WARNING: mature content ahead. it doesn't cross the line, but it might come close. please, if you're not ready, don't read it. PM me and i'll send you a summary.

also, there's a time jump in this part in case it's not clear in the story. just wanted to make sure that was clear.

2.1

"I…just want…you...to…know that—" he spoke in between desperate kisses on Jude's neck until she interrupted him.

"Tommy?"

He paused for a second, but his head was still lodged between Jude's jaw line and shoulder. "Yeah?"

"Just shut up," Jude commanded, grabbing his hair and pulling his head up until their lips met, their mutual lust taking over all reason.

Stumbling down the darkened hallway, Jude felt her back ram into various objects—tables, chairs, hat stands, she didn't really know or care what they were. She just wanted to get out of the hallway and into a place that was a little more…comfortable, and spacious.

"You do have a bedroom somewhere in this maze of a house, right Quincy?"

Jude could barely distinguish the outline of his smirk as his face hovered a few inches away from her own. "Someone's impatient, hmm?" He teased, slowly sliding his hands down her arms.

"It took us seven years to get to where we are right now, Tommy. Do you really want to prolong it any longer?" She shot back lightly, although her words were actually serious. Patience may be a virtue, but at this point she really didn't give a damn.

In answer, Tommy's hands locked on her waist before he slung her over his left shoulder. Before Jude could even catch her breath, he was practically running through an endless number of doors and hallways before finally halting in front of a pair of double doors. Without the slightest hesitation, Tommy jammed his foot into the doors and they swung open to reveal what Jude presumed to be his bedroom.

A few more strides, and Jude felt herself being lifted from his shoulders and tossed onto the bed. The king-sized bed, of course.

"That better?"

Before Jude had a chance to answer, Tommy was on top of her, reclaiming her mouth after the minute when they were apart. Lord, she'd never realized that a tongue could do so many things. After a couple of minutes of some serious making out, Jude got tired of being on the bottom and flipped the two of them over. Although a bit surprised, Tommy continued to assault her mouth as his hands began to roam her upper body. It wasn't long until he reversed their positions again, effectively putting Jude back on the bottom.

It soon became a game between the two of them, a battle of dominance. Tommy and Jude ended up rolling back and forth, each working to be the one on top, only to be defeated by the other over and over again. And throughout everything, their mouths never detached from each other.

Out of nowhere, Tommy landed on his back against the floor next to his bed with Jude collapsing on top of him as well. Dazed, the two of them stopped kissing.

"Oh my God," Jude managed to get out before laughter consumed her body.

Tommy chuckled slightly too, although he didn't think it was quite as funny as Jude did. He was the one that was on the bottom, therefore being the one to land on the hard floor, where as Jude had him as a nice cushion for her fall. He'd never admit it, but falling off the bed and having her land on top of him actually hurt. A lot.

"I don't think any girl has ever been that eager to leave my bed before," Tommy remarked blandly, watching in amusement as Jude's eyes widened slightly before she burst into laughter again.

She slithered up his body until her lips resided right next to Tommy's ear, whispering, "Well, I don't think I need to tell you that there's a first time for everything."

And with that, she rolled off of Tommy and stood up.

His brow knit together in confusion. "What are you doing? Come back down here; I liked having you on top of me."

"Oh, really?" Jude replied as she raised her eyebrows. "So that's why you were so adamant to be on top a few minutes ago when we were kissing on the bed."

He grinned boyishly, unconsciously endearing himself to Jude even more. "What can I say? I only just recently became accustomed to the idea of being on the bottom after feeling you on top of me."

Jude laughed, her smile lighting up her already glowing face. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal. You can be on top first, but then it'll be my turn. Okay?"

"Fine. Just come back down here already, please?" Tommy begged, although he was truthfully enjoying the view he had of being on the floor below Jude. The angle of her silhouette from the moonlight streaming through the window just seemed to highlight all of her curves even more, making him even more aware of the strain against his jeans.

"Now who's impatient?" she mocked, using his word from earlier in the evening.

"Me. So what's it going to take to get you back down here again?" Tommy asked, honestly believing his body was going through withdrawals for not being in physical contact with her for over a minute.

Jude gave an over-exaggerated shrug, peeking at Tommy over her shoulder. "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling a bit…hot."

"And bothered?" He immediately supplied, already knowing the answer.

"You could say that," Jude said slyly. "But mainly, I just want to get out of these clothes. I feel so…constricted with them on."

Tommy seemed to visibly perk up at her last remarks. "Oh? Do you want some helping taking them off, then?"

"Actually, I'd rather help you with yours, first."

"Is that so?" he asked, wondering when Jude had morphed into such a sex kitten. Oh, yeah—a couple of minutes ago when she had practically jumped his bones as soon as he had unlocked the door to his empty house.

"Mmhmm," Jude answered, nodding her head. "But you'll have to get up first."

Tommy broke his gaze with Jude to glance down the length of his body before finally locking eyes with her once again. "I believe I already am, in case you haven't noticed."

"Believe me, I noticed," Jude said with a laugh, letting Tommy give his ego a bit of a boost; she'd be knocking it down soon enough.

"So what's it going to be, loverboy?" she questioned as her teeth lightly dug into her bottom lip. "Are you going to help me, or do I have to do it all myself?"

"What kind of a gentleman would I be if I refused to offer assistance to a lady in need?" Tommy replied as he picked himself up off the floor.

"You? A gentleman? Ple—" Her playful retort was quickly cut off by his lips at the same time as she felt articles of clothing being removed from her body. The rest of their conversation was forgotten as emotions took over and they let themselves go with the night.