A/N: Don't shoot me Boris. I know this isn't Chuckie and Angelica but I could not help myself and decided to dedicate a Tommy and Kimi to you. Thanks for being patient kitten. I hope you love it. I actually enjoyed this myself.

To the rest of my kittens, you know you all are AMAZING and I hope you enjoy. This is a one-shot but I am thinking of expanding it into a story. Not sure so I want to know what you all think. I have had a few PM's that want a Tommy background story since all my stories have him as a misogynistic whore. Anyhoo, see you all soon! And as always, thank you for enjoying my twisted, dark fantasies. -SP

Chapter theme song: 'Opposites Attract' by: Kendrick Lamar

Tommy

"It's rolling."

She blushed, turning bashful as I dimmed down the lights into a flickering glow amongst the smooth candlelight. I glanced down at her beauty, marveling at her elegance and grace juxtaposed against her sinful nudity. She noticed me staring, snatching the silk sheets of the bed to shield her small yet pert breasts. "Tommy, don't stare."

"Why not?" my voice was low, lustful even. I removed my t-shirt and began snaking my hands around the buckle holding up my pants. She turned away again. "You are gorgeous, Kimi."

She bit her bottom lip. "I'm not another one of your conquests, Tommy Pickles. I don't need you to flatter me or butter me up to get my legs open okay?"

I let out a low sigh, smiling lightly. Kimi would never be just another conquest for me; she was always, will always be more than that to me. She is not only my friend, but secretly the woman I have fallen madly in love with over the years. Since we were just kids, too vain to begin to grasp what the word "love" is, I have always had feelings for Kimi Finster. I had a small crush on her that dwindled off and on throughout our middle-school years that morphed into love and infatuation entering near adulthood. Now, we were in college, on separate paths with hers eventually leading to a stage in Manhattan as I was destined to root myself in Hollywood after graduation. Our time together was limited, days numbered that neither one of us wanted to acknowledge. I was entering my last year at Flint and she was getting callbacks for auditions across the country with hopes of landing at least one of them.

I stepped towards her and allowed myself to tilt her chin up to face me; her eyes glossy from emotions that were brimmed from the alcohol we had shared at the club. She was trying to get over Adam, her now ex-boyfriend of three years, and I was growing tired of the faceless women. Only Chuckie knew why I bedded women without even daring to ask their first names. My mother had an affair a few years back that my father doesn't know about. I caught her one morning when my father was out of town for some entrepreneur workshop in Chicago in the kitchen with a male 'friend' of hers. Dil was at summer school and I was headed to the java lava for an early shift I switched with Chuckie. I never brought it up to anyone, not even my mother, since the incident had happened; but it ignited something inside of me. I felt betrayed, lonely, and deceived by not just my mother but all women in general.

My parents were the 'ideal' couple to my friends. Uncle Drew cheated on Aunt Charlotte, Kira was secretly cheating on Chaz for a few months until her conscious caught up with her, and Betty had a record of being domestically abusive towards her family. I was the one that had the 'perfect' family that had it all together. My parents were the inspiration to Kira stopping her soon-to-be affair with a doctor she met online to go to couples therapy, Betty seeking anger management classes to rebuild her marriage and her relationship with Lil, and even Uncle Drew beginning to try to build some sort of friendship with Aunt Charlotte. No one knew my mother stepped out on my father and if they did, the only thread holding the toxic fabric of lies centered on all four families would loosen and unveil a Greek tragedy. I was in no mood to be the antihero.

I pressed my lips against hers; running my hands through her long, raven hair to the core of her spine. I traced the outline of the small tattoo of a butterfly perched against the branch of a cherry blossom tree on her lower back; pushing her against the nest of pillows scattered with the muffled cries of red rose petals. Unlike all the other times I been in this room, I never once lit a candle, bought a single rose, let alone bought expensive silk sheets from the fancy department store up north. No, not one woman I have slept with in the five years I have made a living of manipulating the hearts and minds of young women has been worth half this much. Kimi was different.

"You were never a conquest."

"What makes me any more different than the woman you were with last night, Tommy Pickles?"

Everything.

I chose not to answer in words. Kimi was more of a 'show me' type of woman that I could respect since actions spoke a hell of a lot louder than some generic hallmark crap. I kissed her again, this time fully pushing down my jeans to land on the side of my bed. I gently removed the silk sheet that separated us to place small, featherlike kisses against her supple skin. I could tell she had to mentally tell herself to breathe. I watched her close her eyes, purple and black nail polish getting lost in my hair with her grip tightening. Kimi was a virgin and part of me did not want to defile her of her chastity but the other side of me knew that no man alive could love Kimi Finster the way I love her…how I have always loved her.

At some point I guess she felt the same and caught onto my feelings some years ago. We tried the flirtatious, beating-around-the-bush dating thing but out of the risk of losing not only my friendship to my best friend, I did not want to risk marring the foundation we had established. If nothing more, Kimi was always and forever going to be one of my closest friends. I had to keep telling myself that this was something we both wanted; that her breakup with Adam and my questionable psyche was something we both needed to escape from for the evening. If we were to wake up in the morning and regret any of this…anything at all…we could blame it on the alcohol. It was a cliché and overly used but I knew she was feeling the effects of a half bottle of vodka and shots of tequila. Me on the other hand, I had a higher tolerance but she was never going to know that.

I glanced at the red light of my camcorder mounted against the stand at the front of the room. Kimi insisted we record this night against, ironically, my better judgment but I agreed. Unbeknownst to be, it turned me on. I wanted to not only show her, but myself how much she meant to me and even if I was never allowed into her heart again, at least I would know I gave her my all.

"Tommy." She whispered, planting small kisses on my ear. "Why did we never date?"

I constantly asked myself that question all the time. Kimi Finster was the only woman alive that made my heart swell. I have been with dozens of women, almost a hundred actually, and I am not even twenty-one yet. I have had women pleasure me without anything in return in tenfold to that number but Kimi was the only one that made me weak. It was not that I did not have anything in common with some of the women. On the contrary, a few of them I could actually see myself in a long-term relationship with if I had given it a fair shot. But there was something about Kimi that made me feel whole.

I grew up with my folks always talking about soul mates and finding your other half that makes you feel complete. Even Saint Augustine viewed the soul as being an infinite thing that was placed on earth to search for its missing half that would eventually give him meaning. Being with Kimi made me feel as if all that was true; I could think a thought and it would come right out of her mouth, I could be myself without any tricks or tales to create some optical illusion I'm not, I could talk to her about anything and everything until we were blue in the face, I could even see myself risking my life for hers and she doing the same if it came down to it. Kimi was and is my other half my soul has longed for….

But I dare not tell her. I am afraid to hurt her…lose her. I can see myself clamming up once entering the relationship; only to lay hands on her, cheat on her, and abuse her love and trust for me in fear of turning out to be another statistic. I grew up surrounded by painful love that I instantly rejected the idea of even wanting it at all. I was terrified of hurting her, breaking her heart and ruining the one soul I knew was truly pure and genuine. I have broken hearts before, feeling a ping of guilt every now and then but eventually the feeling ebbs. If I were to even make the woman that lay before me shed a single tear, my world would shatter and I would be even less of a man that I stand before her. So I choose to keep my feelings unknown, masked by raw, lustful intentions in the waves of adulterated pleasure. It's better this way.

"I love you, Kimi Finster."

"Don't say things you don't mean, Tommy Pickles." Another moan. "I'm already in your bed. No need for the extra."

I smirk, traveling to dance my lips across her navel. She catches her breath in her throat. If only she knew…

That is exactly why…

She says she loves me…so she clings to me even though I want to be left alone