Title: "Affair"
A Erotic Series Chapter (4/6)
Written by: Shawn
Summary: Tommy gains a deeper understanding of Kim's past relationships, and that knowledge only strengthens his resolve concerning them.
Rating: M for variety of adult content. Very sexual adult content.
Category: Erotica/Romance Timeline/Spoilers: Everything up to and including the Dino Thunder finale is canon - After that its my AU.
Characters: Tommy and Kim
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with PR and won't make a cent off of this.
Authors Notes 1: If you're in the mood for something grown, sexy, flirtatious, salacious, blush inducing, and romantic then this is for you.
Authors Notes 2: All lyrics used by Kim in this story belong to Amy Jo Johnson for the song "Purple Skies"
Authors Notes 3: There will be six chapters now. Hey, the story is writing itself. I'm just along for the ride.
Dedicated to: The Grown and Sexy - Lovers of TK - and everyone at the Perfect Chemistry Tommy/Kim, Sky/Syd forum.
Extra thanks to: Liz for her amazing artwork that accompanies this story.
Beta read by: Angela the amazing!!
"Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you." Erich Fromm
"Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence."
Edmond and Jules de Goncourt
(Day 2)
Tommy's cabin
3723 Verdon Lane Cabin #3
Sunday, December 5, 2008 10:15 PM
South Lake Tahoe, CA
Whiling lounging comfortably with his head lying in Kim's lap, Tommy read the words scrolling across the screen of her impressive HP Pavilion dv2700t Special Edition laptop. He couldn't help repeating what he just read when it's meaning dawned on him. "This is the property of Fox 2000 for the purpose of advanced previewing. Illegal distribution of this movie is strictly prohibited." Sparing a teasing smirk up at his pizza-munching lady-friend, he inquired, "You illegally downloaded this, didn't you?"
Shrugging, Kim's mouth was full of a slice of delicious deluxe deep dish pizza. Lifting her finger while she chewed, her expression was far from guilty. "Ever since I was introduced to the wonders of high-speed cable Internet and the amazing world of Bit-Torrents in college I have not purchased a movie or album in years. And before you comment on the rights of those who worked on the things I gleefully steal, I'll be concerned for their well being when they don't go on shows like Cribs, Pimp My Ride, or Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous to show off their expensive toys. Until then I shed not a tear for those millionaires."
Turning his head, Tommy pressed his lips to her smooth, bare thigh. Her vanilla body spray tempted his senses. "I see your point."
"Good," Kim noted while he trailed tender kisses along her outer thigh that coursed warm contentment throughout her body. "Seeing things my way works best."
"You're a thief."
"How can you say that?"
"Cause you stole my heart."
The fact that he even said that with a straight face amused her. "That was so corny."
"Yeah, but it made you smile." She had no sarcastic reply seeing as he was right, so she finished off her slice of pizza. Having already devoured three slices himself, peaceful relaxation swept over him in this intimately lazy setting. His bedroom was solely lit by the LCD screen of Kim's laptop seated at the end of the bed, conveying a unique domestic quality he was enjoying greatly. They weren't doing anything special tonight other than enjoying a late dinner and a movie. Being carefree with her was a breath of fresh air to a life he hadn't considered mundane or ordinary until now.
Time spent with Kim was extraordinary. Her mere presence sparked his world similar to his days as a Ranger. He hadn't felt this alive in forever.
As the evening drew near its end Tommy wore black sweats only, while Kim donned a pink cotton pajama top with cranes on them. She told him the story of funny finding the entire set on Ebay and how the pajama's spoke to her through her computer monitor. They said, "Buy us, Kim. We belong with you." So she did. Tommy called her nuts, but seeing as how her black thong was the only other piece of clothing she wore, his name-calling stopped there.
It wasn't as if he didn't love her brand of Kim-crazy.
Tonight was all about supreme comfort and nothing more than that. They laid over the soft, thick dark blue comforter on his king-sized bed as the movie began. The extra-large deluxe deep dish pizza that arrived twenty minutes ago sat at the edge of his bed, the lid open for seconds or thirds should they wish. Whatever was left was going to be tomorrow's breakfast.
Sighing pleasantly as the movie began, Kim affectionately skimmed her hand over Tommy's bare chest. Her finger graved over his nipple, pebbling before her very eyes. She loved touching him and found herself doing it without consciously thinking about it first. His clean, fresh scent smelled so good after their bath, and the talk they shared entwined her around him in a way she could only describe as spiritual. The ramifications of giving into this seemingly inevitable feeling of love for him were terrifying. And yet here she was, lying in bed with his head resting in her lap while they watched a romantic movie. Had she ever felt so content in all her life?
"Its called 27 Dresses, not 21 Dresses. How did I forget that?" Kim chuckled while absently running her hand over his head, and through his short hair. "I guess the voice in my head can be wrong sometimes."
Tommy followed the opening of the movie, and while pleased to see X-men's James Marsden starring, his hope's dimmed by the second. "So far I'm getting the feeling there won't be any explosions or action in this film."
"So you're saying I lied to you?" Kim had the nerve to ask with a straight face. Grinning, Tommy nodded at her. "Well, I think you've had enough action for ten lifetimes, Mr. Crayola Ranger. Just lie back, relax your mind, and enjoy the spectacle that is a chick flick."
"Only for you."
As her hand brushed over the muscled expanse of his chest, Kim delighted in his little declaration. When he shut his eyes she silently exhaled, wishing that she could take her own advice about relaxing. It was only when he revealed his heartache over his birth and natural parents that she stopped fighting her heart, told her head to shut the fuck up, and began living in the moment. But doing so with him was so easy it scared her. The way they effortlessly shared their inner most thoughts, life experiences, and pleasure left her questioning how it could happen so fast. Here was the most genuine, trustworthy, selfless, and sexy man she had ever met. And he was hers for the taking, of that she was sure. He hadn't said it bluntly in so many words, but she knew. The part of her that wanted to run warred with the part that never wanted to leave his side again.
If her feelings ran that deep after just two days, what hope did she have of giving him up after the next two? Especially when she didn't want to.
Of course they were just enjoying a sexy holiday affair, she tried to rationalize in her mind. A timed excursion outside her normal life. The freedom she felt was because she trusted him, and knew that she always could. Yes, she's loved him in some form or another for almost half her life. That wasn't going to change either. He possessed the uncanny ability to make her smile and laugh and want to tell him about her darkest days and saddest nights. That he openly shared parts of him he's never shared with anyone else more than made her feel special.
She felt like she truly meant something to him. That they shared something he had never found with another woman. And that was priceless to her.
Their blazing sexual chemistry was jaw-droopingly fantastic and most any woman would love to lose herself for a couple of days with a guy she found incredibly attractive, minus real-life responsibilities. She was just as normal as any other woman and mature enough to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you couldn't fall in love with someone in forty-eight hours.
Then again, she considered thoughtfully. Who in all the world could say just what was the appropriate amount of time, or way to fall in love with anyone? If there were one grown-up lesson she's learned over the years it was that feelings weren't governed by rules. They came and went as they pleased. You're just along for the ride.
"You're quite," Tommy drew her attention after a couple of minutes, noting the thoughtful expression she wore. "What's on your mind, Beautiful?"
Broken out of her fog of thoughts, Kim replied, "You."
Bringing his hand over his heart, Tommy pretended to be overwhelmed. "I feel so special."
"Don't mock me," she laughed a little. "Just think, in three days you're going to be back home missing me soooooo much."
Tommy regarded her humorously. "I won't miss you at all."
"Good. Cause I won't miss you either." She was beaming when she said it, her lips curled into a mischievous pout.
"Not even a little?"
Rubbing two fingers in front of him, she snickered, "Maybe a smidgen."
He caught her hand, warmly curling his own around it. "I'll miss you too." The urge to say more was rising strongly, but he fought it tooth and nail. Pushing her to fast wasn't the way to go. He'd patiently wait until the night before they were leaving and then spring his idea on her. Until then, he intended to soak in her alluring presence while showing her just how interested he was and how right they could be together.
"Can you believe Jason and Katherine's wedding is just three months away?" Kim thought out loud with a note of awe to her voice. Out the corner of her eye she judged Tommy's reaction, or lack thereof. "It must be strange being the best man when you once dated the bride?"
"Jason and I talked about that when he asked me," Tommy confided in Kim while softly stroking her leg with his hand. She had the most baby soft skin he'd ever felt before. "I honestly thought one day that would be Kat and I saying our vows."
"Life's funny that way."
"Yeah..."
"Do you miss her?"
"Romantically, no," he explained while reveling in her hand lying over his heart. "We went as far as we were meant to go relationship-wise and Jason truly makes her happy. They're meant to be together and I'm sincerely happy for them. I just think its weird whenever you see someone you dated for a very long time get married while you're still single. For some reason it makes you feel like you haven't accomplished much, you know?"
Kim could relate, remembering a love or two from her past. "Yeah, I do. On one hand if things didn't end badly between the two of you, you're happy for the person. But another part of you..."
"Resents them," Tommy concluded for her. "Even when you don't mean too."
Kim nodded. "Its like you say to yourself, what did that person learn about life and love that I didn't from our ended relationship? And then comes the endless second guessing of why it ended at all and how much were you to blame."
"And after while you start wondering if you're cut out for a relationship."
"So how do you get rid of the doubts?" Kim pondered out loud.
"Well, for me, I got on a train two nights ago and met you again." Tommy held her pleased gaze, loving the way she nibbled her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from smiling. Deciding to let her off the hook, he rose from her lap to sit next to her. "We're the poster children for politically incorrect views of our past loves."
