The Roosevelt - 10:00 AM

A slight breeze came through the windows the next morning. I was lying on my side, snoozing soundly. Connor had his arm wrapped gingerly around me, trying not to touch my tattoo. Our toes were poking out of the sheets, the warm sun casting its glow on them. I could feel Connor playing footsies with me, gently rubbing his toes along my feet. I giggled softly in my sleep, enjoying the closeness. Then, ever so softly, he leaned over, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek.

'Good mornin', beautiful,' he whispered in his still sleep-rumbled voice.

I opened my eyes. I rolled over onto my side, looking up at him. His dirty blond hair was messy, sticking up in all directions. His eyes were clouded with sleep, dancing under thick lashes. I smiled.

'Good morning, my love,' I said gently.

Connor smiled sleepily. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in close to him. He pressed his lips to my hair, gently kissing the top of my head. I sighed sleepily, burying my face in his neck. Connor chuckled.

'Did ye 'ave sweet dreams, love?' he mused, stroking my spine.

I laughed.

'You were in them,' I teased, 'what does that tell you?'

Connor laughed.

'Tha' ye 'ad good dreams,' he said.

I giggled. Connor stroked my hair, planting a kiss on my temple, burying his nose in my hair. I sighed dreamily, slowly falling asleep again.

Connor looked down, noticing that I was drifting off. He smirked, rolling onto his back, pulling me on top of him.

I gasped as I felt Connor move. He held my face in his hands, angling my neck up so he could gently kiss under my jaw. I purred softly, my breathing slowly becoming uneven with each kiss. Connor chuckled, his hot breath tickling my skin.

'Am I turnin' ye on, love?' he teased.

'Maybe…' I said softly.

Connor laughed. He moved down from my jaw, gently brushing his lips along my neck. I moaned softly, knotting my fingers in his hair.

Connor moved one of his hands down from my face. He ran his fingers along my spine, kissing along my jaw line. I gasped, shuddering slightly at his touch.

Connor chuckled softly at my shudder. He kissed up along my cheek, teasingly kissing the side of my mouth. I giggled.

'Okay,' I said, pulling back, 'enough. I need to go clean my tattoo.'

Connor pouted. I got up, walking towards the bathroom. I stripped myself of my gown, quickly running back into the room to grab my bathrobe and whatever else I needed. Connor purred.

'Sexy,' he drawled.

I laughed. I ran back into the bathroom, setting everything down before bending over to turn the water on when I suddenly felt something caressing my pussy. I giggled.

'Connor…' I teased.

Connor chuckled. He walked up behind me, gently placing a kiss on my shoulder blade.

'How's yer tattoo feelin'?' he asked.

'Sore,' I said, 'it'll be like that for a while.'

Connor didn't say anything. He placed his hands on my hips, kissing my tattoo again. I turned the water off before turning to face him again.

'Okay, you,' I said, 'out. I'd like to bathe in peace.'

'But…' stammered Connor, 'but…'

I sighed.

'No buts,' I said, turning him and gently pushing him towards the door, 'I just need to wash my hair and tattoo. I won't be long.'

Connor opened his mouth to respond, but it was too late. I shut the door, locking it so he wouldn't disturb me. He frowned.

'I love ye, too,' he grouched, turning to go back to the bed.

I sighed deeply. I walked over to the tub, gently placing my right foot into the water before I sat down. I gently dipped my shoulder under the water, getting my tattoo nice and wet before I grabbed the soap and washed it.

After I was done washing my tattoo, I washed my hair. I didn't want to leave Connor waiting too long in case he fell asleep again, and waking him up is a chore in itself.

After I was finished washing my hair, I pulled the plug and stepped out of the tub. I dabbed my tattoo with my towel, putting the ointment on it before running my towel through my hair so I could dry it. I looked at my reflection, turning slightly to look at my tattoo in the mirror. I smiled.

'This quote couldn't be any truer,' I said to myself, 'little engines can do big things.'

Connor sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. I brushed my hair out, grabbing my hair drier. I turned it on, running it through my hair.

Connor flopped back against the pillows. He looked over at the clock, growling.

'Come on, Becca…' he grouched, 'hurry tha fuck up…'

I finished with my hair. After my flat-iron was heated up, I straightened all the kinks and waves in my hair. I looked at my reflection, smiling.

'Alright…' I said, 'time to go check on Connor.'

Connor looked up as he heard me un-locking the door. He grinned, hiding in a corner so I wouldn't see him. I opened the door, frowning when I noticed the empty bed.

