Title: "Explicit"
The sequel to "Enraptured"
Chapter (1/1)
Written by: Shawn

Summary: Kim turns up the heat... in more ways than one.

Rated: M for graphic sexual situations, sensuality, and adult themes.
Category: Romance/Erotica
Ship: Tommy/Kim

Timeline/Spoilers: You must read "Enraptured" first in order to get a
feel for this universe. Set in the present day with Dino Thunder as
canon. Everything after DT's finale is my AU.
Disclaimer: I won't make a dollar, but maybe I can make you hot *wink*

Authors Notes 1: This story takes place about a month
after "Enraptured"

Authors Notes 2: Tommy and Kimberly are around 28 years old in this
story. They're adults doing adult things.

Authors Notes 3: Its nice to see that there are older PR fans like me
who don't mind a story or two every now and then taking our favorite
characters away from the worlds of Zords, Mystical gems, Evil
Villains and spandex. Those of us who don't mind a more mature take
on the former Rangers that focuses on life, love, sex, and moving
forward. Fans who want characterization, details, a real plot,
believable dialogue, but want just a little spice to their stories.
Well to that crowd, I dub thee "The Grown and Sexy"

Dedicated to: "The Grown and Sexy" Gina, rose19586, loulou4729,
SYuuri, Terra, Cathy, pinkywriter, grits, C, Pink-Green-White- 4ever,
White-Knight- 1988, and Vlad-the-Impish.

~~~~~

"Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it,
everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will
cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it."
~~ Curtis Judalet

"Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly. "
~~ Louis Ginsberg

"My marriage is on the rocks again, yeah, my wife just broke up with
her boyfriend."
~~ Rodney Dangerfield

~~~~~

*******

*******

The home of Tommy Oliver
1992 Valencia Drive
Thursday, May 8, 2008 9:30 PM
Reefside, Ca

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Kim frantically yelled into her cell phone
while darting out of the way of three firefighters as they battled
the blaze before them. The intense heat caused her to back up a
couple of steps as clouds of dark smoke lifted skyward. "I disown
you, Trini Kwan. Do you here me? I disown you!"

Munching M&M's behind her desk, Trini heard sirens and voices in the
background of Kim's call. Whatever had her girl gotten herself into
this time? "Why am I being disowned for like the ninth time this
decade? And make it quick. My last client just left and I'm starving
for some Taco Bell."

"Trini Mai Kwan," Kim stated her co-best friend's full name as she
was prone to do in times of acute distress. "It was your brilliant,
Cosmo-magazine influenced idea for me to surprise Tommy when he got
home from the teachers conference with a home cooked meal." Wincing,
she looked on as that very home cooked meal was being put out by a
long fire hose. Why oh why did these things keep happening to
her? "Now my wonderfully romantic evening is ruined. I'm standing
outside my boyfriend's home, of which one tenth of it is on fire, and
I'm about to be arrested!"

"WHAT?!" Trini gasped, nearly choking on a purple M&M. "Are you
alright?"

"Oh I'm just fine except for the fact that I'm about to be put in
handcuffs for arson."

"This is no time to be a drama queen."

"T, I was just trying to make him a home cooked meal like any good
girlfriend would."

"For crying out loud, Pinky. We're professional women. We don't have
time to prepare home cooked meals in the middle of the week. Why not
just buy him dinner?"

"CAUSE AISHA GOT ME HOOKED ON THE FOOD NETWORK AND YOU TOLD ME HOME
COOKED MEALS WERE ROMANTIC TO MEN AND I HAD TWO GLASSES OF REALLY
GOOD WINE!" Suddenly, Kim considered if yelling that in the vicinity
of the police was a wise thing. She probably looked nutso enough as
it was. "This is all your fault."

Sighing to herself with a head shake, Trini noted that Tommy's house
didn't sound like it was going up in a raging inferno and if anyone
had been hurt Kim would have mentioned it already. The psychology
degree on her office wall meant she had a great deal of patience with
people who needed just a bit more understanding then others. It was a
wonder to her how the original Pink Ranger had gone this long without
a
couch visit. "Calm down and tell me what happened."

While brushing her hand through her hair as firemen axed a side wall
that belonged to Tommy's kitchen, Kim began her tale of woe and
dinner. "Just last week Tommy gave me a key to his place, so I was in
happy girlfriend land. Well after talking to you yesterday I got the
brilliant idea that when Tommy made it in late tonight after a three-
hour plane ride a home cooked meal would be a nice surprise, along
with this little thing I bought at Victoria's Secret. So I watched my
favorite Food Network show, wrote down all the directions, went
grocery shopping, and then high-tailed here after work."

"Sounds good so far."

"I live a hour away from Tommy and I... well... I forgot his house
key."

"Why wasn't it on your key chain?"

"Don't blame me for stuff that's my fault!"

Trini felt that in many ways she's been a psychologist since she was
eight years old and Kim confessed to accidentally killing Billy's
bird and fostered an elaborate cover-up that involved Zack's
skateboard and Old Man Johnson's glaucoma. Ms. Hart was probably her
very first client. The more things change... "Continue."

"So instead of driving all the way back to my place, I decided that
I'd just, you know, uhm, break in."

"Kim, you didn't?" Trini laughed while reaching for another handful
of M&M's. Oh this was Classic-Kim.

"It was a spur of the moment thing," she defended herself. "And Sha
taught me how to pick a lock years ago. She's quite the skilled
criminal you know, for a Veterinarian, I mean."

Trini nodded. "Couldn't you have just called Hayley?"

"I flaked, alright. It just didn't come to mind. I had a blond
moment."

"Don't let Kat hear you say that."

"When Kat proves she's a real blond then she can file a complaint."

Trini couldn't help adding, "I bet Tommy knows for sure."

"... you are so disowned." Her co-best friends laughter wasn't
helping. "So I gently broke in, but my forgetful boyfriend forgot to
tell me he added a silent alarm system to his house. I triggered the
alarm and didn't even know it."

Trini thought this was priceless already. "I bet you'd look cute in
prison orange."

"Trini Mai Kwan, I swear..."

"Alright, alright. Go on."

The firemen were breaking out the last two windows in Tommy's kitchen
as the billowing smoke blew into the sky. Kim simply could not
believe this was happening. "So I set my laptop down in the living
room and set the groceries up in the kitchen. Everything for the
first forty minutes was going perfectly. I was kicking ass with the
cooking."

"What were you going to cook?"

"Asian grilled salmon, sautéed asparagus, snap peas, zucchini
vichyssoise, and pear clafouti for dessert."

Trini's face froze as she took in what she heard. "Kim, you can
barely bake a cake. What in the hell were you thinking?"

"I wanted to be a Food Network person! They make it look so easy,"
she whined into her cell phone. "I mean, if I can teach a thirteen
year old girl to somersault how hard could it be to make Asian
grilled salmon?"

"I see your point."

Kim paced once more, exasperated how the night has gone so far. "So I
set everything out like the directions said and began preparing
everything. Then I remembered I needed to send some emails to my
students parents. So I put the first two dishes on the stove and went
to get my laptop in the living room. Why oh why I didn't bring it
with me to the kitchen, I'll never know. Anyway, I opened my email
and then Rocky sent me a link to naked pictures of Brad Pitt. I knew
he shouldn't be the person to have them, but I looked anyway and got
Rick Roll'd at YouTube."

"Why would you think Rocky have naked pictures of Brad Pitt?"

"All I saw was naked Brad Pitt and I was there."

"Point taken."

"So I bitched Rocky out in a longer then needed email and then
smelled smoke. I raced to the kitchen and saw three tacky looking
curtains on fire. They were on the window by the stove. Two of my
dishes were burning and the fire spread so quickly I was shocked. So
I'm racing through Tommy's house looking for a fire extinguisher
while calling 911. By the time I realized he just didn't have one I
had to get out the house. And since Tommy practically lives in the
fucking woods it took fifteen minutes before the firemen arrived. At
that point Tommy's kitchen was pretty much gone."

"What about the rest of the house?"

Kim exhaled deeply, distancing herself from the fireman and
officers. "Everything was contained in the kitchen, but its a wreck."

