I'm notorious for these two chapter updates in one day, aren't I? I doubt anyone reading has a problem with that though.

That M rating is in full effect in this chapter. That's it. That's the warning, lol.

Chapter 6: Flowers Don't Bloom Without Water and Sunshine

The next morning, Brennan woke slowly. She took a deep breath in through her nose and back out. She kept her eyes closed as she rubbed her left eye and scrubbed her hand along her face. The longer she laid there, the more the events from the previous night flooded her mind. A small smile touched her lips. It was the first time in a long time she had ever woken up feeling happy and content; even though her bed was empty.

She wasn't alarmed by that fact. She had felt Tommy get out of bed. She had felt the kiss he dropped on her cheek. And she could hear him going through her cabinets in the kitchen.

Chuckling to herself, Brennan got up and grabbed Tommy's plaid shirt off of her floor and slipped it on before taking her dark purple silk bonnet off of her head, exposing her blue braids. She exited her bedroom and made her way to the kitchen. Her eyes settled on Tommy's muscular back as he waited for her Keurig Brewer to kick on; for coffee she was sure of. She approached him quietly, wrapping her arms around his waist; she buried her face in his back. He immediately rested his arms on top of hers.

"Mornin'." She mumbled into his skin as she kissed his back. She noticed the goosebumps rising on his skin.

"Mornin'." He spoke as he did a weird reach around; trying to pull her around to his front. "That's better." He smiled down at her as his hands rested along either side of her neck. Her hands pulled him flush against her, resting on his lower back. He leaned in at a downward angle capturing her lips in a sweet, but sweltering kiss.

She moaned into his mouth as their tongues dueled. His hands began their descent down her body following the outer curve of her breasts; his fingertips lightly trailing down her rib cage; before curving over the swell of her hips. He squeezed them, before lifting her to sit on the counter as their kiss ended.

Her legs opened to accommodate his body; wrapping loosely around him as her arms draped over his shoulders; her fingers interlacing as they rested at the base of his skull.

"You're one hell of a distraction." He chuckled before he kissed her again. This time much more chastely. "I forgot about my coffee."

"Well, if that's the case, you enjoy that coffee. I'm gonna go shower and get ready for work." Her voice held a teasing lilt.

He gripped her legs tighter, but took a small step back, making her eyes to go wide. He squatted down and pulled her off the counter, laying her over his shoulder. She let out a string of swears at him for scaring her. He playfully smacked her on the ass as he carried her to the bathroom.

"You're a fucking jerk." She joked as she swatted him in the chest.

"You're welcome, brat." He teased back before stealing another kiss. "Hey, turn that on and I'll join you. I've gotta run to my truck." He spoke as walked back into her bedroom.

She took his shirt off and then her bra.

"You want your shirt?" She called out to him.

"What?" His eyes landed on her and her bare breasts. She was brushing her teeth, the slight movement of her right arm making her breasts jiggle. She spit the foam from her toothpaste in the sink, turning slightly to look at him.

"Do you want your shirt?"

'No, but goddamn do I want you.'

"Uh... No. No. I'll be right back." He stuttered before walking away.

Brennan smirked at her reflection in the mirror. 'God, I love being such a tease.'

By the time she finished brushing her teeth and washing her face, Tommy was back. She turned the shower on all the way to hot so the pipes would warm. As she was adjusting the temperature, Tommy came in behind her, gripping her hips, pulling her ass against the beginnings of his erection. She bit her lip, trying not to smile.

"You think it's cute to tease me like that, don't you?" He harshly whispered in her ear.

"I do, actually." She pressed her ass harder into him.

"Oh, is that so?" His left hand moved up to grip her left breast.

"Mmhmm. I love seeing the reaction I get from you." She breathed out as his lips met the left side of her neck.

"Is this a good enough reaction for you, baby?" He bit down where her neck met her shoulder as his right hand opened her thick thighs and pushed her panties to the side. He used his index and middle fingers to open her sex before slowly running his fingers along her wetness then back up to circle her clit. She bucked slightly at the sensation as a small satisfied sound fell from her lips. He surged forward pressing her into the wall. She moaned then, reaching back trying to rid him of his jeans and boxer briefs. He pulled his body away from hers, keeping his ministrations on her clit. She groaned in both pleasure and frustration.

