Lena didn't know what to say anyway. A weak apology wouldn't cut it. The tone of his voice and expression were barely disguising his anger and frustration. She wasn't sure how to feel about him coming home so pissed, especially when he had a hornet's nest to deal with there.
Tommy stared her down for a minute, waiting for her to say something. Lena was quiet, watching him. He went to his bag and fished out some papers, and handed them to her. The first was a paper with a UFC letterhead describing his injury.
'MRI suggests chronic shoulder instability, rest and repeated heat and ice treatments, physical therapy to avoid surgery-two weeks or more.'
And Tommy's plane tickets, leaving the next morning at 6:15 AM. Lena looked up at him, and he just nodded, coming closer to her, his skin pink and warm. She could see what was happening already, and her body instantly reacted. Tommy's dry callused palm was on her face, his bare skin pressed to hers.
"Have you thought about it?" The quiet menace in his voice gave her a shiver. He teased her breast, gently pinched the hardening nipple.
"Thought about what?" Lena placed her hands on his abdomen, hard and bulging with muscle, and she started rubbing and caressing. Her breath came hard as her heart sped up so fast it almost hurt.
"Us. A place together. Remember?" His expression was soft, he was leaning in to kiss her gently. Her body pressed against his bandaged arm and she stepped back. "Don't worry…hmm…" He whispered and hummed, pulled her close again, slipped his arm around her to bind her. His cock wedged between their bellies, and Lena gasped, looking into his acroamatic eyes glowing mineral blue, green, and gold. "You forgot, didn't you…"
"No Tommy, I didn't." She felt the fog of heat and moisture surround her, she wanted to give in. Her head was swimming. "I didn't forget, just…"
"Whatsamatter…am I not good enough for you?" His eyes were riveted on hers, and she couldn't tell if he was starting to sneer or smile. Dangerous.
"You know that's not true." She didn't realize she was stepping backwards, and he was following, like some dance of predator and prey. Sweat broke out on her forehead, her upper lip. Tommy continued to stare her down. The small of her back was against the edge of the table now.
"So what? What's stoppin' you?" He licked his bottom lip, bit it, looked down at her mouth, and hummed another noise out his throat.
"Everything," she blurted. Tommy got her on the table somehow, before she even knew it he was inside her, his arm hooked around her and his hand gripping her ankle tight. His eyes closed tight and he took in a deep breath.
"Ohh…hmmm what does that mean," he said in an exhaled breath on her face. Lena was impaled on him, she struggled to grip onto his body anywhere she could, faltering.
"Tommy…Tommy…"she cast her head back as he thrusted into her, short quick and deep.
"Tell me…tell me why…" He was fighting against himself to not use his left arm at all, all bound up and helpless. "Goddammit why…"
"I'm scared Tommy!" She was going to come if he didn't stop. She wanted to talk but couldn't, he rendered her powerless under his physicality. "I want to but I'm so scared Tommy…" Her body rattled against his and then went still and stiff in a death throe. Juices flooded over and around him and he didn't know how long he could hold out either.
"Nothin' to be scared of…Lena I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe." Tommy's growl turn into a sob-like cry as he was pushed over the edge, buried deep inside her and locked down. Endless shockwaves, each of them hitting different plateaus. "Oh holy fuck Lena I will protect you with my last breath." He dropped his head on her shoulder and tried so hard to catch his breath. "Even from me."
Lena burst into tears, the raw emotion of the moment could not compare to the ocean inside her.
"No, don't please don't…" Tommy held her as she sobbed. Lena fought against herself but the tears came anyway. She hurt so bad for him, the pain coming from deep inside her own psyche, a voluminous well that could swallow them both. She was sitting up on the table now, he had withdrawn and she was holding onto him with all the life she had left.
"I don't want to lose you Tommy…not ever." She kissed his face, his lips, his chin and jaw. "I can't help but worry. I can't let you go either, I know what you want but what are we gonna do when we get home and it's all real life again?"
Tommy sighed, holding her to him. "Just let me worry about that, will ya? I'll take care of everything, just…" He pulled back to look at her. His aqua eyes were rimmed with red. "You gotta know, I ain't about to let anything get between us. Not no more. I'm gonna fix it up, you wait an' see…Lena I can't do this without you. Don't wanna come see you. Don't wanna wait all day and night, tryin' to make it work. I wanna come home and know you're gonna be there. I wanna wake up and find you there. I can help you, I won't weigh you down. You'll see." He cupped her face in his hand and nodded. He was a man of his word, and Lena knew that. At least with her he was 100% of the time. "I want us to share a key," he whispered.
Lena wanted to cry all over again. How could she say no, how could she dare to keep fighting this man? He couldn't tell her he was terrified of things going back to the way they were, how depressed he was at the thought of being alone…without her. He hadn't slept so soundly, or felt more connected to himself through her and the love she had for him. He felt alive again.
"Yes Tommy. Yes." She wrapped her arms around his thick neck, and he was lifting her up. She locked her legs around his waist and he moved through the room as if she weighed nothing, and then he was falling on her on the mattress, laughing softly.
"Yeah?" He was grinning at her. God she loved it, he looked like a kid at Christmas. Every glower and glimmer of his hurt angry insides faded away in the sunshine of his smile.
"Yes. We can figure it all out when we get home…just, kiss me Tommy." She looked up into his mood ring eyes, set wide and deep in his angelic comic-book superhero face. He took her mouth with his, passion burning again within him and his heart racing against hers. She gasped and wrapped him against her like an octopus, holding him and inhaling him. It wasn't long before he was hard and finding the opening to fill her, to bind and seal them together closer than close, smothering and freeing him at the same time. Lena twisted backwards in the sheet, breaking from his kiss to cry his name as he pierced her, like Poseidon slaying a sea beast with his trident, and she helplessly came against him, consumed and laid bare before Tommy and anything he could ever want from her. He rested on his right side and drove her into the mattress unforgivingly, squeezing every last drop from her before he finally imploded inside her, gruffly yelling expletives before shuddering to a stop on top of her.
"Tommy…my heart is yours." She held his wet head in her hands and kissed dark wet locks of hair.
"I want it all," he whispered. "Every single fucking thing."