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The rest was a complete blur. Neither Alex nor Mark felt themselves being separated by the manager and the night guards that he had called for backup. They were oblivious to the cuts and bruises on their bodies. At this point and time the pain could not be felt, the adrenaline was still pumping too hard. Both men strained against the restraining hands and arms that suddenly separated them…

Addison stood to the side in a state of both shock and panic. The pain from her shoulder and arm was making it hard for her to concentrate. She could see that fight through her pain clouded vision (black spots were dancing across her eyes) …she could hear the striking of fist against skin…it made a sickening thud that was clearly audible over the low ringing in her ears. She could even smell the blood and sweat that was hovering in the air.

"Alex, stop," she heard her own voice. It startled her because she didn't even realize she had said anything until she heard it.

"Alex please, he's not worth it."

The moment he heard her voice, Alex's anger was instantly replaced with an overwhelming love and concern. He shrugged out of the restraining grip and rushed to her side. She was incredibly pale and was shaking. Her arm was growing darker by the minute. The bruises looked angry.

"Ma'am," the manager's voice cut through Alex's consciousness. "Ma'am what do you want us to do with this one," he said titling his head towards Mark. "Do you want to press charges?"

"No, no I don't want to press charges. He didn't mean to hurt me. Whether or not you believe it I know that he didn't; I know him."

"Well alright…if that's what you want. Is there anything else that I can do for you? Anything I can get you; doctor perhaps?"

"No I think that we'll manage."

Her voice was strong, but her skin was pale and clammy. She allowed Alex to gently begin leading her to the door. Right before she went into the room she turned. She looked at Mark; he was bruised and breathing hard. His towel was once again snuggly around his hips, but he looked like a beaten man. His shoulders were sagging, his face was a mask of pain, his eyes; it was hard for her to look into those eyes. She had once loved this man and he had done nothing to her except love her…just not the way she needed. It was time to say goodbye, to free herself from him and even though she wanted to, even though she was ready, her eyes still filled with tears and it was hard to keep a steady voice.

"Go home Mark, go home and find yourself. Start over, make a life, be happy. There's nothing left for you here."

"Addi…"

His voice was desperate. When she turned once more Addison saw tears glistening on his cheeks. He whispered her name once more.

"Don't turn away from me…I love you."

"Mark you will always have a place in my heart, but it's not meant to be. Please, please go home.

With that Addison turned into her room. The pain racing through her shoulder was quickly becoming overwhelming. This in addition to the pain in her heart was making it hard to focus. Her breathing was becoming shallow, there was a definite ringing in her ears, the black spots obstructing her vision were multiplying. But before she collapsed, Alex had her in his arms. He carried her across the room and gently laid her on the bed. Just being off of her feet helped Addison to steady her world. Alex laid a cool damp cloth to her forehead and crooned soothing words into her ear as he stroked her hair.

After a few minutes of this, once he saw the color return to her cheeks and saw her breathing slow, he turned her face towards him with the tip of his index finger.

"Addi, I need to set your arm. It won't take more than a few seconds…I know that it hurts, but baby, trust me it's going to hurt a lot worse if we don't go ahead and do it. The longer we wait, the worse it's going to get."

"I know, I'm ready when you are…but please make it quick."

She was putting on a brave front and he loved her even more in this minute than he ever thought he could. The pride that he felt as he watched her stand up to Mark didn't hold a candle to what he felt now. She was amazing and she was his.

"Okay." He placed a quick kiss to her lips and went into the bathroom. He came back with two towels which he proceeded to roll up and place under her

shoulder.

"Okay this is going to be fast and intense, but I promise when it's all over your shoulder will start to hurt less, the throbbing and everything will ebb." He had experienced many dislocations over the years when he wrestled so at least he knew he was telling the truth.

She looked into his eyes. He saw complete trust. She nodded and then squeezed her eyes shut. He wasn't sure there for a second who was hurting worse. He knew that she was obviously in pain, but he was going to have to inflict more and that was tearing him up. He forced himself to quit thinking and then took her arm and gave it a sharp yank and twist. The sound of the bone snapping back into place was just as sickening as it had been popping out. However this time it brought relief. Addison opened her eyes and drew in a deep breath.

"Thanks," she murmured. "It feels better already."

Alex took one of the towels from under her shoulder and cradled her arm with it. He made a sling and tied it around her neck.

"Do you want me to help get you dressed? You're going to need help. Tomorrow I'll get you a real sling, but tonight this towel can do the same trick."

