LENA was full of energy. She went downstairs after a long hot shower, and ordered breakfast-oatmeal and egg white omelette with fresh fruit and a lot of coffee. She had on spandex shorts and a tank, and armed with a map, her phone and a big bottle of water, she drifted off on a hiking adventure. No one was around, so she had ample time to herself with her music to soak up the amazing beauty around her. She took the advanced trail, and by the time she got back to the hotel she was dirty with red dust and sweat. It was the best thing she had done in a long time, and she was thinking about what life would be like if she lived somewhere like this. She grabbed some lunch, the whole time paying for her own food, knowing Tommy would be checking up on her and she was dodging him as best she could. She wasn't going to run up his bill, and she didn't want him watching out for her when she could damn well take care of herself. The first day she was a little out of it, today was a new day. She felt empowered by her newfound freedom, and the fact that her phone was in and out of signal she could do whatever she wanted without feeling the slightest bit of guilt. However she knew she had to call Cal and check up on him, call Vince, call her mom…it was only 2pm, and she still had some time before she had Tommy within her reach again. She went upstairs and took another long hot shower-Tommy's bodywash and shampoo was like therapy for her-and went downstairs to sit by the pool in her bikini to catch some rays and catch up with everyone. She tried not to sound like she was enjoying herself as much as she was, but her satisfaction was hard to hide. Vince sounded like he was really happy for her, Senna missed her, and Cal was cussing her for leaving him.
"I have to deal with Vince now? What the fuck, did you tell him I couldn't handle it or somethin'?"
Lena sighed. "No, Cal. Nothing like that. He just felt you might need some help…tell him to leave you alone then."
Cal huffed. "No way I'm gonna tell Uncle Vince to fuck off. Plus he helped me with all the bullshit paperwork last night, so…"
Lena smiled. "Mmmhmm. OK. Well, my friend, he knows a lot. He just wants to help. You know, so I can enjoy my vacation and you're not alone-"
"Ugh, I don't want help Lena, goddammit I really want to do this by myself! It's just…how the fuck does Colt do it, plus he trains and shit, I don't know…."
"Colt has been doing it for so long Cal, you can't try to compete or compare. Plus he just opened that big ol' gym, he's got his hands full with that-"
"Yeah, tell me about it. OK I gotta go, looks like the electrician is back. Better not cross any goddamn wires this time, I swear to God."
"I love you Cal!"
"I love you too. You bitch. Get back here already." And he hung up on her. Classic Cal.
Lena turned over on her belly and stretched out. The sun felt like heaven on her skin, not too hot, and very nourishing.
It was 5pm when she got out of the shower again. She just rinsed off really, and put on some sexy undies and not much else and waited for The Man to walk in. She had butterflies, and she kept looking at the band on her finger, and just smiled to herself.
Lena was almost asleep at 5:45 when Tommy dragged himself in. He was beat. The bruised eye and busted lip looked a little better, but she could tell the way his arm was positioned that his left shoulder was hurting. He dropped the gym bag, dressed in a black Under Armor shirt and ratty grey sweats, everything soaked with sweat.
"Well hello there." She was already out of bed and walking towards him, lacy black boy shorts and a matching tank. Tommy stopped and watched her, his face blank, but his eyes burned her as he looked down at her body until she got close enough, then he looked her straight in her eyes. She shivered with the heat from his gaze.
Lena took his gym bag and chucked it on a chair. Tommy was still hanging onto the doorknob with his right hand, never saying a word. She reached out to embrace him and he tried to hug her but hissed in pain instead. Lena took him by his right hand and led him to the bed. She sat him down and helped him out of his wet tight shirt.
"IcyHot?" She asked. Tommy gestured to his gym bag, not speaking. It had to hurt that bad that he didn't want to talk. Lena fished around in the bag until she found a big tube of IcyHot. Tommy was just sitting on the edge of the bed, soaked, shivering, waiting for her.
