Stress Free Sunday

"What are you doing awake so early?" Punk frowned, turning around in bed and noticing AJ sitting up against the headboard with her laptop in front of her, scrolling furiously with her glasses on.

"It's 9am." AJ scoffed.

"It's our only day off. You should make it count." He insisted.

"I'm looking at flights to New Jersey." She said as he looked up at her with concern, "For Lyla." She clarified.

"Oh." Punk nodded, "Thought you were trying to run away from me there."

"I'm not sick of you yet." She nodded, "I was thinking of surprising her. Giving her the flight tickets, so she can hopefully go see Lewis."

"You realise that leaves you and Becca to run The Brewberry, right?" Punk said.

"I know." AJ said, "Becca is a bigger help than you realise. Me and her will be fine."

"What if Lyla doesn't want to go to New Jersey?" Punk asked her.

"Well, it seems like she does." AJ said, "You don't think it's a good idea?"

"I think it's a nice idea. I just don't know where her head is at. Do you?" He asked curiously.

"I know she really likes this guy. And anytime she's in New Jersey she spends the whole time with him, basically. Isn't that a good enough reason?" She asked him.

"It is. But… what's the deal with their relationship anyway?" He asked curiously, "She sees him like… twice a year? Can she really be that serious about him?" He asked sceptically.

"She seems it." AJ said, "When she was talking about it with me, she seemed pretty serious." She nodded, "Why are you putting doubt in my head?" She nudged him as he chuckled a little.

"I'm just saying… does she really want a relationship with him? Or does she enjoy the thought of him more? Maybe she's just hooked up on the romance of only seeing him twice a year. Maybe that makes it more… desirable."

"You should write erotic novels." AJ rolled her eyes.

"Don't you know what I mean?" He said with frustration.

"Annoyingly, I do." AJ said, "You think if she actually got with him seriously, it wouldn't work out?"

"I'm not saying that. I don't know what could happen. But… in six years she's probably seen him like fourteen times?" Punk questioned, "How are you supposed to know you're in love going by that?"

"She must feel it." AJ shrugged, "Wouldn't you still love me if you only saw me fourteen times in six years?" She questioned as Punk groaned.

"It's too early for this." He mumbled, wrapping his pillow around his head as AJ chuckled.

"I just thought it'd be a nice gesture. Especially since she's finally told me all about him and how she feels. I don't want her to be living here and wishing she was with him. I couldn't stand that." AJ shook her head.

"It's a nice gesture." Punk agreed, unwrapping his pillow from his head, "And you're a great best friend. I just don't want you to feel responsible for her life. That's not how friendship works. If she starts going to New Jersey more, spending more time with him, and it doesn't work out… I just know you'll blame yourself."

"No, I won't." AJ scoffed, even though she knew herself she would.

"You will." Punk said, "I know you."

"Oh, just because we live together now, you think you have me all figured out?" She questioned.

"I do have you all figured out." Punk nodded cockily, "You're a creature of habit, April Mendez. You're going to lay back down here, we're going to have some really good morning sex, then you'll fall asleep for maybe half an hour or forty minutes. Then you'll get up and take the longest shower known to man. Which doesn't make any sense because then you'll go out on a run around town. You'll come back and have a second shower. We'll have lunch and then you'll spend the rest of the afternoon on the sofa reading until I have to tell you it's time for dinner." He said as she rolled her eyes, "This routine happens every Sunday." He nodded.

"It's a great routine, don't you think?" She asked, "The perfect Sunday."

"I'm a big fan of the morning sex." Punk agreed, "The highlight of my Sundays."

"Of course it is." AJ nodded, watching as he closed her laptop down.

"Put that away." He told her as she smiled, sitting her laptop over on the floor and taking her glasses off, sinking back down into the bed.

"We're pretty evil for not opening our shops on Sundays. People are hungover and need their caffeine." AJ smiled as they both faced each other in bed.

"Sunday is God's Day. A day for rest." Punk said.

"You're not religious." AJ scoffed.

"People can make their coffee at home. We deserve a stress-free Sunday." Punk said as she smiled.

"You should probably start moving your stuff in here." She said quietly, inching her body a little closer to his, wrapping her leg over his hip comfortably whilst he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"My three pairs of jeans, my one pair of shorts and my four t-shirts?" Punk asked, "Yeah, that will take me a long time to move in."

"You don't want to bring anything else?" AJ laughed.

"I don't have anything else." Punk said, "I'll sell the sofa and TV. You got a perfectly good one here."

"You don't own anything else apart from the clothes on your back?" She smiled.

"I have a box with documents. Birth certificate and stuff. Apart from that… I came here with pretty much nothing." He said, "Didn't you?"

"Yeah, I suppose I did. I guess it was just so long ago that I've forgotten." She admitted.

"This apartment is a bit girly, though." He said.

"Girly?" AJ shook her head.