"Nah, we're just human." For Kim, Tommy's intentions upon moving so close to her were as clear as day and certainly welcomed. When he leaned in there was no hesitation on her part. She tasted his lips, kissing him deeply, their mouths gliding along a smooth rhythm that warmed her from head to toe. When their lips parted they gazed softly at one another, heat simmering between them. She wished that she had a reference point in her past for feeling so peaceful and loved in a man's presence. But compared to Tommy... "I don't want to fall for you," she confessed quietly, and then bowed her head, unable to face him.
"And I don't want you to fall for anyone else." Her chocolate brown eyes lifted, capturing the way he adored her, and then she smiled brightly. He realized in that very moment he couldn't give her his heart. She'd already taken it and didn't even know it yet. "I think you're what I've been missing."
Why did he have to tell her that the way he did... with so much sincerity... looking at her like she was so special to him already. Kim's cheeks pinkened. "So you've been missing a short gymnast who can't parallel park?"
"For just about a decade, yeah," Tommy gave a slightly nervous laugh.
He was so handsome. To damn handsome. And sweet. And made her feel good about... everything. He wasn't near perfect, but was far to perfect at the things she'd always wanted in a man. Her small hands framed his face, her fingers ghosting a gentle caress. She sighed because she wanted him so bad it didn't make sense to her. And not just physically. She wanted the way he made her feel to never end. "I think... I think I might have been missing you too."
Kim's unexpected admission swelled Tommy's heart. This was par for the course with them, using veiled comments that forever bordered on what they truly wanted to say. Ambiguous so that they could always have a way out. But he knew the point of no return was fast approaching. He gently tugged her right hand to his lips, kissing it. "My Beautiful."
"Always," she proclaimed without thought, and then rolled her eyes at the admission. He looked oh so proud of himself that she wanted to hit him in the head with something. Something big. "Wanna do each other's hair?"
"What am I now, your sister?"
"Look at it this way. You're still my favorite sibling," she shined a smile his way, and then dove past him towards the pizza box. Well aware her thong-covered backside was arched seductively in his direction, when she glanced innocently over her shoulders the hungry expression he wore sent a pleasurable shiver through her body. "See something you like, Handsome?"
"Don't make me take you."
Sparing a look down at the front of his sweats, she recognized the evidence of his arousal. "You can only take what I give you."
"Then how about you hand me another slice of pizza. That's what I really want."
"Sure you do." Taking one for herself and one for him, Kim swiveled back around and sat Indian style beside him. She handed him his slice and then bit into hers. "I swear this is some of the best pizza I have ever tasted."
"I know," Tommy couldn't help but to agree, chewing into another thick slice. When he looked up he found Kim staring at him with a small smear of pizza sauce on her lip. She looked to be waiting for something. "What?"
"This is where you gently swipe my lip with your hand, cleaning off the sauce and then tasting it on your finger like in all good romantic movies and books."
"I was just going to hand you a napkin." Even her mock of a glare charmed him to no end. "Did you want one?"
"Way to break a romantic mood, Mr. Oliver."
Setting his pizza slice aside, Tommy maneuvered in her personal space. "I wasn't aware you craved a romantic mood, Mrs. Oliver?"
"Ha, in your dreams," flew out of her mouth that very second, no matter that her heart was racing so fast she hoped he couldn't hear it. Him smirking in her face wasn't helping either. Kim cursed her blushing complexion. "Aren't you going to finish your pizza?"
"Maybe I have a taste for something else."
His voice dripped low and sexy. Kim gulped when his strong, warm hands fell to her bare hips. Then she leaned in his face. "Whatever do you have a taste for, Mr. Hart?"
Ahhh... there was his feisty Beautiful. Tommy met her challenge head on. "This," he punctuated by brushing his lips firmly over hers. "And this," his warm mouth slowly swept over her cheek, peppering kisses to her ear. His tongue dashed slowly along the lobe, followed by a gentle bite that made her giggle. "A little bit of right here," he traced his tongue over the curve of her neck while gently pressing her to lay down, and then covered her body with his own. "This entices me," he declared before devouring her throat with more open-mouth kissing that saw her moan pleasurably.
Humming pleasantly as the feel of his soft lips roamed the side of her neck, Kim faintly skimmed his sides while luxuriating in the solid feel of his body settled between her parted thighs. "I've been told I was delicious before."
Tommy drifted just above her pouty lips, gazing down at her. "Can I kill the guy who told you that?"
"I never said it was a guy." Winking, Kim felt him his manhood twitch against her center. Her body quivered in response. "Men are so predictable."
"And you are such a tease." Tommy throughly kissed her that very second, the movie was forgotten in the background. In the center of the bed they drowned in a decadent rhythm of gliding mouths and dueling tongues, panting hotly. Her hands slipped inside the back of his sweat pants, grasping and kneading his firm bare ass. His hands swept up and down her toned thighs, dying to feel them wrapped around him again.
Separated by a sliver of black cotton, when his hips flexed into hers the friction caused them both to tremble and groan. Tommy lifted his mouth with a soft gasp, his vision transfixed by the sensual flush she wore. Her lips parted just so... He regarded her with hungry eyes. "God, you're beautiful."
"I'm... I'm alright, sometimes," Kim managed to voice in a slightly humble tone, nearly overwhelmed by his intensity. He shook his head before her, obviously disagreeing with her assessment. "You make me feel beautiful."
"I love you," Tommy swore before pressing his lips to hers once more, giving her no time to think or question just how deeply the sentiment ran. She eagerly returned his passion, curling her tongue around his while moving against him in a way that mimicked what they both desperately wanted. Her hands coursed over the sleek cut of muscle lining his shoulders and back, caressing him as much as she desired. His weight settled solid over her, nestling a sense of possession and femininity through her. She throughly explored his mouth while the sensual heat liquefying her body left her aching to be filled by him.
Tommy's right hand began plucking the buttons one at a time on Kim's pajama top until she finished the rest for him. Descending the moment he pulled the top aside, he savored a rosy, pebbled nipple with his tongue. Round and round he traced until her husky moan inspired his mouth to capture the tip, drawing ever so strongly while his hand kneaded the soft flesh of her other breast. He nibbled hungrily at her nipple, pulling at the tip until she whined softly, and then soothed her with gentle suckling.
"Feels so good," she whimpered when he trailed wet kisses across her cleavage before closing his lips around the other nipple. The sweet pressure of his mouth drawing strongly on the tip made her toes curl and her eyes shut. Her subdued moaning grew in volume while his tongue swept around the slope of her breast, imprinting the taste of her skin on his mind forever before paying the same sensual homage to her other breast. Her fists were already clenching at the comforter when his tongue methodically lapped down her chest past her quivering belly until he dipped inside her navel, swirling around. The sensation tickled ever so much. Descending once more, hot tingles left her body shuddering when he paused over the center of her damp panties.
Dark, brown eyes lifted, capturing Kim's pointed breathless gaze. Tommy hung there, simply breathing over the thin cotton separating her sex from him, allowing the sweltering anticipation to build.
And then his thick tongue lashed the length of her sex through the cotton, causing her entire body to arch when she cried out, her fingernails digging into the comforter. His hands fell to her slender hips, holding her in place while he began long lashes up and down the fabric, wetting it while licking her that much faster. The intoxicating scent of her arousal wrenched at his sanity, causing him to dip his tongue against her, dragging it up and down until she whimpered in ecstasy. Her body jerked, twisted sideways, her thighs trembling around his head while his tongue drove her mad.
Greedy for the taste of her, Tommy didn't give her a moments rest. His mouth covered the cotton separating them. He inhaled the damp fabric, noted the sharp scent that made his cock throb, and then hungrily suckled and drew upon Kim until her fingernails raked over his scalp. Her hips arched against his mouth, feeding herself to his carnal hunger. Constant panting assaulted his ears, while he felt full body shudders course through her. His tongue firmly stroked her north and south until the fabric was soaked, not letting up for a second.
Finally, when his vaunted sanity reached its tortured limit, Tommy tugged her panties aside and drove his tongue deeply into her.
"Uhhhnnn... ohmygodTommy!!" Gritting her teeth, Kim trembled mightily against his mouth. The sudden feel of his tongue fucking her, diving inside her constantly had her mind floating on some new plane of existence. He began suckling her sex whole, while simultaneously pushing his tongue deeper inside her. His hands began at her waist rubbing up her body to firmly cup both her soft breasts, amplifying the sensations by strumming her aching nipples.
Hot ambrosia... her whining cries were sunshine falling over him. He used long, smooth strokes of his tongue over her delicious pink flesh, all the while reveling in her intense response.
And when he at last wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking while vigorously swirling his tongue over it the tension in her belly coiled hot, ignited, and then detonated that very second. "Ahhhh...uhh...uhh..uhhh," she cried out through a pounding, pulsing orgasm rocketing waves of exquisite pleasure through her. Arching her back, her slender hips instinctively fed his hungry mouth, rolling against his tongue. The slick juices of her climax an elixir covering his lips, trickling down his jaw.
Every sweet drop of her only fed his new addiction. Tommy craved more, and so when his hands took hold of her backside, squeezing the firm cheeks while holding her to his greedy mouth, he feasted on her like he had never done to a woman before. Every lustful sound she made... every time her silky thighs shuddered he sucked, lashed, and nibbled her until she was shaking constantly. Stroking the folds with his tongue, he drank in her clit once more, bathing it in saliva before lashing it like crazy. And then she cried out a second time, chanting his name and God over and over he didn't pause a moment during her climax until she finally pushed his face away as she was to sensitive for him to go on.
