A/N:

Yay! A quicker update finally! Although I only had the time to update so quick because I was sick. (So that's not so YAY). But oh well...at least I got to write and edit, too.

Hope you enjoy! Loving all the reviews on the story! So please please keep them coming!

G.

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"My foot is cramping up, Tom." Yes, surely, that's quite the turn off. But damn it, her foot is cramped up and her toes aren't curling in pleasure. "Tom...seriously..." She says again, pushing his head out from between her legs.

He looks up, and at first she thinks he's annoyed, but then he purses his lips and sighs. "Well, I suppose I can stop the foreplay to give a foot rub?" He finally states, smiling a little bit and leaning back on his knees, taking the foot that was all crunched up in a little ball.

"Ah." She hums, "Yes...that's the spot."

Her eyes are closed, so she can't see the big smirk that's on his face. "I'm not having sex with you yet..." He teases, and she peeks an eye open so that she can retort properly.

"Real funny, Captain Decker." And then her eyes close again, her fists grabbing the sheets as her toes finally loosen up, her hips coming up from the bed. "You had my toes curled up so tight that they actually cramped. I don't think that's happened before." She halfway whispers, mostly just from her voice being slightly hoarse.

She's using her other leg to wrap around him and pull him back to where he was before as he speaks, "Mm, is that a record for me? Oh, wait, another record for me?" He asks, running his right hand up her left thigh as he gets back into position.

The fact that they can be playful during intimacy makes her happy. She's realized it a few times. She loves the feeling of being able to smile, not deviously or maniacally, just genuinely smile and bite her lip. And those – the smile and lip bite – are appearing now as his chin hovers just above her clit, "Oh yes sir, definitely." She teases, wrapping both legs around him now.

His teeth run over his bottom lip real quick before he leans down, running the tip of his tongue down her lower stomach and down that wonderful little bundle of nerves, making her jerk a little. "Good." He mutters, coming up a moment before lifting her by her thighs, the crook of his elbow holding them. "What's another record I shall set?" He asks, being coy with her.

She loves it, and loves to keep baiting him by saying, "I'm not sure...any ideas?" hoping it'll turn him on more (since she sort of ruined the heat of the moment as his mouth was busy sucking on her center). When he shakes his head against her, running his tongue from the bottom of her entrance all the way to the top, reaching her clit, she hums again and bites her lip, "It's hard to break records with me, Tom." She coos, arching her back again. She can't think of anything, and maybe now isn't the best time to try to be thinking of all the times she's had sex. She's trying hard, but it's not enough. Instead, her mind is buzzing with just one thought. Is he ever going to actually get me horny?

She just isn't into it tonight. It's cold, she had a long day at work with a few annoying passengers, and she just wanted to put her feet up and go to sleep in this dingy hotel they're in tonight, waiting for their returning flight at 6:30 tomorrow morning. It's already 11:00, they shouldn't even be awake. But he wanted sex. And she wasn't going to say no. She just wants sleep.

She's not even sure if he realizes that she's totally not into it. Especially not when his head is between her legs, peppering kisses all the way up her clit, her stomach, her breasts, and then he stops at her lips and looks in her eyes. "What's up?" He whispers, his lips hovering over her chin as he holds himself above her, their bodies touching but he's not crushing her. His erection is hitting her stomach, and it makes her suck it in and shift uncomfortably underneath him. "You're not focused."

Her eyes close and she licks her lips, "I'm not focused." She says, making it a sure statement. "I'm sleepy. Tired, actually." She admits, shaking her head and opening her eyes. "Sorry, Tom, I'm just...I'm not into it tonight. We just had sex last night and today has been so long thanks to the passengers and-"

She's interrupted, now, by his lips telling her to be quiet in one of the best ways – by kissing her. It's not passionate, it's not sexy or heated, it's just a kiss. "It's okay. You don't have to be into it tonight." He whispers, moving his hand to run his fingers through her hair softly, pushing the little stray strands of curls away from her face. "How about I just please you for once? You do nothing?"