"And you're sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Until I get arrested and Tommy finds out. God
almighty, I'm the worst girlfriend ever!" Kim cried out to the
heavens. "My drivers license should have a skull and crossbones on
it. It should be illegal for me to be in a relationship with a man. I
shouldn't be allowed to be straight. I bet I'd be a terrible lesbian
too. I swear I'd be the worst lesbian to had ever lesbianed. And I
don't even like girls that way... outside that one kiss in college
when I had to much to drink and she felt me up. That wasn't
altogether bad, but I digress."

Shutting down her HP-PC, Trini loaded her briefcase, ready to call it
a day. "Kim, bad stuff happens sometimes. At least you're alright, no
one was hurt, and Tommy's house can be repaired. He loves you and...
well... wow, Kim. Stuff like this only happens on sitcoms and Jim
Carrey movies. Real life people just don't burn down kitchens."

Tommy's antique kitchen table, what was left of it, was carried out
the house next as Kim watched in horror. "I'm a relationship- plague,
Trini. My face should be on the Mount Rushmore of Girls Who Can't
Have Healthy Relationships. I'll be right there alongside Brittany
Spears, Pamela Anderson, Liza Minelli, and Ms. Piggy. This sucks
donkey ass!" The sudden rumbling sound of tires on gravel caught
Kim's attention. She saw Tommy's Jeep pulling into his driveway, and
then him jumping out and rushing towards the cops while staring at
his house. He looked shocked and dismayed, quickly asking questions
while surveying the damage.

Kim gulped, nearly in tears. "Tommy's here. I gotta go and explain
this. If he dumps me..."

"He won't dump you, Kim. He just might want you to stay away from
kitchens for a while," Trini teased while locking her office door
behind her. "Take a deep breath, relax, and tell him what happened
like the calm, collected, mature grown woman that you are."

Kim nodded and hoped in the ethereal of their friendship Trini saw
her.

"I know you're nodding."

"I so don't disown you."

"Night, Pinky," Trini laughed.

"Night, T." Summoning up all her courage, as well as being mindful of
what Trini told her to do and who she was, Kim carefully walked over
to Tommy. Her hand lifted, brushing his shoulder. He spun around so
fast, hugging her tight.

"Thank God you're alright." Pulling back with her in his arms, Tommy
looked her over, checking for any injures. "What happened?"

Oh crap! At that moment the damn burst and Kim's emotions just took
flight, aiming for the stars. Tears fell as she began rambling
wildly. "I wanted to make you a home cooked meal because the Barefoot
Contessa on Food Network said I could and Trini told me it would be
romantic. But I left your house key at my place and didn't want to
deal with traffic and a two hour drive, so I broke into your home a
little and didn't know ADT had given you such a great deal on home
security..."

Tommy stared into her lovely brown eyes, and then took in his
smoldering house as the fire was almost out, and then found a couple
of the fireman snickering at his predicament.

"... I wanted to email Jenny and Pamela's parents even though I'm
pretty sure Pamela's dad is mildly retarded or at least stupid and I
sat down on your couch and got Rick Roll'd by Rocky because I love me
some naked Brad Pitt and then those awful looking curtains your mom
bought for your kitchen caught fire when dinner burned and..."

Head slightly tilted, Tommy again looked from his love to the hole
where the kitchen wall once was, then to the police officers talking
to the firemen, and then back to Kim.

"... I had a blond moment and didn't think to call Hayley so I called
911, but they took so long and you live closer to Winnie the Pooh
than civilization and all these firemen came that didn't look
anything like the ones in the calender Tanya bought me for Christmas
and they used hoses on our dinner and I called Trini , but she mostly
laughed at me and now dinner is ruined and I burned down a part of
your house and I know I'm the worst girlfriend ever in the history
of..."

Before Kim could utter another word she was soundly kissed, firm and
long, her body drug tight against Tommy's who found this was probably
the only way to shut her up. Truly, this was one of those insane
nights you talk about with friends over alcohol. Tommy was sure they
would someday. For now though, his girl's intentions were so sweet
and her night got ruined. So he held her close, brushed a last kiss
over her forehead, and then let her rest against his chest.

God... this quirky, amazing, unpredictable, slightly insane little
woman owned so much of his heart he didn't even have it anymore. In a
life already marked by the marvelous and strange, tonight was just
another night to him.

"So you're not going to break up with me?"

Tommy laughed, stroking her hair with a lovers touch. "Of course not
and you know that. It was an accident and things happen. That's
life." Her sniffles against his shirt turned into quiet laughter.
Misty brown eyes lifted, greeting him. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Kim smiled despite it all. "I just wanted to surprise you."

"Well you did," he laughed,tucking her head beneath his chin while
tracing his hand over her lower back. "How about we deal with the
police and then get out of here?"

"You can crash at my place." Turning in his arms, Kim watched as the
firemen drug a hanging burnt chunk of Tommy's roof off. "I watch HGTV
too."

"Don't even think about it," Tommy laughed as the police officers
approached.

******

******

The Cinemark Theater
Thursday, May 8, 2008 11:30 PM
Reefside, Ca

Yawning a bit due to the late hour, Kim slid her Visa credit card
under the cashier's exchange hub. "Two for The Forbidden Kingdom."

"This is the last showing, ma'am," the older female cashier
explained, while silently appraising the ticket buyer's rather large
beige purse. Young people's fashion taste these days... "You'll
probably have the theater all to yourselves."

"Cool. Thanks." As soon as Kim had their movie tickets in hand she
caught sight of the child-like glee written all over Tommy's face
reflected in the glass separating her and the cashier. The good Dr.
O, when faced with a martial arts movies fan's wet dream of Jackie
Chan and Jet Li in the same film, looked like a six year old on
Christmas morning. He was all but jumping up and down. Something warm
inside her enjoyed bringing about that expression. Especially since
she almost burned his house down tonight.

Taking him to a late movie, especially one he was dying to see, was a
nice way of saying "My bad."

Holding the theater entrance door for her, Tommy trailed closely
behind, feeling hungry and anxious. The last day of his boring
conference came with a very long plane ride and his house catching
fire. So he was looking forward to Jackie Chan and Jet Li taking his
mind away from it all for the next two hours. "I have been dying to
see this movie ever since it came out. I was going to go with Jason,
but we could never get our schedules to mesh. Then the prep for
teachers conference in New York just took forever." Taking her hand
to gently tug her closer, Tommy whispered before a kiss, "Thank you.
Its a good thing I have the best girlfriend in the world to take me
to the movies."

She accepted his compliment in stride. "I'm the best girlfriend in
the world even though I almost burned down your house?"

Her soft brown eyes questioned his own. "It just goes to show how hot
you are?"

Kim snorted, rolling her eyes. "You will not be writing for Hallmark
anytime soon, honey."

Being her honey again was something Tommy was enjoying a great deal,
no matter the events of tonight. Approaching the concessions stand,
he admired how gorgeous Kim looked in her casual attire of blue jeans
and a pink blouse. After dropping off his bags at her place they were
seeking for comfort over fashion. Still, Kim in tight jeans was a
sweet sight to behold. "Thanks for putting me up at your place."

"And just where else would you go?" she smiled while playfully
punching his belly with a one-two combo. "It's a win-win situation
for me. I get a personal Man-Slave. Now I have someone to kill ants,
reach high places, take out the trash, pump my gas, move furniture,
carry groceries, and give me lots of orgasms." Cheesing, she watched
his eyes bug out a bit when the hairy guy behind the counter heard
her and snickered. A bit bashful, Tommy ordered them two Cokes and a
large buttered popcorn. Both were starving for dinner, but that was
already taken care of courtesy of her vaunted 'movie purse'. "Come
slave. Our movie awaits."

Kim was soon chasing after him towards theater six while picking
popcorn out of her hair. He had good popcorn aim for a guy.

Cursing her short legs as he took two steps at a time of the stairs,
she found him sitting almost in the back row, center of the aisle,
grinning at her. "You want an ass-kicking, don't you?"

"No, I want dinner. And since the Reefside Fire Department had to put
the one you tried to cook out, I'd like it if you sat down and opened
your purse." She glared from the end of the aisle with her arms
crossed, her face set in a 'screw-you' expression. He couldn't help
the irony over how sexy she looked when she was pissed at him. Her
silence gave him the brilliant idea to go old-school on
her. "Beautiful.. ."

"Oh don't you even start that beautiful crap," Kim laughed while
pointing his way. His hands raised in self-defense. "My almost
burning down your house was a accident."