Panting for air while lying on her side, Kim felt the subtle aftershocks of back-to-back cataclysmic orgasms tremble through her. She tried to catch her breath and regain the ability to think. Feeling warm and sated, she opened her eyes again, blinking. She'd been with a guy or two who she thought knew how to go down on a woman, but now she felt both of them combined couldn't fill a comic book with what they knew about the female anatomy. While Tommy, he was obviously the Encyclopedia Britannica of oral sex. "I think... I think I'm broken."
Tommy laughed softly on his back, breathing heavily, still tasting her on his lips. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"You should. You're incredible." While shrugging off her pajama top and thong, Kim smirked at the bulging front of his seat pants. "Poor Tommy," she playfully pouted while maneuvering sideways over his legs. She loved the way his thighs trembled when she laid her palm over his erection and rubbed it slowly. "This looks really hard and uncomfortable."
Her evil teasing required a sarcastic reply. To bad all he could do was swallow hard and nod. "Yeah... its... uhm..."
When Tommy stuttered Kim smiled. Her hand ran over and around the front of his sweat pants. She felt him twitching beneath her hand, and then gently curled around the shaft, giving him a gentle squeeze... and then another. She watched his belly quiver the longer she toyed with him. "Do you want me to fix this little problem of yours?"
"Little?"
"Shut up," she smiled while moving up his body. "I love you too." As he'd done earlier, she captured his mouth before anymore could be said, rendering him speechless while sampling the taste of herself on his lips. Her hand kept grazing over his cock, causing him to moan in the midst of their kissing. She dipped her hand inside his sweat pants, gently curling her fist around him and began slow-stroking from root to tip. She nipped one last time at his lips, and then leaned into his neck, brushing her tongue over his ear. She whispered, "I'm going to suck your cock so good you're going to lose your mind."
Tommy shivered all over when she slinked down his body, lying sideways over his lap. A quick lift and tug saw his sweat pants go flying across the room. "Kim..."
"Shhh..." She bent over him, pursed her lips, and kissed the head of his cock. It wildly leapt in response, so she kissed it again, swirling her tongue around the head until his eyes rolled back. The passionate expression he wore was priceless. "This belongs to me now," she boldly proclaimed when her right hand firmly gripped him at the base, again marveling at the delicious curve of him and how it just drove her crazy. "You wouldn't dare believe me if I told you how many times I fantasized about doing this to you in high school."
"Ahhhh..." Tommy gasped for breath when her soft little tongue slithered up and down the length of him, feathery lapping away at him. If the sight of Kim twirling her tongue all around his cock wasn't mind-blowing enough, the erotic feel of her warm breath and the sensation of her oral caress completely shut his mind down to the point where all he could do was breathe. Her left hand fondled his balls, cupping their weight while massaging hem. She was torturing him with her lazy pace, slowly dragging her tongue up and down, but never once taking him inside her mouth. She would only kiss the tip, daring a naughty smirk at him before continuing her taste test. "Kim, please."
"Begging already?"
"You just love playing your games, don't you?"
"Yeah, and you're going to love this."
When her soft lips finally welcomed him inside the warmth of her mouth his physical response to her was overwhelming. Reclining his head back, Tommy's chest heaved. The sensual sounds of her tender sucking captivated his senses. The sight of her chocolate-brown hair falling like a curtain over his lap while her head lazily bobbed up an down wrenched the very breath from his lungs. Her cheeks hollowed, increasing the pressure around him to the point that he had to try and think of something... anything but the heaven he was feeling or this would be over with embarrassingly quick.
Humming softly over the weeping head as her saliva dripped from her tongue down around him, Kim inhaled the hard flesh once more, drawing deeply while cork-screwing her fist to amplify his pleasure. Even when he twitched inside her mouth, the action aroused her as it signaled h loved what she was doing. She held his length with her tongue against the roof of her mouth, and then flicked it with the tip of her tongue before plunging him deeply inside her mouth again. She loudly sucked on his cock, intent on obliterating any memory of another woman from his mind forever. He tasted salty and hot, the skin so baby soft she adored the feel against her lips. She drowned him in wetness while sucking harder, giving him not a moments peace. Her hand swept over his heart, relishing the rapid beat.
"Oh God... OhmyGod." Tommy's face winced and contorted, lost in the erotic pleasure of Kim pumping him in and out of her warm mouth. The hot, moist vice drawing on him so deeply crippled his sanity. He swore she was trying to suck his soul out of him with her vigor and technique. No woman had ever been better than this and he would love to tell her that if he was capable of speech or coherent thought. Instead, he laid there and let her tame him into sweet submission. Her hands fondled and stroked while her mouth sucked and sucked and... God, she was wicked! "Kim... Kim, close... close..."
So, he had the good graces to warn a girl? Kim liked that. And he hadn't once tried to put his hand on her head to guide her like she didn't know what she was doing. He never ceased to impress her with his gentlemanly skills. Slowly, she lifted her lips, panting and smiling, loving the absolutely dominated expression he wore. "Thanks, but I''m a girl that finishes every job she starts."
With those daring words Tommy saw stars. Her tongue pressed against him while she sucked harder, bobbing her head in tandem with stroking him around the base until his he stiffened so quickly, and then erupted in shuddering, warm bursts she greedily swallowed until he had no more to give. Until his husky groaning faded into nothingness. Gasping, she finally released him, lying her head on his thigh.
While semen wasn't a delicacy to say the least, the erotic act and his reaction was well worth the minor flavor annoyance. Kim grinned evilly over his thigh, humming while watching the man she throughly pleased try to regain his senses. Yeah, she was that damn good. He hadn't even lifted his head yet. "Humbly speaking, you can worship me now if you like?"
Laughing softly, Tommy felt her kissing her way up his chest until he was able to wrap his arm around her. He drew her to his chest, gazing into her beautiful brown eyes. "I humbly submit to the Church of Kim."
Arching a brow, she cheekily replied, "So you submit to C.O.K.? " Kim shook her head while enjoying his mild embarrassment. "I guess we have alot more to talk about than I thought."
"I love you, but you're truly wacked in the head."
"Just so long as you love me," she whispered before kissing him deeply again, reveling in his warm, protective embrace. Being in his arms again felt so amazing she couldn't put it into words. When their kiss ended she rested her head over his shoulder, sighing while closing her eyes as a drowsy sort of mood fell upon her. The seductively affectionate feel of his hands caressing her back made her sleepy. "You're a nice human pillow."
Tommy chuckled softly in her ear, and then kissed the top of her had. "And you're a nice human blanket." Holding her naked body in his arms, he swore nothing had ever felt so right in all his life. "Kim?"
"Hmmm?"
"This is where you belong," he dared to tell her despite every reason not to, especially since it might scare her away.
Kim lifted her face to his, smiling softly. "I know."
(Day 3)
Tommy's cabin
3723 Verdon Lane Cabin #3
Monday, December 6, 2008 9:45 AM
South Lake Tahoe, CA
"Mom, I'm perfectly fine," Tommy chimed into the Nokia cell-phone braced between his cheek and shoulder while flipping a blueberry pancake. He caught it on the spatula, unlike its twin brother that met a terrible fate a few minutes ago and was now in the trash can. Thankfully, no one saw his little mistake. Kim would have had a field day teasing him about it. "We got some more snow yesterday, but nothing major. No roads were shut down or anything like that."
"I heard something about a avalanche, dear?"
Tommy poured more patter into the frying pan. "There was no avalanche, mom. You must have misheard something on television. Do I need to buy you a hearing aid for Christmas?"
"Only if you want a sack of potatoes as your gift." Smiling, Vivian Oliver had to admit her son sounded like he was in a very good mood this morning. She knew pushing him to take this time away before the holidays was a good idea. Leaning against the center-island in her kitchen, she replied, "Okay, alright. I was just worrying, that's all."
She was sweet and Tommy adored her, but he needed to concentrate on the task at hand before he lost any more pancakes to his lack of culinary coordination. "I love you and promise to call you and Dad later on, okay?"
"That's fine, dear. Oh, and one more thing. I just want to remind you..."
Tommy instantly recognized that particular tone of voice and dreaded it. "Don't say it, Mom. Please don't say it."
Vivian pressed on, "That in case you meet a girl up there..."
"Mom, I'm almost thirty and well versed in the birds and the bees. It makes me shudder when you talk like this..."
"... and hook up like you young folks do these days, just remember to wear a condom if you have sexual relationship with her." Tommy's groan amused her greatly. "You have no idea where those girls have been. I just want you to be careful. And don't buy any of those weird condoms with the tiles or whatever they are called on them. And make sure that spermicide stuff is on the package too. You might want to look out for..."
"Mom, for the love of God..."
"... buy normal sized condoms that work. That's all I'm going to say."
Shaking his head, Tommy shuddered while holding the spatula. "I truly believe you enjoy making me feel uncomfortable."
"Its a parent's right, dear," she laughed softly. "Bye honey. Love you."
"Love you too. Tell the old man I love him as well."
"Will do."
Pressing end with his cheek, Tommy slipped his cell in his back pocket. Sparing a quick glance at the small kitchen table, he had five stacked blueberry pancakes finished already, and was sure three more would be the end of his breakfast cooking experience. With the soothing sounds of Kim's guitar playing coming from the living room, he paused for a brief moment, allowing himself to enjoy the domestic intimacy of it all.
