AN: The song featured in this installment is "Glory of Love" by Peter Satara. I don't own it, either.

Kimberly took the pajamas Tommy had lent her to sleep in into the bathroom, and began to change. She smiled at the thought about what had just happened. Tommy invited her to stay with him at his apartment, and she seriously thought about saying yes. She stripped out of her clothes, and pulled on the flannel set that Tommy gave her. She wouldn't tell him, but she always did love the way flannel felt against her skin. With an almost mischievous grin, she decided to forgo the bottoms, letting the long top cover her.

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Tommy smiled as he pulled on his sleep pants. While the tartan design was rather hideous, it didn't matter since no one would ever see him in it. Well, no one but Kim. He turned as he heard the door to the bathroom open, and saw Kimberly walk out. She wore the top of his flannel PJs, but held the pants in her hands, letting her long legs show. She smiled at him, shyly, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. He smiled at her, sweeping both arms towards the bed, dipping down low in a mock bow. She giggled, laying the pants over a chair as she walked to the bed.

"Tommy, I know this is kinda… a big deal," Kimberly began. She blushed, turning her gaze from Tommy to the bed. She tried to continue, but her courage left her.

"Kim," Tommy said, running his hand through her hair. "Like I said before, we'll only do as much as you want to. If you're having second thoughts, I can go crash on the couch."

"No. I want to do this. I'm just… scared." She pulled him to her, and hugged him tightly. "I just don't want to do anything wrong."

Tommy sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled her to his lap. "Kim. You won't. As long as you're true to yourself, you can never be wrong." He kissed her cheek softly, and patted the bed next to them. "Come on. It's getting late." She smiled, and slid off of his lap, pushing the covers down to allow her access. Holding the covers up, letting Tommy slide in next to her. Tommy kissed her softly, wrapping his arm around her waist as they both closed their eyes. Kimberly sighed in contentment as she drifted to sleep.

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Kim tossed in the bed, feeling Tommy pressed up against her back. She smiled to herself, but then realized something. He was snoring. Again! He was never this bad when we fell asleep on the couch watching movies. She lightly elbowed him in the stomach, until he stopped snoring, and rolled away a bit. Happy in her victory, Kim rolled towards him, and nuzzled up against his chest, kissing him lightly as she tried to fall back asleep. However, just as she began to relax, Tommy's phone began to ring. Startled out of his sleep, Tommy bolted up. Stumbling out of his bed, turning an apologetic look to Kim, he answered it.

"'Lo?" Tommy looked at the phone for a moment. "Hello?" Tommy set the phone back on the cradle. "No one was there."

Kim looked at the clock. "A prank caller? At 5:30?"

"Seems that way." Tommy yawned, and then sighed. "Well, my alarm is set to go off in about an hour. Should we try to go back to sleep, or should we just make the best of being up?"

Kim grinned to herself. "And what would we do at 5:30 in the morning?"

"Well, there's always breakfast. Or we could go down to the park and take a jog. Or…"

"You'd rather be out jogging in the cold then lying in a warm bed, next to a beautiful woman?" Kim asked him huskily. She held the blankets open for him, patting where he laid just moments previously. "Come here, Tommy." Tommy smiled, and slid back into the bed, pulling Kim close to him.

"What did I do to have you in my life, Kim?"

"I was thinking the same thing. Well, in reverse, but you know what I mean." She looked up at him. "Tommy, promise me something."

"Anything, Beautiful."

"Promise me everything's gonna be OK. Promise me that the nightmare I left in Florida is left there, and isn't coming after me."

Tommy kissed the top of Kim's head softly, stroking her hair. "I promise you, Kim. No one's gonna hurt you anymore." Kim smiled, hugging Tommy from where she lay. "Now, lets try to get a little more sleep. K?" Kim nodded, and they both slid further into the covers. Tommy closed his eyes, and rolled onto his side, as Kim pressed up against his back. Moments later, he felt her moving around, and then heard something hit the floor. He started to turn towards her, but then her hand snaked its way to his chest, and he settled back down. He felt her press up against him again, but noticed something was missing. "Ummm, Kim?"

"Shhhh. I told you last night. I'm not used to sleeping in anything. And… I trust you enough to not try anything with me like this." She kissed the back of his neck, and snuggled closer to him. Suddenly, Tommy was acutely aware of what was pressed against his back. He reached behind him, and gently squeezed her hand, pulling it around to his front.

"It's alright, Kim. Just kinda… surprising."

"Sorry."

Tommy smiled, and laughed softly. "Don't be. Can't think of anyone I'd rather be pressed up against me naked." Kim laughed, and playfully smacked him. He squeezed her hand again. "G'night, Kim."

