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Jasha's relationship takes a big step forward in the wake of Joe's ongoing recovery. Enjoy!

Opening his front door, Joe was greeted with a bouncing Mia, her smile as big as her afro.

"Hi Joe!"

"Hey little lady," he said cheerfully, "Where have you been? Mama's been hiding you away, huh?"

Sasha laughed at the statement as T.K. gave Joe a quick fist bump before sweeping into the living room and making a beeline for the home entertainment system. It was the weekend and the kids insisted on coming to visit, their first since Joe's injury. She watched with raised eyebrows as her daughter and her boyfriend did this little handshake thing, complete with sound effects, that she'd never seen before. "When the hell did you come up with that?"

"A long time ago, Mama," Mia beamed. "It's top secret."

"Yeah, for club members only. And you're not allowed in our little club," Joe winked.

"Oh, I'ma club you right now," Sasha took a playful swing at him, laughing when he ducked and retreated into the kitchen. "Where's your mom at?" she asked Joe, following him. "You said she took you to your appointment."

"She went grocery shopping. She should be back soon. Can't wait to eat white rice again," Joe grinned as he shoved a bag of popcorn into the microwave.

"Oh snap! You got the new Call of Duty, Joe?" T.K. called excitedly from the living room. "It's not supposed to be out until next week!"

"Main roster perks, my man," replied Joe.

"Oh man! Come on. Let's play."

"You sure you can take on me? 'Cuz I'm gonna kick your butt," Joe gloated.

"Yeah right," T.K. scoffed. "Bring it!"

"Be there in five. Prepare to beg for mercy," the Samoan continued to talk smack, smiling at Sasha shaking her head and muttering 'boys'.

"When Mom comes back are you gonna take off again?" Joe gave Sasha a pointed look, rolling his eyes when her expression became uncomfortable. "And they call me the baby."

Sasha withdrew a bottle of soda from the refrigerator and retrieved two glass cups. She looked for her daughter, the little girl circling the pool table in the corner of the room. "Mia! Come take this for you and your brother." She'd asked about Patricia only out of obligation. Joe's recovery process had caused the two women's paths to cross again, and though they were civil, they said very little to each other as their unpleasant confrontation in Pensacola still hung over both their heads. If either wanted to apologize, neither seemed to want to take the first step.

Joe leaned against the counter, his muscular arms crossed. "You two are going to have to clear the air soon, y'know. This walking on eggshells thing ain't cuttin' it."

"We'll figure it out," said Sasha, her tone uncertain, however, "We women have our way of handling things."

"If you mean being completely awkward around each other, then yeah, definitely 'your way of handling things'," Joe quipped, tipping the popcorn into a glass bowl before going to the living room to join T.K. The two boys played video games in the living room while Mia watched from the sofa behind them.

The front door opened, and Patricia shuffled into the house armed with big bags. "Leati, where are you? I need some help with..." She stopped short at the sight of the new faces in the living room. "Oh. I didn't know you had guests."

Joe smiled and approached his mother. "Hey Mom. Any more stuff in the car?"

"A few. If you could fetch them I'd appreciate it," she said. As Joe went outside, T.K. came over. "Let me help you with those, ma'am," he offered, retrieving the bags from her.

"Why thank you, young man." She smiled graciously at him, and then down at Mia who had also wandered over. "And who might you be?"

Sasha put an arm around T.K. "Patricia, this is my son Tyson and my daughter Mia." She introduced them proudly. "Kids, this is Miss Patricia, Joe's mom."

Another pleasant smile lit up Patricia's face. "Hello. It's very nice to meet you both."

Mia's head tilted to the side, her eyes filled with awe. "You're very pretty, Miss Patricia."

Patricia's smile widened, visibly taken aback by the unexpected statement. "You sweet child. You'll make an old woman blush."

Sasha couldn't help but smile proudly. Her little girl always knew how to turn on the charm. If she had her way she would win Patricia over in no time.

Joe returned with the rest of the bags and T.K. helped him take them into the kitchen. As Joe disappeared to retrieve something from his room, Sasha watched his mother sort out the food items on the kitchen countertop. "We'll be gone soon. The kids just wanted to hang out with Joe," she said.

Patricia raised an eyebrow. "What's the hurry?"

"Come again?"

