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"Sometimes, it's like you look right through me." Lucia confessed Tom as they laid in bed, she shivered in pleasure feeling his calloused hand slide up the soft curve of her back.
"Sorry, I didn't realise." He lied, his life as he knew it had disintegrated when he walked away from the Navy. He'd packed up the kids and moved to Greece, he worked random jobs and fought in illegal fighting comps. The beauty of their location was that no one recognised who he was and the rare few who did recognise him; didn't care because he was no longer Navy.
Lucia didn't know his past, and she didn't care either. She only cared that they had sex and he kept fighting. She loved watching men beat the hell out of one another. She was like everything else in his life a passing interest in blocking out his demons and being selfish for his own pleasure.
He only needed to care for his kids, they mattered. Everything else was just a necessity or something he didn't have to emotionally invest it. Lucia and he had sex and enjoyed one another's company but it was all superficial. He liked it that way, he didn't love her, he wasn't responsible for her and thus when they eventually parted ways it would be easy and wouldn't hurt.
"Where do you go in that head of yours?" Lucia asked as she propped her head up, her long brunette hair skimmed over the soft skin of her shoulder and back. She was a pampered rich woman slumming it with him. At least that's what she knew, she had no clue that he was practically American Royalty thanks to his work in helping Dr Scott find a cure.
Memories of that time filtered through as he wondered the what if's of if he'd just asked Rachel into his room. Would they have been like this right now if she had lived. Would her skin be just as soft and warm to the touch- He pushed the thoughts away as they usually led to Sasha, a place in his mind he refused to go. But he did acknowledge that he had a type. He didn't ignore the physical similarities between Lucia, Rachel and Sasha. Beautiful, strong, bull headed, intelligent, long haired brunette women.
"Nowhere I want to stay too long." He assured her, letting her know that right now his focus was on them. His eyes meet her whiskey brown eyes. She gave a sly and relaxed smile. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
"If you're worried about my brother then don't be. He doesn't care what we do, as long as you keep fighting and winning." She assured him, she moved a hand brushed a gentle thumb stroke over his bruised cheek. He winced at the slight pain, but at the same time relished the existence of pain as it made him feel alive; just like the sex did.
"Winning pays the rent and fighting is the only thing I'm good at these days." he told her, he made majority of his weekly pay packet from beating other men to a pulp. He needed to get out of his head and Lucia seemed to sense it as a salacious smile spread across her lips.
"I wouldn't say it's the only thing." She teased as pulled the covers up and straddled him. Tom smiled as he drank in the sight of her, her long hair draping over her torso like she were a beautiful Greek Goddess.
"Ok, there are one or two things that I'm good at." He conceded in a self effacing manner as he pushed up and cupped the side of her face with one hand. He brought her lips to his into a smooth, controlled and skilled kiss. There was no urgency as they'd long spent the adrenaline of his post fight win, this time here was just for relaxation. As always, just for his pleasure as he'd make them both feel good.
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The End