'Where in the hell did he go?' I whispered softly.

Well…after I said that, I regretted it. Something came running up beside me, grabbing me by the waist. I screamed, struggling in the stranger's arms.

'LET ME GO!' I cried, 'LET ME GO!'

'Babe!' said a voice, 'calm down! T'is me!'

I growled when I recognized the voice.

'Connor…' I hissed.

Connor laughed. He kissed the side of my head, slowly running his hands along my body. I growled again.

'Not funny, asshole,' I grouched, 'you know I don't like it when people scare me.'

'Aww…' said Connor, 'I know what'll cheer ye up.'

'What?' I asked.

Connor smirked. He brushed my hair away from the right side of my neck. He gently kissed along my neck and shoulders, running his hands along my inner thighs. I purred low in my throat, slowly melting in his arms.

Connor gently scooped me up in his arms. He carried me over to the bed, laying me against the pillows. His eyes danced with a fiery lust as he looked at me, wanting me. I cupped the back of his head, bringing my lips to his.

Connor moaned low in his throat as my lips caressed his. He ran his hands along my legs, gently rocking his hips against me.

I wrapped my legs tightly around Connor's hips. I knotted my fingers in his hair, tracing his lips with my tongue.

Connor was slowly starting to become impatient. He reached down, pulling his boxers off without breaking the kiss.

I could feel our desire mixing with each other with each stroke of our lips. I wrapped my arms tightly around Connor's neck, pulling him in closer to me. I looked him dead in the eye, using my eyes to beg for him. He smirked, slowly teasing my clit with his cock.

I shivered slightly as Connor's cock slid more and more towards my pussy. My entire body was aching for him to be inside me, to be close to me.

Connor couldn't wait any longer. He slid inside me in one fluid motion, throwing his head back, groaning with pleasure.

I gasped as he slid deep inside my walls. I wrapped my legs even tighter around him, bringing my knees to my chest.

Connor slowly rocked his hips forwards. He pressed his lips to mine, his stomach rubbing against my skin.

I moaned softly as Connor's cock stroked my G-Spot. I ran my nails down his back, moulding my body to his.

Connor growled as my nails dug into his skin. He pulled back, propping my feet up on his shoulders. He pinned my wrists, thrusting harder.

I bit my lip as the pleasure in my body increased. I could feel my toes curling as my climax built, getting closer and closer to the edge. Connor growled distastefully at the sight of me biting my lip.

'Stop tha',' he growled, 'I wanna 'ear ye scream fer me, Baby Doll.'

I whimpered as Connor bit my neck. I looked up at him, hesitantly letting go of my lower lip. He grinned.

'Good girl,' he mused, pressing his lips to mine again.

I growled into the kiss as the pleasure increased. I wanted to fight against the pleasure, but Connor knew me too well to let that happen. He thrusted harder, slamming me into the mattress. My back arched as my body released, screaming against Connor's lips.

Connor growled as my body clenched around him. He pulled back from the kiss, throwing his head back, moaning as he released. I panted, going limp under him.

'Oh, God…' I moaned, 'whew…'

Connor moaned. He rolled onto his back, panting. I snuggled up next to him, gently placing a kiss on his neck.

'A. Triple. Plus…' I panted, 'wow…'

Connor chuckled.

'An' an A Quadruple Plus fer ye,' he mused, kissing my forehead, 'surrounded by a 'eart.'

I giggled. Connor stroked my hair, gently kissing my forehead.

'Have I ever told ye tha' ye 'ave a cute giggle?' he mused.

I laughed.

'Only a million times a day,' I mused.

'But yer no' sick o' me sayin' it,' teased Connor.

I giggled. I crawled on top of hi, gently resting my head on his chest. He smiled, rubbing my back.

'Yer my everythin', baby,' he said softly, 'me entire world.'

'Aww…' I blushed.

Connor smiled. He stroked my spine, tracing imaginary tattoos on my skin. I sighed contently, closing my eyes as he spoke.

'No' a day goes by tha' I don' feel lucky ta 'ave ye in my life,' he said softly, 'yer no' jus' my world, Rebecca. Yer me entire universe, an' I love ye.'

I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. I was so overcome with joy I couldn't find the right words. I lifted my head, getting ready to kiss him when I heard a knock at the door, followed by a familiar voice.

'Come on, you two! Breakfast is ready!'

I growled.

'God damn it, Emily…' I hissed under my breath.

