Always a Ranger - Part 30
Games People Play
By Jeannine Trevizo
The flight from Boston had been long, and Kim had spent half of it trying to keep the nine young women preparing for the Olympics calm as they hit turbulence and as their nerves got the better of them. It was a long flight, and somehow she did find some time to sleep. The movie had been boring, and she’d ended up reading the several months out of date magazine.
When the plane finally landed, it was then another whole new adventure. Gathering luggage and going through customs with teens and twenty-somethings was like running an obstacle course. Then it was packing everyone into a caravan of vans to shuttle them from the airport to the Olympic Village. There were lots of oohs and ahhs as they drove along the roads. For most of them, this was their first trip to Greece, and in some cases their first trip outside the U.S.
When the vans pulled up after passing security, they were driven to the blue and white apartment style housing that they’d make their home for the next two and a half weeks. Grabbing their luggage, they found themselves met by Olympic personnel and directed to their building, floor and room.
It was only once they’d packed their clothes and other personal items away that they realized that they had more time to get settled in than just a few hours. In fact, they had a whole two days of nothing but getting familiarized with the Olympic venues so they could move around easily. Or as easily as they could, what with the tight security measures. As it was, it took the team almost three hours to get their security clearances and badges. Kim began to realize just how enormous this all was as the team walked across the grand venue of the village, took a shuttle to the site of the gymnastics competition, and then finally stared at the impressive mass of the Olympic Stadium.
It was a little overwhelming, and she had to remind herself to put it all in perspective. She’d been a ranger for God’s sake, the Olympics weren’t anything in comparison to what she’d done. Still, she couldn’t help but be awed at the fact she was there.
Early on the third day since their arrival, the team was scheduled to do their first international press conference with their male counterparts. As soon as everyone was dressed in their team USA sweat suits, they made their way to the press pavilion. There, they trooped in, the gymnasts sitting in the prescribed seats, the head coaches in the front, and the assistants lined the walls. Kim, in her position as an assistant ended up along the edge of the wall, closer to the edge. As the international press began asking their questions and taking pictures, Kim watched the whole thing, taking it in with a surreal feel.
Then her whole existence came to a sudden halt.
When Kim had heard that the Olympics were a once in a lifetime experience, she never thought that this was what they meant. Standing along the edges of the press room where the U.S. Men’s and Women’s Gymnastics teams were answering questions, she saw a face she never thought she'd see again.
The man she'd left Tommy for.
She found herself staring at him, her mind numb with shock as she noted him glance around the room. When his gaze reached her, his eyes widened and he stared back. She noted with some small part of her functioning brain that his blue-green eyes still reminded her of the ocean, and she recalled thinking back when they first met how they were so different from Tommy’s warm chocolate brown eyes. Suddenly she realized that the interviews were over, and people were moving around the room, photographers and reporters hurrying to get a one on one with the stars of the team or the head coaches.
In that chaos, Kim watched Chris weave his way through the crowds and approach her. Part of her wanted to run, not really wanting to deal with this person, the guilty feelings at leaving Tommy for him fighting with the nostalgic fondness of not only their time together but at a familiar face thousands of miles away from everything she knew.
“Kimberly,” Chris drawled as he finally reached her, his old Southern accent having stayed with him even after traveling the world, “what a surprise.”
“What are you doing here?” Kim asked, focusing on the man before her, fighting to keep her heart rate calm.
“The men’s team thought I’d add some extra prestige to the staff, and hired me as a rings coach.”
“What? You think I just spent my time dating models and doing photo shoots? I got an education,” he retorted, almost insulted.
“I’m sorry. I just…” she stumbled, shaking her head in an attempt to clear it.
“Look Kim, I’m not looking to cause you problems. I mean, we dated but it didn’t work out. Can’t we be friends?”
“How about we catch up? Have dinner after the practice for the opening ceremonies and talk about old times?” he asked brightly, reaching out to catch her hand in a way that reminded her of Tommy.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea…” Kim began.
“It’s just a friendly dinner Kim. Come on, you can’t tell me you’d rather sit in the athlete’s dorms every night?”
