Lena ran her fingers into his hair, held the back of his head as he buried his face into her sex- she didn't know how much she could take, she was so sensitive from his first attack. She tried pulling him up, but he pushed her hands away. She tried breaking away from him and he just pinned her to the bed so he could keep eating her alive.

"No no no," she heard him mumble, and his fingers were inside her, pushing, sliding, stirring inside her like she was a bowl of cake batter. She thought she was going to scream, her body was lifting off the bed despite all the strength he was using to hold her down.

"Tommy…Tommy…" she was on the verge of hysteria as despite herself she was coming- her entire body caught a flash of lightning that surged through her for what seemed an eternity, and she didn't ever want it to stop. When Tommy finally came up he was wet and breathless, ruddy and hard for her. He threw her legs apart to crawl in between, running his tongue up her sternum to bite at her neck.

"I missed your little juicebox," he growled in her ear, hoisting her legs up to slide in slowly, filling her completely. "Ahhhh…."

Lena's eyes rolled in the back of her head- she was overwhelmed by him, he was so very strong, big in her arms, wide inside her, wet all over, his muscles flexing against her. And when she looked up into his eyes, his face…she felt all her insides exploding into a million butterflies in a downpour of rain.

"Tommy, Tommy…" she cried his name breathlessly, straining against him and pulling him tight at the same time. His thrusts into her were short, fast and deep, and he rose up to watch her face as he did it, smiling at her expression. Her hands clawed at his chest, his ribs, her fingers sliding along wet hard muscles.

"Are you gonna come again for me, Lena?" Tommy's voice was the mean growl that made her shiver.

"Tommy, I don't know if I can-"

"Oh yes, yes you fucking are…I'm not quittin' until you do." He was still pumping her body but not hurting her, and she could feel the wetness running down onto the bed beneath her. She arched her body against him, burying her face into the mess they made of his pillows, and Tommy ran his hand along her stomach, her breasts- she was as wet as he, his sweat was all over her. His hand grasped her throat lightly as he kept up his rhythm, he used her collarbone as an anchor to continue his assault. Lena's hands closed around his hand and she cried his name as she got closer to his demand, she held her legs up and he caught them to steady them against his chest, rising up to dig deeper into her. Lena couldn't stand it, she opened her eyes to see her own long legs against his tatted chest and belly, his shadowed face just barely visible, enough that she could see his expression of ecstasy barely contained.

"Oh Tommy don't stop PLEASE-" she exploded around him, he was thrusting and twisting inside her and she couldn't hold in her wail. She came and came and couldn't believe it as it was happening, she thought she was going to die it was so strong, and the phospenes exploded in her eyes, her mind was alight with electricity as Tommy pounded her nonstop into endless pleasure.

She opened her eyes to him coming apart, his body trembling and falling over her as he caught himself on his palms, barely pulling out in time as he crushed her, groaning and shaking against her.

"Tommy," she whispered, holding his wet face, pulling him to her to kiss him, sucking the sweat off his jaw as her kiss moved sideways so he could breathe. "I missed you so much."

He fell back next to her, trying to catch his breath. "I was losing my fuckin' mind Lena…I was glad I was gonna have a fight…just so I could work some of it out. Needed you…" He grabbed her hand that was caressing him and kissed it, rested it on his chest. "How the fuck did you manage this?"

Lena rolled onto her side to look at him, smiling at him. "Well…I had some help. Colt gave me the address, me and Vince did the rest."

Tommy stared at her blankly, she couldn't tell what was going on. She thought then he should have played poker, not fought MMA. He could kill with one look, and perplex with the next.

"How long do I have you?" was all he asked, that voice that she loved sounded so much better in person.

"Six days."

"You think you're leavin' me?" Tommy rounded on her, easily coming up on his side and then pinning her to the bed. "You can't go." He started kissing her, softly and sweetly. "I have you now," he whispered. "You're mine."

Lena shivered again. Her body rattled against his and his lips curled in a half-smile.

"Yeah…you should be scared." He laughed softly. "No really. I can't let you leave."

"Tommy…shut up and kiss me." She pulled at his lips with hers, she could get his bottom lip in her mouth and suck and it was like both of hers put together.

He was so hungry for her that he obliged her, his body sliding against her-she tried to grip his shoulders and found the thick wall of trapezius muscles that led to his thick powerful neck. There was so much more of him. She dug her nails gently, broke from the kiss to suck and bite on his neck, his skin, all the muscles that got in her line of kisses and nips. Tommy sighed as she kissed, gasped when she bit, his hands grabbing her to him so he could press his hips against her.

"I have to be somewhere soon…" his voice was a breathless whisper. Lena was rolling over on top of him so she could finally marvel at his hard work.

"Oh my God…Tommy…" she ran her hands over his biceps as she smoothed her face against his wide broad pectorals, his cut obliques, the ribbed belly-then the smooth plane of his lower abs, a flat tight wall with the tickling hair that led to his sex. But he was pulling her up before she could do anything.

"Hey…that's not fair," she protested, pouting against his mouth that sucked her up.

"Can't…have to shower and go to this fuckin' lunch thing with Colt and the UFC suits, then to the gym."

"Ugh. Tommy. What am I gonna do while you're gone…"

"You could go swimming. Or go into town, I dunno…it's a vacation, right?" Tommy smiled crookedly. He was so handsome, his angular face was carved from stone, warm now and looking at her softly. If anyone had told her three months ago that any of this was going to happen she would have been in hysterics.

Tommy looked like a panther, a predator. Soft and sweet sometimes, then so feral and dangerous. His dark hair was wet with sweat and his eyes caught the filtered sunlight to glow at her, blue-green-grey. She ran her hands across his face, her fingertips straightening his eyebrows and her palms smoothing against his already stubbly cheeks.

