hand and guided her past a few more people and right out the back door that led to an alley way.

"Why don't you have underwear on?" was the first weird question he asked the minute they were outside.

"I didn't expect anyone to put their hands down there." She said catching her breath.

"Usually that's why you don't wear them." He said looking down between her thighs.

"Stop pussy footing around." She said annoyed and that surprised him, before he could respond AJ had her arms wrapped around his neck and she was kissing him with such force he almost fell to the ground with her.

Punk lifted her and he couldn't even describe how good it felt to have her wrapped his waist and her hands cupping his face as she kissed him. It was like he was home again. He had no idea how much he missed her until this moment. He opened his eyes as he headed down the side alley were the kept dumpsters and rested her back against the wall.

"How far do you live from here?" he asked pulling away but kissing down her neck. She arched her wet lower half against him and he nipped over her neck.

"Too far." She said enjoying what his mouth and tongue were doing her neck.

"Right here?" he asked her and she just nodded biting her bottom lip innocently. "There's nothing innocent about you." He said keeping one arm wrapped her around her as he lowered his jeans just enough so his hard shaft would pop out.

Punk pushed her barely there shorts to the side and lowered her onto himself. Before moving he gave her a body a few moments to adjust because he was sure if it was Corey's dick that had been inside of her recently her body would not to adjust for a bigger size. AJ gasped at the feeling of being one with him again.

"Please." AJ said sweetly as she cupped his face and left sweet kisses anywhere she could reach.

"Please what? Move?" he teased and she whined.

Punk began to thrust up into her but he knew this wasn't lasting. He had been dreaming of this moment since the day he stupidly let her walk out of his home in Chicago. He had gone to the airport in hopes of catching her before she got on but he was too late. He lived with the fact that he was too late for the last year.

"Ah!" AJ continually moaned as he her ass rubbed against the unforgiving and probably filthy brick wall behind her but she wasn't thinking about that she was thinking about him.

"Does he do this for you?" Punk asked in an almost threaten voice.

"No! No one!" she said as she scrunched her face up preparing for her orgasm that was approaching.

"You still get wet for me, your body is still tight." He said as he kept moving his hips. "It's such a turn on."

"Please." She cried- literally cried as tears fell from her eyes.

"Do it." He challenged. "Let me watch- I'll blow as soon as you do." He said in a horse voice.

AJ moved her hand down between her thighs and began to rub her clit to help push her along because as much as she'd love to be out here with him forever it wasn't ideal. Punk looked down as she touched herself and his thrusts got harder and with ever gasp and moan he got closer to his own release. She finally climaxed and Punk could feel her bodies juices run over him. AJ looked over and saw a man throwing out a bag garbage behind them trying not to look and hurrying back into the club. This was so un-romantic but so right.

"Holy shit." He grunted as he finally released but this time into her body. He had never come inside of her without a condom but AJ felt more connected to him than ever before that he did that. Her body clenched over him as she tried to milk him for everything he offered her. "I knew that was going to happen." Punk said pulling out of her slick body and placing her carefully onto her feet. "Are you uh-"

"On the pill." She assured him as she adjusted her bottoms but was still so wet she didn't want to go back inside now.

"Good." He said closing his jeans.

"I'm going to go." She said turning and walking towards the street.

"Wait!" he yelled chasing after her. "Should we talk about this?"

"I don't know." She said not looking back at him as she reached the busy street.

"If you're going home I'm taking you." Punk said to her.

"I don't need-" She started.

"It's late I'm walking you home." He said cutting her off. "Do you want to say goodbye to Corey?"

"He's not my boyfriend." AJ said to him. "He's just there."

"He's fucking Paige." Punk said to her and AJ looked very hurt. "Did you know that?"

"How do you know that?" she asked him.

"I walked in on them in his office." Punk ratted. "I wasn't sure how serious you two were but I felt you should know."

"You've always been up front with me." AJ said to him. "You, Paul and Dean. I appreciate that."

"Are you upset?" he asked.

"No, yes, I don't know." She said as he kept up with her quick pace. "We're not together but I didn't think he was having sex with my friend where I work. I guess I really haven no right to judge."

"Why him?" Punk asked.

"Is that with this was about?" AJ asked him. "Did you have sex with me to stick it to him?"

"No telling you about Paige is sticking it to him. Having sex with you was because I wanted to, I needed to and I had to."

"Do you have a girlfriend this time around?" AJ asked him.

"No." Punk said to her. "Unless Paul asks then yes. He warned me away from you."

"Like that would have worked." AJ snorted as she hurried to her building.