She was being difficult and cute again, standing there with her arms
cross her chest. Tommy could only admire her. His eyes caressed her
body. "Kim. Dinner. Now."

Exasperated, but hungry as well, she strolled down the aisle towards
the dark blue 'Stratus Armless Theater Seating,' which for the most
part resembled a small love seat for couples. When she reached him
she unceremoniously dumped her 'movie purse' in his lap. "There's
your dinner."

It appeared that despite the sincere promise that he wasn't angry at
her over tonights fire, it was still a bit of a sore spot for her.
She was taking it seriously in a way he hadn't anticipated. For him,
the fire was just a bad accident that thankfully no one was hurt
in. "Sweetheart, " Tommy began by taking her hand as the theater
darkened for the movie to begin. "What's wrong?"

Kim followed every nuance of his expression, although she never
doubted his feelings for her. Still, a woman's need for reassurance
was endless. "I'm sorry. I'm just being... I don't know. I just can't
believe it happened."

Pulling her down by the hand to his side him, Tommy affectionately
draped his arm around her, drawing her closer. "Things happen, you
know that. But don't you dare let the fire ruin us spending time
together. There's nothing for you to be sorry about. You had an
accident and no one was hurt, thank God." She turned her head over
his shoulder and sighed. "I wanted to remodel my kitchen anyway."

That made her smile. Even laugh a little. He was so wonderful and
patient with her. And on his less-than-perfect days she treated him
the same way. Barely together a full month and she already couldn't
imagine her life without him. That was fucking terrifying and pretty
amazing at the same time. "Those bright red curtains your mom bought
for your kitchen window were awful."

Tommy brushed a tender kiss over her temple, resting his face
there. "I'll let you pick them out next time."

"Oh, so we're going shopping?"

"I knew that would perk you up."

That brought out the evil eye of Kim. "Jerk."

Cupping her face with a warm hand, Tommy slow-kissed her during the
opening credits. "Better?"

"Yeah, but things like tonight keep happening to me." She thought
maybe he needed to be reminded what he was getting himself
into. "Once during college I went on a road trip with my then
boyfriend Chad and I accidentally drove his car off the road into a
ditch and disturbed a squirrel nest. When we got out of the car
several squirrels attacked us."

Kim was known to just say whatever came to mind out of the blue. Her
remarkably original charm left him enchanted. "I still love you."

"I accidentally dropped a bolling ball on another boyfriend's foot
and broke it when I saw his dog run out of our bedroom with one of my
blouses in its mouth."

Considering for a amusing moment, Tommy shrugged. "Still love you."

"Once after a fight with another of my ex-boyfriends I was pulling
fast out of his driveway and accidentally hit his mom who was in a
wheelchair. She survived unfortunately. Mean bitch that she was."

Tommy just kinda stared at her. "I'm still feeling love for you...
mostly"

Leaning into him, Kim whispered with a grin, "I see dead people."
Laughter erupted out of Tommy.

"Oh shut up and give me dinner. Jesus, Kim."

Reaching inside her oversized 'movie purse,' coined that due to the
ridiculous prices of movie theater food, she was able to smuggle in
Wendy's cheeseburgers or any other fast food they desired. Four
cheeseburgers and two medium orders of fries in all made up dinner
for two. "There. Dinner is served. Dig in."

They dug in through several previews, noting a movie or two they each
wanted to see in the near future. Tommy was all over the new Marvel
superhero film Iron Man, while Kim wanted to see the new Kate Hudson
romantic comedy. Both thought the new Ben Stiller comedy looked
hilarious. Dinner was comfortable, good, and light. They were just
two people in love at the movies in a empty theater. Such common,
everyday living was heaven on earth for them.

Kim munched a fry. "So how was the conference?"

Tommy finished off his fries and then wiped his hands with a
napkin. "Boring for the most part, but I saw some old friends from
college and caught up with them in Manhattan. Had drinks and all
that. It was cool, but I missed home," he noted especially at end
while gazing into her eyes.

"I missed you too," she confessed as well, mindful of his hidden
meaning. They settled in as the movie shifted from a present day
Boston locale to China's past. It wasn't long after that before
Tommy's euphoria upon Jackie Chan's first screen appearance took
flight.

Kim enjoyed the film moreso through her boyfriend's enthusiasm than
because it was a remarkable work of cinematic art. It wasn't bad,
just not a typical girly type movie. It seemed every three minutes
someone was kicking someone. For Tommy however, it was a visual
orgasm of martial arts moves, counters, and beat downs. Kim ate her
popcorn, listened when Tommy broke down fighting styles he recognized
while pointing out the wirework she obviously recognized as
impossible to do by a normal human.

Unless off course if you had a Morphing coin or Dino Gem...

When the big moment finally arrived dinner and snacks were completely
forgotten. Jackie Chan and Jet Li finally squared off midway through
the film. To say Tommy was impressed would be to the understatement
of the year as he was so jazzed he actually stood at one point,
forcing Kim to accept that she was head over heels+ in love with a
big kid who masqueraded during the day as a high school teacher.
Still, the choreography was so incredibly entertaining to watch and
she found herself enjoying the anticipated fight almost as much as
him.

Kim gently nudged his leg. "Breathing is required to live. I'd
suggest you start doing that again."

Though slightly embarrassed, Tommy sank down in beside her again,
exhaling after one hell of a onscreen fight. His heart was still
racing. "Kim, you just don't know how many years people like me have
waited to see Jackie Chan and Jet Li in the same movie. Its a martial
arts fans dream come true. You don't know how many times I hit myself
in the head with a pair of homemade nunchucks after breaking my moms
old broom in half. All because of these guys. You can't understand
what I just saw."

"Only a man could be inspired by another man to break a broom in
half, craft a homemade weapon, and then hit himself and his friends
in the head with it."

"Kim, say hi to the Y-chromosome. "

She could only shake her head, so happy to be in his company
again. "Well, I'm just happy the big Jackie and Jet fight scene lived
up to what you wanted it to be."

"It was so good it almost gave me an erection."

"So two men almost gave you an erection?"

"Ye... okay, now you're making fun of me." She laughed in his face
and then kissed his cheek.

"My sweetheart is just a big kid who likes to see grown men fight
with sticks and bows."

Tommy countered, "My sweetheart is a arsonist."

"That's it. You're sleeping on the couch tonight." When he began
smooching her cheek over and over until she was laughing
uncontrollably, her face shifted just a wee bit, and then there lips
met. Fun evolved into
a merging of lips and tongue, intensifying so quickly when Kim slid
sideways over his lap. Her arms rounded his neck, drawing him closer
as the kiss deepened. That was when a pleasant buzzing ran along her
backside. Her lips puckered over his. "Is that your cell phone or are
you just happy to see me?"

"That's my cell, sorry." When she moved off of him, he
added, "That''s not to say you didn't elicit a reaction."

Kim could see that, admiring her handy work. And damn if he wasn't an
impressive "man" in that regard. "Answer your call."

If only she could have gotten a look at ten minutes into the future,
hindsight and all that. It was Jason on the phone, calling to see if
Kim was alright. She had left her cell in her car and he had already
tried her apartment. Tommy enjoyed detailing the amusing events of
tonight, much to Kim's chagrin.

"Yeah, Jase. The firemen had to gut my whole kitchen. After the fire
was out they came in with axes... I know, I know. I thought things
like that only happened in TV shows and movies too... Kim's fine. She
took me to the movies. Bro, I just watched Jacki Chan and Jet Li
fight... Better than sex, man. I swear."

At the moment Kim wanted to shove Tommy's cell phone either down his
throat or where the sun don't shine. He alternated between laughing
at her attempt to cook dinner and swearing his loyalty to Hong Kong
action stars while chatting with his best friend and equally big kid.

"No, I don't have any pictures of the damage... Wow, Trini called
everyone?"

"She's such a traitor," Kim snarled under her breath, mentally
writing off Trini Mai Kwan from her 'good gift' Christmas list. She
was getting a big, ugly looking fruit cake and nothing more.

"No way am I telling her Rocky said that. What does he have, a death
wish?"

Kim groaned as it seemed her oldest and closest friends were all
having a ball at her expense. Then again, if she's humble and honest,
tonight was pretty funny. No one was hurt, so she could take a step
back and accept her actions for what they were. She tried to prepare
a home cooked meal well out of her culinary skills and a mishap
turned into a kitchen fire. Such was her life, insane happenings and
weird occurrences.