Kim hesitated, and Chris noticed her indecision and smiled at her with a grin she remembered from her lowest moments in Florida. After a long moment of debate, Kim finally nodded.
“Great! It’s good to see you again Kim,” Chris said as he leaned over and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.
Little did she know that an Associated Press photographer had just taken their picture.
Tommy Oliver opened the newspaper at the command center console, his eyes drifting from the scanners to the news of the games. The front page had a small picture referring readers to the special Olympics section. Tossing the section away, he dug through the rest of the paper until he found the special section. Opening it, he found a large layout on the arrival of the U.S. teams to Athens, articles about the chances of different athletes and lots of pictures. He flipped through until he found a page showing the gymnastics teams and had an article and photos from their first press conference in Athens. As he scanned the photos, he found himself brought up short.
It was a picture of Kim at the press conference, with a man leaning towards her, as if to kiss her. His eyes tore from her face to the caption and his heart went cold.
Former Pan Global hopeful and current U.S. Women’s Olympic gymnastics balance beam assistant coach Kimberly Hart meets up with Pan Global and U.S. Olympic medalist, and current men’s rings coach Christopher Masters at a joint gymnasts press conference in Athens, Greece.
He felt his fingers go cold, the numbing sensation climbing up his arms.
It couldn’t be…
Kim was there with the guy she left him for.
Just the sight of this guy next to the woman he loved sent his blood boiling. Hadn’t the years that he and Kim had spent separated because of this man been enough. But now, just as things were looking like they were going to move past everything, when he was ready to ask her to marry him, here was Chris Masters, obviously moving in on Kim. And she wasn’t walking away.
The two of them had a history, but so did he and Kim. They’d spent the better part of two years rebuilding what had simmered since she’d broken up with him as teenagers. But they’d ended up together again. Unless Masters somehow got in their way…
“Hey Dr. O. What’s up?” asked Conner, striding into the basement command center with Kira following.
“Ooh, the paper. Is there any news on the Olympic team?” Kira asked as she noted the newspaper sports section in his hands.
“There’s some pictures…” Tommy bit out reluctantly, laying the paper down as his students and teammates moved beside him to look at the newspaper layout.
Both rangers froze in shock as they stared at the photo their teacher had been staring at.
“You’re kidding me!” Conner nearly yelled as he read the caption.
Tommy took a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to focus. He knew Kim loved him. They’d said that every time they talked. Her clothes, linens and silverware were supposed to be in boxes on their way to his house to wait for her arrival. Nothing about the last year of their growing renewed relationship warranted the overwhelming fear that was filling him at the thought of this man stealing her from him.
But the evidence of another man interested in his woman wasn’t something he could take lightly. Especially since it was one Kim had a history with... a history of leaving him for.
He had decided that this time he wasn’t going to let her go. When he’d put her on the plane the first time after one of her visits, he’d promised himself that he’d do whatever it took to keep her, and he meant to do just that. But how was another matter. Kim was in Athens while he was here. There wasn’t anything he could do to keep Chris Masters away from Kim and assure himself that she was coming to Reefside for good.
Then the kids’ words reached through his musing, and he looked up to see Kira’s concerned face.
“This can’t be how it looks Dr. O,” Kira stated emphatically. “Remember Principal Randall?”
“I don’t know…” he answered them with his old uncertainty, and watched Kira and Conner’s faces darken.
“Then you need to find out,” Kira said forcefully.
“Kira’s right. You love Kim, right Dr. O?” Conner added quickly.
“Of course I do, what kind of question is that?” he replied angrily.
“Then get on a plane and go to her. And if nothing else, make sure this jerk knows Kim’s spoken for,” Kira stated, stabbing a finger at the picture of her friend and her ex.
“We’ll cover things here. Just go,” Conner assured their mentor.
It only took him another minute before he tossed the paper aside and nearly ran for the stairs. Luckily his passport was up to date…
Kimberly sat staring at the photo gracing the Olympics section of the USA Today the athletes and coaches were able to get at the community dining area at breakfast before the day started. There, clear as day was a picture of her and Chris, looking like they were just about to move into a heated clinch. They had practice with the team in less than an hour… not long enough to have a long conversation with Tommy, but she at least had to call him and tell him that she wasn’t ‘with’ Chris… and that she was looking forward to coming home to him in Reefside in two weeks.
