Lena drove like a bat out of hell out of the parking lot, and Tommy rolled the window down and hung his head out, closing his eyes and sighing. Lena wanted to imagine he was happy to be out of the hospital, but maybe he was just trying not to be sick from her driving. Lena sped along the I-376 to cross the river home. She reached for his hand resting idly in his lap, and he turned his head to gaze at her. She sighed, enjoying the view and smiled warmly at him, her heart surging for him.
"I love it when you get pissed off, I can't lie," Tommy said, smirking. Lena laughed, shaking her head. It was a beautiful night and Lena was feeling much better, relaxed even, as they crossed the mighty Monongahela River and the Cowboy Junkies' "Sweet Jane" played softly over the radio-Lena swore she heard Tommy humming along but didn't lower the volume to find out for sure.
Finally at the apartment, and Tommy was practically leaping out of the car-her driving almost scared him, if a guy like Tommy could scare easy that is. Lena was ahead of him up the stairs, pulling her heels off as she went, and he was right behind her, holding her hips the whole way.
Inside he was all over her, and Lena felt almost overwhelmed-his passion ran as high and loomed as large as his physique. He pushed her up against the door and reached up inside her skirt to yank her panties down, holding her bare legs up and then sliding her down his body until she fell into the cradle of his hips-when he had time to unzip his jeans she didn't know, but she wasn't concerned about it as his warm stiff cock was inside her to the hilt.
"Uhhhhmmmmm Lena…" He was fucking her against the front door, his hands on her buttocks to hold her up against him as he powerfully pumped her body with his. There was nowhere to go - her feet were clean off the floor and she was pinned to the door, even if she had felt the inclination resistance was futile. She shivered and shuddered, watching him watch her as she started orgasming hard on him, and through it she was vaguely aware of the front of his jeans wet against her skin.
"Tommy, Tommy…" She was breathless and half-insane.
"Hmmm…baby…" He took her down from the door and carried her to the bedroom, still buried deep inside of her. She clung to him, held tight to him, all she wanted was him tangled up in bed with her to kiss and caress him, but he wasn't through with her yet. He gently fell on her in the bed and continued his onslaught, uncaring that they were for the most part still dressed, he used his body weight to pin her and fill her- she heard a tearing noise and she was pretty sure her skirt had officially bit the dust, and she wrapped her legs around his bulky frame and he rocked against her harder, tearing at her shirt until buttons were popping off and he could get her breasts in his palm, and Lena was grabbing his forearms as he pressed down on her to piston in and out faster, harder, making her cry out like she was in labor, trying to handle his hunger, his vehemence and his sheer size, inside her, above her, against her. Tommy was a force to be reckoned with.
"Marry me, Lena." His voice was thick and rough, but carried that pitch that was unmistakably clear. She opened her eyes for the first time it seemed, looking into the darkness for his face, and finding it looming above her, sweaty and serious and beautifully male with the angelic features she loved so well.
"Wha…Tommy?"
"I'm serious…you're everything to me."
She looked up at him for a moment, unsure of what to say. She felt as if there was no other idea she ever could have about them that didn't include them getting married - it was destined, or fated. But it was all so soon at the same time. She felt any hesitation on her part would crush him, but she also knew Tommy was working from his instincts- he could think things through, but didn't want to bother when he arrived at the same conclusion more often than not using just his razor-sharp wits. He felt the same as she-they couldn't be apart now that they were together, there was no other in the world for either one of them. It felt as if they were reunited from another life. Why fight it?
When she didn't answer right away, Tommy smiled knowingly. He had stilled now, and sweat was beginning to dry in the cool dark bedroom that was now his as well as hers. Except for their attempts to catch their breath the room was quiet. He straightened up and pulled his shirt off, took his shoes and jeans off. Lena was yanking her clothes off too, not much left at that point anyway.
"Me and my big mouth, huh?" Tommy sat near her, smiling a little. It was still dark in the room, Lena's crazy gun-toting downstairs neighbor had shot the streetlight out again. "What can I say, Lena, life's short. Lookin' at Pop makes me think about that."
She was sitting up, her back against the wall, and she had drawn the sheet around her. "I know Tommy…you know I want to say yes, but how soon you talkin'?"
"What you think I mean, tomorrow? Nah I mean…soon, maybe the end of the year? Fuck I dunno…"
Lena smiled brightly. "I just can't elope, Tommy. Strict orders from mom."
He laughed softly. "I know, she warned me already. I just….I have to win Sparta and then we can do it after."
Lena smiled wide and nodded. "That sounds good. Yeah."
"Yeah?" Tommy was falling all over her again, eating her up with biting sucking kisses, and she was trapped beneath him again, she couldn't recall how he did it but he moved so fast sometimes it was easy to get dizzy. She felt his hand on the small of her back and she was helpless as he pounded her spot with short hard thrusts, sweating and groaning in her ear, and everything was bright and loud and wet as she came and came again.
"Yes Tommy, yes yes," she cried, "I'm all yours all yours forever…"
Tommy burst inside her like a neutron bomb, sealing her to his body as he froze with the flurry of intense spasms, his strangled cry a bellowing cough that reverberated through the room.
"Fuckin' right you are," he panted, falling on top of her, "lock and key."