After all, wasn't she the girl who at the tender age of fifteen found
herself working for a cloud of smoke in a big glass jar and a
obviously gay robot while wearing pink spandex and a helmet that
provided no peripheral vision? Yup, check. Didn't she battle
retarded, gibberish-speaking Putties who routinely attacked after
school around 4:30 PM each weekday afternoon. Yup, check also.

Smiling to herself, Kim figured that in some odd way tonight was
probably inevitable.

That's when Evil-Kim inspiration struck. Casting a casual gaze around
them, the theater was still empty and she was feeling a wee bit
wicked. So what if she burned down a kitchen. She could start another
fire of a different kind right here and get Tommy's full attention
focused back on her.

Calmly, as if she were acting unconsciously, Kim's right hand trailed
fingers over Tommy's thigh until landing over his cock. She slowly
grazed her hand back and forth until that first jump... and then his
response was near instant, growing beneath her lover's touch.

Tommy's breath hitched as he stuttered mid-speech, shooting a curious
glare Kim's way. Her simmering smirk offered no more a response,
although her fingers began to curl gently over his erection through
his jeans. The prideful man in him wanted to continue talking as if
nothing were happening, proving his superior point that he had self-
control and could beat her at any game. That lasted all of seventeen
seconds as a mans penis simply will not think of anything else but
what is making it grow. Such was a man's cross to bear in life.

"No, Jase. I'm good. It's just... uhm... I forgot what I was going to
say... Yeah, senile at my age... What did you say?... My bad, I
thought you said something."

Seeking to save her boyfriend from appearing on the verge of
Alzheimer's, Kim snatched the phone from his grasp. "Jason, unless
you want to hear Tommy make sounds you've never heard before I
suggest you end this call."

"... You didn't have to go there, Kim."

"Goodnight, bro." Jason's laughter came before she pressed end.
Shifting a bit more comfortably, she continued manipulating the hard
flesh beneath her fingertips. "Now where was I?"

Bold and uninhibited, Tommy found her so exciting. "You're a bad
girl."

"I'm your girl."

Her words dared him to act, hotly kissing her pursed lips. Skilled
fingers undid his belt, snapped a button, and gently tugged the teeth
of his zipper down his jeans. His tongue glided along her mouth
before surging inside, inhaling the very air from her lungs. God, she
tasted so good.

It took a bit of effort, but eventually Kim was able to pull his
aching shaft through the front of his boxers and out in the open. She
fisted the length, slow-stroking him until he groaned over her lips.
The needy expression on his face left a scalding impression. "Your
cock is so hard."

"Kim, we are in a theater that any usher or janitor could walk in at
any time."

His shaky voice was hardly convincing. She could tell the last thing
he wanted her to do was stop. "The danger of possibly getting caught
is part of the fun."

Before he could utter another word a warm, soft mouth sealed over the
head of his cock, drawing down the length, and then slowly all the
way back to the tip where she finished with a brushing kiss of her
lips. Anything resembling coherent thought and reason fled Tommy's
mind like a bat out of hell.

"Consider this a special, private apology for tonight."

The sensual edge of eagerness to her voice matched the delirious
pleasure of her dripping wet tongue curling round and round the tip
before engulfing him again. His eyes shut tight as he pulsed with her
every
descent. Chills of pleasure coursed through him, his body shaking in
reaction as she pumped him with her hand while sucking deeply.

With the heady taste of him filling her senses, Kim thrilled to the
clenching spasms racing through his thighs. She was truly making him
lose his mind, so she took her time, gilding her tongue along the
twitching length of his beautiful cock before suckling hard on the
tip, then repeated. Her name suddenly became his mantra.

The steady rhythm she maintained while bobbing over his lap radiated
pleasure thought his entire body. Her skills left him moaning
helplessly at her tender mercy. The seductive way her tongue
slithered all over him... the loving sounds she made... greedily
drawing harder and faster, ushering in oblivion left him wincing and
sighing at the same time.

She was a fucking Goddess who deserved worship and daily sacrifices
he intended to provide.

His frantic warning that he was close was sincerely appreciated, but
Kim never left a 'job' unfinished, pun intended. Her fist gripped the
base of his shaft and began twisting while she sucked aggressively
until his cock leapt inside her mouth, erupting in warm spurts she
drank hungrily, willing every ounce of the cum from. She knew she had
mad skills, and they were for the man she loved only. She wasn't
bashful or a prude when it came to sex, and was thankful Tommy wasn't
either.

Sliding her lips slowly up his shaft one last time, she nibbled the
tip, and then found his expression of awe so purely satisfying.
Swallowing wasn't something women thought was the best thing in the
world, but it often garnered a reaction that was almost worth the
effort. "So am I forgiven?"

"I don't know who I am, where I live, or what happened," Tommy
gasped. "I only know that I love you more than anything in the world,
you are the best woman ever, and can I build a statue in your honor?"

"I'll take that as a yes." Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, Kim
sank in next to him and draped his arm over her shoulder, her hand
holding his over her chest. "The last fight scene's about to start,
honey. You might want to watch this."

Tommy was still a bit out of it, grinning wildly. "What movie are we
watching again?"

"Yeah, I'm that damn good."

Tommy hugged her tight, adoring her with all his heart. Truly, she
was remarkable and one of a kind. "I'm so lucky to have you, Kim."

That statement was priceless to her. "The feeling's mutual."

******

Three Weeks Later

******

The Majestic Theater
Luxury Sky Booth 447#
Saturday, May 31 8:30 PM 2008
Reefside, California

A favor for a favor, Anton had promised once upon a time while
shaking Tommy's hand at a dinner party a couple of months ago.

Smiling to himself while pouring Kim a wine glass of Korbel
Chardonnay champagne at the mini-bar, Tommy remembered those words
from his good friend after Anton announced his recent engagement to a
girl the former White Ranger introduced him to a year prior. Tonight
the favor was collected on, a luxury sky-booth at the newly-built
Majestic Theater for the Phantom of the Opera's opening night
performance. Securing something like this was a bit out of a high
school teacher's price range, but having a wealthy friend never hurt.

Having an amazingly captivating woman to love was the only thing
better.

While pouring his own wine glass, Tommy admired his love peaking out
the side of their private curtain, just another perk of the sky-
booth. If her slinky, little black dress wasn't enough to make his
blood boil, her genuine enthusiasm over finally getting to see the
one show she's always wanted too swelled something prideful within
him. She's been quiet these last few days. Careful with her words,
and on occasion, somber. With his kitchen repairs and remodeling
done, he moved back in earlier today with her help. Just after he was
settled he sprung a big surprise on her. As a reward for putting up
with him the last three weeks, he was going to take her to see the
Phantom of the Opera, enjoy it in a luxury sky-booth, and buy her a
new dress and shoes just because.

To add the cherry on top, he brought flowers when he picked her up
for the show. A two dozen pink roses for the former Pink Ranger. They
were her favorites.

Before bringing her a drink as the show was twenty minutes from
starting, Tommy thoughtfully considered what he's learned about her
over the last three weeks. It was an absolute certainty that a man
could never truly know a woman until he lived with her for a time.
Although the dynamic puzzle that was Kimberly Ann Hart wasn't solved
by any means, he felt he knew her even better than ever before.

It turned out Kim was a weekend cleaner, and had no time or patience
for housework during the week after she got home from work. In her
own words, as long as bugs and insects weren't crawling around, the
apartment was ready for the Queen of England to visit. She was
charming that way, and told him if he wanted a cleaner place to sleep
she wouldn't object to him hiring her a maid. Such was Kim-Logic.

As throwback to one of her first loves, she still played the guitar
in her spare time. Tommy listened to her perform and thought she was
so talented at it. She even showed him her hidden song book from
under
her bed. Around sixty songs all written by her, awaiting the day she
got past her fear and gave music a serious shot. That she even wanted
to was a surprise to him, but then she was never an easy person
to read. There was always more to discover about her, and he wanted
to know it all.

She wasn't a neat freak, thank goodness for him, as the bachelor life
had left him a bit of a slob. She talked to her mom and dad at least
twice a week, always back-to-back to get them out of the way as they
loved prying into her personal life.

That's parents for you.

