Post by shawn30 on Jul 17, 2009 12:39:39 GMT -5
Title: "Nookie"
Chapter (1/1)
Written by: Shawn
Summary: Marking the next four era's in Tommy and Kimberly's intimate relationship...
Rating: NC-17
Category: Pure Unrelenting Smut/Romance
Timeline/Spoilers: Everything up to and including "Turbo: A Power Rangers Movie" is canon. After that its all my AU.
Authors Notes 1: This is midnight fic. After hours only. Angst is far, far way. The intense heat, fiery passion, and true love these two characters share defines this story.
Authors Notes 2: This is a very sexually explicit and mature story.
Authors Notes 3: Prudes probably shouldn't read this. *smirk*
Dedicated to: Anyone who needs a little more good Nookie in their lives. If that's you then put it in your review. *smile*
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“Love is a friendship with erotic moments.”
~ luca
"Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin, it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring."
~ S. J. Perlman
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The apartment of Kimberly Ann Hart
1717 Dante Drive
4th floor
Apt: 408
Thursday, November 17, 2001 6:50 PM
Westwood, Ca
Arms crossed her grey UCLA Bruins T-shirt, Kimberly peeked one eye through the small hole in her door. The Handsome culprit behind the rather incessant knocking that disturbed her cram-study session a few minutes ago waited on the other side looking far to gloriously relaxed for any man to have the right too. An anxious smile adorned his face as he waited for her to acknowledge his presence. She playfully chewed her bottom lip, a pink toe-nail polished foot tapping on the plush tan carpet. She knew exactly why he was here, and as wickedly excited as it made her she still needed to study. "Who is it?" she asked in a mock of a cheerful voice.
Tommy gave a amused shake of his head, smiling. Kim was many things, but even with the simplest, she was never easy. "Your amazing boyfriend."
"Which one?"
With her Joker-like attitude, sometimes he wondered if she was on a constant sugar-high. "Your first and current one. He's got spiky hair, a bad memory, and his mom thinks he drives to fast."
"Sounds familiar. Didn't I dump you once?" She heard her name exasperated in a cute little sigh. That she could tease Tommy about their past was one of her favorite aspects of their present. Kim caught sight of the mildly annoyed expression on the other side of the door. To tease her, he actually tried to look in through the hole on his end. "That gives new meaning to Peeping Tom."
"Kim, please open this door before your neighbors think I'm stalking you." Her snicker of a laugh was music to his ears. She was always playing games like this, whether it was flipping a coin to decide if he could kiss her or picking out their dinner at a new restaurant by using the tried and true scientifically tested method of Enny-Meanie-Miny-Moe on the menu. "Come on, Beautiful."
Jerk... using that name whenever he wants to get his way. One day she sincerely hoped it wouldn't give her goosebumps like it did when she was sixteen. Then again, maybe she never wanted that to happen. "You know good and well that I have a major assignment due in two days and I need all my free time to finish it. I need my uninterrupted time. Your presence here is is against the pre-set rules of our relationship."
"Rules you wrote without my consent," Tommy reminded her.
"As is every girlfriend's right."
"I am so gonna write you a Dear Jane letter up against this door."
Kim gave a appalled chuckle. "You would break up with me using a hand written letter? How evil. Next thing I know you'll be calling me your sister."
"You're gonna get a spanking for that one day," he snickered.
"Promises, promises," she laughed upon opening the door and then being promptly swept off her feet with a incredibly hot kiss. She smiled around his loving mouth, holding tight around his neck while her toes dangled just off the floor. Curse her lack of height, and yet whenever he went Cave-man and lifted her off the floor it was kinda swoon-worthy. She loved him soooooooooo much.
Six weeks ago "Timberly Part Deux" became official as they just couldn't keep up the pretense of being good friends who finally reconnected after a few years. Ever since Kim relocated back to the West Coast Tommy had been such a great help to her in all regards, and was looking far to good for her to pass up. Since she was single and had been for well over a year she saw no reason, or a girlfriend in his life, that she shouldn't jump the Good Ship Tommy and ride it for all it was worth. Literally and figuratively as they discovered that final element to their relationship they'd never shared before.
Passion.
