Chapter Four

And we did finish it. Six times. Then, dozed for an hour, and finished it three more times. We had a lot of built up sexual tension and lust there and we still had a lot to work out. But, for now, we were sufficiently full. Tommy and I were lying on my bed, not moving, not talking, just panting with exertion. My mind was numb and my body was mush. And it was glorious. Though, I could not believe, in the back of my mind, that I had just had sex with Tommy.

The man wrapped his arms around me and dragged me to him. That little thought in the back of my mind was instantly erased. Mmm, nice. A few minutes later, I gained back my brain and had to ask the question that I knew would probably ruin the moment.

"So, what does this mean, Tommy?" I asked.

He pressed his lips against my neck. "What do you mean."

"Does this mean we're together? Or are we just fuck buddies?"

"Jude, you are still the only person in this world that gets me. Now, I can be with you, and I'm not letting you go now."

"Good." I replied, rolling over and facing him.

I kissed him and moved on top of him, somehow finding the energy to begin again. So, we had a few more rounds. Then, later (much, much later), I got hungry (for food). I removed myself from Tommy and padded downstairs and into the kitchen, fully naked. I went into the fridge and found some chinese leftovers from dinner yesterday. I instinctively grabbed a second container and held it out. Tommy walked passed me, took the container, and sat down at the kitchen table; also equally naked.

I shut the fridge and sat down in the chair beside him and began eating. We didn't say much and the silence was comfortable. So, when our meal was finished, a thought came to me, and I could not stop myself from saying it.

"Do you think we should go back to the studio?" I asked.

Tommy looked at me. "Babe, it's 10:30 at night. We've been gone for…about…4 hours. I think they figured we're not coming back."

I smiled. "Oh. Good point."

"Feel like taking a shower?" Tommy asked, pushing away his container.

"Tommy, if I take a shower with you, I won't be able to move tomorrow."

He flashed me a saucy grin. "Is that a bad thing?"

I paused. "No."

So, after our shower, we lay in bed; officially spent for the day. Tommy held me close, his hand idly stroking up and down my arm. My head rested atop his chest, my ear hearing the calming sounds of his steady heartbeat.

"I love you, Jude." Tommy murmured into my hair.

"I love you, too, Tommy." I whispered, my eyes drifting shut, and sleep taking over me.