Tommy could tell Kim truly cared for her students, often talking to
them and their parents long after practice over things outside the
world of gymnastics. Having completely shed her former valley-girl
persona, she enjoyed horror movies as equally as she did romantic
comedies. She wasn't obsessed with healthy eating because she worked
out, so chocolate cake, ice cream, and frozen pizza topped with
everything under the sun lived in her refrigerator.

She had her own unique style, sometimes needing her space and private
time behind a closed door, while other times wanting to be right by
his side. She was a night owl, and if she fell in love with a book
she could stay up for hours. And it was funny for him to think this,
but he found her so much smarter than he ever thought she'd be. Her
quick wit kept him smiling, while in bed she left him breathless with
her "sexual acrobatics," as she put it.

In other words, she was spectacular. And he was so in love.

Brushing the lovely gold and maroon curtain back in place, Kim found
Tommy's loving appraisal. "What is it?"

"You make me so happy. Do you know that?"

For a moment she was tongue tied, blinking. When most guys would
regale over how a girl looked in hopes of making her feel special,
Tommy discovered the secret phrase that melted all girl's hearts. She
blushed. "Okay, I may have to marry you now."

Carrying both chilled wine glasses, Tommy walked over to her. "Just
don't divorce me with a letter."

"Still bitter about that, huh?" She'd throw something at him if he
didn't look so damn good in that black suit and tie. And he's gone
out of his way to get this gorgeous luxury sky-booth for the show
she's always wanted to see. And he brought flowers to her front door.
She's never been treated sweeter, yet another reason she's a wee bit
over the moon for this boy. "No more letters, I promise," she
chuckled softly, accepting the glass of champagne he extended.

Tommy pressed the button for the long curtain to pull back, revealing
the magnificence of the newly-built Majestic Theater. A 1500 seat
theater built to impress and draw premier shows to Reefside's growing
economy and social prowess. The old Hollywood style and decor rivaled
Broadway itself. The mahogany-inspired luxury sky-booth's offered
privacy, comfort, mood lighting, a very nice dinner menu, and the
best seats in the house. And while a night on the town wearing a suit
and tie wasn't his usual thing, he felt this place deserved only the
best.

Nestling warm against his side on the plush, velvet sofa overlooking
the center stage, Kim inhaled the scent of his cologne from the side
of his neck. "You moved out today."

That was the opening he'd been looking for. After a drink, he
asked, "Are you gonna miss me?"

She sighed into the cozy warmth of him. "I've been missing you all
week."

Mentally beating himself up a little, Tommy figured he should have
known what was bothering her all along. It only underscored how
quickly things became serious for them. It wasn't that they weren't
committed to each other, but two months of dating wasn't expected to
bring about this sort of connection so soon. Nonetheless, each early
morning when he woke up and then curled around her, he couldn't
imagine a more worthwhile life. "So you're going to miss me eating
all your Cocoa Pebbles cereal?"

"No, I'm going to miss being able to kiss you anytime I want."
Dammit, that wasn't what she wanted to say. Something sarcastic and
sexy was her goal, not the truth. Alas, her feelings were far closer
to the surface tonight than she realized. Having lived alone for the
past four years, it was astonishing to her how quickly she not only
took to, but fell in love with having Tommy around all the time. "I'm
having a girly day. Sorry."

"Would someone with a penis understand?"

Kim smiled brightly. "I'm afraid not."

"Try me. I'm a great listener."

Great everything in her estimation, but he didn't need that ego of
his built any higher. As the rows and rows of the theater began
filling with eager fans, she fought to put her thoughts into words
he'd understand. "I've been lonely for a long time now," she began
with a slow nod, careful not to look into his eyes. He possessed that
God-appreciated ability to not interrupt when she was talking, a
skill she was beginning to worry no men left on earth had. "It wasn't
until you moved into my place that it became so clear. I had built
this little world of me, myself and I. And I was cool with it, but
then all of a sudden there's a man snoring in my bed at 3:00 AM."

Undeterred by her snoring crack, Tommy listened as the massive crowds
filed into the theater.

"And all of a sudden I realized I could just wake you up and get
laid."

Suddenly, he couldn't help the laughter that erupted out of him.

"So I started thinking about how much I was missing out on, liking
how you get off work before me and when I get home you're already
there. And you always ask me how my day was and then either cook
dinner or have it ordered already. See, having someone to come home
to is so foreign to me, you just don't know. And I had no clue how
much I liked how that felt until I had it. I mean, its not like
you're perfect or anything," she just had to add. "I just don't
understand how you and Jason will get on that Halo game and play
until midnight. It drives me crazy. Two grown, college educated men
acting like ten year olds killing other people all around the world
online. But no matter how annoyed I get at you, when you were done
with the game we watch TV in bed, and its just the best time. Talking
at the end of our day about it like normal people do. That felt
wonderful. It was my favorite time of day, at the end of it with
you."

"Going to bed with you every night and waking up next to you every
morning was wonderful."

Kim quickly pointed out, "You don't wash all the dishes in the sink.
You wash most of them and then leave the rest. That just drives me
batty."

That was kinda out of left field. "I never said I was perfect."

"I caught you using my toothbrush twice."

"I accidentally dropped mine in the toilet and had to brush my teeth
before work. You can't blame a guy for improvising. "

"You actually watch Felicity reruns." Kim shuddered.

Tommy shrugged. "I used to have a crush on the main character's first
best friend. The one that left after a couple of seasons. And I don't
really know why."

Snickering, Kim toasted her wine glass with his. "Despite your many
glaring shortcomings, " she winked, "I loved living with you and I'm
going to miss it, that's all."

His eyes followed the gentle curve of her lip when she sampled the
champagne. Exhaling a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his
regarded her with the deepest affection. Living with her opened his
eyes to a great number of things as well. "I'm not going anywhere,
Kim."

She paused... lost in her innermost thoughts for a moment... and then
confessed in a mysterious tone, "I know. And that's what scares me."

Before Tommy could reply the lights went down as haunting music began
to filter throughout the theater's amazing speaker system. The sky-
booth's incredible panoramic view of the stage could not have
possibly created a more enjoyable experience as they settled in,
leaving their interesting conversation behind... for now.

When the the prologue, and then Act 1 took center stage the full
orchestra's music had as much a powerful impact as the actors
marvelous performances. Despite being throughly unfamiliar with the
story before hand, Tommy quickly picked up the plot, with Kim's
assistance. Set in 1911 at the start, an auction of the Paris Opera
House led an elderly gentleman to purchase a poster and a music box.
He then explained to the auctioneer how both were connected to the
legend of the Phantom of the Opera, and thus the tale truly began
with a flashback.

Emotionally beautiful music, thrilling pyrotechnics, and a
classically mysterious fable drew the audience in like a moth to a
flame. The dark, tragic tale of Christina, Raoul, and the Phantom
began with an attempted murder, and progressed to the most basic of
human emotions. Jealousy, betrayal, and love weaved as one,
captivating the crowd with a magnificently detailed center stage and
incredible performances.

Despite this not being his usual cup of tea, Tommy found himself
enthralled by the show and Kim's glowing reaction. She absolutely
loved it from the start, constantly whispering details he might of
missed, or explaining certain things that would play out later in the
story. Having been a huge fan of watching the stage show on
television and the recent theatrical film, being able to witness it
performed live was a wish come true. The glamor and excess was so
richly impressive you couldn't help but to be drawn in.

As Act one ended, Tommy retrieved their champagne bottle and refilled
both their wine glasses. Kim excused herself to the ladies room,
returning a few moments later. Sans his suit jacket, her boyfriend
had also kicked off his shoes to get more comfortable. He was such a
guy at times. Thankfully, they had privacy. And since he was
relaxing, she kicked off her heels over by his shoes. Smiling, her
feet thanked her.

Tommy handed Kim her wine glass, toasted again, and then settled in
on the sofa next to her. "How's my girl?"

A possessive thing to say for sure, but so the truth it. "Wonderful,"
she nipped over his bottom lip, "Amazing," she gently bit over his
top lip, "Incredible, " her mouth firmly covered his in a long kiss,
their lips slowly snaking back and forth in a heated rhythm. "Your
girl is very pleased. I'd give you a gold star if there were a
boyfriend report card."

"That's what I like to hear."

"So, is 'my guy' enjoying the show?"