Raw, fiery passion that was just so damn good keeping their hands off each other didn't was a afterthought. Ever since their very first time at his place, their second in the backseat of her car, their third in the backyard of his parents house, and their fourth on her kitchen table their sex life was just so wild and insanely satisfyingly that staying away from each other was just not possible. Lust, while certainly not a relationships most important aspect, was an incredibly addictive one if a couple had it. And they had to SO bad for each other.
They ached for each other...
Alas, responsibilities both personal and professional have made finding time alone this week tougher than usual. That was on Tommy's mind far more than the test he was studying for at the library. All he could think about was his Beautiful's soft moans and cries of passion when he took her. And after realizing he had barely read two pages in thirty minutes he knew he just had to see her. Nothing else mattered.
Gently setting her down on her feet again, Tommy panted hotly over her deliciously kissable mouth, his eyes still shut. "You kiss entirely too good."
Humming delightfully from that fantastic kiss, Kim smiled against his chest, her hands braced on his sides. "Mmm, you're quite adequate as well."
"Just adequate?" he tenderly kissed her forehead.
"Okay, you're toe-curlingly awesome." She felt him laugh, exhaling happily. "And you are totally invading my study-privacy."
"I know."
"I'm behind on this project and I have a partner who is about as useful as a snowman putting out a fire in Hell."
Tommy leisurely grazed his hands up and down her lower back in a soothing massage, drawing a soft hum from her lips. "Do you want me to kill him?"
"Yes."
"Done."
Lifting her head, she met his adoring gaze with one of her own. "You'd kill for me?" He nodded. "You're quite possibly the best boyfriend ever."
Tommy aimed for her pretty little mouth again. "I try." With his arms closing tightly around her middle, his kissed her thoroughly until they were both softly moaning. Arousal escalated as he felt himself harden over her belly. She squeaked out a little laugh when she felt it, and then released him to shake her head in his face. "In the words of Destiny's Child, no, no, no, no, no," she playfully taunted. "I have planned to work on this project all evening minus any boyfriend-loving of any kind." When her feet left the ground again and he began easing towards her bedroom she raised a brow. He set her back down, grinning. "Baby, don't you need to study too?"
"I tried," Tommy noted with a nod before pecking her lips once more. "I really, really did. I gave it my best effort. But all I could think about," he punctuated by filling his strong hands with the supple curves of
her ass, "was you."
Biting back a seductive groan, Kim felt herself melting despite all her protests. The hard man pressed against her was undoing all her vaunted resolve. Her body longed for him, always. "Sweet as that is, we have to be responsible adults."
"You're on the pill. Isn't that responsible enough?" She poked him in the side with a finger that made him flinch. "I just think we both need a little 'study break'."
Yeah, right. Kim was sure she knew what kind of 'study-break' he had in mind. "Of the naked variety?"
"Semi-naked is fine too," he joked before forcing her to surrender to another deep, wet kiss that saw her hands roaming over his backside and up his masculine shoulders. He squeezed her ass tight to him, ensuring she felt how 'affected' he was by her close proximity. God, he loved this mildly crazy woman. She was sexy, smart, confident, and quirky enough to charm her way back into his heart and claim it as
her own. "Kim, let's just take a break for a little while and... I don't know..."
"Play Monopoly?" He shook his head. "Spades?" Another slow head shake and smile. "Super Mario Brothers?"
"Kim, you need a few years of therapy."
"My idea of a long and therapeutic session is with Dr. Ben and Dr. Jerry on my own couch with a spoon in hand." Even while bantering with him, her hands were gently pulling at his white button down shirt. He was already running his fingers over the top button of her jeans. Her nipples tightened in reply. "You need to leave and I need to get back to my project."
"You don't want me to go," Tommy dared her to deny when he began brushing over the tender skin of her neck with his mouth and tongue, running the latter over her wildly beating pulse. The feel of her digging his shirt out of his pants was evidence enough she was weakening. A faint blush coloring her cheeks made the case undeniably in his favor. "I want you."
"Tommy," she moaned despite herself, eyes shutting to the feel of his hungry mouth drinking from her throat, while his hands kneaded her ass, drawing her closer to the erection dying to slide inside her. Right where she wanted him desperately. Her breasts rose against his chest, caressing sensation throughout her body. She quivered in his arms. "You are so not fighting fair." Suddenly she was hoisted off the floor from around her waist, braced low on his hips while being walked to her beige sectional sofa. Her legs curled around his middle, pressing her center to his hardness. "Is it Morphing time?"