"Nothing?" She asks, raising a brow. "That sounds like such a joyous time for you." She quips, giving him a sad expression. She sighs a little bit and reaches between them, knowing he'll just smart off about how it won't be a great time at all, but he'll do it. She takes his erection in her hand but he moves his hips away from her, shaking his head.

"Tri." He murmurs, "I was being serious, too. Tonight's gonna be about you." He says, taking her hand and squeezing it, but frowning. "Good gosh you're freezing cold."

"And not horny at all..." She adds in, mumbling softly.

He's already lifting the comforter up over them, covering both of their bodies while he lays down on her, keeping most of his weight on his hands so that he won't crush her. "Just relax, Tri." He whispers in her ear, kissing her neck softly. "I'll make you warm again, and I'll help you relax."

She believes that about as much as she believes pigs will fly one day, but she just lies there and sighs. "Tom, I-"

"Sh." He whispers, smirking up at her. "Can't you just let me do this for you? You do nothing, I do all of it? Just tonight?"

"I've never done that with anyone." She says, "I've never let anyone do that, Tom. It's just weird." She says, looking up in his eyes. She feels like a teenager again, telling Luke in the back of his car that she's never been with anyone before, right as he slid in her. She told him that night that it felt weird, and that's how she felt again tonight.

He sighs softly, taking her breasts in his hands and just rubbing them, not answering. "Tell me if it still feels weird in five minutes, babe..." He says, leaning down and kissing between her breasts.

Without realizing it, her eyes close again and she sighs, still doubting that he can just make her relax. She feels more on edge than she ever has now. But he's still trying, he's hot and warming her body up just like he said he would. He's kissing down her body, now, but leaving his lips off of her center this time. Still rubbing her breasts, now rubbing his erection against her. "Does that feel good?" He asks, but she doesn't really answer. She feels uncomfortable. She feels awkward. He stops when she doesn't answer, pursing his lips. "Does it not feel good?" He asks. She knows he just wants to make sure she's not disliking it, but she would tell him otherwise.

"I just feel awkward." She says, finding his eyes again and smiling sadly. "I feel like I should be doing something but I'm too tired to do that."

He chuckles sadly and shakes his head, biting his lip. "You can't just relax, can you babe?" He asks softly, looking in her eyes. "Just relax. Think about...I don't know...about a vacation...in a nice, tropical place. Close your eyes." He instructs, and she reluctantly does so. "Now, imagine us." And she does, but she makes an unhappy noise.

"What is this supposed to be doing, Tom?" She mumbles, growing slightly irritated with this foolishness.

He sighs, "Just try it, for me?"

She thinks for a moment, and her body sinks into the bed, "Okay." She says, trying to be cooperative about it. Trying to imagine them, just for him. "Okay, I see us."

"Doing what?"

"Doing...just sitting. We're in front of a fireplace, on the couch in your house – though you don't have a fireplace? But I'm in your arms, and we're drinking hot chocolate."

He smiles softly at that, nodding and biting his lip. "Now take that relaxed feeling, take that and put it in you now. Who was the one who made the fire?" He asks.

"You, I suppose..."

"Who was the one that made the hot chocolate?"

"You?"

"And who was the one who made you feel relaxed?" He finally asks, and she smiles a little.

"You." She says, more definitively this time.

"Exactly." He answers, smiling at her realization. "I'm always going to try to make you feel relaxed. This is just one different way." He says, then reaches down between them and places two fingers on her clit, gently rubbing in circles and kissing at her collarbone. His erection is still rubbing on her, and she finally feels a bit relaxed. She finally feels the peace fall over her. Her eyelids relax, too, and he's still talking to her but she's only listening to her thoughts right now.

Those thoughts are telling her to say three little words: Why do this? Why make her fall apart like this? She's spent her whole life building herself up to be a...well, a master of sex. Now, he's unraveling her. Thread by thread, too.

Her body shifts a little, and she realizes it's because he moved her. She opens her eyes and blinks tiredly, watching him position himself at her entrance. "Relax." He whispers, his voice soothing and soft. "I have a condom." He smirks and laughs, "No worries...just relax." He says, and the condom remark makes her smile to herself before closing her eyes again.