Tommy acknowledged that he was. "It has a dark flair to it. It's
interesting. And any show where a guy is wearing a cape is a winner
in my book. The mask is another plus."

The super-fan of most Marvel films never ceased to amaze her. "Since
we have some time to kill, wanna play a game?" When his mouth
descended towards the nape of her neck she politely shooed
him away. "Stop that, Mr. Gutter Mind. At least for now."

Tommy lifted his hand defensively. "Okay, alright. What's the game?"

"It's not really a game as much as asking questions with absolutely
nothing off the table."

"Don't we know each other pretty well already?"

Kim arched a a brow in defiance. "We've been dating for all of two
months. It wouldn't be wise to assume you know all my secrets just
yet."

There was no arguing that point. And she certainly didn't know all of
his either. "What kind of questions do we ask?"

"Anything. Serious, silly, funny, sexual... anything."

This had the makings of a very intriguing conversation. Tommy
offered, "You go first."

Kim downed half her wine glass, enjoying the pleasant buzz and that
they could both indulge as Anton arranged for a limo ride home. "Tell
me something you've never told me before that I would be shocked to
know?"

Setting his wine glass aside, Tommy's arms crossed his chest, head
bowed before lifting his gaze to hers. A mischievous smile came over
him as he revealed. "Aisha and I kissed once."

"Bullshit," flew out of Kim's mouth amidst a chuckle, only to find
Tommy's expression carefully calm. "No way. She would of told me."

"It was three years ago at Billy's Ranger reunion in New York. The
one you weren't able to attend." Her keen interest was vastly
enjoyable. "Sha and I ended up talking on the terrace after midnight.
Neither of us could sleep. She was still dealing with her breakup
with Dean and I was dealing with recent Kat's engagement. Everyone
knows I adore Kat, but its weird sometimes when people that you've
seriously dated move on and you feel left behind, even when you don't
want to be with them anymore." Kim settled in, listening closely. "I
was railing on relationships and Sha was too. I think we were both
ranting for like two hours, and then at some point we hugged for the
affection of it. Something clicked and then kissed. I think we both
just wanted someone for the night... Maybe hoping for a spark enough
to... it just wasn't there and we laughed about it afterwards. But it
did happen. No jokes."

Try as she did, Kim just couldn't imagine it in her mind. But she
could tell Tommy wasn't lying. "Why did she never tell me?"

"Because it was a one-time thing that didn't mean anything. The
sharing and the conversation was the important part. The kiss was
just trying to connect to another person. But that's just not who we
are to each other. And I knew Rocky still had strong feelings for her
too."

"If something had sparked would you have..."

"... maybe. Probably not," Tommy reconsidered with a shrug.

Her possessive side wanted to... but then again, such was life, where
two people almost crossed a line. Kim drank more champagne as she
came to grips with this new information. "I'm gonna tease the hell
out of Sha over this."

"Go for it."

"You're up."

"Okay, same question to you. Tell me something you've never told me
before that I'd be shocked to know?"

Kim's answer came to her instantly, and regretfully. "I dated a guy
who did drugs once."

That certainly perked Tommy's interest. He never expected that from
her. "Do tell."

It was take a deep breath time. Kim dove right in. "His name was Cale
and we met at a frat party in my junior year of college. He played
college at Florida State and was hot and so outgoing. And he had a
killer
smile. We clicked from the start, although now I can't even remember
why. But I had heard that he and his friends smoke weed sometimes. In
college it seemed like everyone but me and like five other people
didn't. Plus, he never tried to get me to do it and was always giving
me all his attention wherever we were. We dated and all that..." Her
adult allusion was understood as Tommy's jaw tightened. "Two weeks
after being together I caught him doing a line of cocaine. That was
it for me right there. It wasn't that I was downplaying the weed, but
college life is so full of that its crazy. Cocaine though, I have
zero tolerance for. He tried to say it was a casual thing he did only
a few times a year, but that's a lifestyle I wanted no part of. It
was amazing to me after I broke up with him that I ever hooked up
with him in the first place. I've never tried anything and the vast
majority of my friends, to my knowledge, haven't either. I think it
must have been some sort of phase I was going through. Maybe I was
looking for a bad boy."

"At least you got out before getting in too deep."

"It was a learning experience," Kim offered in hindsight. "Okay, next
question. Did anything ever happen between you and Haley?"

"I'm a little surprised its taken you this long to ask."

"You two met in college and you're so close. She knows all your
secrets and has a key to your house. And she's certainly not the
horse-faced girl from Mexico," Kim joked, and then continued. "So?
You ever?"

"Yes, once." Tommy watched Kim finish her wine glass, and upon
offering a refill, she declined. "We dated for, maybe, two weeks. I
don't know how it started, really. We were both stressed out and
mentally exhausted. One night over the books she kissed me and I
kissed her back. She's a great kisser, but romance just wasn't in the
cards for us, at least for me. I do believe back then her feelings
ran deeper than she let on, but she was the one that ended things
when she realized my heart just wasn't in it. Haley and I are meant
to be great friends and that's it."

Gritting her teeth, Kim bit the bullet. "Did you sleep with her?"

Shutting his eyes and smiling wide, he gave Kim the impression he was
reliving an incredible memory. So much so that she swatted the back
of his head as a preview to the ass-kicking he had coming just around
the corner. "We came close once, but no. And we're both thankful for
that."

Kim was as well, although she held her peace. It wasn't that she was
terribly jealous, only that seeing Haley as often as she does and
knowing she slept with Tommy would make her feel strange for some
reason. Again, Kim-logic. "Your turn."

"Besides me, have any of the Ranger guys ever asked you out?"

Beaming a partially embarrassed expression, Kim crossed her legs, and
then smoothed down her dress. "Adam."

"You're kidding me?" Tommy shifted ever so closer, sneaking in a
quick kiss. "I would have never guessed."

"It was about two years ago when some of the gang came to visit me in
Florida. He found me playing the guitar on the beach and we talked
and gossiped and all that. It dawned on me that was probably the only
one-on-one conversation I'd ever had with him. It was alot of fun and
he's the sweetest guy. Such a gentleman and handsome as well. I
recognized a bit of your loner-side in him that was interesting, but
I just didn't feel that spark, you know. Anyway, while we were on the
beach I caught him looking at me a few times and I knew what that
meant. He waited and waited before finally asking me out and I really
did consider it. I mean he has a great body."

Tommy squinted. "I may not have needed to hear that."

"You'll live," she teased. "Adam is going to make some girl a great
husband some day. He's one of the good guys, just not my guy."

"That's cool. I never wanted to date him either."

"And if you had I'd have to rethink this relationship. " When his hand
came to rest over her thigh warmth flowed throughout her body.
Suddenly, she wanted another glass of wine. Her wish was his command
as they toasted again. "Tell me about another woman you fell in love
with other than me and Katherine?"

"Wow..." was all he declared at first, as if the memory were
particularly powerful. "Her name was Cassandra. I met her just after
college and we dated for about eight months. It was my longest
relationship after Kat, and I sincerely fell in love. We had
something really special."

The way he glanced away from her, Kim could tell Cassandra left a
mark. "Tell me more?"

"Cass was preparing to go to law school when we met. She was a
redhead, the first I ever dated. She was a only child like me, and
did fine without crowds around her. She had green eyes and was a
black belt in Karate. We had alot in common." Suddenly he was taken
back to the past as a wistful sense came over him. "She found out she
was pregnant after we'd been together for six months."

Swallowing hard, Tommy craned his neck about, massaging the back of
it. "I was terrified out of my mind for two weeks, and then I had a
long talk with my dad and sucked it up. I was in love, after all. And
I had graduated college. I love kids and I know my parents wanted
grandkids. So my terror soon turned into looking forward to being a
dad. It was like overnight I wanted that child more than anything in
the world. Only Jason knew and he was sworn to secrecy until I was
ready to tell the rest of you. But... Cass lost the baby three weeks
later. Just one of these things, you know. It wasn't meant to be."
Kim nodded while caressing
his hand. "Anyway, from that moment on our relationship began
deteriorating and then she was accepted to a premier law school in
Washington. I think for her, a fresh start was the key to helping her
put what happened behind her, because she was devastated. At the end
all we had left was a dear friendship."

Kim's heart went out to him and Cassandra. "Do you ever hear from
her?"