Connor sighed.

'Come on, love,' he said, 'let's get ye fed then we can come back an' relax fer a bit.'

I sighed.

'Alright…' I said in a dejected tone, 'let's go…'

That Afternoon

'This is so relaxing…'

'I agree, Becca…I fucking agree…'

After we were finished lunch, we decided to go out to the pool. All the guys were swimming while us girls dipped our feet in the water, watching them. Isabelle sighed dreamily, angling her neck up.

'I can just feel all the Vitamin D soaking into my pores…' she said, 'I love it…'

Jane groaned happily.

'This is the life…' she said, 'soaking up the California sun with my best girls…'

'Amen, Jane…' I said dreamily, 'a-fucking-men…'

Angelica angled her head up towards the sun. She sighed happily as the sun cast its warm glow on her caramel skin.

'The weather here is amazing…' she said, 'I love it…'

'Try living in Florida for twenty years,' said Isabelle, 'the weather there is gorgeous.'

Angelica laughed. Emily looked over at Murphy, sighing dreamily.

'Isn't he handsome?' she sighed.

'I don't know,' teased Jane, 'he's not my boyfriend.'

Emily laughed. I closed my eyes, daydreaming about the day of my wedding when I felt something grabbing my ankles.

'GOTCHA!'

I screamed. I heard a familiar laugh, growling fiercely when I recognized its owner.

'You fucking asshole…' I said angrily.

Connor laughed.

'Aww, come on…' he said innocently, 'ye love me.'

'If I could swim, your ass would get such a beating, it would make Annabelle blush,' I scowled.

Connor snorted.

'Ye wouldn't hurt me,' he said.

'Wanna bet?' I said.

'Aww, babe…' said Connor, kissing my leg, 'lighten up.'

'You know I don't like being scared,' I said grumpily.

'I know ye don' love,' said Connor, 'but I couldn' resist.'

I snarled. Connor swam away, knowing if he kept it up I would end up kicking his ass. I sighed.

'Men…' I said.

'Emily laughed.

'What a jokester,…' she said, shaking her head.

I snorted.

'Jerk is more like it…' I grouched.

'When will he learn?' teased Angelica.

'I hope it's soon,' I growled, 'really fucking soon.'

'Hey, Becca…' said Isabelle, 'I just thought of an idea.'

'What?' I said, sounding very curious.

'Why don't you scare him back?' said Isabelle, 'you know what they say about paybacks.'

I snorted.

'He doesn't scare easy,' I said, 'and besides, I'm not gonna stoop to his level. The last time I did that, he didn't talk to me for an entire week.'

'Oh…' said Isabelle, 'right…well…I can't think of anything else for you to pay him back, unfortunately.'

I growled.

'Like I said, Isabelle,' I snapped, 'I'm not stooping to that level. I'm more mature than that.'

'Mommy and Daddy taught us not to stoop to other people's levels,' said Emily, 'that's why she won't do it.'

'Exactly,' I said, 'too bad Isabelle doesn't have the same morals that we do.'

'Hey!' said Isabelle defensively, 'it was just an idea!'

I snorted.

'Yeah…' I said, 'a really crappy one.'

'Not every one of my ideas are gonna b e good ones, Becca,' said Isabelle, 'some of them will suck.'

I sighed. I looked over at Connor, tilting my head the way I always do when I'm thinking about something.

'I think I might egg him on later…' I said thoughtfully, 'I've been hankering for some angry sex lately…'

'Oh, boy…' sighed Emily, shaking her head.

'Oh, come on, Em…' I said, playfully shoving her with my good arm, 'don't be such a prude.'

'Oh, really?' said Emily, 'I still remember the one night you kept Murphy and I awake because of your little angry sex fetish.'

I snorted.

'Yeah,' I said, 'because your boyfriend was being a dick.'

The Saints Mansion: Earlier That Year

'MAYBE YE SHOULD CONSIDER YER BRUDDER WHEN IT COMES TA YER BITCH!'

'MAYBE YE SHOULD INVEST IN FUCKIN' EARPLUGS!'

'MAYBE YE SHOULD INVEST IN A FUCKIN' MUZZLE!'

I sighed as I turned the television up more. I was trying to watch Thomas & The Magic Railroad, but I could barely hear it over the sound of Connor and Murphy arguing. Emily came down the stairs, frowning as she walked into the living room.

'Becca…' she said, 'why is the TV blaring?'