When they woke up this morning Kim showered first, explaining that she wanted to work on her music and that her muse was a early morning person. Apparently her muse was a invisible, one-armed guy named Hank who helped her write all her songs.
Kim was quirky that way.
After she was done Tommy took his hot shower, put on some clothes, and upon exiting the bathroom was told that in addition to heating up the deep dish pizza, Kim wanted pancakes. Blueberry pancakes. Crossing his arms over his chest, he told her exactly where the supplies were so that she could make them. One of the perks of his cabin were a fully stocked fridge. The former Pink Ranger explained that she was banned from both her mother and her father's kitchens for reasons she didn't want to divulge that included a fire and the loss of a Thanksgiving turkey. She confessed that she just didn't mix well with natural gas stoves. Or electric stoves. Or grills. And that she was only on friendly speaking terms with her microwave. Still, she offered to flip a coin for the cooking rights.
He shouldn't have agreed seeing as he lost. And now here he was, standing in front of a hot stove making blueberry pancakes for Kim.
Nonetheless, this morning's light snowfall, the fireplace-heated comfort of his cozy cabin, coupled with the amazing woman stealing his heart made for a great way to start your day.
Discussed and agreed upon before they even got out of bed that lazy was what they were going to be for the next twenty-four hours, they had no plans and weren't making any. Kim wanted to get some work done on her music, while he intended to get a work-out in and then read the books he brought with him. Being together was all the entertainment they needed, and he couldn't help feeling a bit giddy that he had her all to himself.
Listening while he cooked, her lovely singing brought a tender smile to his face. She's so in love with her music and this huge opportunity she has with her band in the new year. Her enthusiasm was rubbing off on him as he's always enjoyed watching her reach for her dreams. That she was doing it again with him, sharing her hopes and fears meant a great deal. It made him feel special to her again.
A short time later he had two white plates stacked high with blueberry pancakes. A knife and a couple of squares of butter slathered on top of both, followed by a generous helping of thick maple syrup. As she requested, two slices of deep-dish pizza were to be featured on the side of her plate. He took the last slice for himself while admiring his handiwork. A breakfast of champions, this was not. But he couldn't help his pride over enjoying a silly, child-like meal with the woman he loved. And they were on vacation after all, so it didn't matter. You were supposed to indulge.
Tommy was extraordinarily comfortable in loose-fit faded jeans and a red t-shirt. Walking barefoot into the living room where he found Kim in what she deemed were her writing overalls, seated on the rug in front of the fireplace with her guitar in her lap and a notepad and pen nearby. "Am I a good man-servant or what?"
The delicious scent of those pancakes made her hum delightfully. Kim's face lit up with a pleased expression. "You are a most excellent man-servant. The Church of Kim approves."
⌠Oh great. I have the approval of C.O.K.■ Grinning when she took her plate from his hands, he sat down beside her and caught the faint scent of her body spray. He couldn't help inhaling, and almost felt embarrassed by it. She smelled so good this morning. Her shoulder-length brown hair was pulled back in a messy pony tail, wearing her rumpled old overalls and a pink shirt... she was the absolute picture of cute. Yeah, he knew he had it bad for her. Real bad. "How's the writing coming?"
"Not as easily as I was last night," she winked before rising to her feet, heading into the kitchen. A minute later she returned with two tall glasses of cold milk. "You forgot to bring us something to drink."
⌠I guess I'm not perfect after all.■
"Join the club, Handsome."
Tommy took his glass from her, and then scooted aside she so could take her place again. She saddled up so close their shoulders brushed, warming both of them. "So, your music? Are you making any progress?"
While biting into a thick slice of pizza, Kim gave a little head shake while chewing. "Its coming along, but slowly. Hank hasn't been much help this morning. I'm going to really work on it today though. My goal is to finish two or three songs before the day is out or die trying."
"Do you want me to give you some space after breakfast so you can write? I could just stay in the bedroom out of your way" Tommy asked while cutting, and then forking three small pieces of dripping blueberry pancakes.
"No, I like having you close. Having another ear to listen to what I'm singing might actually help more than hurt." When she smiled he brought his fork to her lips. She bit off the end, chewed, and then her eyes widened with fascination at his cooking skills. "That's fantastic."
"Blueberry pancakes are one of the three breakfast dishes I can make."
"The other two being?"
"Regular pancakes and peanut butter pancakes."
Kim favored him with the glimmer of a smirk. "You're a man of many talents."
"And you smell good."
It was an out-of-nowhere comment that nonetheless charmed her. "So do you."
They settled into a comfortable, quiet mood while eating a breakfast of blueberry pancakes, deep dish pizza, and cold milk by the fireplace. Kim tried to wish away the butterflies fluttering around her stomach. Alas, that was a lost cause. She couldn't help loving him. It wasn't a conscious acceptance. It simply... was. His company, his ability to banter with her, make her laugh, and make her want to share her world and protect his came effortlessly. And she had never felt as protected with a man before as she does with him. He wasn't plying her with flowers or poetry. He wasn't talking about himself a mile a minute. He wasn't ignoring anything that she had to say, no matter if it were serious or silly.
She felt as though her life truly mattered to him. And he made the best damn pancakes she'd ever tasted.
Moving quickly while Kim drank her milk, Tommy stole a slice of pizza from her plate, shrugging in the face of her glare. "You love me."
He stated rather than asked, eating away as if any response contrary of his claim wouldn't be believed if she said it. That sort of confidence intrigued her. "Don't make me kick your ass, Oliver."
"You'd do anything to get your hands on me, wouldn't you, Hart?"
"I doubt you'd find me shoving my foot where the sun don't shine as enjoyable as last nights... activities." Tommy had the nerve to lean in for a kiss, but she playfully pulled away. "No smoochies for you, pizza stealer."
That devilish twinkle in her eye made her that much more appealing. "Fine. I don't want to kiss you anymore, anyway."
Kim rolled her eyes. "Good. Cause I don't want to kiss you anymore either. So there," she tilted her head to the side at the end. His soft laughter washed over her like a warm, sunny day. Try as she might to resist, he was far to sexy this morning looking all scruffy and unkept. No comb had seen his hair, and he needed a shave badly. She was no better having not a ounce of make-up on. Still, his eyes favored her with adoration. "Did you sleep well?"
He finished chewing before answering, "I held you all night."
"That's not an answer."
"Yes, it is," he noted affectionately, watching her watch him. She turned her gaze away, pleased with his reply. She just had to feel this emotional pull between them. Four days wasn't going to be enough. Not by a long shot. And if Tommy had his way, four days was going to become something very, very special they someday looked back on together. "Did you sleep well?"
Kim sighed quietly, and then gave a little nod. Why did being with him feel so good when they've only spent two days together after being separated for years? She tried to make sense of it in her mind. Even with her heart whispering a answer she wasn't quite ready to face. "The blueberry pancakes are delicious. Thanks for breakfast."
"You're welcome," he replied before downing some of his milk. "And for the record, you got lucky winning that coin flip."
"No, that wasn't luck, honey." Grinning, Kim reached in her side pocket and produced her winning quarter. She held it up for him to get a look at, showing off its duel-sided heads. "When I called heads I knew I wasn't going to lose."
Staring at her like she grew a second head, Tommy shook his, not even surprised. "What else do you walk around with?"
"Well, in my purse I keep this double-headed quarter, a small tazer gun, and a pair of handcuffs."
"That's kinda naughty."
His soft, sexy voice wove around her. Kim gave him a gentle poke with the end of her elbow. "I was kidding about the handcuffs one."
"Good."
"Those are in the small dresser by my bed at home."
Kim didn't bat a eye lash when she said it, as her uninhibited nature was striking. She loved pushing his buttons and was far to good at it already. Even in her most comfortable, unsexy attire she was a orgasm waiting to happen in his eyes. "You cheated."
"Well, its not like its the first time I did that to you." Her smart mouth earned her a mild glare, and then she laughed at their decade ago relationship woes. "And I haven't loved anyone as much as I loved you since. So the mistake was all mine." Still not a word said. "And you smell good." Nope, nothing. "You are the best lover I have ever had." That comment at least drew his attention, albeit mildly.
Of course when she deftly straddled his lap and slipped her arms around his neck he was smiling with his head down. "Tommy?" His reply was silence. "Honey," she allowed to drip from her lips softly. He fought off laughing, but still didn't break. "I love you," she noted cutely, and then enjoyed the feel of his arms wrapping around her. She leaned in and gave him a Eskimo kiss with her nose, which finally made him laugh. "Breakfast was wonderful."
Returning her Eskimo kiss, he smiled at the way her nose scrunched up. "Can I expect you to never cook?"
"Trust me, you don't want me too," she smiled, and then realized that his question had a sort of... he wasn't just talking about their weekend. There was a underlying something there. And soon she'd have to acknowledge it. "When I cook, food dies."
"It's already dead."
"Well, when I'm done with it, its deader." They laughed at her silliness, holding each other by the fire. "So tell me your bad qualities?"
Did she have a clue how much he loved holding her like this? Tommy had to shake his head free to answer her. "You're assuming I have any."
"You possess the Y-Chromosome. It's a given."
She thought she was so cute when she was being cheeky. Still, Tommy nuzzled the side of her neck until she giggled, trying to break free of his embrace with a half-hearted attempt. His locked hands settled over her lower back, cuddling her in his arms. "I can't stand people who drive slow. It bothers me."