“Guys, I have to hit the payphone. I’ll meet you at the facility as soon as I can.”
With that she got up from the table and headed quickly to one of the banks of phones. She pulled the international calling card and followed the instructions. The phone rang at Tommy’s house until the answering machine picked up.
“Tommy, I don’t know if you’re there and just not picking up, but I wanted to make sure you know I love you… I’ll call you later so we can talk.”
She hung up, feeling a gnawing in the pit of her stomach that the world as she knew it was about to be turned asunder.
Kim had been despondent most of the day since being unable to reach Tommy any of the times she’d called and had participated in the athletes and coaches practice for the opening ceremonies with frustration. She would have called Kira to find out where Tommy was, but she’d packed her address book in the last box she’d shipped to Tommy’s. When everyone started to file out of the stadium after the rehearsal had ended, Chris seemed to show up at her side from out of nowhere.
“So, how about that dinner?” Chris asked, reaching over to catch Kim by the arm.
“I’m not really the best company,” she stated, trying to deter his enthusiasm for going out that evening.
“Please? I just want the chance for us to catch up. Be friends again. Besides, you look like you could use some fun!”
He smiled at her, a disarming grin that had made her feel comfortable back when she’d been alone in Florida all those years ago. Finally she sighed and nodded. There was no use moping about. He was a friend, and right now, with everything she really could use one…
“I need to stop by my room first.”
“Sure. Anyhow, I got us a table at Mikrolimano,” he stated as they headed through the crowds and to the white and blue apartment style buildings in the residential section where the athletes and coaches were housed.
“Give me a minute,” Kim said, heading for her room. Inside, she reached for the phone again and dialed Tommy’s number.
There was still no answer. As she walked out, she passed Anton going the opposite direction.
“On your way back out Kim?”
“Yeah. I’m having dinner with an old friend at Mikrolimano…”
Kim tried not to laugh at Anton’s words. She wondered if she really could have fun while the worry of what Tommy might be thinking sat at the back of her mind. Still, she had Chris waiting on her, so she hurried out of the building to head off for dinner.
Tommy had done everything in his power to get the first flight to Athens… coach. When he walked off the plane, he quickly hurried to customs, which was prepared for the overflow of tourists there for the games. After passing through the lines, he followed the crowd to the buses and taxis. After searching around, he found the line for the buses heading to the Olympic venues, and got in line. The bus was slow as it made its way through several of the venues, dropping people off at different locales, but finally it arrived at the international area of the Olympic village.
He got off the bus and started for the gated area that lead to a series of apartment looking buildings that had people moving in and out of them wearing sweat suits with National flags on them, hinting at the athletes’ area. Walking up to the security booth, Tommy straightened his shoulders, doing his best to look like he belonged there.
“Excuse me, could you direct me to the building the U.S. women’s gymnastics team is in?” he asked.
The security guard looked at him, as if trying to see if he was a terrorist or something.
“Look, I can’t let you in that area,” the stocky guard said in accented English.
“Please. Maybe you could call someone for me… Kimberly Hart. She’s part of their coaching staff.”
Nodding grudgingly, the burly guard moved to his kiosk and dialed into the main operations center, and had his call routed to the dorms. After a few minutes of nervous waiting, he looked at Tommy with a stern expression.
“Sorry, no answer.”
“How about Anton Gregor? He’s the head coach.”
Sighing, the man went back to the phone and tried again. This time a shocked look crossed his face.
“Sir, I have someone here wanting access to the residential section. He doesn’t have any credentials though…” he told the person on the other end.
Tommy watched as the man seemed to listen to the person on the other end, and frowned.
“Excuse me, could I just…” Tommy asked, holding his hand out slightly.
Passing the receiver to Tommy, the guard moved out of the way somewhat, and Tommy pulled the phone to his ear.
“Yes?” the man on the other end asked with a hint of confusion.
“I’m sorry, we haven’t met, but my name is Tommy Oliver and…” he began before Anton cut him off.