Addison looked at his face. He was saying so much without saying anything at all. His eyes were giving him away. He loved her.

"No Alex, I don't want to get dressed. Just lay here with me. Okay?"

"Okay."

He lifted her just a fraction to turn the sheets down and after getting her situated, he gently climbed over her body to lay beside her. The pillow was cool to his flushed skin. He let his hand travel to lay on her stomach and rest there. The towel that she still had wrapped around her was warm from her body heat. She was so beautiful.

Addison lay there taking comfort in his presence and the feel of his hand on her body. There was still pain in her shoulder and the bruises felt none to good, but the discomfort was beginning to be replaced with another sensation; desire. It was hilarious, here she was all bruised and battered and all she wanted was to feel Alex's hands on her body, his lips on her skin. Just the thought sent her pulse racing.

Alex noted the change in Addison's body. A quick bought of dread sent his stomach churning. He propped his head up on his hand and studied her person intently.

"Addi…Addi does it hurt all that bad? Do I need to take you to the hospital?"

"No…no, it's nothing like that…I just…I…I want you. Isn't that ridiculous? I can barely move and I want you. I need to feel your touch, you skin against mine…I…"

He silenced her with a kiss.

"I don't want you to move. I want that shoulder to get better as fast as it can, but I am more than willing to touch and kiss you. Just stay there."

He didn't move to turn off the lights; he left them on and stood directly in Addison's line of vision where she wouldn't have to move her head to see what he was doing. Slowly, ever so slowly he began to undress.

"Just because you can't touch me back doesn't mean that you are not allowed to look," he said with a smirk. She could see his little cocky grin make an appearance, however this time it did not hold her attention. No, there was too much muscle and skin being brought to light for Addison to even consider that grin.

In just a few minutes he was in front of her in all his naked glory. His shoulders were broad and muscular and sprouted into long, toned arms. His chest was equally impressive and tapered off into a toned waist. His thigh muscles were huge and his calves were beautiful, not to mention his incredible erection. He was a Greek god, from his head all the way down to his feet, and Addison was in awe.

Slowly, ever so slowly he removed the towel encircling Addison's body. It was his turn to gaze admiringly at the smooth, silky skin and long toned limbs.

"You're beautiful," he breathed.

Without saying another word, Alex carefully climbed over Addison to once again lay beside her. However this time he pressed his body snuggly up against hers. His stomach muscles rippled against her lower waist and hip and his erection was firmly resting against her thigh. It was a glorious feeling and Addison was just loosing herself in the glory of the moment when she felt his hand begin to caress her. He started out on her stomach, gently massaging. He soon moved to her breasts where he alternated between rubbing her nipple and cupping her breast. Her breath caught in her throat. It was the sweetest torture. His lips found their way to her neck. He began to nuzzle her gently, leaving a trail of soft kisses all the way down to her collar bone all the while his hand made its way to her other breast and once again alternated between slight tugging and cupping. A moan escaped her lips and Addison began to move her pelvis. Alex quickly pressed his hand to her lower belly.

"Don't move," he whispered.

His hand slid lower and rested on the top of her public bone. It remained there for a few minutes before his fingers dipped into the space between her legs. Gently, he separated the soft skin with his fingers and began to explore. Addison's breath caught in her throat and she could feel Alex getting harder and warmer. He was growing against her thigh. This in itself seemed impossible, but she didn't think about this for very long because his fingers began to move, caressing her, circling her. He teased and taunted until Addison couldn't stand the exquisite pain. It was too much. With a moan she thrust her hips against his hand.

Instantly she regretted this because pain shot through her shoulder forcing her to lose some of the edge of her pleasure.

"Addi, be patient, I promise you…"

He didn't finish his sentence. He built her back up. She lay there helpless against the onslaught of sensation to her body. Her breath was coming out in short pants. She needed the release, moan after moan purred in her throat and just as she was sure she was going to split in two, Alex stroked hard and fast finally pushing Addison over the edge into the depths of pleasure.

It was as she was coming back to earth that she registered the sound of Alex's labored breath. It was hitting her neck in warm waves. She released her grip on the sheet behind his back and brought her hand to rest on him. Slowly, delicately she ran her hand up and down the side of his shaft. She couldn't get a true grip, but she could caress him into orgasm. It didn't take more than a few soft strokes. He had already almost been there just watching her.

They lay there; content to just be in the aftermath. It certainly hadn't been the night that either had dreamed of, but in its own way had been even more special. They had connected mind, soul, and body to bring about beauty after so much ugliness.

To Be Continued….