Muscles in her stomach tighten when he rests his tip on her, slowly sliding in. She can't even moan, she can't hardly move. She's finally, fully, relaxed. She doesn't say anything, but her expression changes from a big smile, to a small, tired grin. "Okay." She finally whispers in reply to him, biting her lip. "Okay."

She opens her eyes quickly, only for a moment, but just in time to see his proud little smile. It made her feel safe, and she shut her eyes again as he reaches that spot inside of her. She's chuckling to herself, though she never makes a sound. Her mind goes back to when her foot cramped and he was rubbing it, and she said that's the spot. She wants to say it again, but she just can't bring her mind to get in connection with her tongue and say it.

He's moving in and out, slowly and gently. Mmph. She's not sure if that was done out loud or not, but she doesn't really care. "Now you're relaxing me..." She murmurs, smiling still in that soft, childlike smile.

"Good." He whispers, rubbing her thighs lovingly.

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Before she knows it, she's waking up. Waking up next to him, naked as the night before, snuggled up warmly to him. He's already awake, though, and smiling at her. "Good morning, sleepy." He says, a small chuckle emitting from his lips.

Yawning, she replies, "Good morning..." and turns to face him. "What time is it?" She asks, worried they slept in.

"Only five thirty." He replies, brushing her hair back. "Enough time to get a shower and clean up. But only enough time for one shower...what shall we do?"

"Oh? I don't know?" She chuckles tiredly and rubs the sleep from her eyes, stretching out and groaning. "Mmph...what the hell did you do to me last night? I slept like a baby..." And boy, is that the truth. She's still sleepy, but yet she feels so relaxed...somehow. She thinks that they really must've had a good time, and must've gotten drunk or something because she remembers nothing about-

"Well, about the third thrust into you and you fell asleep. You looked so peaceful, too." He says, smiling softly.

She looks up at him, extremely confused, "So that wasn't a dream?"

"What wasn't a dream?" He asks.

She shakes her head, closing her eyes and replying, "Nothing." as she realizes that it was real. She chuckles softly and bites her lip. He really did make her relax...he made her feel like a total princess last night and she fell asleep with him inside of her. In a way, it made her feel weird that she didn't even do anything for him. She wonders if he even finished, but she doesn't really want to ask. She doesn't care either way, though she hopes he did finish. She hopes he did at least get some pleasure while he was giving himself to her, being completely selfless for her.

"Why'd you do it?" She asks softly, turning and getting out of the bed, stretching again as she heads for the bathroom in the hotel room. "Why...like why did you feel the need to make me so relaxed?"

He shakes his head, "Because you're just...I'm kind of in love with you and I can't say that to you yet because you get scared. I understand it...I don't ever wanna make you uncomfortable. But, that's my explanation."

Her heart jumps into her throat, and she just nods. There's that L word again. She's not sure, now, if she hates it so much. But she doesn't answer, she tries to avoid thinking about the fact that she doesn't hate the feeling of being loved by him, and she's trying to just remember that he's just a lover.

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Their landing was much smoother this time, their flight was much easier and there weren't as many annoying passengers. All day, that thought kept giving her a headache – the thought of him loving her. She's not ready for it.

She feels something prodding into her side through the cloth in her shirt pocket when she looks down and sees a note that wasn't there earlier. Her expression turns into a little frown, unsure of what it is, and she takes it out to read it:

"Had to sneak off quick to go to the grocery store. Dinner tonight at my apartment? Tom." And of course, there was a badly drawn, cute, little heart by his name. It makes her smile, and she tucks it back into pocket with a silly little grin on her lips. Of course she'll have dinner with him tonight. Who couldn't have dinner with him tonight after that adorable note?

She grabs her rolling bag from the stewardess cab and gets off the plane once she's finished with her last cleaning, and she rolls it into the parking lot where she catches a cab. The fact that she still doesn't have a cab is upsetting, but she's getting so close to being able to afford a nice vehicle. She wants that nice vehicle even more when she gets in the cab and it smells like stinky feet. I won't have to deal with this, soon.

