She jumped on Tommy as soon as they got in the house, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of his jacket before she gripped it in both of her hands and broke it completely, little gold teeth falling to the floor.

"Jesus Vi," Tommy groaned- both over his jacket and at the fact that he was finally getting what he wanted- cupping her beautiful face in both of his large hands and pressing his lips to hers in a bruising fashion. Kissing her, however good it was, wasn't enough for him anymore and he pulled away to tug her hoodie over her head roughly, pulling her hair free from its restraint so that it fell in waves around her face. He leaned down and started nipping and biting at the place were her throat met her jaw, feeling Jen's hands on his face as she pressed her stomach against his.

If he could have died and gone to heaven, he would have the second Jen took him in her hand and squeezed tightly, ripping himself from her grasp in the same moment and hoisting her onto his waist. Tommy carried her up the stairs much like he had when he had first gotten home, knowing that this time he wasn't stopping once he crossed the threshold.

They barely made it to the bed, stumbling there before falling into the sheets, Tommy yanking her pants and underwear off in the same movement, her fingers finding the waistband of his own sweats. She pulled them down as far as she could before shimmying them down with her legs, Tommy finally kicking them away and kissing her like there was no tomorrow. "I need you baby," she breathed, the words barely audible over the rush of blood seeming to roar in Tommy's ears. Jen wrapped a leg around him, holding him against her tightly as he thought of burying himself deep inside of her, feeling her walls closing in around him, knowing that ever piece of her was his and knowing that it would respond to him as no one ever had or could or ever would. His hands, calloused but soft gripped at her hips, tilting them up almost roughly, her nails clawing down his back.

She couldn't seem to catch her breath as he filled her, his completely male grunt almost drowned out in the sound of the headboard banging against the wall- there was permanent divot in the plaster there from years of abuse. Tommy pressed his head to the side of her neck, panting angrily, lost in the feeling of her warmth and tightness- but with the way she was moving underneath him, he had no choice but to oblige her.

Jen felt his labored breathing as he began to move within her, moving her hips upwards again and again in an effort to have him nearer. Her hair was splayed out across the bed around her head in an halo, Tommy thinking of how she looked like an angel, her eyes closed and her lips upturned in a smile. He gave himself to her in the only way he knew how at that moment, seeing to her needs and wanting only to satisfy her, hearing her gasps and muffled cries. He pulled her free leg around his waist as well and raked his fingers down the outside of her muscular thighs, thrusting into her harder and harder. Jen brushed her hand against his bicep while keeping her body in perfect time with his, his hips steady and unhurried.

She would have been a liar to say that it didn't hurt- Tommy was heavier and there was more power behind his hips, his pelvis smashing into hers in a way that could break bones. But she was riding on the waves of pain and pleasure, feeling almost delirious. He pushed them into a deeper rhythm and Jen cried out in a way that made him feel like a man- she couldn't seem to get enough of him and he knew it, her legs tightening around his waist. She smiled before clenching down on him gently, Tommy gasping as he tried to find some traction against the sheets.

"Hold on Tommy," she breathed as he pressed his forehead against hers. "Hold on for me."

He pulled back away from her then and wrapped his hands around her thighs, picking up the pace as the banging of the headboard became more insistent.

They both broke out in a thin sheen of sweat, anytime that Tommy's hips faltered, Jen's there to encourage him on. Her nails dug into his back as he stroked something inside of her that made her see stars, Jen throwing her head back into the pillows as her back arched upwards. His wife held onto him for dear life, panting as he continued to claim her body with his. "Tommy," Jen screamed out, her body tightening up as she came with a shuddering gasp- every part of her trembling. And finally, with that release came the tears that she had been holding back for so long, Jen's hand pressing back against his stomach in a feeble attempt to push him away, her head thrashing back and forth. "Stop Tommy- please God, stop." He couldn't stop though, pulling her hips to his and thrusting so deep that he thought he would break her but he knew it was the other way around- Jen broke something inside of him. His stomach tightened almost painfully as he choked out something unintelligible, coming within her and thinking- much too late- that he probably should have worn a condom. But that didn't matter, not when he collapsed on top of her, all of the tension leaving his body. One of her arms wrapped around him, the other moving in between them as she fumbled with the clasp on her bra and shrugged it off. Her legs slipped from his waist and yet Jen still clung to him, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Did I hurt you," Tommy asked, raising up to look at her, stroking away her tears.

She shook her head and kissed him, "No, I'm afraid that those were happy tears, Mr. Conlon."

They both breathed shakily as Jen stroked the long lines of his back, Tommy inhaling deeply to steady himself. He felt better than he had in more than three years, running a thumb over her swollen lips. "Thank you." Jen smiled at his irrational sentiment, nuzzling his jaw before she patted his cheek lovingly, nodding. "You're welcome," she replied as Tommy raised up even further, wincing. He gently pulled away from her, seeing what looked like a fresh bruise spreading across a place it should never be, Jen shifting her hips. "Shit Jen…" She rolled onto her side and moved back to fit her body into his, "I'm fine Tommy. Just let me get a nap and we'll go another round before we have to pick up the kids. "Sounds good to me," he yawned, his arms coming around her. The two of them stayed like that until they fell asleep, Tommy wearing a shit-eating grin on his face that he hadn't had in a long time.

