Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT. Reviews and such welcome ;)

Part Two

She heard a loud knock at her door and went to open it. It was 10pm kind of late for anyone to come by. Tommy came barging in almost pushing her out of the way. She just looked at him in puzzlement. She could count on one hand the number of times he had been over here in the 3 years since she had moved in.

"Why would you choose some random stranger to have a baby with? That's just stupid Harrison." He barked. Apparently Sadie had told him, even when Jude had told her not to. Now he was standing in her apartment yelling at her.

"I'm allowed to be stupid Quincy. I'm just a kid remember?" She was mocking him. At 22 she was the same age as him when he had said those words to her. 'You're just a kid.' That was the first excuse of many that he had used, to stay away from her. Even back when she actually had been that kid she had known the truth. He was scared of her, of what they were to each other, of actually being happy. Then he had chosen her sister and her sister loved him. After what their parents went through she would never do that to Sadie. She would never make him realize what she really meant to him.

"Why not me?" She froze at his words, thinking she must be in some kind of whacked out nightmare.

"Are you crazy Quincy?! You're my brother-in-law!"

"And you're my best friend." She was so tired of the sweet things he said to her.

"Just go home Tommy. It's late."She said tiredly. He grabbed her upper arms forcing her to look at him. Them touching, was always a bad idea she knew.

"Why are you doing this Jude?" Because I'm tired of being all alone, without you.

"I want to have a baby. Is that so hard to understand?" His hands gentled on her arms without him really noticing and he began to absentmindedly run them up and down her skin. She drew in a sharp breath at his touch. She had always avoided physical contact with him for this very reason.

"Why now?" She lowered her head shaking it.

"Quincy you better go." He put his hand under her chin and tilted it up to face him. The look in her eyes stunned him for a moment. He hadn't seen it since she was 16, right before she had left for her first tour. It was the night he had chosen Sadie. He had convinced himself back then, that it was just a teenage crush. But her eyes had said much more that night.

She tried to turn her face away, but he held her chin in his fingers. He leaned forward, his mouth a scant centimeter from hers. "Don't." She whispered, feeling his breath on her lips. If he touched her, really touched her, all the pretending she had done these last 6 years would be for nothing. He let go of her chin, but she couldn't seem to move away. When she finally tried to back up it was too late. He had the back of her head cradled in his hand as he pulled her into him. His mouth came down on hers, in hunger that had been suppressed for too long. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom.

He dropped her onto the bed and slid between her legs. Their lips and tongues danced with an almost angry passion. She had a grip on the edge of his t-shirt and he helped her pull it over his head. She reached for her own tank top and her breasts were bare to him. He lowered his mouth to her nipples, sending shots of pleasure through her body. He pulled her shorts and panties down her slim hips throwing them onto the floor. His jeans and boxers soon followed the pile on the floor.

He was usually a very generous lover, but she was too much. Once he placed his fingers against her heat, knowing how wet she was for him drove him over the edge of sanity. He shifted her hips on the bed and placed her legs around his waist. She pulled his head down to hers and as their lips collided he enter her with a single thrust. She was tight, warm and wet and he could feel a primal instinct he had never known take over. He claimed her with every thrust, every touch, every bite and kiss. She was his, had always been his. As he felt the ripples of her muscles, his own pleasure started to rise and he couldn't stop as he felt her orgasm push him over too. He collapsed on top of her unable to move. He finally rolled off of her, their hips still touching. They were silent as the world came back into focus. He looked over at her devastated, the sweat starting to cool on their naked bodies. Their eyes met and he could tell she had knew exactly what he was feeling.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"You knew Tommy. Deep down you always knew." He bent his head, ashamed that he could have denied something so real. They belonged to each other.

"Yeah..." He reached for her, but she rolled away and stood up. She reached for her robe and belted it around her slim frame.

"You need to go."

"Jude...No..."

"I swore I would never do this to Sadie. She doesn't deserve it." He flinched at the mention of his wife.

"Jude I lo..." She held up her hand.

"Don't say it. It doesn't mean much coming from you." She lied.

"How can you say that?" He thought he could actually see her defenses rebuilding.

"It's nothing...Just...go. It's late. Sadie's probably worried about you."