'AT LEAST I CAN MAKE EMILY SUBMIT!'

'AT LEAST I CAN MAKE REBECCA SCREAM!'

'Does that answer your question, Em?' I said sarcastically.

'S'NO' ME FAULT YER WOMAN IS A WHORE!'

'REBECCA IS NOT A WHORE, YE FUCKIN' ARSE!'

'Sheesh…' said Emily, sitting down next to me, 'they fight like a couple of kids…'

'You're not kidding,' I said.

'YER WOMAN IS A FUCKIN' WHORE AN' YE KNOW IT! AT LEAST EMILY KNOWS 'OW TA KEEP 'ER GOD DAMN LEGS CLOSED!'

Connor didn't respond. I immediately knew that Murphy had touched a nerve. Next thing I knew, I felt something grabbing my hair and dragging me up the stairs. I cried out.

'Ow…' I whimpered, 'owowowowowowowowowowowowowow owowowowowowowow…'

Connor ignored my cries of pain. He flung the door open, picking me up and tossing me onto the bed. I didn't know what was about to happen to me, and I was scared.

'Connor…' I whimpered, 'what are you…?'

Connor looked at me. He sighed as he watched me cower in terror. He sat down gently, coaxing me to move my arms.

'I'm no' gonna 'urt ye, love,' he said gently, 'ye remember wha' ye told me tha first time ye 'eard Murph an' I argue?'

I nodded.

'That you could use angry sex to let out all your anger so you'd be in a better mood,' I said.

Connor nodded. He reached his hand out, gently stroking my cheekbone.

'I didn' mean ta scare ye like tha', love,' he said, 'bu' Murph crossed a line when 'e called ye a whore. I hope yer prepared fer tha wrath tha' I'm gonna be unleashin' on yer fragile little body.'

I laughed.

'Oh, come on…' I teased, crawling onto his lap, 'I've been through worse. I'm a big girl. I can handle Lucky.'

Connor laughed.

'Lucky?' he said, 'really?'

'I've thought of other names,' I said, 'but Lucky works better.'

Connor chuckled.

'Cute…' he said, 'real cute…'

I giggled, then I turned serious.

'I think it's time for your Anger Management class, Mister,' I teased, 'I want you to vent all your anger on my body. Don't hold back. Use me. Be rough with me.'

Connor purred.

'Let's get started,' he said.

I laughed. Connor shoved me back against the pillows, roughly pressing his lips to mine.

I moaned softly as Connor's lips caressed mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, plunging my tongue into his mouth.

Connor growled low in his throat. He pulled back from the kiss, ripping the top of my gown open, revealing my breasts. I gasped, my eyes locking on his.

'That's it, Connor,' I coaxed as he kissed my neck, 'use me.'

'Oh, I swear ta ye…' purred Connor, 'I won't stop until yer legs are shakin' an' tha neighbours know me name.'

'Ooh…' I purred, 'I love the sounds of that…'

Connor chuckled. He ran his hands up my legs, stopping at my panty line. He slid his thumb in the lace, pulling them off in one fluid motion before stripping me of my gown.

My breathing was slowly becoming uneven. Yeah, it's a bit weird that I enjoy rough sex considering the abuse that I went through, but the difference between Giovanni and Connor is Giovanni did it to actually hurt me. Connor does it because he loves me, and I know that he's not doing it on purpose, and I trust him.

Connor sat up. He pulled me onto his lap, holding me tight. He dipped his head down, drawing one of my nipples into his mouth.

I moaned as he gently brushed his teeth along my nipple. I threw my head back, rocking my hips against him. I knew that it wouldn't be long until he became impatient and (hopefully) kept his promise about rendering me breathless.

Connor pulled back from my breast. He cupped the back of my head, bringing my lips to his. I moved my hands down from his neck, making my way down to un-buckle his belt.

Connor pulled back from the kiss to strip himself of his shirt. I un-fastened his jeans, pulling his jeans and boxers off his hips, freeing his erection.

Connor growled. He grabbed my throat, pushing me against the pillows. His eyes turned cold as he looked at me, his pent-up anger bursting like fireworks deep inside him.

'I 'ope yer ready,' he purred, 'no matter 'ow much ye tell me ta stop, no matter 'ow much ye cry, I won't stop. Ye told me ta be rough wit' ye, an' ye should know me well enough by now tha' I don't let up.'

I laughed.

'Do your worst,' I challenged, 'I can take you.'

