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A/N: Heeeey! Spicy one again lol. Thanks for all the reviews, they're so great!
"So, the fridge thing didn't work?" AJ asked, the next night in her apartment where she was testing out making the Puerto Rican sweet bread which she wanted to serve at The Brewberry. She'd invited Punk over to try it.
"Definitely didn't work." Punk shook his head, "Might have made it worse, actually." He said, watching as she whisked different ingredients together. He could have watched her like this forever. So concentrated. So precise and careful, handling every ingredient with a delicate touch.
"They still won't talk to each other?" AJ asked him.
"No. And they both hate me, too. It's not a great work environment." Punk admitted.
"Maybe they'll work it out on their own. Just seems like a lot of Testosterone flying around." AJ said as Punk laughed.
"Yeah, you got that right." Punk shook his head, "I want to shake Daryl sometimes, though. He truly makes things more difficult for himself. Reminds me of me when I was his age, actually."
"You were a troubled teen?" She asked him, beating some eggs in a separate bowl.
"I wouldn't say troubled just… didn't make smart choices." Punk said, "I guess Daryl losing his dad so young had an impact on him. And everything with his leg."
"What was your excuse?" She asked.
"My nightmare family." Punk shrugged casually.
"I take it your brother was difficult to grow up with." AJ figured.
"What gave it away?" He asked jokingly, "Yeah, he was a piece of work. Him and his friends would always pick on me. Make fun of the things I liked. The fact I didn't have many friends." He said.
"And yet he begged you to help him get out of the mess he'd made for himself." AJ pointed out, "Honestly… sounds like he got his karma."
"Yeah, he did." Punk nodded, "He just had to drag me down one last time with him, though."
"You hear from him? Now that he's in prison?" AJ asked, pouring her beaten eggs into the other dry ingredients as Punk watched her begin to mix everything together.
"I got a letter from him about a month after he was sentenced. Didn't get anything after that, and he doesn't know my new address so… I won't be receiving anything from him any time soon." He said.
"I don't really get much from my brother and sister either." AJ said.
"You'd never go over to Puerto Rico to visit them?" Punk asked curiously.
"I've thought about it but also… why should I have to go visit them?" AJ said, "They wouldn't even come visit me after I was attacked." She shook her head.
"Really?" Punk asked, horrified.
"Really." AJ nodded, "And I send them money every month to help pay with bills. They're not really great with money." She added, "It just feels like a burden sometimes."
"I wouldn't give them a damn thing." Punk said, "Especially if they didn't show up for you when you needed them the most."
"It's easier just to give instead of making a big deal out of it." AJ said, "Honestly? I don't really know them. I was raised by my aunt since I was little. That's the only family I've ever really known."
"And this recipe here is your aunt's favourite?" Punk asked her, watching her place the mixture into a baking tray.
"Yeah, she loves it. We always used to go to New York at Christmas time to see the lights and the tree. We'd always go to this Puerto Rican bakery, and this is what we'd get to eat for the journey home." AJ said, "It brings back good memories." She smiled, opening up the oven and pushing the tray in, closing it up and setting her timer.
"Just… tell me to shut up if you don't want to talk about it." Punk began, "But the guy who attacked you… he's in prison?" He asked, wanting to make sure, he couldn't remember if she'd told him.
"Yeah. For thirty years." AJ nodded.
"It doesn't make it any better but… doesn't it give you a little peace of mind that… he's locked away? Can't hurt you ever again." Punk said.
"It does now but… at the time it didn't really help much. Especially when I had to sit in court and retell every little detail about what he did to me." AJ shook her head.
"Yeah, I can't imagine how awful that would have been." Punk nodded, "I can see now why me being a lawyer was triggering for you."
"Yeah, but you're not how I expected. Now that I know you a little better." She admitted, washing her hands at the sink as he leaned against the fridge, folding his arms.
"What did you expect?" He smiled, intrigued.
"I don't know… for you to be arrogant and up yourself." AJ said, "An asshole, basically."
"Fair enough." Punk laughed a little.
"But you're not." AJ said quickly, "You're…pretty genuine, actually."
