AN: If you don't want smut- just stop here. The next chapter picks up with important plot points.

Chapter Thirteen

They didn't discuss it anymore. They quietly ate dinner, glancing at each other every now and then. A lot was said without saying a word and by the end of dinner- they both knew. They both knew that they were going to give this a try.

"Go, I'll clean up," Tommy stated and she smiled at him. His hands shook as he scrubbed the dishes. He needed a moment to pull himself together. He had not been this nervous with a woman in a very long time. If he dared to be honest with himself- he had not been this nervous since their first time- all those years ago.

She walked back to the bedroom and laughed. She hoped that this would put Tommy at ease too when he saw what the Command Center had decided they needed. There were pillows piled on the floor, a fireplace, and what looked like a very comfortable, warm blanket. There was no bed in sight. Nothing that made her think about what they had agreed to. It all made her feel comfortable and she desperately needed some comfort at the moment.

"What are you staring at?" Tommy asked as he slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He was more interested in how she was feeling than he was at what antics the Command Center was up to now.

"The Command Center has definitely gotten inside of my head," Kimberly muttered and she closed her eyes. If only she could conjure up the way she wanted to look- maybe the Command Center would give her that too.

"You don't need to look special to do it for me," Tommy whispered in her ear and he was surprised to hear her chuckle. He gently spun her around in his arms and kissed her. He dipped down to pick her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. A groan left his throat before he was able to stop himself. She felt good-even with clothes still between them- she felt so good.

Her hands began working on the buttons of his shirt. As soon as she got access to his chest, she pulled away from him and dipped down to leave love bites on his neck and chest. His hands strengthened their grasp on her legs and his hips rocked up to meet hers. She thought she had prepared herself for that feeling, but as soon as she felt him, her fingers dug in to his shoulders. She had to get closer. They had to be closer.

He placed her back on the ground and quickly went about ridding her of the lingerie that had appeared. He could appreciate how it looked on her, but that barely even registered. What registered most was the need, the hunger that he felt. How long had it been since he had felt this way about a woman? How long had it been since he had felt like he could not get enough of someone?

She watched as he yanked his shirt off and quickly rid himself of his pants. Her eyes dipped down and she saw him straining against the fabric of his boxers. She remembered what he felt like and she shivered. His size was enough to fill her, but not so much that she was ever in pain. She also knew that he was paying attention to ever minute detail right now. What made her gasp. What made her pull him in closer. What caused her to beg for more. She was lucky if she remembered to rock her hips in time with his- she was so lost to what she felt when he touched her.

He picked her back up and then slowly lowered them to the ground. He settled himself between her legs and locked eyes with her- silently questioning if she wanted him to stop. She barely nodded and he lowered his head to trail kisses down her body. He needed her to be ready for him. He refused to hurry this and risk hurting her. He could tell by how she was reacting that she did not want to be patient and he hoped an orgasm would get her ready and appease her for the time being.

"Please," Kim forced out as she felt his fingers enter her. She writhed against him and he was surprised when she reached down and moved his thumb on to her mound. She had learned what felt best over the years and was no longer afraid to ask for it.

"Please what?" Tommy murmured, his voice coming across extra hoarse and he cleared his throat. He knew what she was asking- but he also wanted her to say it. He wanted her to ask him. "Kim."

He was surprised when she pushed him to roll over on to his back. He looked up at her in shock and she quickly pulled his boxers off. With nothing left between them- they both took in a good look at each other's bodies. The tattoos. The piercings. The way that muscle and softness played equal parts on their bodies. Her hand wrapped around him and she guided her hips over his pelvis. He watched as she glanced up at him and he involuntarily thrust against her hand.

"Excited are we?" Kim asked and she watched as he leaned his head back against the pillows, his eyes barely open- but watching her every move. She slowly lowered herself on to him, taking him in inch by inch. When she felt her hips meet his- she let out a low moan that she had not realized was building. His hips involuntarily rocked against her and she fell forward against him. She was surprised at how quickly she found a rhythm that worked for the both of them. It was like no time had been missed. She ground her hips against him and elicited a moan that nearly drove her to the edge. Tommy had never been greedy with his voice when they made love and she was so thankful for it.

He sat up and hooked her legs around his hips. In this position- her head was ever so slightly higher than his and he leaned down to gently nip at her neck. He continued to thrust his hips against hers and enjoyed the sounds that were coming from her. He knew how she went to a separate place when they had sex. How every single movement he made rippled through her body. He was close, but by the way that her body was gripping his, he could tell that she was closer.

"We're almost there," Tommy whispered into her hair and then leaned her back against the softness of the blankets and pillows. Her legs fell to the sides and he quietly chuckled and then buried himself even deeper than he had before. The scream he rent from her lips nearly undid him, but he was determined that they both orgasm. He was determined that it not just be about him.

She reached down and began rubbing her mound in time with his strokes. She could feel him losing the edge on his control as he increased his pace and lowered himself on to his forearms. He always preferred to finish in this position- close to her. So close that he could absorb her moans and screams with a kiss. She felt him change his angle and he shortened his strokes, grinding his hips against hers with each thrust. Without warning- she was thrown over the edge and found his lips on hers as the screams tore from her body. Her orgasm completely rocked her and she frantically rocked her hips against his- hoping it would drive him over the edge. As he buried his head in her neck and froze above her, she could feel the small pulses as his orgasm overtook him. It had been too long, for the both of them, since they had felt this way.

"I guess we wait," Kim whispered as she recovered her voice and he barely nodded before he pulled her in to his side and curled up against her. Fertilization could take up to a day; implantation another day. Who knew at what stage the Command Center meant, but they both already knew that this one time would not even begin to satisfy their hunger for each other and that the coming days were likely to be spent in this room, having sex over and over again until they could barely move. And that. That was the one thing they both had liked since coming to the Command Center two weeks ago.