Gazing out the window, all she can think about is what he's doing right now. He's probably wandering down the aisles of the Kohls Supermarket, looking for just the right food to make for tonight. He's thoughtful like that, something she wishes she was better at. She should do something nice for him some time, other than just having great sex, but she can't ever think of anything sweet to do.

Before she realizes it, she's being told by the cabbie that this is her stop. She looks up suddenly, jerking from her daydream about her adorable man making some pasta or something for her. "Oh, sorry." She says, gathering her bag and her coat, wrapping the material around her and getting out. She walks up the steps and into the hall, taking the hidden key from the loose brick on the outside of the apartment. She unlocks the door and places the key back into its place, then steps into his apartment.

She looks around and rubs her arm, never having been in his apartment without him here. It feels cold, though. Even though it's just because there hasn't been a fire lit in the fireplace, she likes to think it's because he isn't here. Making her way to the bedroom where she's learned to keep a spare set of clothes, she locks the door and leaves her rolling bag in the living room beside the couch.

Undressing, she is completely oblivious to a few of the new things in his bedroom. One new thing, a trash can (which she finds by tripping over when she gets her foot tangled up in her panty-hose while taking them off). The second new thing, she finds as she pulls the blouse over her head and onto her body, is on his dresser in a pretty little frame. It's a picture of them. A picture of them on the beach from the Labor Day party, the party that broke them apart but then brought them even closer. She walks over in only a blouse, no pants yet, and picks the frame up into her fingers. She smiles softly and pushes her curls behind her ear. She can't remember when exactly that photo was taken...she was too drunk. But she loves the way they're looking at each other. He's got her wrapped in his arms, and she's looking back at him while he looks down at her. Both of them have big, loving smiles on their faces. They look like they're in lov-

"Well hey..." He says, smiling a bit. It almost makes her drop the frame in panic, but then she looks up with a smile after placing it back onto the dresser. "You beat me here." He chuckles, unbuttoning his white, long sleeve shirt that always goes underneath his coat.

The smile is still on her face as she goes back to her drawer in his dresser and grabs the pair of pants she keeps, "I didn't have to stop at the grocery store and shop aimlessly." She teases, smiling up at him once she gets the hem up around her waist. She reaches up to kiss his lips quickly, "The holiday passengers are always the best about cleaning up their trash, somehow." She states, shrugging a little as she stuffs her stewardess clothes into a plastic bag. "I always get out of there quick afterward."

"Holiday passengers truly are the best." He agrees, pulling a V-neck tee on over his head. "Until you get them on their way home. Then, they're cranky. Either they're cranky from having to spend days with in-laws, with parents, or because they're leaving their kids. Then, they're no fun."

She looks up at him, a small grin gracing her lips, "I guess I'm lucky. I don't really mind your mother. She's a sweet woman."

"Sweet?" He counters, chuckling, "Anything but sweet, Tri. She's a hellion."

With a roll of her eyes, she shakes her head and replies, "She is not. You just think that because she's your mother." She coos.

He laughs a bit and tilts his head over, pulling a pair of pants up. "I suppose you're right."

"When are you going to learn that I'm always right, Tom? Always...right..."

His brow raises and he looks over with a smirk before rushing over and picking her up, laughing. "You...are...so...not always...right..." He says, peppering kisses all over her face as he tries to speak. It makes her laugh uncontrollably and he has to laugh, too, "See? You know I'm right."

"No, you aren't. You're just so delusional it makes me laugh." She smirks and puts the tip of her tongue on his nose, chuckling as he lets her stand up again.

He smiles softly, "Dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes." He states, fixing his shirt. "I'm gonna put some wood in the fireplace and heat it up so we don't have to be so cold, though."

She nods and smiles up at him, "Okay." She says, her voice cracking a little bit from laughing so hard. "Sounds good to me...as long as I can make some coffee real quick."

"Of course you can."