Lena didn't say anything, just started working on the muscles all around his shoulder, then underneath, inside his armpit. He could barely lift it without hissing and biting his lip. She left again and got an icepack he already had in the mini-fridge. Tommy shook his head 'no', and so she looked inside his bag for a heatpack, she thought she had seen one in there earlier. Lena held it up when she found it, and he just nodded 'yes'. She knew there was a microwave somewhere inside the room. Tommy just sat and waited for her.
Finally she was back, and she carefully rubbed some IcyHot on his shoulder, making him wince, then layed the heatpack on. She kissed his head briefly as he used controlled breathing, trying to control the pain. She looked in the bathroom for any kind of drug, found a few pills in an unmarked bottle that looked like vicodin. She brought them out with a glass of water and Tommy took two of the five she had in her hand. His eyes were dark grey, she had never seen them so clouded. His pain must have been intense, he still had not said a word.
"Baby…is there anything I can do for you?" Her voice was a whisper, and she was untying his gym shoes, pulling them off, wet socks next. Tommy looked down at her, her big brown eyes staring up at him. He felt tears of pain and appreciation well up, but he didn't let them fall. He just shook his head no, and held his good arm out to her. She sat next to him and he wrapped her up as best he could and kissed her, thankful she was there. So many times that he was alone, when he took care of himself no matter what, never had anyone there to help him. Didn't want anyone. It was strange and so very nice to have her there. The fact that she was the only one ever allowed to, besides his mother, only added to the sweet sadness of the moment.
Finally the pills were kicking in. Tommy was relaxing a little, and Lena turned the heatpack over so it stayed warm on his shoulder. She sat beside him, touching him, her left leg against his right, and he leaned in to kiss her, his wide full lips sweet and loving on hers, split and all. She smiled against it, kissing him back and caressing his cheek, her knuckles rubbing against the stubble on his jawline.
"Hey you," she whispered. Tommy looked into her eyes and she saw a little blue, a little green, a little gold mixed in with the dark grey clouds. He was feeling a little better, but not much. "Can I get you something, food, drink?"
Tommy looked at her for a moment, and finally smiled. It was a small smile, but his crooked boy smile nonetheless. She felt a ray of sunshine breaking through him. Finally he spoke, his long slippery East Coast accent and his gravelly voice soft, just loud enough for her.
"Yes. I want you to call downstairs. Order the biggest steak they got. Medium rare. And I want two servings of steamed vegetables, whatever they got down there, I don't fuckin' care what it is. Get yourself some food. I'm gettin' in the shower-"
"Bath." She interjected.
"No. Shower. I can do this, tiger." He smiled again. Even sweaty and nasty he was still beautiful. "Can you handle that?"
Lena half-smiled at him. "I think so, boss."
Tommy nodded, and got up, holding his left arm close to his body. She waited to hear the shower run and then she called room service, tacking on a grilled chicken breast and salad for herself.
When Tommy came out she was still on the edge of the bed, flipping through channels, looking for something to watch. He was wrapped just in towels, and Lena pretended not to notice when he crossed her line of vision, rubbing his hair dry with his good hand.
"You need some help getting dressed?" Lena smiled wolfishly.
"Oh I'm not getting' dressed, doll." Tommy threw his towels on the floor of the bathroom and came towards her, crawled up her body totally naked, pushed her down on the bed, mounted her and didn't move, all without using his left arm. "I'm gonna stay like this all night. That OK with you? I mean…you gotta get the door an' all…"
Lena took a big deep breath. Soap, shampoo….Tommy. "I don't know, won't they need you to sign or something?"
Tommy narrowed his eyes at her. "Oh yeah, you wouldn't know wouldja? Still haven't called down for anythin' have ya?"
Lena smiled again. "Nope. I went down and got my own food, stud." She bucked her hips against him, but he had her pinned.
"Listen. I can cover you while you're here. I don't wanna have you payin' for nothin' if I can help it. Got it?" He was half-smiling, but his voice was all business.
"Yeah. I got it. So…" she wiggled her left hand. "This was very conveniently in my size."
It was Tommy's turn with the wolfish grin. "Yep. How 'bout that."