"Says the former Nascar driver," Kim noted. "Newsflash, Speed Racer, everyones not meant to go 120 miles per hour."
"I yelled at a little old lady by accident two weeks ago." Kim snickered against his shoulder, grinning at him. "I didn't know she was a little old lady. I thought she was some slow driving jerk. And when I saw her face I freaked and started yelling I was sorry, but i think I scared her. I didn't mean too."
"Tommy Oliver. Elderly Intimidator."
"It was an accident." Kim kissed him softly, nipping his bottom lip at the end. Tommy knew that she didn't have a clue how she was quickly removing the possibility that another woman could live up to her in his eyes. "My handwriting is terrible, and that sucks considering I taught high school for a number of years."
"I remember your handwriting looking like a cat walked in ink and ran across a piece of paper." He scowled. She smiled. "What?"
"I watch Bridezilla late at night when I can't sleep."
Kim blinked. "You are so gay." Tommy blew out a breath, laughing while holding her close. "Is that the truth?" He nodded sheepishly. "So very gay."
"I have," he began by tenderly brushing his mouth over hers, "Spent the last two days," another long kiss, "Showing you just how much I love women. You in particular."
While kissing him, Kim mused that her feelings for him were so strong they defied reason or logic. Choosing to shove it to the back of her mind, she submerged in their passion, loving the heat that simmered between them. It was only when he began falling back to the floor that she pulled away. "No, no, no, Mr. Oliver. Anytime we get horizontal I never get anything done."
"Oh, I think we get plenty done."
"That's your penis talking."
"Are you listening?" Tommy groaned Kim detangled herself from his arms. No matter how many times he's had her since the train, he's captivated by the endless swell of desire she inspires in him. Sill, he knew how serious she was about writing her music today. And while he honestly went on vacation to get away from it all, she actually wanted to get some work done. "So what do we do now?"
While taking their plates away, the glasses balanced on top, Kim declared, "Get ready for a little impromptu concert I'm about to perform." She returned a moment later with a pillow from the bedroom and tossed it his way. "Get comfortable and be honest, okay. I just want to know how some of this new material sounds. I know the band isn't here, but think of this as a basic preview. You're my captive audience of one."
Settling the pillow behind his head, Tommy stretched out while watching her settle in with her guitar. "I'm ready when you are, Beautiful."
He seemed to know the perfect moment to use that little nickname that always made her feel warm and cherished. Pushing thoughts of the heart aside for a while, Kim looked over her song notebook while warming up with her guitar. "I have three songs either finished or closed to it. They're all very personal songs to me."
"So I shouldn't expect the Pink Ranger version of 'Baby, hit me one more time'?"
"Not unless you want me to hit you with this guitar," she replied sarcastically. "This first song is called 'From Afar'."
For the next hour Kim performed for her beloved audience. Having never been a writer of any kind, Tommy found himself mesmerized and truly interested as she explained between songs the writing process she uses and the emotional origins of her music. He listened intently, feeling grateful that yet another part of her personal life was being opened to him. As expected, her singing voice had changed over the years, and she seemed to alter it with each song in a way he found fascinating.
When Kim sang 'Puddle of Grace,' Tommy felt the heartache and soul baring laced within the song. 'Distractions' moody lyrics drew him in. He felt like he could listen to her sing and talk about her music for the rest of his life because she did so with such passion and fire. Music was part of Kimberly Ann Hart just as surely as any organ in her body. He'd only suspected what music meant to her back in high school when gymnastics claimed her world, but since that dream's been fulfilled she's chosen another.
As the music flowed out of her, Kim noted his intense interest. He wasn't just listening for the sake of listening, he was paying attention. Even as she felt her thoughts were jumbled at times when it came to explaining where her music came from, he gave her space to do things the way she needed to.
Performing for him by the fireplace felt almost spiritual in the way she felt connected to him again. His eyes shined for her alone, just the same way they did back in high school. Only now there was no hesitation in his loving gaze. No fear or insecurity when he touched her. No first-love's innocence when he held her close. The man craved her and she knew it.
She loved him for it.
And was terrified by it.
Sighing deeply, Kim set aside her guitar, lifted her head and looked his way. "What's the verdict? Am I on my way to the Grammy's or the bargain bin at the Record-O-Rama?"
Tommy sat up, stretching his arms out while smiling. "Your music is incredible."
"Seriously?"
"I wouldn't lie to you about something you obviously love." Her expression softened before his very eyes. "I respect you to much to tell you I like something if I really don't. I think your music is powerfully emotional and very personal. I can tell by the heart you put into your singing. I liked all three of your songs, especially 'From Afar'."
Tommy's opinion carried a great deal of weight with Kim, as she was aware of his music tastes since they complimented her own. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Kim rose to her feet, resting her guitar against the wall by the fireplace. She watched Tommy rise from the floor and approach her. All to easily she walked into his arms, and dear God, it felt like coming home to her. She found such comfort and strength in his embrace. It was still true to her that she didn't need a man. Not to feel complete or whole or to give her a reason to live. But she wanted this one. And she could tell he wanted her too.
With her nose pressed to his chest, Kim noted cutely, "Your shirt smells like Bounce."
Tommy chuckled warm over her temple, and then pressed a kiss there. "Your shirt has a small hole on the sleeve."
"You don't have any jell in your hair today." She heard him snicker while hugging her close. "Its not very spikey."
"When you kissed me you tasted like blueberry pancakes."
"Really?" Kim asked in a valley-girl voice. He nodded, smiling down at her. "I'll let you in on a little secret. The guy I'm having a affair with made them for me for breakfast."
"Wow, a guy made you breakfast?"
Kim nodded. "He's a great guy."
"You sound like you really like him?"
"I more than like him."
"You adore him, then?"
"I think we're way past that."
"So can I assume you love him?" Tommy bent to her lips, waiting for her next move. Her small, warm hands gently cradled his face, caressing over his cheeks.
"Yes... you may assume." Winking, she pulled away, but took his right hand, leading him out of the living room. She felt his hot stare all over her. "Before you get to excited we're not going to your bedroom."
Tommy hadn't a clue in the world why she was leading him into the bathroom. She left him there for a moment, returning with a chair from the kitchen table. She sat it in front of his sink. "There's kinky, and then there's kinky, and then there's this."
"Oh hush. Sit down," Kim ordered, wearing her resolve face. Tommy did as he was told. "You're scruffy this morning. And while I kinda like scruffy on you, I'm crazy about you when you're clean shaven. So to that end, I'm going to give you a shave."
"I can shave myself, Kim."
"I want to," she argued seductively, her head titled to the side. "I've always wanted to do this... so will you indulge me?" Tommy stared for a moment, and then tore of his shirt and threw it in a small green laundry basket. "I'm assuming all your shaving stuff is in the medicine cabinet?"
Tommy nodded. "Help yourself."
Rummaging through the medicine cabinet, Kim removed a new Schick Quattro High Performance razor from a package of three and his 1805 shaving cream. She sat the items down on the sink's counter, and then turned on the hot water, soaking her hands. "I need you to spread your legs for me."
Tommy arched his eye brow. "You're sexy when you give me orders."
"You're talking again. That needs to stop." Smirking, Kim pressed her knee between his until he complied, parting his legs. Standing in the space he made, she began wetting his face all over with her hands, taking her time softening his skin with the warm water. She couldn't help loving the way he was looking at her while she took care of him. So much so that she bent down and kissed him firmly just because. "Okay, listen. I've only seen this done in the movies, and it didn't look like rocket science. So I need to you remain perfectly still. No sudden head movements and no talking."
"So you've never done this before?"
"Uhmn, no. Not unless my legs count."
"Well I know one other place you obviously..."
"You just want a knee to the balls, don't you?" Kim laughed at him, shoving his hands away when he tried to grab her hips. She waved the razor at his face, grinning. "Are you going to behave for me, Mr. Oliver? Cause if you don't you might end up looking like the Joker."
"I shall remain perfectly still, Ms. Hart. I will try my very best to resist the utter charm and magnificent sex appeal you effortlessly exude."
Tilting her head to the side, she regarded him with a smile. "Nice. Now hush."
"Hushing."
Kim squirted some shaving cream into her hand, and then began applying it in upward circular motions all over his face. "Since you can't talk, I will." She used more shaving cream to fully cover the areas where there was more hair. "Do you remember that guy I was telling you about last night that I dated and he cheated with a good friend of mine? Tap my right leg for yes, and left for no."
Tommy tapped her right leg twice with a finger.
"So I dated that jerk for two whole years. That's over seven hundred days of my life wasted. I wish I could file a civil suit against him for emotional distress and being an all around asshole." Kim recognized the compassion in Tommy's eyes. She began on the right side of his face, carefully shaving downward from his sideburns. "Don't you think that me and all the girls who get royally screwed over by the male population deserve reparations in the million dollar range?" He didn't tap right away, causing her to scowl. He quickly tapped her right leg. She nodded. "Exactly."
Kim used long, even strokes with the razor. "That tramp of a good friend of mine, Callie, was sleeping with my boyfriend for over two month before I caught them. Tommy, you have no idea how it screws with a girls head when a close friend you've told all your persona issues to betrays you. It really messes up your ability to trust people." Applying light but firm pressure, she continued shaving, and then rinsed the blade for the first time. "Callie and I had been friends for well over a year. She knew how hard it is for me to trust relationships and men in general. So for her to betray me the way that she did, it was double the pain. Especially since the jerk finally told me he pursued her and she never once said a thing. She could have told me my boyfriend hit on her and then I would have left him. But no, she went right along with it, sleeping with him behind my back and even got pregnant. How's that for sisterhood?"
