Author's Note:
This story involves my OC Tommy Wolff and AJ Lee; a detailed character profile for Tommy will be uploaded sometime in the near future for anyone who would like to know a little more about his character. Any comments, questions, concerns? Just write them in a review and I will do my best to answer them all. Hope you enjoy :)

Warning: Explicit sexual content.

Perhaps another time would have been ideal. Perhaps it would've been more convenient for me to have come at a different time. However, at the time it was what felt right.

The Chevy bounced as I neared the ranch and I remembered how it had felt driving down this same path so long ago, except at that time my heart didn't feel like it did now, kind of like someone had it in their hands and was squeezing it every now and then, effectively prolonging what I knew to be the inevitable. The canopy of trees began to thin out as I approached the white gate to the ranch, slowly bring the truck to a stop and killing the engine. In the distance I could see the dull brown bark with the white doors and several horses grazing about the pasture. A familiar figure stood beside one of the many horses, brushing it's beautiful golden mane; she wore a plaid blouse and jean shorts, her long brunette hair tied back in a loose braid.

I leaned back in my seat and just watched her for a few moments, trying to gather enough courage to get out of the truck. I could feel the pounding of my nervous heart thumping in my throat and suddenly I felt like I had to throw up. I braced myself on the steering wheel and squeezed my eyes shut, heaving dramatically outside the car door, however, my breakfast did not make another appearance. Wiping my mouth with the sleeve of my uniform I inhaled deeply and stepped out of the truck, and as if she had been expecting me, she looked up from brushing the horse as I slammed the car door. I slowly walked towards the gate, unlatching the lock as I had done so many times, and headed towards the barn. She had started to walk towards me too and even from far away I could see the surprise that lingered on her face when she recognized me. She wiped her hands on her shorts and stopped in front of me.

A part of me, the hopelessly in love part, wanted so desperately to run up to her and embrace her in my arms, but just as the temptation arose it faded when I remembered that she had denied me that right long ago, and the part of me that hated her for what she had done prevailed and I just stood there, staring at her. Our time apart had not changed her from what I remembered. She still had her long brunette hair, now swept back in a braid, hair that I so badly wanted to run my fingers through again. Her beautiful face had not changed and she was still as gorgeous as I remembered her to be, though my memories were a pale in comparison to the real thing. I felt an overwhelming ache in my chest as I stared hard into those emerald eyes which had once meant everything to me, which had once held so much love for someone who could not even love himself. They had always bore such warmth and peace and now they no longer glimmered with that sparkle of happiness, instead they were glazed over with sadness and distress, something that made my heart twinge. This was not the woman I had fallen in love with so many years ago, this was not the same woman who, despite all the heartache and sadness she had caused me, I still loved more than anything or anyone.

"Tommy," she whispered as though she was not able to speak my name for it would cause her physical pain. "W-What brings you here? I haven't seen you in years."

I nodded not sure I could speak yet. "My grandmother," I managed to stammer in a feeble voice.

She seemed surprised. "Oh. How is she?" She asked.

I shrugged and shook my head, unable to open my mouth to tell her.

"Oh my gosh. I wish - I wish I could have known earlier," she blurted out, her hand jumping to cover her mouth in what I believed what shock," I'm so sorry."

I shook my head. "It's okay."

And in fact it was, or so I wanted it to be.

Silence settled around us, however not awkward I found myself taking in my surroundings more so than I ever had before while being at the ranch. The barn seemed newer, she had probably refurbished it with her husband and her nephew Robert, that kid had always loved construction and mechanics for as long as I could remember. The ranch house which also lay on the property had been reshingled - baby blue with white trim and a white wrap around porch, I could not deny that the house was beautiful. However, as much as I attempted to distract myself from the situation by scrutinizing the expanse of land before me, I could not avoid eye contact with her no matter how hard I tried to. I felt the hand with my heart squeeze and I felt as though my knees would buckle and I would crumple to the ground when I looked into her eyes. She cleared her throat and looked down at the ground and asked if I would like to come inside. No, was my first thought. I wasn't going to sit there and pretend everything was fine and I didn't want to sit there and make small talk with her husband. I didn't think I could take that, that was too much too soon.

'It's just me," she added in a comforting whisper, as if she had known what I was thinking.

I don't know why and I don't think I could have controlled it if I wanted to, but I found myself nodding, even though I was fully aware of all the pain it would cause me just to sit down across from her. However I think it was a sacrifice I was willing to make if it meant seeing her smile again, the smile that brought me to my knees, especially if it was the last time I would see it.

I followed behind her up to the house. She lead me into the living room and told me to make myself comfortable while she prepared us some drinks. I obliged with a nod however I just sat down stiffly and placed my combination cover in my lap. I felt out of place, like I didn't belong there - like an intruder. I fumbled absently with the tie on my uniform however several pictures upon the mantle caught my attention.

Reflecting back on it now, I painfully wish I wouldn't have looked, but at the time, I had wanted to. I knew what the damned thing was before I even looked at it, but for some reason - perhaps a self-loathing part of me took over - I looked anyway. There she was in all her beauty in a long white dress and a bouquet of flowers grasped in her hands. Her hair was pinned back and she smiled a bright smile, the simple sight of her was breathtaking. I took a breath for I knew I would die if I didn't hold it in, and allowed my eyes to drift over towards the rest of the picture and what I saw, although it just confirmed what I had thought, made me my hands tremble. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach and had been winded. I was so shocked, so broken, that I just barely heard April enter the room and ask me something.