“Ah yes, I know who you are! Kim has mentioned you many times. But, she’s not in at the moment. Did she know you were coming?”
“No, I… you don’t suppose you know where she is?”
“She’s at dinner at Mikrolimano with a colleague of ours, I believe his name is Christopher Masters.”
Tommy felt his heart go cold. His Kim was having dinner with her ex? Maybe he wasn’t acting so crazy after all.
“Thank you. Good evening.”
With that, Tommy handed the phone to the guard and turned, starting to walk away when he realized he had no idea where the restaurant was. Quickly he swiveled and caught the guard’s attention again.
“I need to get to a restaurant called Mikrolimano. Do you know where it is?”
“It’s not in the village. There are taxis about three blocks down. They’ll get you there.”
Tommy nodded in thanks and jogged off to find a cab.
Dinner was pleasant, and Kim found herself reminded what it was that had endeared her to him in the first place. But while she had been polite and kept up the conversation as best she could, he was being more attentive than she’d expected.
“So Kim… have you ever wondered if you had made the Pan Globals if we could have made it work?” Chris asked over the light of the lantern in the middle of their table.
“I…” Kim stuttered, shocked at the question.
“I know, especially after seeing you yesterday that I have.”
“Chris…” she said in a dark tone, finally realizing his attention was more than friendly.
“What? You’re an attractive woman Kim. Caring, generous and you know what it means to sacrifice for a goal. What more could a man want,” he stated as he leaned forward, quickly reaching a hand across the table to catch hers.
“Don’t,” she started to say, as she tried to pull her hand away when she felt a presence over her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” said a familiar voice, and Kim nearly jumped as she turned quickly to find Tommy standing by the table, his eyes staring at Chris’ hand on hers.
“Tommy… it’s not what it looks like,” she stammered, her heart thundering in her chest as she yanked her hand from where Chris’ had pinned it.
“Tommy?” Chris asked, looking from Kim’s frightened face to the well-built man standing at the side of their table, with eyes burning holes into the woman looking at him.
At Chris’ voice, Tommy swung his gaze to the other man. The one who had haunted his nights for years, when he didn’t know his name. Now he did know his name, and finally he’d seen his former rival’s face. For the first time in nearly nine years, Tommy Oliver was facing the man he’d lost Kimberly to.
And this time this man was not leaving with *his* Kim.
“Tommy Oliver. The name should ring a bell. I was Kim’s boyfriend when you two met in Florida,” he stated thickly.
Chris was shocked at this turn of events, but still indignant. It wasn’t his fault Kim had dumped this guy for him back in the day. As it was, he couldn’t see what was so special about Tommy that Kim had been so upset about not hearing from him for weeks before she fell into his waiting arms.
“I’d say it was nice to meet you, but that probably would be a lie,” Chris snapped. “So, is there a reason you’re interrupting our dinner?”
Their voices were carrying, and a large portion of the restaurant was staring at them. Kim felt the weight of the air pressing down on her, stifling her and knew that this was about to escalate right there if she didn’t intervene.
“Tommy, please, don’t cause a scene,” she said softly, and he nearly growled.
Quickly, Tommy gripped Chris’ upper arm, hauled him from his seat. Kim hurriedly threw down some cash down for the check as Tommy roughly escorted Chris outside. With barely restrained force, Tommy shoved the other man up against the wall outside the restaurant. They were out of sight of the windows but in clear view of the people walking along the street that slowed to note the confrontation, but stayed out of it. As Kim came out of the restaurant, she found Tommy menacing Chris with a look that reminded her of his evil green ranger days.
“You are hitting on *my* girlfriend,” Tommy said darkly, “and if the fact that I lost her to you once wasn’t enough, I am not about to let you have her again.”
Chris instantly realized his mistake the moment his back had hit the stucco wall. The man before him wasn’t a push over, and he was obviously in love with Kim. As Tommy glared at him, Kim’s behavior earlier suddenly made sense. She had been despondent about the picture and how it obviously would look to her boyfriend. And his own foolish attempts to hook up with her again had put him back in the middle of a relationship that probably should have survived her Pan Global attempts, had he not been waiting in the wings to ease her pain.