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Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue
I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday you'd leave me for somebody new

"That's my mother's favorite song." Trina admits, sipping at her coffee that she poured after dinner. She's curled up on the couch, not with Tom. He's sitting on the chair, looking at her. It feels comfortable. They don't always need to be on each other. "Crazy, by Patsy Cline..." She chuckles sadly, shaking her head as she keeps speaking, "I don't know why she loved that song so much. I don't know if she still loves it or not. But she always did...she drove me crazy by playing it so much." Tom laughs at the pun she throws in, and it makes her look up at him with a smile. "Yeah, that was cheesy...it's true. I just...I haven't found that song yet."

"What song are you talking about?" Tom asks, also sipping at his coffee. He drinks his black, though.

She bites her lip, a sense of shyness coming over her. "You know...that song. The one that you can listen to over and over, and over and over...driving everyone around you crazy just by hearing that song." She says, scrunching her face up in the way that makes Tom grin. "The song that every time you hear it, you think of someone...in a good way. I guess...I don't know if she ever thought of that song as a good thing or a bad thing." She states, shrugging her shoulders and gripping onto the cup with both hands now.

Looking up, she waits for him to speak. She wonders if he'll ask about her mother, but she doesn't even know what she'll say. She shouldn't have mentioned her mother at all. And then she jumps at his next words (or at least, she feels like she jumps), "Why do you and your mother not get along?"

"Not important." She answers defensively, looking away from him. Her mind immediately flashes back to the day he first asked about her...the day that he wanted her to babble:

"Why don't you like your mother?"

That one stops her, she freezes in mid-bite and takes the slice away from her lips to set it back down on her plate. "I – that's a question for a later date, Tom." She says, the subject making her uneasy, clearly. "It's a hard subject for me."

"Okay." He says respectively, "May I ask why it's a hard subject?" He asks softly, curiously. He wants to know, she can feel that deep down he's trying to be respectful but it's hard. She wonders, again, why he cares, but she just tries to keep her calm since he's trying to be nice about it all.

She swallows hard and looks down, picking at her nails in a nervous manner. "She's never been a great mother." She says, "And that's really all I want to say about it right now." She states, "Can we maybe have this conversation later? Like...some time way later? Over drinks one day? It's much easier for me to babble about my life when I'm slightly intoxicated." She admits, finally taking the slice back into her sort of shaky hands, looking up at him.

He pauses for a moment, and she wants to look at him...she hopes she didn't upset him. "Okay...fine...I'll wait on that answer." He says, and thankfully he doesn't sound hurt. "Will you tell me anything about her?"

She looks back at him again, a sad smile making her whole expression look broken. "Like what? Like how she used to drag me to...to galas? To political events for my father? She hated my father, and as soon as she-" She stops, she can't admit that. She's never told anyone. She's never let that leave her lips.

"As soon as she what, Tri?"

"Nothing." She answers. "Just drop it. Please." She sounds cruel, but she can't help it. She needs to let him know she's serious. She needs to stop him from asking...now. "I don't ever want to talk about it again. It's just something you'll never know about me, Tom."

Now her mind is buzzing with memories. The day her mother picked the knife up, stabbing him in front of his daughter. She didn't realize Trina was standing there, and Trina never told a soul. As crazy as her mother is, she would probably have killed Trina, too. She couldn't let anyone know what she saw. And it was all because her father no longer wanted to run for mayor, all because her mother was going to lose the social limelight. But then she killed him, and she got all the social attention she ever wanted. She even has a scholarship in her name, because of her dead husband. How sickening.

She doesn't know when he moved over to the couch, when he cradled her in his arms, but it startles her a little when he realizes that he's right there. "I know it's a hard subject. I don't know why. But one day, I'll find out. One day I'll finally peel back all of the layers that you have built up because of her, and I'll probably be shocked at the outcome but...oh well." He shrugs softly and presses a kiss to her cheek. "For now, though, I think you need to have your mind taken off of a few things."

Craning her neck back, she looks up at him with tears puddled in her eyes, "Like when I was a teenager...I used to run to my boyfriend for sex...to take my mind off of things..." She whispers, "Please just-"

He takes her cheek in his hands gently, pulling her face to look at him before he kisses her lips passionately. "I know what you want..." He mutters, "Let's go to my bedroom..."

"No...let's stay right here." She offers, "On your couch."