"Do you have somewhere urgent to be?" the older woman asked, and Sasha shook her head. "The kids came to hang out with Joe, yes?" Sasha nodded. "So let them hang out. Stay a while. Besides, I'm making lunch."

Sasha stared at her. "Are you sure?"

Patricia smiled. "Of course. Mia, darling, would you like to help me out?"

"Yes, Miss Patricia!" Mia bounded over to Patricia's side, and Sasha looked on, at a loss for words. Deciding to let them be, she quietly slipped away in search of her boyfriend, overhearing Patricia asking Mia to tell her about herself as she made her way upstairs. She found Joe in his bedroom changing into a cleaner t-shirt. "Your mom's being nice to me. I'm scared!" she blurted out, chewing on her lip.

"Isn't that a good thing?" he questioned, snickering at the distrustful expression on his girlfriend's face. "Believe it or not babe, my mama ain't as vindictive as you think she is. Relax."

That remained to be seen, but she kept those thoughts to herself. Suddenly craving her man's warmth and closeness, she walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. Joe hugged her back, pursed his lips against her forehead. "You okay, beautiful?"

"I'm fine, handsome," she answered, going quiet for a moment. "You've been a good boy lately. I would say thanks but I think I'd rather show my appreciation." She looked up at him, her gaze loaded with want.

Joe stared back, his grey eyes brightening. "What do you have in mind?"

She didn't answer, merely giving him a sly smile. Gripping his hand, she stepped backwards into the bathroom, tugging him along with her. Kicking the door shut, she backed him up against it and gave him a sensual, passionate kiss that dazed the Samoan. "Wow..." he breathed. Sasha was already a great kisser but that lip lock just short-circuited his brains.

She placed her finger on his lips. "Shh. No talking. Let me take care of you." Again she kissed him, her hands sliding down his body, and he moaned into her mouth as she reached down to rub his crotch through his sweatpants. "Mmm, you're so big, baby. I want it," she whispered.

"Take it," Joe replied, "You know it's all yours, sweetheart."

Sasha smiled at his words. She locked the bathroom door and returned her gaze to her man, biting her lip seductively. There was a conspiratorial expression, a mischievous twinkle in her eye that Joe liked. A lot. It usually meant that very good, very pleasurable things were coming his way.

To Sasha, Joe's bathroom was an absolute dream. Beautiful, modern and spacious, it was almost as big as her entire apartment and provided plenty room to experiment, which they'd done on a few occasions before. Right now though, since they had visitors downstairs and he couldn't have sex yet, she needed the quickest, most satisfying route for him, and decided to go with a classic.

"Step out of your pants and take a seat, baby," she instructed.

He did as she asked, shutting the toilet seat and sitting on it. She stood between his parted legs and bent at the waist, pressing her mouth to his once again, with Joe running his hands up her thighs and cupping her ass. She smiled at his groan of protest when she pulled her lips from his, the hitch of his breath and his darkened irises when she sank slowly to her knees in front of him. Lifting his shirt, her eyes fell upon the horizontal incision just above his most private area, the scar from his recent surgery. She placed a small kiss upon it before moving on to his boxers, stretching the elastic until she revealed his hard, thick erection resting on his stomach. Spreading his thighs further apart, she dipped her head and pushed his dick towards him with her mouth, running her tongue from the base all the way up to the tip, dragging a lustful hiss from his lips in the process. She kept at it, her tongue warm and teasing, the act made only more maddening when she refused to touch him. It was torture, pure torture for Joe, and he nearly wept with joy when she finally grasped him and took him into the warm confines of her mouth. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he leaned further back, his hazy stare fixated on his girlfriend. Gripping him in her fist, she tilted her head and sucked him up and down, like a Popsicle, leaving wet trails of saliva along his swollen length.

"Shit baby, that feels fuckin' amazing," he grunted, gripping her hair tightly, watching her lips pull and slide along his erection. Her eyes were on him, and she made little sounds, like she was pleased to be pleasing him. Swearing softly, Joe closed his eyes again. He couldn't see her and feel her, it was too much. His mind was empty save for the feel of her hot mouth bobbing on his rock-hard dick, the slick slide of her tongue over his flesh, her hand stroking him from base to head. He wanted it to never end even though he was seconds away from exploding. When she took him all the way inside her mouth and sucked hard, what few coherent thoughts he had left were replaced by electric currents jolting his entire body. "Fuck!" he bellowed, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. "Oh my god..."

