Kimberly had just sat down on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, intent on watching the girliest movie she could find, when the doorbell rang. She hit the pause button on the remote and walked over to the door. Who the hell is ringing Trini's doorbell and 10:00 at night, she thought before looking through the peephole to find Tommy standing on the stoop, looking very uncomfortable. What the fuck? she thought, her heart starting to beat faster.

"Hey," Tommy said after Kim opened the door. "Can I come in?" he asked sheepishly.

Kimberly didn't say anything, but moved aside to let him in. Once she had shut the door, she looked at Tommy questioningly.

"Um, yeah," Tommy started before gathering up the courage to ask his next question. "Do think I could crash on the couch here tonight," he timidly asked.

Kimberly's eyes widened. "Here?" she asked. "Why here, I mean, you're supposed to, I mean I thought you were staying at Jason's," she stuttered out. Why do I keep getting so tongue-tied lately, she thought, then looked at Tommy's hopeful expression. Stupid question.

"I am," Tommy replied, receiving another questioning look. "Or, I was before he and Trini started going at it like rabbits, very loud rabbits, in their room which is oh-so-conveniently located next to the guest room."

"Gross," Kimberly spat out, shivering again at the thought of what was taking place between her best friends.

"Very," Tommy agreed. "I couldn't take it anymore so I went to the Angel Grove Inn, but they're booked and the nearest hotel is 25 miles away. So I figured I'd see if you wouldn't mind letting me take the couch in exchange for me making breakfast," he said.

"Deal, but I'll make breakfast, you clean. Trini would kill me if I got food poisoning before the final fitting," she joked, taking a seat back on the couch.

"Hey, be fair," he joked back, taking a seat as well on the other end.

"I am," she laughed. "You can't cook, Tommy. I remember the last time I had your cooking, when you tried to make me breakfast in be..." she cut herself short. You idiot, she scolded herself, looking down at her lap.

"Kim," Tommy said in a serious voice. She kept looking at her lap. "Kim, look at me," he tried again.

Kimberly looked up slowly, her eyes meeting his, causing her breathing to slow. "We need to work this out, once and for all," Tommy said.

Kimberly nodded and looked down again. "I know. I know we do. Every time we think we've gotten past it, something like this happens. I'm getting tired of it. I just want us to able to talk without having to walk on eggshells, like normal friends do."

Tommy sighed deeply, causing Kim to look up, her face pulled into a hopeful expression. It was now or never. Just tell her. You've held it in long enough, he told himself.

"Kim, maybe that's the problem. We're not normal friends. We have a history, a past that neither of us can seem to let go of. At least," he looked at her. "I can't seem to let go of."

"You can't?" she asked hesitantly.

"No, Kim, I can't." He stood up and shook his head, this was it, no turning back. "Look I've tried to let it go, pretend I didn't care, move past it. But I can't, not anymore, not now." He sat back down, this time next to her and put his hand on her knee. His heart felt like it was going to burst through his chest being this close to her, touching her. "We were kids, Kim. Hopelessly in love, but we were still kids. We never had the chance to try. But we've grown up, we've lived and we know what the world's like. We know now what's fake and what's real," he took his other hand and lifted it up to cup her chin. "And I've never found anything as real as you, Kim," he finished, almost in a whisper.

His chocolate brown eyes met hers, honey-colored and misty. "Tommy," she whispered, before reaching up to cup his cheek, bringing their faces closer. He didn't hesitate before leaning down to kiss her, their lips meeting for the first time since their last bittersweet kiss all those years ago. They both almost gasped at the feeling of it, being connected like this again. The kiss deepened, Tommy's tongue lashed out to seek entrance and Kim's mouth opened to oblige. She curled both her arms around his neck as he wrapping his arms around her torso, pulling her so close they could feel each other hearts beating erratically in their chests. Their tongues danced with each other until they both broke the kiss, the need for air too great to continue. They stayed, millimeters from each other face. "Wow," was all Kim could breathlessly get out. "Yeah," Tommy agreed in a whisper before bringing his lips to meet hers again. Over and over their lips met as they leaned back, caught up in the passion they had been denied for almost a decade.

Again they broke apart to breathe, the top half of Tommy's body resting on Kim's. He looked into her eyes, full of need and wanting. "You're so gorgeous, Beautiful," he said before she grabbed his head and pulled it to hers in a fiery kiss.

Their hands roamed each others bodies, making each other gasp and sigh with pleasure until Tommy pulled away ever so slightly and looked down at the women he'd always loved. "Are you sure about this?" he manged to ask huskily.

She could only nod before leaning up to kiss him again. He felt her lips smile against his. They were finally here, about to make love, right were they both belonged.

A/N: This is one chapter I won't apologize for being short. I felt the need to end it here, and leave the rest up to your imaginations. Emma