"What am I gonna do with you, Tommy?" She kissed his smiling lips, over and over. "Thank you. It's beautiful and I love it. You freaked me the fuck out!"
Tommy laughed and giggled, so pleased with himself. "I know, pretty slick huh?"
Lena laughed too. "I love you." She kissed his cheek, his lips, whatever she could get. "I love you Tommy Conlon, you're the king of my heart."
He gasped a little as she nibbled and kissed his lips, not caring that he was still hurt. She gave him a little shock of pain to go with the pleasure of her palm grasping the firm width of his growing erection. He couldn't remember how her hand had gotten out of his one-handed pin but he didn't care now, she was stroking him just how he liked, slow, controlled, tight. He flipped himself onto his back, just a little high from the painkillers, and was still, a slave to her fist. Lena leaned over him so her back was to him, and used both hands to work him, then added her mouth. He held still, rising off the bed a little, his voice a strangled moan.
Suddenly Lena was up and pulling her boyshorts off, deftly squatting on top of him and swallowing him whole inside her. They both cried out, and Lena rode him hard, her intense gaze burned holes through him for once. The bed rocked hard, and she wasn't going to give up. She had him at a disadvantage and she was going to use it, she was going to give him what he usually gave her-a rough hard fuck. Tommy was sweating again already, his voice tight in his throat as he groaned loudly, fighting with himself not to grab her hips. He held his breath, squeezing his eyes shut and straining against her, towards her.
"I'm coming," he gasped, and erupted inside her suddenly. "Fuck!" Tommy yelled like he was pissed, his eyes wide and glaring at her. He grabbed her hip with his right hand to still her, panting, and then fell back. "Dammit…Lena…"
She crawled in next to him, kissing his wet skin as she went, until her head was next to his. He stole a kiss from her, and half-smiled at her, his eyes drowsy.
"I don't wanna get you knocked up…not yet."
"Not yet?" Lena laughed. "Low dose birth control, don't worry Tommy."
His eyes got wide. "Waitaminute, I been pullin' out all this time, you never told me that?"
"My family's really fertile, I wasn't gonna argue it. My mom got pregnant with my brother on birth control, so…"
Tommy shook his head, smiling. "Anythin' else you should tell me?"
Lena laughed again. "Um, don't think so-"
Just then there was a knock at the door. Lena jumped up and found her clothes quickly, grabbing a few dollars out of her wallet. She opened the door to a young Hispanic man who had a cart with silver-domed plates on it, and a complimentary bottle of wine.
"On the house, for you and Mr. Conlon," said the man with a smile.. Lena wheeled the cart in and tipped him, closed the door and turned to see Tommy dragging himself up the bed with his good arm. This was going to be a long night.
They sat in bed and shared food, Lena drinking wine and Tommy guzzling water. He ended up taking another pain pill and wanting some wine later, all the while the TV was on with some movie or show neither one of them paid attention to.
"What are you gonna do with your shoulder fucked up as it is Tommy?"
He waved her off. "What else, baby it for a day and then get back at it. I'll be OK, Lena. Don't worry."
"Yeah, OK, don't worry." Lena shook her head. "Does Colt know you're hurt?"
Tommy shot her a look. "No. If he did the fight with Rivera would be cancelled."
"Maybe you should think about it, Tommy-"
"Hell no. I need the money, Lena. This is like the Sparta pre-games. I can't fuck this up."
Lena sighed, shook her head. "So what, he's just giving you the day off tomorrow, no questions asked?"
"Just so happens he needs the day for conference calls and whatever. Works out great. No training." Tommy smiled and winked at her. "I'm all yours tomorrow."
As happy as Lena was, she was also worried and upset. What was going to happen if Tommy couldn't compete? All his plans were out the window, and she knew he wasn't going to be able to handle that. At all. But looking into his smiling eyes she tried to brush all of it out of her mind. His happiness at having a break and spending time with her was evident.
"I love it." She kissed his battered lips, smiling back at him. He looked like a kid in a candy shop. How could she ruin it? "So what should we do?"
