Tired

He nodded and kissed her forehead. "Good night."

She was out like a light.

Later that morning, Lacy was the first one up and moved carefully out of bed to not disturb Punk. She went to the bathroom to take a shower to clean up, and found that her muscles were more sore than they were the day before, but, well.. she had a good time. Of course, she had marks from the night before but she didn't regret them. It'd be fun to explain to the makeup artist at the bikini photoshoot, though.

She got out of the shower and put on a hotel robe, heading back into the room to find something to wear when she passed by a mirror and stopped to inspect her body in the mirror.

Punk reached for Lacy and noticed that she wasn't there, so he looked around for her. He saw her by the mirror so he threw on some boxers and headed over towards her. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist. "Morning." he said as he kissed her cheek.

"Hi," she said as she still inspected herself in the mirror. "Do you think I should get a boob job?"

"...what the fuck? No." he said. "Why?"

"With all of these photoshoots I'm doing now I feel like I should.. I don't know, balance out." she shrugged gently. Being around all of the girls at her recent photoshoot was starting to get to her.

He shook his head and rested his chin on her shoulder. "I think you're perfect. Seriously. If I wasn't with you, I'd still think you have the most perfect tits I've ever seen. You're all natural and that's a turn on. These other chicks or whatever are plastic." he frowned. "Their shit will pop one day and they'll have to be out there wrestling with one boob." he snorted.

She laughed a little at that and continued to look at them in the mirror. "You seriously think I don't need anything? I dunno, sometimes I don't think I fill out the outfits on these shoots like I should, meanwhile these other girls are just looking gorgeous."

"They're gross." he frowned. "I don't think you need any work done. You kill yourself enough with the workouts you do and for a woman who had four kids, you're in great shape."

"Could be in better shape though, right?"

"If you want to look like a bodybuilder then yeah, but ew." he said. "You're fine how you are right now."

"And you're not just saying this because you got laid last night?" she chuckled.

He chuckled. "Absolutely not. I promise."

She went to close her robe. "Well.. okay."

He chuckled. "I don't know why you're always so hard on yourself." he said as he brushed her hands away and ran his hands over her stomach.

"Because my body is how I get work. If I don't look the best then I don't get jobs, which means I don't get paid, which means I don't have money." she chuckled as she watched his hands in the mirror.

"You don't need the money." he said. "I've got plenty. I just don't want you overworking yourself to the point where you pass out or something. All because of the pressure on you and your body." he said as he kissed her neck and brought his hands down to her hips.

"I know I don't -need- the money, but I like working." she said. Don't think she didn't notice his hands go lower.

"I understand." he said. "Just consider easing up on all these shows though." he told her.

"Well on top of the dates I already had, I'm working your appearances too because your leg needs a break and I'm doing the photoshoot stuff."

"I should be good to go by the beginning of next month, so you won't have too many of my shows." he said.

"The doctor said rest, you." she said. "Unless you want another surgery."

"Lace." he pouted and ran his hands down the side of her legs.

"Touch me all you want, the doctor said rest." she chuckled.

"Stupid doctor." he joked.