He looks down at her with a bit of a bewildered expression, and she suddenly wonders if he's ever had sex on this couch before. She pushes that thought to the back of her mind and brings his head down so she can kiss him again, and again, and again...and before she thinks about anything else, she's extending out and laying on her back so that he can lay on top of her.

She brings her leg up between him and the couch, wrapping it around his hip. "Clothes...off..." She hisses, and he's ripping her shirt over her head. She's thanking herself for making the decision to not wear a bra earlier (since he's already grasping at her breasts like they're a squeaky toy and he's a dog). Then she reaches for his shirt, too, pulling it off over his head. Her hands immediately working on his belt, sliding it out of the buckle and letting it hang there while she mangles the button and zipper until his pants are loose and able to easily be slipped off.

He helps her with the boxers, letting everything come off of him and get thrown onto the floor. She likes this. She likes the missed feeling of heat – of hot and heavy sex. The feeling that they can't get enough of each other quick enough. She likes that. She's missed that, she realizes, as he's throwing her panties on the floor beside his boxers.

The knot in her stomach tightens as his fingers are reaching between her legs, between their bodies, and feeling for any sign of wetness. And oh gosh, does he find it. She's hot, she's wet, she's ready. She doesn't even really need the foreplay tonight. She just wants him. "Tom...I'm good if you're good." It's all she can mutter out, and she hopes he doesn't take it as something like let's get this over with. That's not what she means.

But thankfully, he didn't, because he's showing her that he's hard and erect and also "good" as he puts the tip of him in her, making her groan loudly. "Shit, Tom..." She hisses, clenching her eyes shut and biting her jaws down hard. "Stop teasing."

She feels him smirk against her cheek, "I've missed this side of you sometimes..." He whispers before sliding all the way inside of her, making her other leg curl around his hip as well. She wraps her ankles around each other and moans, digging her nails into his back.

"I've missed this side of you." She answers, opening her eyes enough to see his staring back at her. "Now fuck me, Captain Decker..." She coos, smirking deviously and biting down on her lower lip so she won't smile. Ah, maybe not that hard so fast. But damn...it feels good. He's not hitting that spot yet, and she's beginning to think it's because he doesn't want to. He almost always can find the spot quick, quicker than this especially. Her hips roll up to meet his with his fast thrusts, and she's sweating already. "Yes..." She hisses through closed teeth, nodding. "Right..." She's trying to guide him, her body begging for him to find that spot inside of her. "No...not...yes..." He chuckles a little, then as though she flipped a switch on him, he pounds into that spot. Yes, oh yes. "That's it, Tom...gosh...please keep doing that."

"This?" He asks coyly, bringing two fingers down to rub circles on her throbbing clit, moaning a little as he leans down and kisses her. Her moans reverberate through his lips as she nods, answering his question in a desperate attempt to not unravel.

"That." She whispers, her stomach tightening. She can feel him tightening, too, and she hopes he can last longer than she can. At this rate, tonight, she's going faster than ever. "Please keep doing that..." She repeats, opening her eyes and kissing him hard.

Unraveling. Faster and faster. "Tri..." He hisses, closing his eyes.

"Just a little longer, Tom..." She whispers, "Just a little longer..." And fuck, yes...yes. "Yes! Please keep rubbing like that..."

His fingers are rubbing her maniacally in circles, making her moan loudly as she feels his cock twitch inside her. He's moaning her name already, needing a release, but she just needs a little bit more to- "Oh!" She cries out, clenching around him. Not a second later, he's emptying out inside of her.

Pulling out of her, he moans and kisses her hotly, "I love-" She stops herself when she sees his eyes widen, "I love having sex with you..." She whispers, swallowing thickly. What was she just about to say? Surely not that damn L word. Not because of this amazing sex.

"I love having sex with you too." He whispers, though his grin was apparent that he understood what almost happened. It disappeared when he kissed her again, and she hums contently.

"Bedtime, now..." She whispers tiredly, feeling completely worn out and used. A good used.

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Please keep the reviews coming :) It helped me write this one. I noticed a lot of you were missing the sex scenes so I made sure to add those in! I hope you enjoyed this!

G.