Lena felt like she waited forever. She showered, dressed in one of the nice dresses she brought with her, heels and flowery print fabric snug on her curves, and chased her features with a little makeup to cover the tear-swollen face she had now.

It was 5:30 when the front door opened, and Tommy shuffled in, dragging a big gym bag in with him. He had on a black tank and grey sweatpants that looked like they were going to burst at the seams with his muscular frame. He was drenched with sweat, and when he turned to look at her she saw he had a black eye and a split bottom lip. She raced over to him and he held his hands up, dropping the gym bag.

"Hold on hold on,"he said, stepping back. "I asked for it. I wanted it. I needed some competition. OK?" He looked at her expression, shock and the apparent need she was fighting back to touch him, reach out to him. Tommy smiled through his pain, his lip was oozing and it hurt, but he didn't care. He took her in, pretty in her dress and heels, dark hair long and half-swept back. "Oh baby. You look beautiful."

Lena coughed, and he swore he saw her tear up as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She held onto him and he embraced her warm little frame in his hard thick arms. She sobbed softly against his neck, and he tried to pull her back to see her face, but she fought him to stay in his arms, her lips against his salty skin, pressed so tight to him that there was no space between them whatsoever.

"Hey," he said softly, stroking her hair. "You OK?"

She shook her head 'no', still not letting go.

"You wanna talk?" Tommy didn't realize he was rocking side to side, soothing her. His blood ran cold when he caught it-something his mom used to do when he was scared, while they were on the run, when she was sick and he was frightened. He didn't stop. She fought against him to stop crying, and he carried her to the bed and set her down on it.

"Tommy," she coughed, clinging to him still. He kneeled at the foot of the bed, and she had her legs around him and her arms around him, she was kissing his wet hair and his forehead, tears falling all over him. "You're my love," her voice a strangled whisper. He buried his face in the bosom of her dress, letting her love him, not sure what was going on but lost for a moment in her desperate need for him.

"Lena…you can talk to me." He kissed her neck and then her jaw, catching some of her tears in his lips, even though it burned he kept kissing until he found her lips, blindly kissing and not caring that it hurt. Lena broke from the kiss, breathing hard, touching his face, his lips. He saw the tears rolling down her face, and he was puzzled and upset by it. She looked at him, in his eyes, aquamarine in the light.

"I saw the fight…Sparta-"

"Shh, don't-" Tommy tried to calm her, rubbing her shoulders.

"Tommy, I had never seen it, not really-"

"Lena stop-"

"I know, I'm sorry." She sat still while Tommy stared at her. She reached out to touch him, her hands caressing his hardened features. "I just had a rough day. I can see you did too. Just needed to see you." She smiled weakly at him.

"It's old news, Lena. I thought you'd seen it by now, fuck everyone else has. I don't need your pity. I did what I had to do, my whole life been like that. Don't."

She just looked at him, tears still falling. "I don't give a fuck what you say. Broke my heart watching that. Knowing what a hard time you've had in life. I just hurt for you." She ran her nails through his hair, pulling it away from his injured face. "You're mine now, aren't you, and I want to look after you…if you'll let me."

"I been doin' it myself," he whispered, unblinking.

"Not anymore," she whispered back, her hands running down his neck, his shoulders, his arms. Her gaze turned hot, and his body reacted instantly.

"I need a shower-" he was cut off as she abruptly stood, pulling her dress off in one swift motion, leaving red lace and not much else. Tommy's breath caught in his throat. She pulled him up with her, and hiked his sweats down, his cock in her face as she came back up to kiss his neck, bite his throat, her fist closing around the hard shaft of his cock and stroking him tight and fast. "Uhhh Lena I really-"

"Just shut up," she said, pulling her panties down and taking him with her as she fell into the bed. Tommy acquiesced, sliding inside her, hitting that sweet spot inside of her that made her shudder and throw her head back. "Oh Tommy," she gasped, her legs locking around him, her heels digging into his flesh just enough to hurt a little. He thrusted hard and deep, making her cry out, and his hand came up and caressed her throat, her face, and then he crushed her to him and filled her, buried her, making her scream into his shoulder, red faced and grasping at him, her body arched and stiff against him as he hit her hard, her body becoming a waterfall, soaking him and the bedcover.

"Goddammit,"he gasped, and he was going over the edge too. She squeezed him so tight inside her he thought his head would explode trying to pull away, but she held him tight to her and he lost it all there, spilling over deep inside her, crushing her in his arms as his body let go, filling her with his seed. "Fuck Lena fuck," he growled, gasping for air, and collapsed on top of her.

She held him as best she could considering his body was almost three times the size of hers. She was wet all over, and she was starving. She needed some food if she was going to survive the next week.