"Tommy..." She whined.

"Patience, baby. Be a good girl and let me take care of you, okay?"

She nodded as he completely removed his hands from her body. Her body was primed, teased and he was just getting warmed up. She stayed leaning against the wall. He stripped his clothes off then returned back to her. He trailed kisses from her neck; bending down kissing to the dip in her lower back. His large fingers curled inside the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them from her body, his lips following the fabric. He repeated the process until he was upright, looming over her. He slowly turned her around, her eyes trailed his body before he tipped her chin up to lock eyes with him.

"We better get in before we run out of hot water."

"I need a cold shower." She commented as they entered the shower.

He laughed, "Aw, we aren't done."

She gave him a disbelieving look; a look that caused a devious expression to grace his face. He pulled her into him, kissing her deeply. His hand gripping the back of her neck as her fingernails lightly dragged along his lower back. He walked forward backing her up until her back was against the cool tile. She hissed at the sensation, momentarily breaking their kiss, but pulled him back in. Her aggressiveness made him swell with pride and smile against her lips.

He broke their kiss, licking her lips with the tip of his tongue. She smiled at him as he turned his attention to her neck and breasts. Her head lolled backwards, leaning against the wall of the shower as Tommy dropped to his knees in front of her. He lifted her left leg, draping it over his shoulder as he dropped open mouthed kisses to her inner thigh. She whimpered, gripping his hair. He let out a sound between a growl and a moan at her pulling his hair.

He licked her sex once from bottom to top. "You don't like being teased, do you Flower?"

"No!"

"That's interesting." He lathed another slow, long lick to her.

"God, stop talking. Just... Just..."

"Just what?" He challenged as he licked her once again then sucked her bundle of nerves between his lips. She moaned at the sensation.

"Talk to me, Flower. What do you want me to do?" He watched her from his position on his knees.

"Fuck, Tommy. Eat me. I want you to eat me. Please." She begged pushing his face deeper into her. He smiled against her sex and began his quest to drive his girl, his Blue, to orgasm. And much to his surprise it didn't take long. Once his fingers were introduced into the equation, she was a goner. His name was tumbling from her lips was music to his ears and as her leg quivered and her sex spasmed around his fingers was a sight for sore eyes.

He held her steady as he stood to his full height. He lifted her smaller body, wrapping her legs around his waist, crossing at her ankles. Their eyes locked and the same look he noticed the night before was there, but in this moment was tinged with lust. He searched her face before kissing her deeply as he moved them so she was against the wall again. He positioned himself at her entrance. He placed another hot, needy kiss to her lips as he pushed inside of her. She gasped, stretching to accommodate him. He pulled away from their kiss, resting his forehead against hers. They were in sync. Their eyes opened at the same time, focusing on each other. No words were spoken as he began to slowly move in and out of her. He loved how her face contorted in pleasure; how her hands and lips scrambled for purchase on any part of his slick skin; how her moans and groans echoed and resonated with him. As he watched her, he knew neither of them were going to last long. Not this time at least. He groaned into the side of her neck, making her let out a breathy chuckle quickly followed by a moan.

"Harder, mon rayon de soleil." The need in her voice spurred him on. The moan of satisfaction went straight to his balls. This woman was going to be the death of him. The way her body was reacting to him, her short nails scratching his back, her hips grinding into his, her biting his neck as well as nipping his lips, he knew. She was close. He could feel it. And in that moment, he made a silent vow to himself that whenever they made love or fucked, he'd make damn sure she'd always get hers first; multiple times if he had his way. Nothing compared to watching her fall apart in his arms.

He whispered to her, kissing and nibbling on her ear, "Cum for me, Flower." He kissed down her jaw until he reached her mouth, jack hammering in and out of her until her whole body tensed, her sex gripping him tightly. He held her close, swallowing her moans until her body started to relax. He pulled out of her holding her against him, as she reached between them.