He was getting closer, she could tell. He grew harder in her grip and his breaths were shallow and erratic. Staring up at his handsome features, scrunched in painful pleasure, she twisted her hand around his dick repeatedly, smiling when he moaned loudly in reaction. "Come on big boy," she purred, pulling at his testicles with her free hand. "Bring it home, handsome. Come for me." And licking the length of him one more time, she swallowed him again.

Rendered speechless, Joe's head fell back once more, his breathing speeding up as the sensation in his belly intensified. Another suction of her mouth and a gentle squeeze of his tightened balls set him off. The sound he made as his hot seed gushed forth came from the deepest trenches of his being, expelled in the most powerful sensation he'd ever experienced. Vaguely, he heard Sasha's moan, felt the continuous tugging on his length as she swallowed every last drop of him. Joe stared up dazedly at the ceiling, breathing hard, his big frame slack and helpless as he recovered from the intense orgasm. "Fuck, baby girl...wow."

Sasha finished up with a self-satisfied grin, ensuring she licked him clean. As he caught his breath, Joe looked down at her, his vision still blurry with pleasure. Sasha started to stand up, but was stopped when he grabbed her hand, tugged her astride his lap and kissed her long and profoundly. Unlike most guys he had zero qualms tasting himself in his girl's mouth. "I needed that. Thanks."

"Anything for you, baby," Sasha answered before getting back up and smoothing her hair back into place. "Now come on, before your mama starts wonderin' where we are."

Together they descended down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Patricia was pulling out a long baking dish from the oven. "Nice to see you two finally join us," she spoke, shooting them both a knowing glance. Sasha hid her face in shame against Joe's back, discreetly smacking his arm when he chuckled.

Lunch was delicious, a beef casserole that made Sasha consider shelving her pride and asking Patricia for the recipe. The kids politely thanked Patricia for the meal and helped her clean up before returning to the living room with Joe, leaving the mothers at the kitchen. Sasha followed the older woman's gaze, set on the three figures in the living room. "You have beautiful children," Patricia spoke softly. "So well-mannered and polite. Mia is a precious little angel."

Sasha cleared her throat. "Thanks."

Uncomfortable silence fell between the two women, both staring awkwardly at the other. Then, with a deep sigh, Joe's mother broke the ice. "I should have apologized to you sooner, Sasha. I said some caustic things."

As much as she didn't want to admit it, that day still hit a raw nerve. "You were being protective of your son. I understand."

"I could have made my point without being rude," said Patricia, "I had no right to pass judgment and you had every right to be angry with me."

Sasha shrugged. "I'm getting used to it. Time and again I've been made to feel like I should apologize for not being rich and for having kids out of wedlock, and now for being older than your son. People have tried to make me feel bad for as long as I can remember. But I won't apologize because I've done nothing wrong. I know who I am and what I stand for. I know how hard I work and I've never needed anyone to provide for me, and Joe knows that too."

"I know he does." Patricia paused, staring thoughtfully at the younger woman. Admittedly, she admired her fire and confidence, how she never let anyone disrespect her. Those qualities were rare among women of today, sadly. "I've watched you with him this injury period. You two remind me of me and his father whenever he was out of action. He would throw tantrums and be rude and obnoxious, but I'd suck it up. Because he needed me and honestly, I was simply head over heels in love with that man." She chuckled quietly as she reminisced. "I know Leati's the same. I'll be honest with you, I'm surprised you kept coming back. Dealing with a wrestler is never easy, injured and otherwise."

Sasha tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "He needed me."

"That, and you're head over heels in love with him. Otherwise you wouldn't have stayed." Patricia's smile was gentle as she held her counterpart's gaze. It wasn't a forceful statement, and the soft acceptance with which it was spoken caused Sasha's eyes to water. Was she finally convinced of her feelings for her son?

"And he loves you too," she continued. "Women have come and gone from his life but he has never looked at any of them the way he looks at you. His father still looks at me the same way, even after all these years. Leati was miserable when you two separated. That was when I knew it was for real. He's never fussed over a woman like that. And no woman has treated him the way you have. You don't see him as a god or a trophy or a meal ticket."

She glanced over at her boyfriend, still trash-talking to T.K. as they duked it out on the Xbox. "That's because he's not a god or a trophy or a meal ticket. He's a man. A good, kind-hearted, respectful man that loves his job and loves his family. And that's why I love him, Patricia. I love him so much and I would move mountains for him."

