Author's Note: Here's the second installment. (Please note I've changed the rating.) I totally love Phantom Of the Opera and I was listening to this the other day and thought of this. Nastier than my usual writing, but who doesn't love a side of smut? Especially if it's the Jommy sort. ;) Enjoy folks! Don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I don't own jack, so yeah...

Background Info: Set sometime after 'Unsweet Sixteen'. Uh...I guess that's all I need to say...

Past The Point Of No Return
Rated: M
By Miss Massacre

"You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge,
In pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent.
Silent...
I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge -
in your mind you've already succumbed to me
dropped all defenses completely succumbed to me -
now you are here with me:
no second thoughts, you've decided.
Decided..."

-Don Juan (Erik);

Nothing could end with just a passionate kiss. It was never that easy, Jude knew it and Tommy knew it, even if he wouldn't admit it. How she ended up in front of Tommy's apartment building at two in the morning with the rain falling in sheets - she'll never know, but truthfully, she didn't give a damn. She had school in a few hours, yet she still left her warm bed to walk two miles. The past few days following her bittersweet sixteenth birthday were tense and she was here to relieve that. She pulled up her red hair into a bun and slowly walked into his apartment building. It was quiet and high end. A self-tanning abuser sat at the receptionist desk, reading a People magazine. Quietly she slipped past her, taking the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. She dug in her memory and remembered Tommy mentioning he lived on the tenth floor before.

Within seconds she was standing in front of a robin blue door, gold plated numbers reading the numbers 1016. Before she lost her nerve, her bent knuckles met the door in three quick raps. As she was about to knock again, the door swung open and there stood Tommy in all his glory. Messed up hair, minimal clothing, and a slight detatched look to his glassy eyes. She wished she could see him like that all time, he had a natural sexiness to him.

Past the point of no return.
No backward glances, our games of make believe are at an end.

"Jude?" The sound of her name rolling off his lips made her heart beat erratically. "What are you doing here?"

Suddenly, her throat was dry. "I don't know." She said shaking her head as she suddenly realized that her purple t-shirt was soaking wet and clinging to her braless chest. She crossed her arms over her erect nipples, licking her lips. "I - I was just thinking about you..."

His eyes softened and a smile spread across his perfect lips. "I was just dreaming about you..." Suddenly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside his apartment, slamming the door behind her. He pinned her to the door, hips to hips, chest to chest. Before any words were uttered, their lips were molding together in a passionate kiss. Hot as, if not hotter than, their kiss in the alleyway a few days ago.

Past a thought of "if" or "when".
No use resisting - abandon thoughts and let the dream descend

He knew it was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but they did nothing to stop it. They couldn't deny it now, they were both in too deep now. Her arms quickly wound around his neck, pulling him closer to her if possible. His fingers skimmed beneath her shirt, the trail he left igniting a fire inside of her she never felt before. As his tongue drug across her bottom lip, all her thoughts ceased. All she could focus on was his touch, the feeling of his lips on hers, and how good it felt for them to finally be together. It was hard to sit in the studio and stare at him through the glass when she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Finally he pulled away, his lungs begging for air. Her leg was wrapped around his waist and she could feel his erection poking at her through her purple plaid pajama pants. Their chest heaved together and he chuckled. Swiftly he picked up her other leg and wrapped it around his waist, carrying her to the couch. He tossed her into the overstuffed couch, crawling between her legs. He started kissing at the waistband of her pants, pushing her shirt up as his kisses got higher.

A low moan rose from her throat as he exposed her left breast, immediately taking her nipple in his warm mouth. His tongue swirled around as his hand found the other, rubbing her taut nipple between his two fingers. She whimpered as his mouth left her chest and hovered above her. "Never in a million years did I expect to end up here with you on my couch..." He whispered, his voice husky with lust. His eyes traveled down her exposed abdomen. "God, you're so beautiful."

What raging fires shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks it's door?
What sweet seduction lies before us?

His hand trailed down her side to her waist band, exposing her hip. He lowered himself to kiss her bare skin trailing kisses across her waist, a chuckle rising from his throat and reverberating against her causing a tingle to trail down her back that ended at her core. He continued pulling down those pajama pants until he revealed a perfect pink pussy donned with a small tuft of red curls. "Carpets match the drapes, huh?" He murmured before sliding her pants along with her panties the rest of the way off.

She felt nothing until something warm and wet slide between her southern lips, finding her entrance and making itself comfortable. It was like nothing she ever felt before. Sure, she'd tried her hand at masturbating, but nothing had ever felt this exhilarating...this mind blowing. If there was an inkling of thought in her mind before it shattered at that moment. An orgasm quickly hit her like a Tonka truck, a loud moan escaped her lips and she gripped the sides of his head.