"Lots of floral stuff and candles. And what's with your love of granny blankets?" He asked.

"Granny blankets?" AJ laughed.

"Yeah, you got tons on the sofa. These ugly, plaid, worn blankets with fringes." Punk said.

"They're second hand and they're beautiful." AJ shook her head, "Most of the stuff in this place I got from a junk yard sale."

"And it all makes sense." Punk nodded as she shoved him.

"You love it. Don't lie." AJ shook her head, leaning in and kissing him softly, rolling over on top of him and taking her tank top off, which she'd slept in.

"Good thing I woke up with a boner." He nodded as she chuckled, leaning down and kissing him again, her breasts pressing against his chest as their kiss went from soft and gentle, to desperate and rough, "Come sit on my face." He told her as she smirked, pushing her shorts and panties down and throwing them over onto the floor.

She began to move her way up his body, but he seemed to get impatient and simply lifted her up and onto his face, causing her to grab hold of the headboard to steady herself as she felt him part her folds with his tongue and eat her like it was his last meal.

"Fuck." AJ gasped, her body shivering at the feeling she'd come to know so well, but still surprised her every time. He gripped her hips to keep her steady, licking and sucking at her clit, sliding his tongue a little further back to her entrance which made her jolt and moan a little louder.

"Got you there." Punk chuckled against her wetness.

"Stop talking." She looked down at him, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pushing his head back towards her sweet spot. He was a good talker, but his mouth was much more talented at other things. In her opinion.

He continued to feast between her legs, gripping her hips tightly as she began to ride his face, rolling her hips back and forth whilst moving her hands back onto the headboard, focusing on nothing but her own pleasure as she felt it building and building.

She came hard, her body shuddering as she gripped the headboard tightly. So tight that her knuckles were turning white as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Fuck." She gasped, trying to find her breath as she began to move down his body, "You were a nobody in high school and you still learned how to eat pussy like that?" She questioned, still feeling light-headed as he chuckled loudly.

"It's always the quiet ones you gotta watch." Punk smiled, kissing her on the mouth whilst rolling them over in bed to where she was now lying on her back with him on top.

She pushed his boxers down with her feet, freeing his hard length which he stroked up and down her wet folds, teasing her for a moment before thrusting himself inside of her, an equal sigh of relief and pleasure escaping both of them as AJ wrapped her legs around him.

"Fuck, I love feeling you inside of me." She moaned as he leaned his forehead against hers. Every time he made that first thrust; it was like the world made sense to both of them. Like their sole purpose on this planet was to be here, with one another.

"How much?" Punk murmured, kissing down her neck as he began to thrust in and out of her, kissing down her neck to her breasts, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking.

"Too much." She panted, the feeling of him sucking her breasts whilst pounding into her making her lose all her mental faculties at once.

"Fuck." Punk groaned, thrusting into her and relishing the feel of her insides clutching around him, like warm velvet, the best he'd ever felt.

"Harder." AJ whispered desperately, loving nothing more than seeing the way he lost all control. Most often than not he was gentle, which she loved so much. But seeing him lose control and take her with so much abandon turned her on so much.

"Get on your knees." Punk said, pulling out of her and leaning back as she smirked and transferred herself onto her hands and knees in front of him, arching her back and leaning her chest and face down to the mattress whilst keeping her rear end in the air for his access.

"Take it." She wiggled her hips from side to side teasingly as he chuckled, gripping her hips and thrusting back into her as she moaned loudly and widened her eyes.

"You want it harder?" He asked her, grabbing a fistful of her hair to pull on as she moaned loudly.

"Yes." AJ moaned, "Fuck." She gasped at the deep thrusts he was making, weakening her knees as she clutched the sheets for dear life.

Punk continued to thrust into her, enjoying the times where she encouraged him to lose all control with her. It was hard not to come straight at the sight of her in front of him, on her hands and knees whilst he grabbed a fistful of her hair.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come." Punk moaned breathlessly, "Fuck." He groaned, feeling himself lose it as he spilled himself inside of her, groaning with every spurt as he slowed his thrusts and let the pleasure overtake him from head to toe.

He pulled out of her once he regained the strength to do so, watching as some of his seed trickled out of her entrance, laughing a little and smacking her ass as she collapsed onto her stomach.

"When you said Sunday is God's Day… you really just meant it was your day, right?" AJ chuckled, watching as he collapsed down beside her.

"Depends on who your God is, baby." Punk nodded as she chuckled, "Did you come there?" He turned his head to look at her, still breathing harshly as she shook her head.

"No, but it's ok." She nodded, patting his chest.

"I don't think so. Turn over." He told her as she moved from lying on her stomach to lying on her back, watching as he moved closer to her and moved his hand down between her legs, parting her folds with his fingers and stroking her sensitive clit as she moaned, "Now I can just watch you." He smirked, leaning down and kissing her neck as she sighed happily with pleasure.