Rinsing the blade again, Kim began working the left side of his face with long, smooth strokes. "So there I was, crushed by two of the most important people in my life. Don't think I didn't think about cheating on you and what happened to me being karma. I did. But as much as we loved each other we were still in high school and hadn't even graduated yet. I'm not downplaying what we had because its still so special to me. But honestly, we were kids."
Tommy tapped her right leg, gazing at her.
"Dylan and I were done with college and living together. We were building our lives together and I began thinking, well, this is what you do. You date for a while, get to know each other very well, and if you're both in good places in your life and in love you get married. He hadn't asked me or anything, but I was sure he was going to eventually. Then I get hit with the atomic bomb of betrayals." She shaved the area around his chin, moving upwards to smooth the area. Then she rinsed the blade again. "I was so hurt, Tommy. I was completely caught off guard, just like my mother was. I didn't have a clue he was cheating. I cried so hard the night I caught them in bed at her apartment. A guy friend of mine was the one that told me what was happening behind my back. He was never interested in me or trying to take Dylan's place. He was just a good friend and was tired of me being made a fool of. I didn't want to believe him until the moment I walked in on Callie and Dylan. I had a spare key to her place and used it. When they saw me she started crying and he didn't say a word. I just walked out and drove home in a daze. I don't even remember driving, I was so out of it. I was depressed for months after that. I didn't even want to leave my apartment. I had just wasted two years of my life and lost two of the most important people to me."
While shaving under his chin, Kim pulled the razor from his throat to his chin, and then rinsed the blade again. "Trini and Aisha offered to fly to Florida and beat Callie's ass. Then Kat and Tanya said they'd deal with Dylan and when they were done he'd be useless to a woman from that point on," she smiled, remembering how her truest girlfriends had her back. "I never told Jason or Zack because they would have come down and put a hurting on Dylan. Billy offered to erase his social security number, drivers license, and birth certificate from the governments records. I told him because I knew he wouldn't resort to violence. And I almost took him up on his offer. Would you have?"
Tommy tapped her left leg.
Kim gave him a look. "You wanted me to call Jason and Zack, right?"
He tapped her right leg.
"Why am I not surprised," she grinned. "Would you have beaten that jerk up for me?" Tommy tapped her right leg several times. That made her laugh. "Curl your lip over your front teeth." When he did as asked, Kim washed off the excess shaving cream, and then examined his face for any areas shed have to go over again.
"Back to my story, not only did Callie and Dylan stay together when the baby was born, but they got married. How's that for a kick to the teeth? Where was the justice life was supposed to throw my way... you know, like in the form of a bus into their car? But no, I get to run into them one day at a grocery story with the cutest little baby girl ever while I was all alone with a carton of milk and some eggs." Kim shook her head at the far from fond memory. "So that further screwed with me, relationship wise. My ability to trust people and my own judgment just about evaporated. I think I became even more cynical about love and men. I started wondering when God was going to even the score with those two people who hurt me so bad, cause they were living the American dream. And then I just had to accept life that is unfair and fucked sometimes. So I had to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart and move on. I didn't have any other choice. I wasn't going to let what happened break me."
Kim checked over the edge of his jaw, around his ears, and near his lips and nose for anywhere she missed. Satisfied, she threw the disposable razor in the small trash can, and then wet her hands with cold water. She smoothed the coolness all over his face, and then gently patted his face dry and clean. "Thus ends my sad tale of love and loss."
"Beautiful," he called her, and then took her small hands between them. Her story not only touched him deeply, but gave him an even greater look into her heart. And insight into her psyche. "I can't imagine how tough it was for you when all of that happened, but I'm so proud of the woman you've become. And you're right, none of that stuff broke you. You're an incredibly loving, caring, sexy woman who deserves the very best of everything this world has to offer. I'm just sorry you had to go through all of that."
"Not as sorry as I am."
"I doubt there's anything I can say to make you feel better about the past, but I hope you judge the present by what you see and feel. I swear I would never hurt you the way he did."
Of course he wouldn't. Tommy wasn't capable of hurting anyone unless lives were on the line. But certainly, he would never hurt her. Kim didn't know everything in the world, but she knew he loved her. She saw it. She felt it. And she was strengthened by it. She half-laughed, "You'd have your hands full with me."
Shrugging, Tommy gently drew her into his lap, snuggling her close with her head resting over his shoulder. His arms wrapped protectively around her. He whispered, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Smiling at him, Kim sighed pleasantly while lying in his arms. In her most unguarded, dark moments he's found her pleasing and desirable. She didn't think that she could trust him with anything, she knew that she could. That both scared and thrilled her. Her hand caressed his cheek. "You're freshly shaven. I did a pretty good job."
Ever one to change the subject when it hit a bit to close to home, Tommy let it go... for now. "You did a great job. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"And if you ever need to shave your..."
"Not in a million years."
"A billion?"
"No. Not even then." She kissed his smiling lips, tracing her hand over his soft, smooth face. "You know what I want to do right now?"
Tommy nuzzled her neck, "Let the man you love hold you."
"Besides that," she smirked, almost regretting she let that slip. "I'd like to introduce you to the wonderful world of Phineas and Ferb."
Tommy blinked. "What is that?"
"Phineas and Ferb is a Disney cartoon my nephew got me addicted to the last time I visited my brother. Its a animated series about two brothers who can create and do almost anything and never get caught by their parents. Their sister is in love with this guy, but she keeps humiliating herself in front of him and is always trying to get her parents to see exactly what her brothers are up to." He didn't look convinced. "Trust me, you're gonna laugh no matter what you think. Phineas's head is shaped like a Doritio, Ferb's pants are pulled up to his chest, and their sister cracks me up. Don't even get me started on their pet. He's a spy. Trust me, its funny. I've got eight or nine episodes on my laptop. Let's go watch them in bed."
Tommy was shaking his head when she rose from his lap and drug him away. "Why do I want to watch a cartoon about a guy who's head is shaped like a Dorito?"
"Cause your ex-girlfriend will probably want to have sex with you sometime in the near future."
"You say the cutest things."
"Only to my favorite ex-boyfriend. You're the only one I don't want to kill."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
3 hours Later
Being on vacation meant that a lazy afternoon nap wasn't frowned upon, but pretty much expected minus the responsibilities of work and home life.
The quiet, cozy atmosphere of Tommy's bedroom felt like heaven on Earth to Kim when she yawned sleepily while lying on her side beneath the covers of the king-sized bed. The warm, steady breathing fanning over the back of her neck slowly drew her thoughts to coherency as she smiled contently against her arm. In a most imperfect world, there was no place she'd rather be than right here. Especially with him. There were no meetings requiring her presence today. No office politics to play, downtown Tampa traffic to navigate, or new customers to charm over lunch.
She felt gloriously free... and loved.
With Tommy's warm, solid form curled protectively behind her, his arm across over her waist and comfortably binding them, she didn't want anything more than this. A quiet, warm bedroom and someone dear to hold. His face was pressed into her silky brown hair as he slept peacefully while holding her, their legs entwined as surely as their hearts were becoming.
Judging by the wall-clock, the time was barely past 4:00 PM, signaling they'd spent three hours snoozing after watching a couple of Phineas and Ferb episodes on her lap top. Tommy's preferred brand of animated series came in the Batman, Justice League, and Family Guy arenas. Nonetheless, there was a cleverness and innocent charm to the Disney show that made him laugh more than he expected. Phineas and Ferb didn't reinvent the wheel when it came to comedy, but it was damn entertaining all the same.
Yawning again, Kim blinked her eyes open, looking to the far end of their bedroom. She gave a little poke of her elbow to her bedmate until he roused. "Why did you get a floor length mirror in your cabin and I didn't?"
"Cause the owner of these cabins likes me better than you," Tommy delivered through a long yawn while his refusing to open his eyes. "It's a height thing, Kim. You weren't tall enough to get the mirror."
"You really want me to rip your balls off, don't you?" She heard him snicker over her ear, and then felt his mouth lazily canvass the nape of her neck, sweeping a kiss there. Her lips twitched into a smile. "I can't remember the last time I was able to fall asleep during the day before this trip."
While stretching his legs, Tommy nuzzled her neck, "Me either. I'm used to the loud sounds of karate classes, constant telephone calls, meetings with parents, meetings with accountants, and never-ending knocks at my office door all day long."
"Replace the sounds of your classes with long meetings after boring meetings, constantly trying to make designers see the middle ground, refereeing designers arguments, going over new concepts until you want to gouge your eyes out, and teleconferencing with people you'd like to stab repeatedly."
Her soft, sleepy voice carried a adorable quality to him."You're so sexy when you talk violent."
"And I think you need your head examined," Kim laughed quietly while turning over to face him. Sleepy Tommy captured her heart, giving her a glimpse of the boy he once was when he yawned. He seemed so relaxed and she loved that she was a major part of the reason why. "I hate to say I told you so..."
"But you will anyway."
"I told you that you would love Phineas and Ferb. You should thank me for introducing you to it."
"So I should thank a mature, career-minded woman for introducing me to a Disney cartoon?"
"Says the mature, career-minded man who can't seem to stay out of colorful spandex?"
"I was saving the world, Kim."