"And a great kisser?" Punk nodded as she made a face at him.
"Maybe." She muttered quietly.
"You know… when you invited me over, I didn't really have tasting cakes in mind." He said as she looked up at him, standing closer to him now.
"It's a sweet bread." AJ corrected.
"Ok. I didn't have tasting sweet breads in mind." He said.
"What did you have in mind then?" AJ asked with attitude.
"Something much sweeter." He nodded, lifting her up in a swift motion as she giggled, feeling him sit her on the kitchen counter.
"My ass is all flour now." She laughed, leaning to the side to show him the patch of flour he'd unknowingly sat her on top of.
"They'll wash." Punk said, uninterested as he claimed her mouth and kissed her passionately, so passionately that her head rested back onto one of the higher cupboards, "You were mean sending that picture." He kissed against her jaw all the way down to her neck as she rolled her head back.
"I thought you'd like it." She smiled, closing her eyes and biting her lip as her body melted into his kisses.
"I loved it." Punk assured her, "But it wasn't enough." He said, running his hands up her body and cupping her breasts as she moaned. The feeling of his hands on her whilst his mouth sucked on her neck was everything.
"You're just greedy." She hummed as he nodded in agreement.
"When it comes to you." Punk nodded, kissing his way back up to her mouth as she ran her fingers into his slicked back hair, feeling him begin to unbutton her jeans.
She lifted her hips as he pulled down her jeans and panties enough for him to part her legs. She watched as he crouched down in front of her, pulling her hips to the edge of the counter and kissing the bottom of her stomach as shivers travelled all through her body.
"No one has ever…" She gasped a little as he looked up at her, "I mean no one has…" She nodded down to him as he looked up at her. He understood what she was meaning, and so he didn't take the task at hand lightly.
He placed his hands on her inner thighs to hold them open and steady, using his tongue to part her folds as she stiffened and placed her hand behind her head against the cupboard she was leaning back on.
"If you want me to stop…" Punk reminded her.
"Shut up and just… do that again." She nodded desperately as he chuckled a little, placing his mouth back on her and using his tongue to flick at her clit. She couldn't hold back her moans if she tried. She was floating in the clouds with the feeling of his warm tongue exploring her. He pushed it against her clit expertly and then used his whole mouth to suck at her.
"Fuck." AJ cried out, grinding herself against his mouth as he squeezed her thighs and continued to feast.
The pleasure rose and rose until she felt that stream of ecstasy coursing through her veins, covering her from head to toe as she shivered and squirmed through her release, feeling completely light-headed.
"Shit." She panted, rolling her head back against the cupboard as Punk rose to his feet and buried his face into her neck, kissing her sweetly as she cupped the back of his head.
"Am I just really out of practise or are you… really good?" She said as he chuckled against her neck.
"You decide." He said, kissing her on the mouth.
"Let's go in there." She broke away from his kiss, nodding to her bedroom door as he looked at her for proper confirmation, "Do you have… a condom?" She asked as he nodded.
"In my wallet." He nodded.
"That's not weird at all." AJ said sarcastically.
"I only put it there since we started… baking." He explained himself.
"Sure." AJ teased.
"You don't have to if you don't want to." He assured her.
"I really want to." She whispered, cupping his cheeks and kissing him more softly.
He lifted her up from the kitchen counter and carried her through to her bedroom, placing her down on her feet at the bottom of her bed as she kicked her jeans off whilst he stripped his t-shirt off.
She stripped her t-shirt off and unclasped her bra whilst he pushed his jeans and boxers down. They hadn't really seen one another fully naked yet and Punk couldn't take his eyes from her.
"You're so beautiful." He said quietly, cupping her neck and leaning down to kiss her as she ran her hands up his torso.
"There's no need for someone to have this many tattoos." She murmured against his mouth as he chuckled, kissing down to her neck whilst she grazed her fingertips up and over his muscley arms. He was fit and lean without being too large and overpowering. He was incredibly gorgeous, that was the truth.