"That was so kinky," he half-laughed before drowning her soft mouth with another deep, claiming kiss as they began clawing at each others clothes on the long sofa. Buttons unsnapped, clasps were undone, jeans were discarded, shirts were tossed aside, shoes were kicked away, and all that was left were two hopelessly in love and very naked ex-Power Rangers.
Their mouths mated in a erotic frenzy that heated the very air around them. Tommy's hands glided up and down the bare flesh of Kimberly's thighs, causing her to writhe beneath him. Her back arched the second his warm mouth closed around a pink nipple, drawing strongly on the tip. He raised a free hand to firmly cup her other breast, kneading it in time with his relentless suckling of the other. One long, drawn out moan after the other escaped the former Pink Ranger, his amazing tongue lifting goosebumps on her skin.
"Mmmm...Tommy," she whined as he French kissed her cleavage, causing her to giggle a second before his lips covered hers once more. His tongue darted out, swiping over her bottom lip. Her tongue surged into his mouth, mingling with his own while her hands canvassed his washboard stomach and firm ass she loved so much. She just couldn't get enough of touching him, of feeling the heavy weight of his masculine body covering her own. The deep warmth of their kiss left her wet and needy, dying to feel the length of him buried inside her, fucking her until she couldn't see, breathe, or speak. "God, I love you so much."
Hanging above her, Tommy panted heavily, gazing into her lovely brown eyes. "I love you so much, Kim." He trailed gentle little kisses from her mouth to her cheek, down her jaw and over her throat, then further south between her breasts, past her flat belly until his tongue dipped wetly inside her naval. "I can't get enough of you, Beautiful. I have to taste you."
Never let it be said that great sex wasn't mental because when he said those words her clit throbbed. And when she felt his hot breath brushing between her legs against the dampness pooling there, she shuddered all over her body. Again, he breathed over her... again, she shivered. "Baby..."
Dripping a string of saliva over her erect clit, Tommy bathed it with a long, drawn out lick. Her back arched sharply and she cried out, so he did it again, only pressing firmer until her right hand came to rest over the back of his head. His arms hooked over her hips, holding her down while his tongue parted the moist lips of her sex and began dragging up and down, sating his hunger for her by lashing her wetness. Her thighs shook along his head, squeezing. Never for a moment did he leave her without the feel of his agile tongue lapping her with smooth, slow strokes. He feasted on the sweet taste of her, loving how her little rose glistened against his tongue. Her tiny cries of joy applauded his efforts. "I can never get enough of you, baby."
Kim had no ability to do anything that required her to think. When his warm mouth covered her sex she could hear the naughty slurping sounds from between her legs, causing her to blush and quiver. The man feasted on her and she loved him for it. While one hand held the back of his head her other fisted the side of the sofa, nails digging into the cushions. Her hips rocked, feeding him what he wanted so badly. "Damn, baby... Uhhnnnn, baby.... love you."
His tongue dove inside her and began thrusting it until she couldn't sit still... until her nails dug into his scalp as tremors began flooding over her belly. He knew the signs. She was so close to coming and he wanted her thrown over the razors edge into oblivion. His tongue withdrew and then began swirling wet circles over her clit that increased in speed. She cried out when his middle finger replaced his tongue, thrusting deep into her over and over and over and until it was just to much.
"Yes, Fuck!!! Ohhh....Tommy.... Tommy.... Ohgodtommy...." The out of control freight train that was her intense climax saw her body twisting sideways on the couch as the deeply satisfying waves crashed over
her. Her thighs closed around and shook over his head while her hips rolled through the orgasmic shaking as her body tensed powerfully. At no time did he stop driving his finger into her or remove his mouth from sucking her clit. It was only after the intensity wore down that she pushed at his forehead, signaling it was to sensitive to continue. He knew her well enough, backing off while breathing heavily, his head resting over her
left thigh. Her essence dripped from his mouth and chin... With her eyes shut and her chest heaving, Kimberly sighed, "You are the Pussy Champion."
Never had such loud laughter ripped from his chest the way it did when he heard that. It was the sort of wacky thing the mind comes up with after an incredible orgasm that under any other circumstance would sound silly beyond words. Here though, he took it as a grand complement. One he intended to tease her with for many years to come. "I think I like that nick-name even more than Handsome."