"At what point were you going to let someone else save it?" Her assertion was met with a dark expression similar to a slap to the face. Their playful banter had somehow run into a brick wall of sorts. Tommy didn't say another word, setting his gaze on the ceiling while lying on his back. In her mind's eye, she imagined him as a little boy tying a blanket around his neck like a cape, pretending to be Superman while running through his mother's kitchen. Only in real life, he'd done all those spectacular things you read about in comic books. And that's a life he's had the hardest time walking away from. "You're mad at me."
Tommy exhaled a deep breath. "I'm not."
"I didn't ask if you were. I know you are." He didn't counter her claim again as his suddenly tense mood provided more evidence to back it up. She obviously touched a nerve, although she didn't mind that she could get to him. In fact, she kind of liked that. She leaned half over his chest, resting her head there while observing his scowl. "I won't allow you to stay mad at me."
"I never said I was mad."
"But you are."
"Kim, let it go."
"Then why are you grouchy all of a sudden?" When he finally graced her with a look, he shrugged. "I just worry about you."
Tommy sighed while gazing at Kim, and then lifted his arms around her. He wasn't exactly sure what changed with his mood, so he tried to explain. "I don't why I was born to live the life that I have. I mean, I did more before I was twenty than most people will do their entire life. You name something impossible and I've probably done it twice. And I never saw myself as someone special. When I got to Angel Grove, I just wanted some friends and to stop moving around so much because of my dad's job. Then I met you," he noted fondly while running his fingers through her hair. He loved her smile and was given the reward of it here. "Of course, when I was kidnapped and placed under a spell by Rita, and then tried to kill you and all of your friends... well, that wasn't the first impression I was hoping to make."
"We couldn't exactly hold attempted murder against you when you were under a evil spell."
"You say that like it's so normal."
"Normal left our lives a very long time ago," Kim favored him with a genuine smile. "Back in high school when most sixteen year olds were dying to pass their driver's test, Billy and I switched bodies once. I had a penis for over four hours."
Tommy glared at her, and then shuddered. "I could live a good, long life if you never, ever reminded me of that again."
Kim playfully swatted his shoulder. "Reminded you of what? That I in fact had a very nice penis for a couple of hours attached to my body?" Her eyes flashed with amusement. Tommy's, not so much. "Okay, for you, I'll stop talking about the penis I once had."
"Anywaaaay," he gave a laugh while quickly for his sanity's sake changing the subject, "I'm drawn to the Ranger life because it fulfills the thrill seeker in me. It gave my life purpose by allowing me to help people and protect the world. It's very hard to work a 9 to 5 desk job and be satisfied with your life when you've felt the Power coursing through your body while flying a Zord through outer space. There's a part of me that feels like I was the best man for the Ranger job, and yes, I know how egotistical that sounds."
"You're the best of us, Tommy. But you're not immortal." Kim trailed the back of her hand over his smooth cheek, gracing him with her affectionate caress. "You have no idea how much I dread getting a phone call late one night about you or Jason or even Adam, and have to be told you died on a secret Ranger mission."
"I retired."
"For now. But you told me you're still in contact with various Ranger teams. And if the chance to get your hands on some new powers came along, I'm not sure you could say no."
His first instinct was to rebuff her claim, but his throat tight closed around the words. She's always been able to see through him, and obviously that hadn't changed. "... maybe."
"Any woman you're involved with is going to have to be able to live with that part of you that can't fully walk away from the Ranger life and all the danger that comes with it."
Tommy knew he was tempting fate by asking, but he went for it anyway. "Could you?"
Mildly surprised, Kim dared to hold his gaze, never wavering for a second as the air around them became tinged with anticipation. He hated that she knew he was anxious to know her answer as his gentle nudging them towards being something more than just lovers felt like it got a nice, hard shove with his question.
"I'd be with you... right by your side. Where I belong..." and then she smiled, twisting her hand between them. "Provided we were in a romantic relationship. Hypothetically, of course."
"Hypothetically," Tommy repeated, grinning while sitting up so that he could kiss her. He cradled the back of her hand when their lips met in a firm, loving embrace. Their mouths slowly glided back and forth while he gently rolled her over. They nibbled, chased, and laughed around long kisses that left them panting for more. Minutes later then their lips parted, he gazed down at her with such intense emotion reflected in his eyes. "I love you, Beautiful."
Kim's hand lifted and she softly ran it over his cheek. She licked her lips, her brown eyes twinkling ever so as she absorbed his declaration. She sensed that he wanted to say more, but didn't, and for that she was grateful. At least for now. "Say it again."
"I love you." Another deep kiss fell upon her lips, and then he hovered just above them.
"Again."
"You are so not going to get your way all the time in this relationship." Kim giggled before he kissed her, and then passionately deepened it. She moaned hotly when he began sucking on her tongue while her hands roamed his broad shoulders. He settled between her thighs, pressing her firmly into the bed. Their mouths parted only when air became a necessity. "So why did you tell me that particular story while you were shaving me?" he asked as he tried to steady his breathing.
She blinked, a bit caught off guard. "I...I don't know." She tried to draw him down to her for another kiss, but he didn't fall for her delaying tactic. "Does it matter?"
"Yes. It does to me."
Coursing her fingers through the hair of the back of his head, Kim felt like she was being forced to open up to him, when in reality, that's what she'd been doing for a while now. "I think I was saying some of that stuff out loud for the very first time," she explained. "I've told some people bits and pieces of what happened, but I've never just talked about how all of that made me feel. Trini, Sha, and the girls all know what it's like to be a woman and deal with infidelity. Whether if it's happened to them or someone close to them. With the guys, they would only want to know how I was doing and who they needed to kill," she laughed. "But with you, I sort of talked out how everything made me feel and how it changed me. I don't want to mistrust people or second guess myself all the time. My relationships since Dylan have all suffered due to me not being able to give enough of myself, or just not letting anyone get close enough to me. Yes, there might have been a jerk or two, but there were a couple of decent guys, too, and I didn't treat all of them very well."
He saw the deep seeded regret in her chocolate brown eyes."So you told me that story as therapy for yourself?"
Staring at him for a long pause, Kim finally gave up the truth. "Not entirely." When he smiled, she realized that was exactly what he wanted to hear. She sighed, "Like I told you before, I'm broken. Relationship-wise."
"That's not true," Tommy quickly asserted, shaking his head. "You had some rotten luck with love. At this age, we've all got our scars. That's life for everybody."
"When my Dad cheated on my Mom, she was sure everything was going well in their marriage. Just like I thought everything was going well with Dylan. I have all the respect in the world for my mom and I'm a college educated woman in my own right, but neither one of us knew what was happening right under our noses. I honestly didn't have a clue, so when I found out he was cheating, I wasn't just dealing with his betrayal, but my own inability to accurately gauge our relationship. I felt like a fool. I read the same women's magazines like every other girl. I saw all the articles on eight to ten ways to know your man was cheating written by so called "relationship experts". And I still didn't know. Trust me, that has a lasting effect on a girl's life."
"Forever?"
"I hope not." Sympathy and compassion were written all over his face, as well as a deep-seeded resolve that he wasn't letting her off the hook. He was going to fight or her... for them. That was why she drew him down to her, kissing him deeply. Here was a man she could reveal the scars of her heart to and never scare him away. He truly loved her, and she sincerely felt it. Even the parts of her that hurt the most.
"I love you," she whispered over his lips, gazing into his eyes.
"I know," he replied. "That's why I trust you with my life. You have the most beautiful heart I have ever known. I just don't want you to be afraid of yourself. I have all the faith in the world in you."
Feeling a bit devilish despite the blush she wore, Kim declared, "You are the world's best brother."
"I swear someday I'm going to write you a letter."
"It had better be a love letter."
"What, like the one you wrote me?"
"That was a love letter," Kim asserted, grinning. "It was just about loving someone else."
"It broke my heart at the time."
"Life's tough, Handsome. You need to pull up your big boy pants."
Tommy nibbled her bottom lip with a little bite, and then kissed her firmly. "Nah, I'd rather take off yours." When his hand deftly undid the shoulder straps on her overalls the cell phone in his back pocket began to hum. "I'm not answering that."
Grinning cheekily, Kim groped his backside for the cell phone, kneading his ass before removing it. "And here I thought I was the only one in the room with a vibrator." She winked and then recognized the number on his Caller ID. This was going to be fun. "Hey Rocky, what's up?"
"Uhm... is this Tommy Oliver's phone?"
"Yes, it is," Kim chirped. "What can I do for you?"
His eyes widening behind his desk at work, Rocky stared at his phone, tilting his head. "Kim, is that you?"
"Well, it sure ain't Santa Clause." Tommy stuck his tongue out at her. Kim did the same, adding a middle finger. When he tried to bite it, she laughed. "What do you want, Rocko?"
"Okay, first off, seeing as how this is some truly hot and naughty Ranger gossip, I'd like to know how the original Pink Ranger and the second best Red Ranger ever, behind me of course..."
"Of course," Kim smirked in Tommy's face. His eyes rolled.
"... are together? He's supposed to be in Lake Tahoe being a lazy ass while the rest of us work for a living."
"Oh, he's here."
Rocky lifted his feet up on his desk, grinning. "Define here?"
Kim blushed just a little. "Uhm, on top of me." There was a pause on the other end.
"... boomchickabowwow chikabowow..."
"Oh, shut up, Rocky," Kim giggled when Tommy started laughing. And she still had one hand over his ass. "Here's the short story. Tommy and I met up on the train here. Neither of us knew the other was going on a vacation to Lake Tahoe and surprise, surprise, we were reunited. My ex-honey got me out of a particular situation with a gentleman caller who was annoying me. Talk about history repeating itself," she smiled at Tommy. "Once the jerk was dispatched, the Rainbow Ranger and I had dinner and did some dancing and... well... look, we caught up."