"I know that now, dear." Patricia smiled, putting her hand over Sasha's. "An old woman like me will always worry. I want to say it's not personal but we both know when it comes to family it will always be personal. All I want is for my boys and girls to be happy. Being with you makes my son happy and I accept that."

Sasha was beaming, tempted to give the woman a hug. "Thank you Patricia. Your words mean so much to me."

From the comfort of his recliner Joe looked on, a plethora of emotions stirring within him. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but to see the women he loved smiling and seemingly putting what bad blood they had behind them was a great comfort and relief. Maybe now he could move forward with his plans.

The news Joe had been awaiting for the past two months finally came. He could work out again. He couldn't return to action just yet, but it was a huge boost for him; at last he could properly kick start the process of returning to the ring. He couldn't wait to get started, and there was a particularly enjoyable workout routine that he wanted to begin with.

"So what do you want to do today?" Sasha asked as the two entered his house, having accompanied him to his appointment. He'd been grinning from ear to ear ever since they left the Doctor's, and she figured he was just happy about the progress he'd made with his rehab. He deserved it. He had worked very hard to get better.

Taking her hand, he started to pull her towards the stairs. "Nothing, other than make love to you for the rest of the day," he said.

Her eyes went wide as she let him lead her up the stairs. "Are you allowed?"

"I talked to the Doctor just before we left and he gave me the all-clear."

"Oh. That's good. You must be very glad about that."

"I am," he agreed, a look of longing in his gaze. "I'd love to keep chattin', baby girl, but it's been a long couple of weeks. I'm not going to be fit for normal conversation until after I'm buried deep inside you." There really was no sense in beating around the bush.

"Oh." She blinked, clearly bewildered, but he could also see how her eyes had darkened and her nipples had hardened through her thin blouse. She wanted him too. "I guess you should get on with it then."

"Thanks," he said with a small smile as they reached the top of the stairs. He walked into his bedroom and turned to face his woman. She was giving him a flirty toss of her hair, gazing up at him from beneath her eyelashes. Sexual tension oozed between the couple. Standing in the middle of the room, Joe drew her body flush against his. He teased her with soft pecks on her cheek and jaw before sealing her mouth in a kiss that coaxed a sigh out of her. Gradually, hands started to roam, pushing and pulling and tugging, ridding the other of their clothes until they stood naked in front of each other. With one hand on her face, his other fingers skimmed up and down her spine, teasing her mouth with touches of his tongue and causing more tremors to flutter through her body. As the kiss intensified, he lifted her in his arms and her legs instantly went around his waist, her fingers tunneling in his hair as he carried her to the bed. Quickly strapping on a condom, he covered her with his body, his legs between hers. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around hers, both moaning as his tongue slid in and out of her mouth as they kissed. He ran his right hand up her left arm and linked their fingers, resting them next to her head. Sasha planted the bottom of her foot on his leg, rubbing it up and down his calf as she thrummed the fingertips of her free hand along his back.

"You are so beautiful," Joe murmured against her lips, the smooth baritone of his voice never failing to kindle a fire in Sasha's soul.

"You make me feel beautiful," she whispered back. Uttering a low groan of appreciation, Joe deposited small kisses along her throat down to her breasts, swiping his tongue over one nipple before scooping the hard bud into his mouth. "Man, I've missed your tits," he said, molding the other full, fleshy mound in his palm. "My tits," he corrected, ash-colored eyes flicking to hers as he suckled her breast.

Sasha's body was about to explode. "Baby please...I need you," she rasped.

He could never deny his lady a request. His mouth left her nipple with an audible pop, having had his fill of her succulent bosom – for now. He kissed her again and sucked her bottom lip, groaning when her tongue slid between his lips. Sasha felt his hand on her lower back lifting her hips off the bed, and she gasped as he invaded her walls, one delightful inch at a time, until he was buried as far as he could go. "Oh, fuck."

It had been way too long, being inside her like this. He cradled her head in his muscular arms, his massive body cocooning hers, then started to move in and out of her, kissing her the whole time. She caressed his back and shoulders and hitched her legs higher up around his body. He moved tortuously slowly, whispering how much he loved her, how good it felt to be inside her again. His hips flexed forwards and back, finding her most sensitive spot with long, gliding strokes, and Sasha's gasps morphed into moans as sparks began to fly through her. Her dark eyes fluttering shut, she surrendered to sensation, to his kiss, the amazing rhythm of their joined bodies sliding together in a familiar dance that only got better with time.