The dark look to Tommy’s eyes made Chris’ body shudder, and he knew he had split seconds to get out of this mess.
“Look man, I didn’t know she was with someone. I asked her to dinner as a friend. She didn’t know I was interested in something more than that,” Chris stammered, afraid of the glare Tommy was giving him.
“Then I suggest you leave her alone, if you know what’s good for you.”
Indicating that he should hit the road, Tommy inclined his head towards the street, and watched as Chris walked hurriedly away. It was only once the man was out of sight that he turned to the other player in this soap opera. But what he found when he looked at Kim shocked him. He’d been angry, he had realized that when he’d seen the picture. The thought that she’d be willing to be around this guy, maybe still care for him had made his blood boil. Then the scene he’d walked in on at the restaurant… it had made him see red.
But now Kimberly stood before him, her head tilted towards the pavement, her sun-kissed caramel locks obscuring her face and her arms wrapped around her middle. The very slight audible sound of her muffled crying broke right through his rage and pierced his heart.
“Kim?” he said quietly, as he reached for her arm, and he was startled when she flinched, backing away from him.
He tried again, and she stepped back once more, slowly raising her face to his. The pain he found behind her brown eyes, the streaming tears burned him.
“Don’t,” she murmured, choking on the word, “don’t touch me.”
The weight of everything that had happened, both now and back then was falling on her in this moment. Her fear that the picture of her and Chris would anger Tommy had been fulfilled. She’d done the one thing that she should never have done… made Tommy question her love, her loyalty by letting Chris anywhere near her. She’d brought up the pain and betrayal of the past into her present life with disastrous consequences. Could he ever forgive her for it? Should he?
“No… Please, I don’t want to do this. You shouldn’t have had to come here. I should have stayed away from Chris. I didn’t think that you’d think… I don’t deserve you.”
The last part of her statement brought Tommy up short. What was she saying? Could she really believe that he’d let her go without an explanation, without him trying to fix things? Didn’t she know he’d learned his lesson from eight years ago?
“Kimberly… Beautiful…” he started, respecting reluctantly her desire to keep her distance, while all around them people walked by, barely noticing the emotional drama going on.
He watched as she swung her head away from him, her throat working convulsively as she choked down sobs.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t know…” Kim stammered, trying to explain, fix things, if she could…
Suddenly he realized that she was blaming herself for what Chris had done. She hadn’t realized the photo had been taken, or that Chris was trying to move in on her. Now she was simply afraid and he wasn’t sure what would get through to her. There was only one straightforward thing he could think of. He moved slowly closer until he feared she’d move away again before he spoke.
“I love you,” he said simply, reaching for her again.
Kim’s eyes shot up again, the stunned surprise evident.
“What? But I…”
“Did seeing the picture of you and Chris hurt? Yeah, it did. And finding out you were out to dinner with him when I arrived had me ready to put his lights out. But I learned my lesson from the last time. I wasn’t letting him get between us.”
“He wasn’t you know,” she said softly, and it was his turn to be surprised. “I didn’t know he was interested in me again. I thought it was just a friendly dinner… for old time’s sake. I would never have let him try to start something with me when I’m in love with *you*. I was just about to tell him…”
“When I walked in and found him touching you,” Tommy finished for her, and saw her slightly nod.
“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to see that. You shouldn’t have had to think that I would be charmed by him again. I tried to call you after the picture, but I couldn’t reach you…”
“I was probably already on the plane for Athens,” Tommy said bitterly, realizing he’d been too quick to fly to her side, see what was going on. His own fears about not being good enough for her had led him into this mess. Still he couldn’t complain. He was there with her, and she was still his.
“I would never leave you again,” Kim vowed suddenly, her face still tear stained but with a look of determination that he remembered from their days as rangers together. “*Never*. I wouldn’t be able to survive without you again.”
“I’m sorry Kim, I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions…”
Feeling the guilt rolling off him in waves, she did the only thing she could think of; she simply walked up to him and wound her arms around his waist, turning into his chest. As his arms wrapped around her, he felt himself let go of the anger and fear. She was real and in *his* arms.
Just where she belonged.
As Tommy held Kim tightly in his embrace, feeling complete in every sense of the word, he wondered what they were going to do now.