Humming while wearing a sincerely satisfied smile, Kim giggled when his lips pressed kisses back up her body. Her arms slipped round his neck, while her thighs parted for him. The hard length of his cock nestled against her center, throbbing against her. "I'm supposed to be working on my project and you're supposed to be studying."
"This is only a study-break, dear," he smiled down at her.
Kim's snickering expression defied him utterly. "You want to fuck me."
"You want me to fuck you."
"Irrelevant." Banter aside, she needed him like air and wanted him more than anything else in the world. Her eyes remained locked with his when he sank that sweet first inch inside her... then her eyes drifted shut, her bottom lip caught between white teeth as the delicious specimen of man above her slowly invaded her body. Her inner muscles spread around him while her arms held him onto so tightly, clutching him to her. Her body simply loved having him inside her, filling her so fully she shivered. They began to slowly rock back and forth as one, drawing all of him inside her, withdrawing lazily, and then surging forward until their breathing escalated. "So good, baby.
"Love you, Beautiful." Sheathed fully within her heat, Tommy buried his face in her brown tresses while thrusting into her with long, smooth strokes. The sensation of her curled around him so hot and tight drove him mad with pleasure. Her legs wrapped snug around his waist, her ankles crossing as the sofa began creaking to the tune of their passion. Every time he sank deeply inside her she writhed beneath him, her peaked nipples brushing sensation over his chest. Each long stroke made her whimper, so he did it again just to hear that sweet sound he loved so much. Her mouth began making love to the hollow of his neck, while every thrust struck her breasts against his chest.
"Tommy..." His deep, satisfying moans left her clenching tightly around him. He was long and just thick enough to make her swoon, leaving her so full of him she couldn't think straight. The solid weight of his body on hers felt nearly as good as the rigid cock fucking her harder now, causing her nails to claw at his back. God, she even loved the scent of his skin. The soft feel of it with hard muscles beneath. Intense pleasure shot through her as they vigorously slammed their hips together, mating furiously. The couch springs squeaked as they lost control and were both seeking their orgasms hard and fast, fucking sideways on the edge of the couch until somehow they rolled off onto the floor.
The sudden jostle saw them both gasp... and no more. They kissed passionately, their bodies rocking into each other, not giving a damn about carpet burn or anything else. Tommy's knees dug into the floor as he took Kimberly with force, their bodies slapping rhythmically together. Her back grazed hotly over the carpet, their bodies now slick with perspiration. Her fingers threaded into his short hair while aggressively arching her hips to meet his impacting thrusts. Their mind-blowing sex finally concluded when she felt him expand and contract, his face buried in the crook of her neck, crying out her name as he came so hard deeply inside her. She clenched tightly around the ejaculating cock, and with a loud cry came again herself. Her beautiful face contorted passionately as she milked him till she had every last drop of his essence, all while riding the crest of her own fantastic climax.
Silence reigned.
Kimberly held Tommy closely, pressing soft kisses to his head while breathing deeply. Incredible sex was highly addictive and was only made better by being deeply in love the way they were. The thought made
her smile. "Okay, you need to leave."
Smiling, Tommy lifted his head, sweat glistening his brow. "Excuse me?"
"Study-breaks over. This was super fantastic but even your amazing cock will not stop me from getting that top ten percentile GPA of my class. So I love you, take a shower, and please get out."
Tommy blinked. He had to be hearing this wrong. "You're really kicking me out?"
"Should I call you a cab?" He gently withdrew, got to his feet, and then stalked off to the bathroom, grumbling. She was sure he heard her laughing. If her cell phone was within arms reach she would have taken a picture of him pouting. "Should I leave a ten dollar bill outside the bathroom door?" She heard said door shut loudly. "Don't be like that, Tommy. Come back and cuddle for a few minutes." She just couldn't stop laughing. "Remember, I called you the Pussy Champion. That's gotta count for something." More grumbling. "I love you, baby."
Of course she wasn't gonna kick him out and she knew he knew that. She was going to banish him to her bedroom until she finished her project, but ending her night with her love wasn't something she intended to pass up. For now though, they played the endless game of the sexes, forever trying to one up each other. But that was the thing about the battle of the sexes. There could never be a clear winner.
There was just to much fraternizing with the enemy.