"Fuck, Brennan." He groaned out as she stroked him.

"Tu ne sors jamais sans. Pas avec moi, mon rayon de soleil."

Their eyes locked again. Her hand and wrist were working him in an up and down slightly twisting motion. He pressed his forehead against hers, leaning in to capture her lips, his hands gripping her hips, fingertips digging into her skin as his body shuddered and his orgasm ripped through him; coming out in long thick white ropes, covering her hand and stomach.

"Fuck." He breathlessly drew out the word. His kiss was hard and aggressive. She melted into him, loving his rougher, slightly more dominant side. After they broke the kiss, she looked up at him, licking her hand, tasting their essences. His jaw dropped as they untangled themselves.

"What?" It was supposed to be innocent, but there was nothing innocent about what he had just witnessed or what had just occurred in her shower.

"Wow." He breathed out as she continued licking her hand before turning her attention to her stomach. "We're in a shower. You don't..."

"I know, but I don't like to waste." She put her index finger in her mouth, sucking the tip clean, removing it with a sucking pop sound.

He shook his head in disbelief.

"I told you, you had no idea." She taunted, as she tried to step around him.

"The water is cold." He stopped her. She reached around him and turned the knob all the way over to hot. "I think I have an idea now though. Christ..." He chuckled as he kissed her on the forehead.

"Were you speaking French?" He ran his hands over his head, letting the water cascade over him. She watched him with a small touching her lips. He was fucking gorgeous; even more so with the thin red welts along his back.

"I was. Did you like it?" She spoke as she twisted her braids up into a messy bun to keep them dry, before handing him a shampoo.

"Depends… What did you say?" He rinsed his hair, before turning towards her. He stepped aside to let her stand under the warm stream of water. He groaned internally at the sight before him. She was standing straight up, her head slightly tilted back to keep the water from her glowing face. His lips turned up small smile, a feeling of pride and satisfaction filling him when he noticed the faintest hints of bruising on the backs of her hips and lower back.

Brennan chuckled as she grabbed her red loofah and body wash, working up a lather, "I called you my sunshine and you never go without, not with me." She turned to face him, letting the water cascade down her back.

In that moment, standing naked and vulnerable in her shower, he stared at her. Her hazel eyes focused on him as they always seemed to be, he reached out and pulled her soapy body against his wet one, making her laugh into his chest.

Affection and admiration is what he felt in that moment. He picked her up again, her arms went around his neck as they kissed again. She smiled against his lips before pecking him several more times before she was carefully placed back on her feet.

He grabbed her loofah and began washing her back, "Your sunshine, huh?" He chuckled.

"Yeah. You don't like it, do you?" She turned slightly to look over her shoulder at him.

"I just think it's funny that you think of me as sunshine. I'm kind of a dick, babe. You know that."

She snatched the loofah out of his hand and finished lathering her legs and turning to face him. "You absolutely are, but that doesn't mean you don't brighten my days when I'm feeling down."

Did she really think that of him? He really had no idea about all of the ways he made her feel. He shook his head as she finished washing him and they both rinsed off in nearly ice cold water.

"Speaking of nicknames… Flower? Where the hell did that come from?" She spoke as she wiped the excess water from her body and wrapped herself in a huge purple towel.

He thought momentarily as wrapped a towel around his narrow hips, before grabbing another one to towel dry his hair. "It kind of came out of nowhere, but that's what you remind of."

A look of intrigue and confusion graced her face.

He shrugged, "Roses have thorns, some flowers grow in freezing conditions and some flowers grow out of cracks in the concrete. You're a tough ass chick Brennan, but you're also delicate and pretty as a flower."

She rolled her eyes at him before she playfully pushed him. She left the bathroom before he could notice the glassiness in her eyes at his sentiment.

