Rampaige. [Editing]

My Punk

Author's Note:

Fast lane tonight, who's excited?! ;)

LETS GO PAIGE & DEAN!

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Thursday, June 12: Orlando, Florida - Paige's apartment

(Later that evening)

PAIGE POV-

Phil tells me everything that came about in his encounter with AJ. I'm shocked to hear she was so upset, to the point where she didn't even want to fight for him.

She let him go, just like that. I thought she would've at least made a plea.

So then it's final: Phil and AJ are getting a divorce. I wrap this around in my mind and return to the source at fault, myself.

"Paige, none of this is your fault. It's mine, I came up and fell in love with you first."

We're sitting on the couch, the same couch that started a heated makeout session just a few days ago. "Yeah, that's your fault for loving me. And mine for letting you."

"Hey, but how are you feeling about it?"

"I don't know... there's too much going on at once. Like, I'm relieved that we get to be together. But then, I'm incredibly ashamed to cause pain to another person who did nothing to me."

He puts his thick arm around my shoulders, we lean back on the furniture. "Don't worry about AJ, she's a strong woman. All we can do now is move on now."

"I know, it's the only choice anyway."

He pinches my chin and turns my head towards him. His eyes look so worn and tired, eyelids nearly drooping.

"We're free. You're mine and I'm yours," he quietly says, then grins.

"So perfect..." I reach up to his cheek, which is growing a scratchy 5 o'clock shadow.

"I love you..." he pulls from behind my ear, leaning in.

I drop my eyelids closed along with my jaw and I let him kiss me.

The urge to smile is too heavy and under his mouth, that's what happens. I try to relax for this moment but the joy is too much to resist. We cease for a second.

"...What is it, babe?"

"I'm just...too happy." My cheeks are getting sore from the smiling.

He gives one back, "Yeah? Well how about this?"

His hands jolt into my ribs and starts tickling the abdomen. The feeling forces me to lose control and I lie down backwards, laughing my arse off. I'm trying to cover my body but he finds ways to maneuver to the sides and stomach. Not a lot of people know I'm ticklish, unless they tickle me, but nobody is allowed those privileges. The light feeling radiates through every muscle.

He hovers over me and ends the tickling. Once I calm down and recollect my senses to look at him, he drops down and tackles my neck with his lips, "Rahhh!" It still tickles and my giggling reaches an uncontrollable level.

He stops as we now lie on the couch. Punk's arm is around my midsection. He peeps his head from behind mine and pecks at my cheek, "I like this position. I get to be the spoon."

I laugh, again, "What if I want you to be the fork?"

"I'll be the knife..."

"Babe!" I slap his arm with a free hand.

He chuckles, "Well I'm freakin tired. Can we just...sleep like this tonight?"

"Phil, how about getting ready for bed?"