"I ain't worth a fuck now," he rasped and laughed out loud. Schoolboy giggle. Made Lena smile.

"I think you're worth a few more fucks tonight, at least I hope so."

Tommy picked his head up and looked at her, his eyes narrowed. Well, one eye narrowed.

"That's all you want me for, huh? Sex. I'm just your plaything."

Lena's face registered playful shock. "I've been exposed. I'm just in it for the dick."

"I fuckin' knew it," he said, dropping his head back down. "Well ya shoulda just been honest. I hate liars."

"I had to use a few tricks to get what I wanted, what can I say?" She rubbed his back through the wet tank that was plastered to his skin. "I regret nothing."

"As long as you don't ask me for money I guess I'll let you slide. I ain't payin ya."

"You mean you're broke? Well fuck this, I'm out."

Tommy looked up at her, grinning through his busted lip. "You ain't goin nowhere doll. I told ya you're mine now to do with as I fuckin please."

"What do you have in mind, ?"

He winked with his good eye. "I ain't tellin'."

"You bring a donkey in here I'm calling the cops."

Tommy laughed and started getting up. "Oh well, there goes that idea." He winced a little, cussed some more, then pulled her up to press her against him. "I wanna kiss you so bad, damn. I'm gonna bleed all over ya." He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, hauling her off to the bathroom with him, where he ran a hot shower and attempted to yank her in still in her red lace bra. The water felt so good, Tommy couldn't hide his expression of joy as the shower head beat into his back. Lena was washing his chest, her hands splayed out across his pecs, his shoulders, his neck, getting tangled in his dog tags- one that read MANUEL FERNANDEZ and the other THOMAS CONLON, all his tats were stories she wanted to hear, so much of him he never shared. Tommy caught her staring, reading him as if he were a billboard. Lena just looked up at him and he could see all her questions that she wasn't asking.

Tommy took her hand and touched his right pec, where there where two theatrical masks-"Laugh Now, Cry Later".

"Got this when I first went into the Marines. I just turned 18." His voice was soft, his eyes calm. He ran her fingertips along the number above it- "1338046". "Manny's military ID number." He covered his right shoulder with her hand, over part of the big tribal design that ran over his entire upper arm and shoulder. "I designed this." Tommy slid her hand down to his lower abdomen- "til I die sw". "Manny and I both got this after we had a close call one night and the master sergeant called us his 'special weapons'." He braced her hand to his left shoulder. "This is the Virgin Mary-my mom was very Catholic and she believed we were being looked out for. She almost killed me when I came home with this. I was 16. Got it touched up later. There's a shooting star above it. And a dragon on the inside-" he bared the underside of his arm-"my mom was born in the year of the Dragon. She was tough like that, too." Tommy sighed, and smiled. " I'm a Scorpio, I got the one on my back in Afghanistan after I got stung by one." He turned so she could see the scorpion she knew was there. She soaped up his back and rubbed it at the same time, listening to him hiss and moan-he leaned against the tile wall in the big shower and sighed loudly, letting her rub on the knotty muscles all over his back.

Tommy finally turned and scooped her up in his arms, only to press her back against the shower wall and slide her down on his hips, filling her up at the same time, making them both choke on air and steam from the shower.

"Thank you," she whispered, her hips meeting with his thrusts. Tommy's eye was swollen and purplish, forcing it closed, and his lip was swollen too, split a little in the middle enough to ooze blood in the heat of the shower.

"What you thankin' me for", he gasped, hitting her harder , her bottom making a wet smacking sound against the tile.

"Telling me some of your secrets," she said brokenly, her head rolling back and her body arching against him. He didn't say anything, just pressed his face to her neck and drove endlessly into her, making her curse and cry his name. She held on to him, all a working machine of muscle between her arms and legs, pistoning inside her-she wanted to bite him hard, scratch him up as he pushed deep and upwards, ramming her g-spot. Tommy's voice was a strangled muffle against her neck and collarbone, his fingers dug into her flesh as he pinioned her to the shower wall to intensify his attack.

Lena froze as she was wracked with ecstastic waves of pleasure, slow warm currents building towards another stronger one. But Tommy couldn't make it much longer, her tightening orgasmic spasms around his cock ended his stamina.

"Fuck!" he bellowed, and slipped out of her, coming uncontrollably all over the shower floor, all of it sucked down the drain. Exhausted, he fell to his knees, leaving Lena standing there, spun out, gripping the tile wall for support. She looked down at his perfect chiseled body before her, and she smiled at him in the joyous emotion of being near him again. Tommy opened his good eye and smiled back, now sat back and unmoving, taking in her body from another angle.

" . Please get up. I haven't finished washing you yet."