After their shower and another steamy make out session, Brennan was rushing to do her makeup. She had applied her foundation, concealer, filled in her brows, contoured and bronzed in one step, put on blush and powdered her skin down to a natural matte. Tommy watched her from his spot in her bed as she applied a highlight to the tops of her cheekbones, along her brow bones and her Cupid's bow. She rushed putting mascara on her top lashes then spritzed her face with a setting spray. She quietly spoke to herself as she sprayed her body down with perfume then wiggled into skin tight white skinny jeans and layered two white tank tops. She threw on her black blazer and sat to put on her white high top vans. She put some faux diamond earrings in her ears then walked over to kiss him goodbye.

He watched her leave the room, listening to her rustle about in the living room, grabbing her keys and bag then heard the door close and lock behind her.

He sat in her bed, the bed they had just rolled around in after their shower session, thinking about how effortlessly they ended up there; both in the shower and in her bed; and how he was deliciously satisfied, but still craving her. He had been hooked on her before, but this was a new level. He chuckled despite himself as he shook his head. He knew from the second he saw her, that he wanted to get to know her. He thought maybe he'd ask her on a date or two just to see what she was about and maybe that would lead to striking up a friendship. He had gotten all of that and then some. Try as he might to deny it, he was in love with her. He was a man that didn't take any shit from anyone about anything and yet, he and Brennan had already gone through some shit he would've never put up with otherwise. He allowed himself to open up to her and she did the same for him. Even from the smallest gestures, like the kiss on his back or her telling him how handsome he looked or how bad ass he looked in the ring during a show. Hell, even if she decided to cook something for them made him swell with pride and happiness. He didn't know how else to explain how he felt about her other than it being love.

"Shit." He ran his hand over his head as realization set in. He got out of her bed and rifled through his duffel bag looking for clean gym shorts and a shirt. He slid the shorts on as he looked over at Brennan's vanity. His eyes were drawn to the film strip that was stuck to the mirror with a piece of tape. He shook his head as a smile graced his face. The pictures were from the night they crammed themselves into that tiny photo booth in Daytona. He noticed her phone sitting on the table of the vanity. He snatched the device off the table and made his way to the front door.

He took the stairs two at a time, in what he thought was a feeble chance to catch her. He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed her standing at the end of the walkway near his truck with Dennis.

"I don't have time for this shit. I'm already late for work."

"Come on, Brennan. I think you owe me that much."

"I don't owe you shit, Dennis. If anything, you owe me a fucking apology."

"Brennan." Tommy's voice was clear and distinct over her and Dennis speaking.

She turned slowly to face Tommy.

"Hey, what's up?" She said walking towards him.

"Everything alright?" He glanced down at her before looking up and focusing on Dennis.

"Yeah. Everything is fine. He just wants to talk, but I don't want to hear anything he has to say."

'Good. That's my girl. Put him in his place before I have to.' Tommy nodded curtly, "You forgot your phone." He handed her the device.

"I was looking for it when his creepy ass came out of nowhere."

He couldn't stop the amused look that crossed his face.

"You sure everything is okay?"

"Yes, over protective ass. It's fine. I'm leaving." She chuckled.

He looked skeptical, "Alright. I'll see you in a little bit."

She nodded at him before turning away.

"Hey." He reached out for her, turning her towards him as he kissed her deeply. She melted against him, savoring the feeling of him pressed against her and his lips against hers.

"You're not slick, Thomas Pestock." She knew he was kissing her like that as a big fuck you to Dennis.

"I wasn't trying to be, Brennan Géroux."

She narrowed her eyes at him before turning and walking away.

"Bye, Dennis." She said sharply as she walked towards her car.

Tommy stood there watching as she got in her car. He waited until she backed out of her spot and left. He gave Dennis a pointed, challenging look. Dennis briefly held Tommy's gaze before he shook his head and walked in the direction of his car.

A smug look came across Tommy's face. He was gloating on the inside. He finally had his girl and her ex was trying to get her back, but she wasn't having any of that. She only wanted Tommy and that feeling filled him with pride and more love for that woman. He chuckled to himself before he turned and headed back up the stairs to her apartment.

Thoughts? Concerns? Praise? Scathing remarks? Anyone need a cold shower?