"I'll figure it out, don't worry Thomas Conlon. Just don't be gone too long…I may get lost in the wilderness."

Tommy's eyebrows went up. "I don't recommend that. There's coyotes and javelinas and who knows what the fuck else out there."

Lena laughed. "I'll figure it out."

Tommy kissed her softly. "I still can't believe you're here. Don't go too far..I should be back around 4 or 5. Then we can go out." He started making his way out of bed, and Lena found herself clinging to him. He kissed her hands, winked at her and walked towards the bathroom. She watched his perfect form all the way.

"Damn," she said out loud, and Tommy laughed, closing the bathroom door.

She was drifting off, a lovely peaceful sleep, when Tommy was kissing her awake.

"Hey doll," he whispered, "if you wanna check it all out it should be on ESPN soon."

"What, the press meet?"

"Yeah, everything. You want me to turn it on?"

"Yeah," she said, sitting up. He was dressed up again, this time in a white dress shirt and black slacks. Damn he looked sexy. He turned the TV on and found ESPN-there were a couple of men on the screen talking MMA. Tommy leaned in and kissed her cheek, her mouth.

"I love you little girl," he whispered, his eyes boring into her. "I'll see you in a few hours. Call down to room service when you get hungry."

He stood up straight and waved briefly before he left. Lena sighed heavily and sunk back into the cushy bed. The men on TV weren't talking about Tommy so she started drifting off.

"-Tommy Conlon, the same guy who tore through Sparta six years ago? Isn't he a little past his prime?"

"Well we met with him today and this is what he had to say."

Lena opened her eyes and saw him in his dark red dress shirt at a table with Colt and some other people she didn't recognize.

"I'm back and ready for Sparta 7." Was all he said. The camera caught his angular beauty, not a fighter's face, though now even his features had thickened somehow.

"We caught up with Tommy at the Octagon MMA lab he's been in the last four weeks, see for yourself folks."

There was Tommy in full swing, first beating up the bag, beating the muay thai pads, then sparring with some guy- Tommy was just wrapped with gloves but the other guy had full headgear and body pads on. Tommy hit and hit and hit, and she saw that focused rage again, pure lethal violence in motion.

"I would say he's looking great, wouldn't you?" one commentator asked the other.

"Those bags and pads don't hit back, Alan. Really this guy just got out of the brig in Lejeune, North Carolina. He's got that weak shoulder from Sparta one, when his brother popped his arm out of the socket and damaged his rotator cuff, which required surgeries. He's got way too many weaknesses and not enough fire to get to Sparta much less go through it."

Lena was pissed off and almost shut it off, when the other commentator said, "Let's go back six years to Sparta 1 and see the incredible Tommy Conlon's abilities."

She watched as they replayed snippets of every fight from Sparta that Tommy had fought. It didn't take long, because Tommy massacred every fighter mercilessly. She saw his face, he looked so much younger then, but he never gave interviews or anything that would put him in front of a camera, then he was on the run from the brig chasers then.

Lena knew she should have turned it off when the last fight with Brendan came on-she remembers seeing some of it six years ago. There were the two brothers, going at it, all the anger and hurt bleeding out between them there in the octagon. Lena heard the snap of Tommy's shoulder, she heard his scream-tears filled her eyes as she watched him get up and head in to the next round anyway.

"Didn't they see he was hurt?!" she cried out at the TV. Tommy's shoulder had immediately started swelling and bruising, he obviously wasn't able to use it but he swung and batted at Brendan anyway. The worst part was watching Brendan wailing on his bad shoulder, she could see Tommy's face in one of the shots and she could see the pain was about to break him. But he still wouldn't give up, and Brendan finally had to kick him in the head to get him down, put him in a chokehold that turned Tommy purple, and finally Tommy tapped out.

Lena couldn't hear the annoying announcers anymore, she was crying uncontrollably. She had known, seen this, but…everything was so different now, she didn't want to watch because it was too bloody, and Tommy was so very violent. She couldn't watch then, and now that she saw it she was left breathless with sadness and hurt for Tommy.

"…that was Tommy Conlon's fifteen minutes of fame. We'll see what he's got left in him when he fights Leandro Rivera, see it here on UFC headquarters ESPN MMA Powertalk!"

Lena switched the TV off and fell into bed, hearing the crack and pop of Tommy's shoulder in her ear. She shivered, wept a little more. Tommy just had it bad from the start, his dad an abusive alcoholic, escape with his mother, having to deal with her sickness and death alone, joining the Marines before he was even 18, losing his best friend in a horrible friendly- fire bombing, losing Sparta to his older brother and going to jail… Lena just cried her heart out for him. So much darkness…

She awoke to her cell phone ringing loudly on the nightstand. She looked at the display-Cal.

"Hello?"

"You bitch, you had to go and leave me. There was a fire at Colt's today-"

"What?!"

"It's nothing major. Caught it in time, but fuck! It could've been bad if I hadn't been there. They think it was electrical- I had someone come out to look at the air conditioning unit and they think he crossed a wire or somethin'. "

"Have you talked to Colt?"

"Well yeah, just now. He's calm now, almost hopped a plane home."

"Damn Cal, all you had to do was close it early, you didn't have to try and burn the place down for a day off!"

"Fuck you. You get to go on vacation, me I'm stuck here. Fuckin' sucks. So how's it goin', they comin' back anytime soon?"

"Probably another two weeks."

"SHIT!" Cal yelled into the phone. "What the fuck is going on there Lena?"

"Cal…I am really sorry, but it's Tommy, he has fights lined up and-"

"Yeah I know, been watching ESPN. I got people coming in the office now, I gotta go. Call you later?"

"Yeah, of course."

Cal hung up, and Lena sighed loudly. All she wanted was to see Tommy. Right away.