Tommy pulled up to Shane's school and Jen jumped out immediately, leaving him to follow. The day together had not gone as planned with the two of them being woken up from their nap by a call from the principal saying that their son had gotten into a fight.

"Oh, my God! Shane, what happened," Jen asked as she walked into the front office, her hands flying to her mouth. Tommy rounded the corner to see his wife dabbing at Shane's split lip and swelling cheek, exhaling. "Jesus, kid. You fighting already?" There was another kid sitting two seats down, a lot worse off than Shane was. He glared at Tommy and folded his arms, "My dad could kick your ass!"

"Yeah right, you little shit," Tommy said underneath his breath, seeing the door to the principal's office open up. The woman dressed in a severe grey suit smiled, waving them in while Shane made a face, "I take it you're Mr. and Mrs. Eames?"

Tommy corrected her, pushing Jen into the office as she worried over their kid. They sat down and the woman- Mrs. Shriver, from the nameplate on her desk- folded her hands in front of her, swallowing. "So, you probably already know that Shane and the other little boy, Alex, got into a fight-" Tommy interrupted her, curious as to why they were there in the first place, "Who started the fight and why? Because I know my kid and I know that he wouldn't fight anybody, especially if it wasn't a reason behind it."

She seemed nervous then, clearing her throat before she spoke.

"Its not a secret amongst the kids that Shane was… lacking in a father figure and they picked on him because of it. A lot of our children here come from two-parent families and-"

"Shane comes from a two parent family," Jen said harshly, defending her husband even as she lied. "My husband was overseas in the military, not off being some deadbeat. And so, without you beating around the bush with my kid, I take it that little shit head Alex out there was running his mouth and Shane did was he was supposed to and stand up for himself."

The principal obviously didn't know what she was getting into with Mrs. Conlon, flustered and getting upset, "We are trying to instill good values in the children here- we are a Catholic school after all. And I don't know how that's possible when… Shane is getting bad values at home."

"Excuse you?"

"Mr. Riordan, I know that you hit your wife," Mrs. Shriver finally said, seeming to prepare herself for his anger. Tommy only shook his head, rubbing his jaw, "I fucking told you Jen." His wife looked at their son's principal, holding her abused hands out to the woman before her. "You know I used to be a boxer Mrs. Shriver- my husband's into MMA and we spar. A lot. There is no goddamn abuse going on in our house and I swear that on my life. If its an issue that Shane has had enough of people talking about things they don't know, I'll take him out of school because you're not going to try and punish my baby for things other kids do to him," she said with all the malice in her voice she could muster. The woman seemed shaken but Jen really wanted to scare her, to ensure that nothing would happen to Shane, "But if this can't be resolved- and when I say resolved, I mean disappear- I can get someone to make you disappear Mrs. Shriver. You and this lovely family you have…"

Tommy turned to her as she looked at the family picture on Mrs. Shriver's desk, surprised that she would actually pull the mob card.

"The LaRoccas don't take kindly to people fucking with their family," Jen said quietly, leaning forward and searching her eyes. "Especially when its Shane."

The principal seemed to believe her and nodded, her lips trembling, "Alright Mrs. Eames."

"You have a nice day."

Jen stood fluidly and Tommy followed out after her, eyes glued to the back of her head. He could see that she was seething, taking Shane's hand and storming out of the school building. Tommy kept quiet as they went to get the twins, seeing her hands tighten and loosen on the steering wheel. It wasn't until they were actually pulling into the driveway that he said something, sending the kids in the house ahead of them. "Shane, let me talk to your momma. Take Henry and Dakota in the house," Tommy said, handing him the keys.

When they were alone, he looked at her, "Really?"

"I don't know what I was thinking Tom," she murmured, shaking her head and staring out of the window. "He's my boy and I ain't about to let anyone hurt him because of the choices we made. It wasn't Shane's fault that you weren't there or his mom's a fucking mob princess… but he's getting the backlash. And I will do whatever it takes to protect him from that, even if it means using my name or my fists to do so."

"You're not like other mothers," Tommy said proudly, looking at her. "But still, you're just like every mother…"

She nodded and sighed, "I'm afraid to make a mistake and fuck him up as bad as I am."

"Vi, parenting is just a whole bunch of fucking mistakes. Besides, once he grows up and starts making his own decisions, he's going to make mistakes too. Which fucking sucks, but hey- that's life," her husband replied, chuckling as he thought of all the dumb things he had done and hoping that Shane wouldn't do the same… but knowing he probably would. Jen smirked and met his gaze finally, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Hmm, your words are nice, but you still sound mad baby. Am I in trouble," she asked innocently, sounding more seductive than she should have given the situation. But of course, Tommy fell for it- because he always fell for it- and smiled, leaning in to kiss her, "That you are. Seems like daddy's going to have to spank you."

"We still using the same safe word as always," Jen asked, getting out of the car.

Tommy sat there for a moment longer, grinning to himself as he thought of what the night held, "Pineapples."