"We still exchange Christmas cards. She got married last spring. I
sent her a toaster as a wedding gift and she sent me a thank you
letter that said 'Cheap Bastard' and had a smiley face on it," he
fondly
remembered. "But I never loved her as much as I love you now."

She gave him a smile that lit up the world. "Good."

"Good?" Tommy's hand flew to his chest, just over his heart. "I sweep
you off your feet with a killer line like that and all I get is good?"

"What, were you expecting a toaster?"

"Cheap bastard." Before that smart mouth fired off a sarcastic reply
he otherwise occupied her lips, parting them with his tongue as the
lights lowered, signaling Act 2's start. They missed the first few
minutes, wrapped in each others arms kissing passionately.

The Phantom of the Opera may have began at Her Majesty's Theater in
London some twenty-two years ago, but it continued its legendary run
in Reefside tonight. A grand masquerade ball opened Act 2 as the
Phantom's ultimate plan began to take shape. Tommy and Kim were
riveted by the performances and overall mood of the play.

Midway through the second act as Christine visited the grave of her
father, only to find the Phantom awaiting her arrival, Kim found
herself feeling so at ease. Nestled comfortably against her
boyfriend, she knew that her emotional guard was down and felt such
freedom because of it. Her voice came as a low hum, with her hand
resting over his thigh. "Thank you so much for tonight."

Tommy regarded her warmly. "Romancing you is my job, after all."

"Keep up the good work," she whispered, smiling.

"You should get used to this," Tommy noted, introducing what he hoped
was a gateway into their previously cut short conversation. "Like I
said, I'm not going anywhere."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Sighing into his one-armed embrace, Kim allowed herself to feel good
about where they are and where they're going. He wasn't just a lover
for the time being, nor was she with him because she was lonely. No,
he meant far more to her than that. This was serious between them,
growing stronger by the day. And instead of being afraid of the
intimacy, or afraid to trust in what her heart was telling her, she
gained victory in simply living. No more and no less.

Simply put, she had never felt so alive.

******

******

The home of Tommy Oliver
1992 Valencia Drive
Saturday, May 31 11:30 PM 2008
Reefside, California

"I didn't pack a overnight bag," Kim yawned softly through the hand
briefly covering her mouth, standing just over Tommy's shoulder while
he deactivated his home alarm system. She flipped the wall light
switch behind her, a bit amused as her boyfriend swore under his
breath over struggling to remember his new code. Hearing him mumble a
series of numbers to himself she knew weren't the correct set brought
a beaming smirk to her face. "I thought the limo was dropping me off
at home?"

"You are home," was his affectionate reply.

"That's sweet, but I meant my apartment." Following his numerous
unsuccessful attempts thus far, Kim observed behind a modest veil of
ignorance how he just couldn't get that red light to turn green,
signaling the system was ready. Nonetheless, she waited patiently for
him to do the inevitable. Alas, the male was a stubborn beast indeed.

Scratching his head as annoyance was setting in big time, Tommy
muttered, "Dammit, I know it's 19987." He could feel Kim's amused
attention boring into him, willing him to ask her what the code was
as she knew the new one. But doing so would yet again underscore his
legendarily bad memory. A fault he's worked hard to shed over the
years. As man versus machine favored the nonliving, five more minutes
later the urge to slam his fist into the wall forced him to
act. "Kim..."

"It's 19978." Arms crossed in a victory pose, she silently regarded
his acceptance of his fate, inputing her code at last. A chime
sounded as green lights lit the small wall-mounted console as his
system deactivated, and then rearmed. She allowed her clear triumph
to pass without mention. After all, male-pride were tricky waters to
navigate. Especially with someone like Tommy.

Standing back while glaring at the alarm system, Tommy wished he
could punch the damn thing. Deciding against allowing a machine to
ruin what had otherwise been a wonderful evening with his love, he
peered just over his shoulder, noticing how she fought so hard not to
laugh at his expense, only to lose the battle a moment later. He held
his tongue, allowing her the spoils of her victory. How could he not
be charmed? She was his sweetheart, after all. "Sleepy?"

She gave a cute rock of her head. "A little. And I need to get out of
these heels."

"Follow me." Creaky, winding steps and a shadowy hall trailed along
as Tommy led Kim to his bedroom, opening the door and then stepping
aside for her to enter.

She reached his king-sized bed, finding the end of it a thankful
place to rest as the late hour and a very busy day had finally worn
her down. She exhaled gratefully, finally off her feet and able to
relax. She smiled as there was something intimate about watching
Tommy putter around his bedroom, setting his wallet by the small oak
bedside table, loosening his tie enough to let it hang off his
neck... he was casually, flawlessly sexy. And he was hers, she
thought possessively.

"I love you," escaped her lips softly.

Hanging up his suit jacket, Tommy ducked just out of the closet, "I
love you too." When their gazes locked they shared a heartbeat. What
was growing between them was so powerful he felt humbled by
the emotion. No woman had ever burrowed so deeply under his skin, her
love swimming in his very bloodstream. He looked away, and then
switched on a bedside lamp. Finally, he shut the bedroom door behind
them, his back now braced against it.

Warm brown eyes regarded her with such affection she was left
breathless. Tonight had been so romantic that she couldn't recall the
last time she'd been so happy. He made every effort to romance her
tonight, from that devilishly handsome new suit he wore, to the
expensive Vera Wang pink roses he bought for her, and the Majestic
Theater show she was sure he couldn't possibly afford right now after
remodeling
his kitchen. Nonetheless, she adored him utterly for his
efforts. "Thank you."

"For what?" he questioned, crossing the distance between them, and
then kneeling by her feet. He tended to her strappy heels, removing
each shoe with tender care before focusing on her right foot,
massaging away all her aches and pains.

The sheer magic his warm hands performed was so pleasing Kim's eyes
shut to simply enjoy it. "For making me start to feel like this is
going to last."

Interesting. .. "So you had doubts?"

Kim amended, "Concerns."

"And they were?"

Her left foot received several shades of heaven next, nestled in his
lap as his hands worked such soothing care. "That we were both kind
of lonely and just had the hots for each other, but things would
fizzle out after the sexual tension was gone."

He considered her theory, nodding to himself while smoothing his hand
over the sole of her foot. "I thought of that myself, actually."

Gently tugging her bottom lip with her teeth, Kim found the courage
to admit, "I don't feel that way anymore."

"Neither do I."

"Then there's my cynical side," Kim admitted with a coy bow of her
head. "I know I'm not old or anything like that, but I can tell I'm
pretty jaded where men are concerned. It began with my dad cheating
on my mom and from there came my own personal life mistakes and so
on. You see and go through so much crap each and every time you open
your heart to someone that it becomes harder each time you do it ,
and then suddenly you just don't want to do it anymore. Its hard to
believe you'll someday find the perfect person for you when years of
being alone start mounting, along with failed relationships and a
general world-vibe that true love just doesn't exist anymore."

"Sometimes you just have to tell the world to go fuck itself," Tommy
grinned before setting her bare feet back down on the floor. Kim
mouthed a silent yell of "Go fuck yourself world," much to his
chagrin. He stood to his feet again, stretching his arms out, and
then walked over to the double doors of his large closet. Yanking the
small metal chain that switched on the closet's ceiling light, he
stepped aside and opened both doors for her to look in. He tried to
not sound nervous hen he spoke. "I uhm... I did something for you. I
mean, I... well, look."

Crossing her legs, Kim turned her attention to the closet and saw
that there was a whole side of it empty, with all of his stuff
hanging on the left. "Did you get robbed?"

"Kim..."

"I'm teasing," she smiled, sitting up straighter so that she could
ensure he knew she was listening. "So what is this?"

A bit unsettled, Tommy gave a wave of his hand inside. Nothing came
out at first, so he took a deep breath. "This is me making room for
you," he declared. "You can bring or buy some things and leave them
here now so that you won't need a overnight bag anymore. And I
cleared three of the six drawers on my dresser for more of your
stuff, as well as two shelfs in my medicine cabinet." His last
intention wasn't to scare her, but he wanted her to know beyond a
shadow of a doubt his world included her. "I want you to feel like
this is your home as much as you do in your own apartment. I want to
share everything with you." Laughing a little, he added, "I even
stocked up on Ben and Jerry's ice cream in the freezer. God, that
stuffs expensive."