Kim of course was one step ahead of him, as she eased away from his chest enough to murmur her question.
“So, you coming back to the room with me?”
He started at that, pushing her out at half-arm’s length to stare her in the eyes. The seriousness there was mixed with regret and over it all was a fiery longing.
It had been too long since he’d seen her…
“You’re okay with this? I mean, I really was a jerk,” he stated, starting to feel like the caveman that Kim always accused him of being.
“I *love* you. And in truth, you flying all the way to Greece to ‘rescue’ me from Chris is actually sort of romantic. By the way, why did you fly here, rather than wait for me to call? You should have known I would…”
“Kira and Conner,” he replied embarrassed. “I was already sort of worried, and they convinced me that I should come over here and take care of business, so to speak.”
Kim sighed, and then smiled her most radiant grin at the man she loved. He was flawed, always feeling guilty or not worthy of what he had. But in his heart, he was a hero, and he loved her more than anything on this Earth. And that made her love him all the more.
“Well, since you’re here, let’s make the most of it, shall we? It’s still two weeks until the games finish…”
Tommy couldn’t help the leer that crept across his face as her eyebrows rose and she winked at him. Without another word, he leaned down and kissed her soundly, pulling her back into his embrace as she threw her arms around his neck.
Enclosed as they were in their own world, the fact that they were kissing heatedly in the middle of the street hadn’t hit them until a passerby whistled at them. Instantly Tommy came back to his senses, turning slightly to stare at the guy who’d gone past, and realized that he and Kim were gaining a lot more attention than he liked. Especially the way that she was staring at him, as if she wanted to devour him right there…
“Let’s get a taxi back to the Olympic Village, like now,” he suggested, her close proximity and their heated kisses having already put his neglected sex drive into high gear.
Without a word, she grabbed his hands and headed them towards the cross streets. There was lots of foot traffic, and finding a cab actually wasn’t as tough as she had feared. She had to thank the extra visitors, as every drive was probably out and about, hoping to make as much money from the Olympic tourists as they could.
“The Olympic Village – residential gate please,” Kim stated as she got in, pulling Tommy in after her.
Once the door slammed behind them, the small car was off, weaving through the small streets. In fifteen minutes, which Tommy attributed to the guy behind the wheel going faster than he should have been going or knowing where all the shortcuts were. Still, considering he was trying to keep his hands off Kim, lest he give the guy more of a show than he deserved, he had to focus on something…
When the cab finally stopped, Kim climbed out and paid the driver. She stood in the street with Tommy as he drove off, leaving them in front of the entrance to the Olympic Village, closer to the residential gate than the International area. Catching his hand in hers, Kimberly walked them to the security gate, ignoring the looks of some of the athletes and coaches going in and out of the secured area.
“He’s with me,” Kim stated to the guard who wasn’t the same one who had been on duty earlier, which Tommy was more than a little happy about.
The man verified her credentials and asked for Tommy’s ID. When he’d looked over his passport, he handed Tommy a plastic badge with ‘visitor’ in large letters on it. As soon as he noted the badge being given to Tommy on his log, he pressed a button, opening the gate.
The two of them walked along the pathway towards the seemingly limitless area of the residential area. The white and blue trimmed apartment style buildings housing the athletes and coaches loomed ahead of them. There were lots of people walking about, even though it was already late.
Taking the elevator, Tommy enfolded Kim in his arms as they made their way up to Kim’s floor, but the ride was over too soon, as the elevator doors opened and the floor indicator chimed.
“When do you leave?” Kim asked as they exited the elevator on her floor and walked hand in hand along the corridor to her apartment.
“Too soon,” he replied, gripping her hand tighter, and when she turned to look at him, his face fell slightly. “Noon tomorrow.”
“This wasn’t really a vacation Kim… I had to come here to make sure you were okay, that *we* were okay.”
“But tomorrow? Couldn’t you have gotten a flight in a few days?” Kim asked as they walked.
“Yeah, but I had no idea what I would find. Plus, where was I going to stay? I doubt there’s any hotels with vacancies with the Olympics going on.”