I looked over at her, not bothering to cover up the evident pain and betrayal that was smeared on my face, letting her for the first time, see what she had really done to me, how badly she had really broken me. I suppose the look on my face stopped her from asking me what she had planned to because she just stood there with two glasses of soda in either hand, just staring at me.

The tension which filled the air was tangible and I loosened my tie because I felt suffocated. I jumped back from the table as the soda splashed across the wood and almost onto my lap, April cursed under her breath and began apologizing for her clumsiness as she raced into the kitchen to grab something to clean up the spill. She returned with a rag and quickly apologized even more when she noticed I had a purple stain on my tie.

"It's okay, I'll just go to the bathroom and wash up," I said, standing from my seat, "by the way, you have a little something on your shirt too.'

She looked down at her blouse and smiled an embarrassed smile.

She lead me through the house and upstairs to the bathroom, leaving me to clean myself up while she went into the bedroom to change. I stared at myself in the mirror while trying to aggressively scrub the stain from my tie not even thinking about the fact that she was changing just a mere ten feet from me. I couldn't think straight, all I wanted to do was walk into that room and grab her and kiss her, and tell her how much I still loved her and wanted her. At that moment I caught a glimpse of her bare back and shoulder in the mirror, her long brunette hair flowing down her naked back; she glanced over her shoulder and caught my gaze. My grip on the sink tightened as I tried to extinguish the explosive emotions which threatened to claw their way out of me.

She stood in the bedroom, the one she shared with her husband, but she didn't seem to be thinking about her husband at all. My jaw tightened as I stared at her reflection and my gaze caressed her curves and milk skin. She glanced over her shoulder but looked away and pulled a white blouse over her body. The act seemed so innocent and simple, but I knew. She turned away from me and I quickly pulled my gaze down to the sink.

I grabbed my coat which hung on the towel rack and walked out of the bathroom, she buttoned the last button on her blouse. "I should go," I muttered, pulling my arm through my jacket.

She looked at me, her lips came together in a thin line and she swallowed. "Oh, um, yeah."

There was a tangible tension in the air and we both just stood there staring at one another. Behind her, I could see the backyard, the old wooden swing set we had once swung on together.

The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting

Could it be that we have been this way before

I know you don't think that I am trying

I know you're wearing thin down to the core

My gaze drifted from the window and rested on her immaculate body and the way her brown, luscious hair flowed down her shoulders and the way they covered her cleavage. My breath hitched in my throat as my heart began to thump inside my chest, I could feel it pulsating in my neck; I was so nervous and my hands had begun to sweat. She stared at me with a knowing look upon her face, the look was just that - a look, but between us, it meant so much more than anyone would ever understand. She stepped closer to me and placed her hands on my chest, sliding them up my chest and resting them gently on my shoulders. My heart began to race and I felt dizzy.

Thinking back, I was so blinded by the moment, the way her hands rested on my shoulders and the way her body was now pressed against mine, that I wasn't thinking straight. I would have done absolutely anything for her. I was so pathetically, desperately in love that I wasn't even thinking. She got on her tiptoes and leaned in close, so close I could feel her breath on my lips - the smell of spearmint and sweet pea perfume assaulted my nostrils and right there in that very moment I wanted to ravish her. I wanted to lift her up by her thighs and throw her on the bed and make sweet love to her, whisper sweet nothings into her ear and tell her how much I loved her and how I was falling apart without her. But I was paralyzed. I couldn't even breath with her lips so close to mine, it felt so surreal.

She closed her eyes and I closed my, then I felt the soft flesh of her lips press against mine and I nearly fainted. The kiss sent a shock of electricity through my body and suddenly I found myself holding her hips and assaulting her lips with mine, desperately clinging to her as if this were the last moment I would ever see her. I pushed her up against the wall and pinned her there with my pelvis, as I slowly undid her blouse all the while kissing her neck and shoulders. I had missed her so much. The smell of her perfume, the softness of her tender lips, the way she brushed her hair from her face when we kissed. I missed everything and I was prepared to do absolutely anything to get it all back, even if it was just for one night. One night where I slept beside her, where I laid there with her head on my chest and just listened to the sounds in the night rock us gently to sleep. One night where I could feel her skin against mine just one more time. I wanted to pretend, for one night, that we didn't mess it all up, that she was still mine.

We gotta do it one more time

One night together

One more time, one crazy ride

One more time, on one another

One more time we say goodbye

I was up on the chair in her bedroom with her straddling me, fucking me like a bodybuilder doing push-ups - ten, twenty, thirty...Her breasts - bouncing right in front of my face as I grabbed them - and her face were smear with glistening sweat but it was mine, it poured off of me like a boxer in the seventh round of a fight he knew he'd never win. I kept one hand on the small of her back to steady her, while I ran my fingers through my soaked hair with my other, sweat leaked into my eyes and stung them. But I clenched my jaw and dug my fingers into her hips as she arched back, bouncing and fucking me harder than ever before.

Before she can even react, I've got both my hands on her naked behind and I'm carrying her to the bed, slamming her down, sliding right into her, never missing a beat. She moans, nearly shrieks, as I move into her and I roughly place my hand over her mouth as I begin to kissing and suck on her neck, claiming her as my own prize. I quickly flip her onto her stomach, her behind - so porceline, the color of milk - is in the air. In one smooth movement, I angle my body so that I'm directly behind her, with my fingers firmly gripping her hips, then I hit her - hard. She shrieks, but it slowly turns into soft moans, as I slam deeper and deeper inside with each thrust. I reach around and gently fondle her clit, I suddenly pull out of her and began massaging her from behind, moving rhythmically inside of her, my thumb circling and pressing against her swollen clit...Then I'm back inside of her, for this one last time, this one last night...

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