"I'm moving to New York." He also announced and she stopped walking and turned to look at him. "I discussed with the head boss and he thinks Paul needs a few extra hands and asked me to. I looked at places today."

"We broke up because you wouldn't move to New York." AJ reminded him.

"No we broke up because you wouldn't move to Chicago." Punk shot back.

"And now a year later out of nowhere we're what?" AJ asked him.

"I don't know but I'm going to be living here and working with you so we should figure it out." Punk said with a shrug.

"You're really moving here to help Paul?" AJ asked him.

"I'm moving here to help Paul." Punk repeated and AJ frowned. It wasn't the answer she was looking for. "I'm also moving here to be near you." And that was something she had wanted to hear a year ago and Punk could see how her eyes lit up.

"This is my place." AJ said stopping in front of a building.

"It's a step up from Brooklyn." Punk smirked and watched as she entered her code to the lobby door would unlock to let her in. He didn't move from his spot on the curb and waited for her to step inside.

"Walk me to my door?" she asked and he smiled. He didn't say a word as he followed her right into the building.

AJ's new apartment was a five star hotel compared to her Brooklyn home. Everything was spotless, organized and upscale. The décor was dark just like he imagined it would be. Dark walls, white furniture, skull pillows, framed comic books- it was so her.

"You like it?" AJ asked locking the door and putting the chain up. Punk tried not to get to excited that she did that realizing she didn't plan on having him leave.

"It's great." He said to her. "A kitchen, bathroom, closet space."

"Actually that's Dean's room." She said pointing to the door he was referring to. "Just in case you know?"

"Yea." He said sadly. "If you want me to help you look for him-"

"He'll come back." AJ said surely. "I know he will."

"I'm sure he will." Punk assured her.

"Coffee?" She offered.

"Am in for a long night?" he teased.

"I think we should talk." She said to him and that was fine by him. He just wanted to be close to her.

"I'd love a cup." He said taking his hoodie off. He smiled feeling he was right where he belonged but the smile dropped completely when he saw her bend over and her shirt lifted- bruises. Small but dark bruises were on her lower back and he quickly walked behind the counter in the kitchen and pulled the shirt up further.

"What are you doing?" she asked standing up and turning away.

"What the fuck is all of this?" he asked tugging her shirt up from the front now and there were more bruises. That's when he saw some on her legs and arms too. He hadn't noticed in the club or outside but she was covered in them.

"Phil-" She started but his face was deep red and it actually scared her.

"It was Graves." He hissed walking over to his hoodie and putting it on.

"No." she laughed jumping in front of the door before he could leave.

"Are you going to tell me? Or am I going to put Corey in the hospital?" Punk demanded.

"I'll tell you." She said clearly amused.

"You think this is funny?" Punk asked her seriously. "You think someone hitting you is hysterical? Is it my brother? Is it Ryan?"

"No!" she said fully laughing. "It's my instructor."

"What instructor?" Punk asked unsurely.

"I've been taking Krav Maga for almost a year." AJ said to him and it dawned it Punk.

"You're taking self defense classes?" he asked.

"At first that's why I did it. Like I told you Ryan was always around and he really creeps me out." She said to him.

"I guess the beating he got didn't knock any sense into him." Punk said making a mental note to try to run into him soon.

"And Paul has a friend who teaches classes and I went a few times and really liked it." AJ said to him. "I'm actually working on graduating to a brown belt so I've been training like crazy hence all of the bruises."

"That's great." Punk said dropping his hoodie again. "I'm really proud of you." He said in awe of her. She was so little and already a blue belt in Krav Maga. Then he realized she could probably kick his ass.

"It's fun and a great stress relief." AJ admitted. "You look like you've been working out yourself." She noted as he followed her back into the kitchen and sat at the counter.

"You know me." He smirked as she passed him a hot cup of coffee.

"One milk and three sugars right?" she asked and he was surprised she remembered.

"Yup." He said picking the cup up and sipping it.

"I'm going to see Paul tomorrow." AJ said to him. "He'd kill me if I showed up during a weekday do you want to come with me?"

"Yea I had planned on going myself." Punk said to her. "But I don't want to leave yet." He said then added quickly. "No sex either. I want to talk to you I've missed you."

"I've missed you too." She smiled. "And you can stay the night- on the couch or in Dean's room."

"I'll take the couch." He smirked.

"Dean's never slept in there." She assured him.

"Then I'll sleep in Dean's room." Punk smiled towards her.

Yup he was now more sure than ever, this is where he belonged all along.