Meanwhile, Kim was still staring inside his closet as her heart beat
had gone on temporary strike. She started to say something, stuttered
a bit, and then covered her mouth as she felt overcome with emotion.
This man that she loves so much... so deeply, he doing exactly the
things that make her know he wants their relationship long-term. He's
not in this for just sex or just a fling to pass the time on
weekends. He's making room in his home and life for her that reek of
permanent. God, she's so scared by all of this.

And thrilled.

My God, she's so thrilled.

Lowering her eyes, her lashes were misty as her feelings crested to
the surface. She had never been so in love as she was now. "I... I
don't even have enough room at my place for all of my stuff, much
less any of yours. I mean, I think you can leave a pair of underwear
or a toothbrush.. . if I move a few things around... in the trunk of
my car."

Her unique sense of humor never ceased to amaze Tommy. "I think I saw
some space beneath your entertainment center behind a stack of DVD's
I can store a pair of pants and a tee shirt."

"Come here," she playfully ordered, and when he was close she stood
and she hugged him so tight. "I swear if you're not the one I think
its time I go gay. I'm going to call Ellen or something,."

Something of a dreamy expression fell over Tommy's face. "I could so
imagine you with another woman."

"In your dreams," she teased, and then deliberately drew his face
down to her. Wasting no time, she covered his mouth with a searing
kiss full of sensual promise. His right arm hooked around her slim
waist, gently hauling her feet off the floor, her body pulled flush
against his chest. He revered the sweet taste of her lips while
easing her down his hard body. Her small hands began clawing at his
shirt, pulling it from his pants and then quickly unbuttoning. It
fell off his arms, followed by the t-shirt beneath it, thrown across
the room. He stepped out of his shoes before deftly maneuvering her
back onto the bed, his body covering her fully.

When his warm mouth swallowed hungrily at the column of her throat,
Kim gasped from the rush of moist heat between her legs. Her fingers
coursed through his short hair before roaming his back, loving the
feel of his soft lips devouring her neck. Her nipples tightened when
she felt his fingers skimming up along her bare thighs, and then
under her dress. Brown eyes opened to find his gaze so penetrating
her body clenched involuntarily. He took hold of the lacy trim of her
black satin panties, and then eased them off her hips and down her
thighs.

The tantalizing vision of her lovely pursed lips, flushed fair skin,
and gorgeous legs parted for him alone incited a riot of desire in
Tommy. He was speechless, his stare drinking her in from head to
toe. "God, you are so beautiful."

"And you have far to many clothes on." There was no reply as his
heated expression clearly stated she was his prey, and the time for
talking was over. Her heart pounded in her chest while watching him
slowly edge her dress up her body while parting her thighs. When he
descended upon her all air fled her lungs in a frantic rush the
moment his tongue lashed a wet, northern path up the lips of her sex,
before swirling over the bundle of nerves that saw her body writhe
powerfully beneath him.

With her fingers digging into the sheets, Kim's hips rocked in joint
fluid motion with the pulling and sucking mouth making love to her,
causing her voice to crack in wails of pleasure. Ripples quivered
through her heaving belly when his tongue dove inside her, driving
deeply while his hands locked her lower body in place. Her thighs
clenched around his head, her back arching off the mattress. She was
short of breath just that fast, her ears buzzing in time with the
mouth consuming her tender flesh with such greed her vocal cords shut
down completely.

Each time her hips jerked uncontrollably, Tommy drove his tongue
deeper inside her, and then dragged upwards a winding trail over her
sensitize clit. Drawing out her pleasure as he loved to do, his
tongue's agile exploration left her dangling at the edge of ecstasy,
ever so close. She tensed and shivered against his suckling mouth,
and despite his cock straining almost painfully against his pants, he
was immersed in her rapture.

When a startling loud keening cry escaped her lips, his mouth
fastened over her clit and began to draw deeply. His left hand
ascended her body, up under her dress to press and squeeze over her
breasts. Her hips rode his mouth with a hypnotic rhythm through a
cresting wave of sensations that left her softly warm hips shaking
powerfully, until at last her twisting and gliding over his tongue
became convulsions of the most pleasurable kind. Throaty moans of his
name, God, and the most beautifully passionate contortions swept over
her face through a explosive climax.

Unable to take any more, Kim gently braced her hand over Tommy's
head, her eyes shut, willing him to stop as she had turned sideways
during her orgasm, so great were the sensations. Her lungs inhaled
deep gulps of air during the blissful aftershocks, and then she was
able to open her eyes to him. His bottom lip and chin glistened with
her... the desperate look on his face left her wanting so much
more. "I'd like to kill who ever taught you how to do that?"

"Now you know how I feel," Tommy smiled so devilishly when she rose
to kiss him. His hands took the hem of her dress and lifted it up
over her head, exposing her to him fully. Her hands tore at his belt,
and then pants, removing the offending clothing and underwear.

Before he could lay her back down on the bed, Kim worked her hand
around his aching shaft, kissing him slowly and deeply. Even tasting
herself on his lips aroused her, branding him as hers alone.
Unconsciously, her body craved him taking her from behind, and she so
angled around him over the edge of his bed. Moving in sync, the tip
of him eased forward inside her moist warmth, causing her to wrench
at the sheets once more.

Strong hands held her hips as shudders of pleasure flooded her
nervous system. Swallowing hard, her eyes shut upon feeling the hard
ridge of his cock spreading her flesh, pulsing deep inside her. A
slow, deliberate pace eased her body into things, and then she swore
she could almost feel him in the back of her throat, he was so
deep...

The wicked position and the beloved man left her panting and hot,
with her sex closing tightly around his long, smooth strokes. Hissing
through her teeth, moist arousal wept all around him. There was
something so primal about making love this way, as if she were being
taken and claimed for all time. Her leg muscles quivered when his
tempo intensified, causing her knees to go weak. Her body clasped
snug around him as the smacking sounds of flesh slapping together
joined the heady aroma of sex in the bedroom. With their bodies
wielded together, she matched his increasing aggression, seeking her
orgasm.

As a light sweat perspired over his brow, Tommy was captivated by the
sleek, seductive curves of her body, and the sensual arch of her
back. She was so small and tight... The soft mewling sounds she made
caused him to swell inside her, all the while amazed at how
incredible she was. How exciting and uninhibited she was. Her head
hung low as she matched his desire, until her long, drawn out wail of
pure ecstasy roared through the bedroom. While buried inside her, a
series of hot spasms squeezed around him until he was nearly overcome
with lust.

Barely through her euphoric orgasm, Kim vaguely remembered being
maneuvered over onto her back, her legs thrown high on his shoulders,
and the hot feel of him fucking her so hard she swore the bed
would break. The litany of sound the headboard made rattling against
the wall accompanied her whimpers of pleasure. His hips dove into
hers with deep, powerful thrusts that brushed just over her clit. She
half-sobbed, half-praised his passion for her, clutching him tightly
while he throughly fucked her.

She felt the shudders sweep over his entire body in her embrace,
signaling his end was near.

Clinging to him body and soul, Kim sought his ecstasy. "Come inside
me, baby. I want you to come so hard. Give it to me."

Her sultry, panting voice incited a raging fire within him to the
point that he didn't realize he was coming until he'd begun, surging
so deeply inside her with hot burst after hot burst until he was so
fully drained his body simply, softly, collapsed over her. He felt
her legs gently fall off his shoulders, her fingers drawing lightly
over his back. He had the presence of mind to hold most of his weight
from her, but was so loose and lax it was a struggle. "You're
incredible," he offered his tired praise.

"So are you," she replied, her chest heaving against his. "And I
think I want some of that Ben and Jerry's ice cream you told me
about. Go get me some. And bring a big spoon."

Sitting up on his elbow, Tommy stared at her. "After all that great
sex I just gave you why should I be the one to go and get it?"

"Because do you really want me back in your kitchen so soon?" she
teased wearing a luminous smile. "I'm a arsonists, you know."

Laughing before pressing a quick kiss to her lips, Tommy
nodded. "Point taken."

Kim watched his very nice male ass rush off the bed naked and out of
the bedroom. Settling in for the moment, she considered this must be
what it felt like to be genuinely happy. And for once she didn't
second guess it, try to talk herself out of it, or run to avoid it.

Instead, she simply enjoyed it.

******

The End

Time to finish Comes the Darkness now!!!!!!