Connor smirked. He placed his hands on my knees, spreading my legs so far apart it caused me to blush. Connor laughed as my cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, my breathing becoming uneven. He pressed his lips to the side of my mouth, playfully biting at the crimson blotches as he slid inside me.

I gasped as he filled me completely. He pinned my wrists to the pillows, rocking his hips, fast and hard. When he's in this frame of mind, he doesn't start off slow, he starts off fast and furious.

Connor tightened his grip on my wrists. He sat up, placing my feet on his shoulders. He thrusted harder, his cock slamming against my G-Spot.

I cried out as he sped up. I bit my lip, muffling the screams that had threatened to escape from my lips. Connor growled.

'Stop tha',' he scolded, 'I wanna 'ear ye scream fer me, Rebecca. I want tha neighbours to know me name.'

I shook my head. I knew that if I screamed, it wouldn't just piss off Murphy, it would piss off Emily, too, and I wasn't in the mood to fight with my sister.

Connor shook his head at my disobedience. He thrusted harder, practically drilling me into the mattress. I whined, trying my hardest to fight against the pleasure.

Connor raised his hand. He slapped me across the face. Hard. I cried out, letting go of my lower lip. Connor laughed triumphantly.

'Stupid girl…' he teased, 'stupid, stupid girl…'

I pursed my lips. I whined as I felt the pleasure in my body increase, my body screaming at me to release.

Connor sensed that I was fighting against my orgasm. He moved my feet, hovering over me as he fucked me harder and harder, causing the bed to shake. I could feel my nerves tense up as my orgasm built, my toes curling.

Connor didn't let up. He slid inside me deeper, growling and groaning with each thrust, wanting me to let go.

I couldn't fight anymore. I screamed loudly as I released, my body convulsing as I orgasmed.

Connor roared loudly as my body clenched around him. His body released before he could even think of fighting it. He panted, collapsing on top of me. I kissed his forehead, wrinkling my nose in disgust.

'Eww…' I groaned, 'sweat…'

Connor laughed. He lifted his head, pressing his lips to mine.

'So…' he said, 'shower?'

I giggled.

'Shower,' I said.

The Roosevelt: 5:00 PM

'Mmm…we should fight like this more often…'

'Mmm…I agree…'

I laughed softly. Connor and I had just finished a hot round of make-up sex. I snuggled in close to him, gently pressing my lips to his neck before burying my nose in his shoulder.

'I'm sorry for threatening to beat you up earlier,' I said softly.

'Don' worry 'bout it, love,' said Connor, gently kissing my forehead.

I sighed. I inhaled deeply, smiling softly at Connor's scent.

'Mmm…' I moaned, 'you smell like me…'

Connor chuckled. I snuggled in closer to him, sighing dreamily.

'I love you,' I whispered.

Connor smiled.

'I love ye, too, Rebecca,' he said, kissing my hair.

'I'm so happy that you're in my life,' I said, stroking his chest, 'I can't thank you enough for what you've done.'

'Aww, babe…' said Connor, blushing slightly.

I smiled. I crawled on top of him, looking him in the eyes.

'I don't have a reason to be scared anymore,' I said, stroking his cheek, 'you have helped me through literally one of the darkest times in my life.'

Well, poor Connor didn't know what to say. He cupped my cheek in his hand, his eyes shining with tears.

'Baby…' he said softly, 'I don' know wha' ta say…'

I smiled. I moved myself up, gently pressing my forehead to his.

'I love you, Connor Adam MacManus,' I said softly, 'thank you. For everything.'

Connor smiled.

'I jus' wanted what's best fer ye, love,' he said, brushing a piece of hair out of my face, 'safety.'

I giggled.

'Well, aren't you the sweetest thing,' I mused, pinching his cheek.

'Stop…' whined Connor, blushing slightly.

I laughed.

'Aww…' I cooed, 'you're so cute when you blush…'

Connor whimpered.

'Quit it…' he said, blushing deeper.

I laughed again.

'Nope,' I teased, kissing his nose, 'I enjoy making you blush.'

Connor laughed. I leaned in to kiss him again, but we were interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Michael.

'Come on, you guys! We're going to the Hollywood sign!'

I laughed.

'We'll be out in a minute!' I called, 'unless you want us to go naked!'

'I'd prefer it if you didn't!' retorted Michael.

I laughed. Then I turned to Connor.

'So…' I said, 'you ready to tear some shit up on top of the hill?'

Connor chuckled.

'Let's go tear some shit up,' he said.