Joe just about stopped breathing. Damn it, she was tight and wet and it felt so good every single time. Her body was wrapped around his, and the impassioned look in her eyes, reflecting the love and desire he felt for her, took him to another level. Unable to stop himself, he forgot about slow, about finesse, about coaxing her to her orgasm, and took her hard with urgent, desperate thrusts. Sasha moaned uncontrollably, her face tucked in his neck as she voiced her pleasure. A sharp groan left Joe's lips at the feel of her fingernails sinking into his back. Closing his hand over her ribcage, he pounded into her, seeking out his release, his breaths staccato and the big bed bouncing from the force of his rabid movements. Over the sound of the blood roaring in his ears he could make out Sasha's voice, wild with ecstasy as she pleaded with him to keep going, and just when he thought he couldn't hold out for much longer she came with a cry, her fingernails scraping his shoulder blades. He groaned loudly moments later with one final hard thrust, exploding in an orgasm that had him forgetting his own name. It was amazing. He could honestly say that nothing, no Superman punch or triple power-bomb ever felt as good as the moment when he pulsed inside Sasha, his whole body tense and his brain empty of anything but the way it felt to be buried deep inside her, and the look in her eyes, the look of sensual triumph and satisfaction, was the perfect reward.

After their breathing and bodies had calmed, Joe gathered Sasha in his strong arms, accepting the kiss she offered him. "Sorry, got a little rough there at the end," he said bashfully.

She giggled as she searched his face. "That was great. How do you feel? You alright?" she asked.

"Hell yeah. I'm a tad rusty but with a little practice I'll be back to a hundred percent in no time." He winked at her, making her laugh.

"If that was rusty then Lord help me," she groaned, and he laughed with her before they kissed again, languidly, basking in their contentment. Joe eased out of her and strolled into his bathroom, and Sasha was happy to look on, staring at his fine derriere the whole time. She stretched lazily on the bed, finding herself to be a bit sore, but she didn't mind one bit. It was great to have sex again.

He returned to the room and climbed back into bed, hugging Sasha tight. Tracing her fingers along his huge arm, she eyed him, noticing how intently he was watching her all of a sudden. "What?"

"What are you doing this weekend?" he asked.

She shrugged. "Nothing special. Why?"

"Come to Pensacola with me."

A couple of seconds ticked by. "What's the occasion?"

"It's my parents' fortieth wedding anniversary and they're throwing a big party. Mom asked if you could come."

"She did?" Sasha said, surprised.

"Uh-huh. We get there Thursday evening, the party is Friday night, and we'll have the rest of the weekend to ourselves." He took in her skeptical expression and willed himself not to fidget as there was every possibility that she could say no. "It's a getaway, nani, a break from all the rehabbing and me stressing you out. I know you don't have fond memories from the last time we were there but I want to change that. It's gonna be just us. No work, no rehab, no drama, nothing."

Her hair fell to the front of her face, and she tucked it back impatiently. "I'll have to check how many vacation days I got left. I am gunning for the Assistant Manager position on a permanent basis, you know."

"I know. But don't sweat it." His eyes were half-shut and he was in a state of complete relaxation. "Reg knows how hard you work. You'll get the job."

Sasha laughed. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," she replied, snuggling against him. "So the party...is it a formal event? Does one need to wear anything special?"

"Don't worry about what you're going to wear," said Joe. "I'll take care of it."

She stared quizzically at him. "Sounds like you've got everything planned already."

"Let's just say I'm brimming with confidence right now." He ran his hand down her hip in a further attempt to persuade her. "So how about it, Sash? Will you come?"

He stared at her with a hope and nervousness in his grey eyes that she thought was adorable. Caressing his long hair with a warm smile, she said, "Yes baby. I would love to go to Pensacola with you."

Joe grinned widely. Well hot damn, it was confirmed. They were going to be together for three or four nights, with no intrusion or interruptions. The thought was almost enough to give him another erection. "We're gonna have a great time, baby girl. You'll see," he promised.

"I can't wait to see what you got planned." She leaned in and brushed his lips with hers. "More importantly, I can't wait to be alone with you."

The grin on his face had to be surgically removed. "Me too."