Rocky paused a moment, judging over what she said and the clearly-hiding-something way she said it. "You boned him, didn't you?"
"Since he's on top of me right now, there's a very good chance the answer is yes. But I am a lady and shall neither confirm nor deny your assuming claim."
Rocky shook his head, wondering who he should call first with this news. "Okay, so of all the places in the world, and all the different modes of transportation, and all the days you could go, you two end up on the same train, going to the same place at the exact same time? That sounds like some wacky plot for a romantic story with naughty scenes."
"And our cabin's are across the street from each other."
"Never let it be said that God doesn't have a sense of humor. Those are some very strange occurrences. Some people might call that fate."
Groaning softly, Kim's eyes slipped shut when Tommy began Frenching her neck with his tongue, with his hands skimming slowly up the side of her body under her shirt. "Fate... yeah. Fate's good... really good."
"I mean, back when Adam and I shared a apartment, he made the most unmanly high-pitched girly shriek after he found out I replaced his body wash with Dawn dish washing liquid a week earlier, so everyday, he had been showering with Dawn. Hey, I was helping him shower with a girl. But did he thank me? Nope, and that was strange, but you two hooking up again like that is 'Ripley's Believe It Or Not' kinda strange."
Gritting her teeth to keep from humming pleasurably, Kim tightly gripped the sheets with her free hand while Tommy's mouth began pulling and suckling her nipple after having pushed up her shirt. The man was driving her ten shades of hot with his tongue swirling all around the tip of her breast, causing her toes to curl. "Strange, strange, strange..."
"Was that a moan?" Rocky wondered while listening closer. Then there was another one, followed by the unmistakable sound of clothes rustling. "I'm so not sure if I should be repulsed or turned on right now."
"... gotta go, Rocky."
"You two had better use some protection unless you want some little Kim juniors running around."
"Later." Kim barely hit end before tossing the cell phone off the bed, landing it next to the pink shirt she had just lost after Tommy got rid of his. Her busy hands were tearing at his belt and the top button on his jeans while urgently kissing him. The sound of his zipper being pulled down turned her on for some reason as she began pulling off her overalls, kicking them down her legs and off at the end of the bed. All that she knew was they had to have broken some Guinness Book of World Records for speed undressing under the covers. And now the hard, warm length of him throbbed against her pulsing mound, forcing an involuntary clench that made her groan deep in the back of her throat.
His warm mouth paid loving worship to her small, firm breasts. He suckled gently on the tip of one rosy nipple, while his hand rubbed hotly over the other. His tongue wetly bathed each peak with long, slow lashes before drawing them into his mouth, sweeping his tongue back and forth until her thighs trembled around him. He pleasured her lazily, taking his time kissing all over her chest. Lifting his gaze with an enticing smile, he found the purest desire pooled in her brown eyes. "Are you ready to have your world rocked?"
"That's a question you might want to ask yourself, Handsome." With a wink, Kim drew him to her waiting mouth, capturing his with such greedy hunger. Their tongues mingled and slowly rolled round and round, causing them to moan deeply around their kissing. Her arms encircled his neck while the hardness pressed against her core was becoming slick with her moist arousal. Her nipples drew tight against his chest, grazing the muscles there when they began to move as one, grinding while kissing deeply. The pleasurable feel of his strong body resting above her caused her belly to quiver with tingles where their skin touched. She gently bit at and nibbled his lips between kisses, loving the husky sounds he made.
Kim slipped one arm down his body to give his bare ass a firm squeeze before gliding over his hip between his legs. She took his weeping cock in her hand, firmly stroking the hardness until his eyes rolled back and his breathing grew harsh. The hard flesh throbbed and twitched in her fist, while the man shivered above her. She couldn't help the sensual smile curling her lips at at the tortured expression he wore. She released him, whispering, "Kiss me."
His mouth dove for hers, gliding rhythmically over her delicate lips while he aligned himself with her soft entrance. Her fingers dug into his back ever so harder when he began pushing inside her, spreading her warm flesh until he was encased in the tight depths of her body. Her breathy whining followed every long, slow stroke. Nothing... nothing had ever felt as good as making love to her, so he took his time in drawing out her pleasure, intending to make this so good for her. His mouth fell upon her neck, hungrily suckling her while his hips rocked deeply into her. "God, you feel so good."
"Uhhnnn..." Kim moaned softly with every thrust, her hips matching his pace, clutching him with her arms as pleasure reverberated throughout her body. The methodical pace he set left her panting, her body drawing tightly around his every surge into her. Exquisite sensation best described how he felt within her, causing her eyes to flutter when his pelvic bone began grinding over her sensitive clit. The tension coiled hot, burning brighter by the second. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."
The wicked feel of her teeth biting gently into his neck forced a gasp of air from Tommy while laboring above her. She was so wanton and uninhibited, so willing and exciting that he ached for her. Slowly stroking in and out of her slick, wet heat was pure heaven. His knees spread enough to dig into the mattress, giving him a deeper angle to surge harder. He panted low and husky against her ear, suddenly pounding into her for a time until she frantically cried out. Her hips arched hard, her body clenching around him as a roaring, blissful orgasm stormed through her.
Gazing down at his love, Tommy swore he had never seen anything more beautiful than her face when she was coming. Nothing more glorious that her flushed expression of ecstasy, clinging to him through it all. His head bowed, kissing her tenderly while weaving into her with long, smooth thrusts. "I love you so much," he panted over her lips before drowning them in another passionate kiss.
"I love you... ohmygod, I love you," Kim wailed softly, her sex contracting and caressing around him. She gasped in pleasure, hugging him tightly, her nails dug into his back. With her eyes clenched shut, quivering tingles swept through her body as they rode a rhythm of passionate instinct. That delicious curve of his shaft left her craving the way he stretched her, pulsing deeply inside her, driving her body crazy with sensation. "Love you, Tommy... I need you."
Kim's sensual declarations made Tommy's eyes darken with lust and love. She began moaning with every long thrust as the bed creaked, echoing its approval. She captured his soul so deeply that he fantasized about making love to her while actually doing it. He loved the way her body writhed beneath his, her ankles locked around his waist, perspiration glistening their bodies under the covers. "It could be like this," he kissed her deeply, panting. "All the time..."
While grinding over the sheets chasing another primal release, her hands stroked his shoulder while she kissed over his throat. "I never want to give this up," escaped her lips while panting. She felt his chest heaving with exertion, his strong, surging hips forcing a litany of "Uhnn... Uhnn... awww... Uhnn," from her. She felt herself quivering around him, her desire building with every thrust that parted her lips. The rigid cock driving her dizzy with pleasure was punctuated by the raunchy flesh colliding noise of their passionate love-making. The fullness of him taking her was a welcome addiction her body never wanted to do without. "Harder... please..."
The moist, tight sheath of her crippled his sanity as surely as her sexy pleading. She felt so perfect beneath him, so small and hot while he thrust deeper and higher, aroused by her soft whining and the way she held him while trembling. "I love you so much, Kim," he gasped over her ear, running his tongue around the lobe before drawing it into his mouth.
"I love you... Tommy, ohgod..." She confessed her love while they mated all over the bed, their hands clawing, kneading, ravenously caressing each other. On and on they moved as one, kissing wildly, their bodies straining together. "I'm... I'm... faster... so close."
Tommy watched her head snap back when he began pounding into her with deep, urgent thrusts. Her erect nipples grazed sensations over his chest, her pelvis rocking against his thrusts as their bodies strove toward sweet oblivion. He kissed her hard when she began shaking from head to toe. His heart raced as his body drew closer to his own end. They were groaning, straining, and arching in perfect sync until he roared into her one final time, buried deeply.
Thrashing beneath him, Kim felt the vigorous jerking throbs of his frantic ejaculations while her own climax left her wrenching beneath him, crying out as her sex drained him so fully he slumped over her before her orgasm ended. She could barely catch her breath, her arms clinging to him, their skin sticky with perspiration. She felt glorious and exhausted, panting loudly, her eyes still shut. He was softening inside her, his heart racing so fast she could feel it against her chest. He whispered her name and the word 'love' over and over, causing her to smile. She tenderly kissed his temple, her fingers slowly coursing through his dark hair.
Their love making was so explosive it began making her question if she'd ever had real sex before. The man was a fucking revelation in bed. Sex wasn't everything by far, but when it's fantastic, it just didn't hurt. Fantastic was fast becoming inadequate to Kim when describing making love to Tommy. She was at a blissful loss for words. "I think I'm going to need another nap." He laughed softly over her ear, and then lifted his head to gaze lovingly at her. "After that you can make my lunch."
"No way. You're making lunch." When she shook her head he kissed her once more, firmly. "I just did all the work."
"You have some nerve..."
"Enough, Beautiful. Just say yes?"
"Fine, just get off me," she laughed, smiling. He gently lifted himself off of her, lying by her side. "We're sticky and sweaty and need another shower. Then I'll whip up something for lunch. You better like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."
"You're such a chef."
"No. I'm just yours."
"That was sweet."
"Sweet enough to get you to make lunch?"
"No, not that sweet." Still, he kissed her wearing a smile, having never known such peace or love in his entire life. And before this trip was over with, he silently swore she would see just how amazing that could be for many years to come.
The End of Chapter 3
Chapter 4: Tommy and Kim's last day together...