She gasped a little as he picked her up and lay her down in the centre of the bed, climbing over her and going back to her mouth to explore whilst busying his hands with her breasts. It felt so much better to have skin to skin contact rather than through clothes. She just hoped she wasn't pushing herself too far too quickly, and that her mind wouldn't mess with her.
"You should be kissed every day." Punk said softly, kissing down to her neck and further down to her breasts where he swirled his tongue around her nipple, creating quiet moans from her mouth whilst she played with his hair.
"I want you inside of me." She whispered as he looked up at her, nodding and getting off the bed to retrieve his wallet.
Punk grabbed the condom from his wallet, ripping it open with his teeth as he got back onto the bed, rolling it on to his very hard length and settling himself between her legs as she looked up at him.
"Tell me to stop and… my clothes will be on and I'll be out of here." Punk nodded to her as she looked up at him, running her fingertips down his chest and shaking her head.
"I don't want you to stop." AJ shook her head, "I want this." She nodded, "Do you?" She asked.
"Is that a real question?" He asked as she nodded, "Yes, April. I really fucking want this." He nodded desperately.
"Ok." AJ nodded, bringing his face down to hers, cupping his cheeks and kissing him deeply whilst he reached between them and lined himself up with her entrance.
He pushed into her slowly, not wanting to go too quickly. He knew six years was an extremely long time and he didn't want to hurt her. It was the last thing he wanted to do.
AJ moaned into his mouth loudly as she felt him enter her bit by bit, breaking away from his lips to gasp a little harder as he fully buried himself inside of her.
"Fuck, April." Punk moaned, leaning his forehead on her shoulder and breathing just as deep as her, "You ok?" He lifted his head to look at her as she nodded.
"Mhm." She moaned, chest rising and falling harshly, her breasts pressing against his chest as he caressed her face.
"You feel so good." He shook his head, kissing below her ear as she smiled, grazing her nails down his back. He hadn't even moved yet, but she knew the only word to describe this was right. She didn't have the urge to run or push him away. She wanted to hold him closer and feel all of him.
"Please move." She nodded, finally feeling him begin to thrust back and forth slowly. Although she appreciated and adored how careful he was being with her. How gentle and slow he was going, she didn't want him to feel like he was handling broken glass. She wanted to feel the need and desire he had for her.
"I'm not going to break." She gasped, cupping his face and holding it close to hers as he nodded, quickening his thrusts as she moaned.
"Fuck." Punk groaned, kissing her neck whilst thrusting into her a little harder, feeling her hands resting on his shoulder blades. He'd never had sex so intense, where all he wanted to do was this for the rest of his life. Where the look on her face as she moaned and panted, almost made him finish as soon as he started.
He felt himself reaching that blissful release whilst AJ moved her hand down between them to stroke herself. The combination of feeling him deep inside of her whilst she massaged her clit was enough for her to bring on her own release, one more powerful than any she'd ever felt.
"This feels so good." AJ moaned as she brought about her sweet release whilst Punk went rigid above her, moaning out and leaning his head on her shoulder.
"Fuck." Punk grunted between panting, feeling his release spurt out whilst she shuddered from her own orgasm, digging her nails into his back to hold him as close as she possibly could.
"I never thought I'd be able to do this again let alone… enjoy it." She admitted once their breathing had returned to some kind of normalcy, tracing her fingertips down his back as he kept his face buried into her neck.
"I will never hurt you." He replied, lifting his head and looking down at her, "I think… I think I'd kill anyone who tried to hurt you." He admitted, almost with confusion at how fierce his feelings felt.
AJ just nodded as her reply, swallowing the lump in her throat as he leaned down and kissed her softly. He then rolled onto his back with a relaxed sigh as AJ smiled, lying on her back beside him, turning her head to the side to look at him.
"You wouldn't happen to have more condoms with you?" She wondered as he turned his head to face her.
"I brought four." Punk nodded.
"Four?" AJ said loudly, laughing to herself, "You're such a cocky little shit." She shoved him as he chuckled.
"You'll be thanking me later." He assured her as she shook her head, curling into him, resting her head on his chest, not being able to ignore how absolutely right it felt to be in his arms like this.