"Mmm...jesus." She whispered to herself as he licked her clean. Within moments he was hovering above her, a seductive smile on his face. He covered her lips with his own her cum, still wet on his lips, mixed with their spit and she felt another orgasm building up. Somehow she knew it was only going to be the second of the many she'd be having that night.

"You've got a tattoo on your hip?" He asked with a smile, his lips inches away from hers.

Past the point of no return, the final threshold -
what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point of no return . . .

She giggled and nodded her head, remembering after she'd gotten the 'J' on her leg she and Jamie decided to drink some of the wine coolers his Nana had in their fridge. After drinking a few she'd decided to go back and get a playboy bunny on her hip. She did it to spite Sadie, who'd always told her she was too homely to do anything, or be anyone, like that. Jamie tried with all his might to stop her, but no one could stop a drunk and determined Jude Harrison.

His smile grew wider and he kissed her lips sweetly before pulling back again. "It's sexy..." He told her and even though he couldn't see her that well, he knew she blushed. He kissed each of her cheeks, moving down to her neck and beginning to suck. It wasn't too long until there was a hickey, red and flushed, standing out against her porcelain skin. Her hands traveled down his sides to the drawstring of his pajama pants and, with more courage than she thought she had at that moment, pulled them down. His erection sprung from it's hold, brushing against her stomach, and with her feet, she slid the pants down to his ankles.

You have brought me to that moment
where words run dry, to that moment
where speech disappears into silence,
silence . . .

He quickly stripped her of her shirt and soon they were pressed together, skin to skin, their body heat warm enough to heat up the whole room. "Is this your first time, Jude?" She nodded, licking her lips.

"Are you sure you want to do this...?" He asked, and she looked at him incredulously. When she first came here, she didn't have an idea of why she was there, only that she knew she should be - had to be. She'd imagined this a million times before, it may've not been on the couch or with her soaking wet from the rain, but sex was sex.

She nodded her head quickly, biting her bottom lip. "Oh God, yes." She breathed, rubbing the inside of her thigh against his hip.

I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why...
In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining
defenseless and silent -
and now I am here with you: no second thoughts I've decided...
decided...

He disappeared for a moment only to return to his spot in between her legs, ripping a foil packet with his teeth. She didn't need to ask what it was - she knew it was the fifty cents insurance policy - and took the condom from his hands. As sensually as she could, she slid the rubber down his shaft to the base. When she was done, he took her hands and pinned them above her head. They exchanged looks as only lovers could and with a nod of her head, he slowly pushed himself inside her.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been dreaming of this moment. The moment of when they'd finally push past their walls, put their games on pause and finally indulge a little. Before G-Major, she thought that being a teen would give her more freedom, but since meeting Tommy Quincy that thought had been thrown out of the window. Never, in her lifetime had something, so tempting and sexy, metaphorically called her name. It was so wrong, but at the same time...it was so right.

Past the point of no return - no going back now:
our passion-play has now, at last, begun...
Past all thought of right or wrong - one final question:
how long should we two wait, before we're one...?

Before he reached her barrier, he withdrew only to slam himself back inside of her, this time turning her from a girl to a woman. Her thighs tightened around him and her eyes closed as a cry, laced with pain and pleasure, escaped from her rosy lips. He kissed her fully, his thrust starting soft but once her hips raised to meet his, they became harder and more insistent. She writhed beneath him, arching her back and biting his lip.

Her senses were ignited, everything on edge. She'd never felt this...satisfied. One hand maneuvered between them, flicking her engorged clitoris, causing her to hit a new note as she came just as forcefully as the first time, this time her walls clenching around his member. He groaned her name as her nails dug a track down his back, feeling his own orgasm building up inside of him. He lifted her leg, his thrusts becoming more erratic each time their hips collided.

When will the blood begin to race,
the sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume us...?

Her hand flew out and gripped the back of the couch as her toes curled under. "God...yes!" She cried as her walls tightened around him in orgasm, again.

Tommy's nails dug into her hips as he thrust inside of her once more, finding his own release. "Jude!" He called out, nuzzling his face in her neck. He slumped over her, balancing his weight so as to not squish her, their breathing out of their control. Her hand reached up to wipe the sweat covering his forehead and he smiled warmly, kissing her nose, before turning so she was laying atop him.

Past the point of no return, the final threshold -
the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn...

They'd come together that night like never before. As they lay there together, in their after-sex euphoria, Tommy knew things would never be the same between them again. Work wouldn't be the same, talking about her wouldn't be the same, hell his life probably wouldn't be the same. The first time he saw her, he knew she'd be the girl to change his life. To make him mature up. Never in his life did he believe that a sixteen year old contest winner would the girl to do that. He wouldn't regret it though, no way would he regret this. And there was no way he could make her forget this because for once in his life, he felt whole. And nothing, not any amount of money, not any fantasy girl of his - nothing would, or could, ever contend with that feeling.

We've passed the point of no return...