Tommy looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think we should go on a date." Totally straightfaced. Lena burst into giggles. "What?"
"A date? What's that?" Lena took his right hand and kissed his open palm, smiling fiendishly.
"I'm fuckin' serious Lena, like go see a movie or…somethin' I dunno." He looked at her incredulously. "I haven't been on a date since…well, fuck I can't think back that far."
"What about that scary chick at the bar, what's her name, Danny?"
Tommy looked irritated. "C'mon."
"OK, OK. A date. I think we should totally do it. Dinner and a movie. Maybe a walk in a park. We can go make out on a park bench." Lena giggled again and now Tommy looked genuinely pissed.
"If you think it's so funny just fuckin' forget it," he grumbled, and Lena grabbed his sour face and kissed him. She didn't mean to laugh at his sentimentality.
"I'm teasing you Tommy," she said, her voice husky, her lips lingering longer on his mouth, his cheek, his neck. "C'mon baby. I think it's a great idea. I would love to go out with you."
He cocked his eyebrow and pursed his lips. "Yeah, you're a fuckin' smartass. That's awright, I'm gonna rent a limo now and everything."
Lena shook her head, smiling, kissing him some more. "Shaddap."
"No, no, I'm gonna rent a tux and a limo. The prom I never had." Even he started to laugh a little. "Fuckin' corsage."
She kissed him again, her passion igniting his as she slipped her tongue past his lips. He growled low in his throat, grabbing her arm with his one good hand to hold her fast to him, pushing to meet her slow burning flare. So warm, so sweet and soft, and directly underneath was the raging lust they felt for each other-the slow hot kiss was a mask over the hunger they shared. Too close was not close enough. Tommy tugged at the sheet that barely covered her, he was on his knees before her in an instant to assail her with his wet unending kiss, down her throat, her collarbone, her breasts.
"Tommy," she breathed, watching him hug his left arm to his side to rest on his right in between her thighs, so he could push his face against her sex, nudging her until she was wide open to him. "Your shoulder…"
"Shh…just let me…" He started soundlessly saying the alphabet against the wet folds of her pussy, her clit hardening and throbbing against his lips, and he sucked at it and pulled at it, making her whimper and shiver hot and cold in a tangle of sheets. Her thighs quivered, she felt as if she were nailed down to the bed, looking down at his Adonis frame between her legs and his deep green-blue eyes burning up at her, she couldn't stand another minute of it and when his fingers pushed inside she saw stars, the orgasm bubbling up and drowning her in sweet honeyed waves of warm ecstasy.
"Tommy!" she cried in a high-pitched whimpering whisper, and he was there in an instant, entering her, filling her to the hilt, and she tightened and squeezed around him until he couldn't breathe.
"Ohmygod," he gasped, his hips thrusting his cock harder into her without him being aware of it. She helped to hold him up in her arms as he twisted and dug around inside her, thrashing around trying to get comfortable to do it. She tried to buck him, make him roll onto his back, but he resisted, finally resting his left arm alongside her and holding her with his right, his hips doing all the work. She felt the life being squeezed out of her, but she could still moan and cry, thrusting back up against him to assist him. "Lena I love your pussy," he groaned softly in her ear, making her shiver and arc towards another golden wave of blinding light, so intense it was loud and roaring in her ears, her own body spasming and locking up beneath him, around him. Tommy couldn't bear it any longer, the heat was choking him and he was on the speeding train towards release, his heart bursting and his voice a choking cry in his throat. "Aw fuck!" He helplessly came and came, pouring the tension and burning heat into her.
She held him as he came to rest on his side against her, panting and hissing. She kissed his head, wet dark hair against her lips.
"Oh Tommy," she whispered, pushing him onto his back beside her so she could survey the damage. "God you poor thing…"
"Don't," he gasped as she reached to touch his shoulder. "Just…don't. It's OK it's OK…" His right hand petted her weakly. "I promise…" Lena just sat beside him, wiping the sweat away from his brow, and Tommy yanked her down to rest her head on his chest. "Jus'…c'mere."