"G'night Tommy. Love you."

"Love you too."

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Tommy's alarm went off an hour later. Tommy shut it off quickly, so that it wouldn't bother Kim anymore then it had. He turned to her, making sure she was still asleep. She was, lying on her stomach, her face turned towards him, peacefully dreaming. He kissed her cheek softly, and pulled himself off of the bed, and searched for his sweats. Wonder if I should wake Kim up before I leave? Naw. She had a hard enough time getting to sleep last night. Let her sleep. Tommy pulled his sweat pants on, along with a white T-shirt, and softly left to take his morning jog.

He returned 20 minutes later, Tommy returned from his jog. He stepped into his room to grab a change of clothes, and looked to Kim, making sure she was still asleep. She was, but she had rolled some since he left, causing the blanket to pull down some, revealing to his eyes, for the first time, her unclothed body. Tommy could feel himself blushing, and knew he shouldn't stare, even though he knew he was. Smiling to himself, Tommy walked over, and pulled the blanket back over Kim's sleeping form, and went to take a shower.

Tommy undressed himself, and stepped into the warm water of the shower. He began to lather his long hair, and started singing to himself. She really has changed things. Singing in the shower?

Tonight is very clear.

'Cause we're both lying here.

There's so many things I wanna say

I will always love you

I would never leave you alone.

Some times I just forget

Say things I might regret

It breaks my heart

To see you cryin'

I don't wanna lose you.

I could never make it alone.

Kimberly awoke to singing coming from the bathroom, and the sound of the shower running. She rolled over to look at the clock. Almost 7. Guess I should get up. She pulled herself out of the bed, realizing she was naked. She saw the flannel top lying on the floor, and remembered taking it off earlier. Smiling to herself, Kim decided to go into the bathroom. Tommy's voice came drifting out as she approached, and she realized he was singing one of her favorite songs. It always made her think of him, especially after the letter. Kim could feel herself tearing up a little, but then stopped herself. Tommy said I was forgiven. He's not mad about what happened, so there's no reason to dwell on the past. She opened the door quietly, and listened to him for just a moment.

I am the man who will fight

For your honor.

I'll be the hero

You're dreaming of.

We'll live forever

Knowing together

That we did it all

For the glory of love.

Kim made a decision. She slowly opening the shower curtain, and saw Tommy standing there, singing his heart out, washing the rest of the shampoo out of his hair. Already undressed, Kim stepped in, trying not to make a sound, and stepped up behind him. She reached up, and ran her fingers through his hair, causing him to jump slightly. "Ahhh! Kim… what…?"

"Shhhh. Tommy, I… I want…" She blushed a bright shade of crimson as she realized he was taking in the sight of her nude form. Why am I so nervous? I wasn't even this nervous when I flashed Billy all those years ago. The thought brought a smile to her face. "I want you to see me. No. More then that. I want you to…" She couldn't finish what she was trying to say. Tommy reached a hand out to her, cupping her cheek softly. Kim found herself looking over his body, amazed at the chiseled features she had always taken for granted. She had seen his bronzed chest many times before, but, somehow, this was different. She looked up to his eyes, and spoke, her voice barely raising above a whisper. "Make love to me."

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Renee murmured as she awoke, realizing immediately that Trevor was no longer at her side. Not that this shocked her. He was never there when she woke up. He was always staring at one of his pictures. She thought back to when they started this little endeavor.

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Renee sat down in the common room at Gunther Schmidt's Training Facility. She had already been there for three months, but everytime she was getting better then the others, some new hotshot showed up to upstage her. The latest had been this Kim Hart bitch. Bad enough that she grasped hold of each routine as soon as she was shown it, but she had to room with the little miss-goody-two-shoes. I swear, I think Schmidt hates me. Why else would he put me with little Miss Perfect?

Suddenly, the world went dark as someone's hands covered her eyes. Everyone knew how much she hated that, so she knew it could be only one person. "Trevor? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, hello to you too. I just so happened to get a job with my favorite troublemaker's coach, as an assistant." He smiled widely. His smiled faded as he watched someone walk by. "Hello. Who is that?" Renee followed his line of sight, and visibly grimaced as she turned back.

"That is the bitch I'm forced to room with, Kim Hart. Don't waste your time," she said, cutting him off. "She's got a boyfriend back home in California."

"So? When has that ever stopped US before?" he said, laughing, pulling her to him, and kissing her forcefully. However, he never let his eyes stray from the backside of Kim Hart. She returned the kiss with equal force, knowing where his eyes were still plastered. He pulled back away from her, smiling evilly. "I think I have a plan…"

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