Hey everyone, I have a new fun fic for ya. I don't have it all finished yet, but I figured I would go ahead and post some. It started out as a one-shot, but I realized quickly that it was getting waaayyy too long, after I reached 15 pages that is. LOL . So now it'll probably be about ten chapters or so. Here's the first chapter, I guess. Btw, if you don't know the song... I'll try to post a link on my profile if will let me. ENJOY!!

I would also like to give a quick shout-out to my girl Zanne1074. Suzy, girl I luv ya and I appreciate all of the advice and help you have given me!

Now, on to the story...

Behind Every Good Woman by Tracy Bonham

Many muscles has the man
Each one has a reason
Many women felt his hand
Each one trying to please him

"Hey, Tomm...?" Jude started as she walked into Studio A, not bothering to knock before entering. Just as entered the dimly lit studio she looked up from the journal in her hands. "Oh, shit! I'm SO sorry..." She cried as she quickly turned around pulling the door closed behind her. She leaned against the wall, her hand clutched to her chest, desperately trying to catch her breath.

She had stayed late once again to work on lyrics. Big mistake. Lately, it was much too noisy at her house with her father and his latest girlfriend always giggling and making out like horny teenagers all over the place for her get any work done, so she had been continually enjoying the quiet solitude that G-Major at night offered her. She was working on what she hoped to be her next masterpiece when she got stuck on the chorus, something just didn't sound right.

She started to chew on the end of her pencil, trying to figure out what the song was missing, when she heard a crash coming from the direction of the studios. It sounded like cd cases tumbling to the floor, so she wasn't too worried. Although she had thought she was alone in the studio, it wasn't uncommon for other artists and producers to stick around after G-Major officially closed for the evening, getting so wrapped up in their current project that they fail to notice the time flying by.

She looked towards the hallway containing the row of studios and saw a dim light coming from what lately had been deemed her and Tommy's private studio. Darius had been more than pleased with the sales from her last two albums so as her gift, he gave her full reign over studio A to do as she wished. She could record whenever she wanted, not having to wait for available studio time, or she could even try her hand at producing some artists (mainly just their demos though), or even just hang out and write if she so desired. The point was, it was her personal space to do with as she saw fit, so naturally the light signified that Tommy had to be there because she had only given him and SME permission to use it when she wasn't around, and she knew for a fact that Spied and the boys left hours ago to attack the new pizza place down the street. She also knew no one else would dare defy Darius and risk their jobs by trespassing into her personal musical lair.

Finally giving in, and facing the sad truth that she needed his help once again, she slowly rose from the overstuffed sofa in the middle of the empty lobby and reluctantly headed for her studio. She didn't bother to knock as it was her studio, so without bothering to look up from her journal where she was still contemplating lyrics, she barged right on in. What she saw when her gaze finally rose nearly made her eyes pop out of the sockets. There was Tommy, relaxing in HER large swivel chair (another present from Darius), with some bimbo on her knees before him, her head bobbing up and down as she... Well, I'm sure you get the picture.

What amazed her the most was that she was even shocked at all. You'd think that by now she would be used to it. It wasn't the first time that she had walked in on him in such a compromising position, and she knew it more than likely wouldn't be the last.