“You would have stayed with me…” she said with a frown and slightly quickened her pace as they walked down the corridor.
“And if you *had* decided to go back to Chris? No, I knew I couldn’t stay long, no matter what.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t want to be a distraction to you Kim,” Tommy said as they reached her door, and she slid her keycard into the lock. “You’re so close to accomplishing your dream, just in a different way. I’d be in the way. And I need to get back. The bad guys aren’t going to wait for me to get back.”
She nodded in understanding. They both still had their responsibilities. So there wasn’t any extra time to waste, Kim thought as she pushed the door open. She walked in, flipping on the light switch as Tommy followed he.
“We should go out tomorrow morning,” she stated as he closed the door behind them, staring at Tommy as he walked into the small apartment sized space of her accommodations and towards her.
“Sure,” he said distractedly.
He focused his gaze on her then, and Kim found herself unable to breathe. The look in his eyes ripped away the last vestiges of restraint from her, and she nearly flung herself into his embrace.
Tommy held Kim to him tightly, afraid of letting go, and Kim clutched him just as tightly. There never seemed to be enough time… Slowly they eased their grip on one another only enough to allow their hands to roam with a caress here and a touch there, as they indulged in desperate, passionate kisses as they moved towards the bed.
With now practiced ease, Tommy slid his hands between Kim’s blouse and her soft skin. He had to say that he was glad of the hot weather of Athens, as the few clothes she was wearing were easy access and somewhat sheer. Near his feet, he noticed her kick off her shoes as she groped at his waistband, wanting to rid him of the shirts baring his sculpted chest from her view.
“Clothes…” she murmured as she briefly pulled her lips from his before meeting them again with a fire that matched their passion.
Pausing long enough to delve his tongue into her mouth to meet and play with hers for a few moments, Tommy reluctantly released Kim, and reached for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it and the button down over it off. With a casual toss, he threw it away from them, and found Kim’s gaze riveted to his bare skin.
Kim stared for a minute, taking in those strong arms and fine muscles on the man she loved more than life. Over the years, he’d gained muscle and definition, and while she’d thought he was handsome when they were teens, now he was literally a Greek god in her opinion.
Still, there were too many clothes between his skin and hers.
In a similar move as Tommy’s, Kim crossed her arms before her, and took hold of the hem of the frilly blouse. With a tug, she pulled it over her head and tossed it away. Her front clasp bra was next, and she popped the white plastic fastener and shimmied the straps off her shoulders to let the garment fall to the floor behind her.
Desire blazed in Tommy’s eyes as he took in the silken curves of the woman before him. Since the day they had met, no woman had ever made him dizzy with passion like Kim did. It was one of the reasons he knew that she was his soul mate, the woman he was meant to be with.
And he meant to reinforce that fact now.
“Pants,” Tommy said with a rough velvet tone, as he reached for his own button flies.
Toeing off his boots, Tommy stripped off the blue jeans he was wearing as Kim slipped out of her own tan cotton capris. Before he could move to pull his socks off, Kim was back in his arms again, the plain white cotton of his briefs and her lacy white panties the only thing between them. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her hardened nipples poking into his skin.
Pulling his head down to hers, Kim sealed their lips into another heated kiss, her hands running through the short, spiked hair that she’d learned to like on him. As they kissed, Tommy pulled her hips forward, pressing his steely hard-on into her soft stomach.
Once his erection pressed tightly against her, Kim was undone. Breaking her grip on his head, she skimmed her hands along his skin until she reached the waistband of his shorts. With a deft hand, she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic and moved to encircle his heavy length.
When Kim’s fingers touched his cock, Tommy felt his body respond instantly, coiling for the pleasure they knew at her hands. But he didn’t want a hand job, or even a blow job. He wanted to claim this woman before him by burying himself in her and never leaving. At least for a little while.
Reaching down, he caught her wrist in his hand, stopping her cold as he broke the kiss to look at her. Her eyes snapped open and she found his chocolate brown eyes gazing down on her. His lips were pulled into his lopsided grin, so she knew things were okay, but she didn’t know why he’d stopped her.
“I want to come in you Kim… no other way tonight. I need to be with you,” he announced in a thick tone, and she nodded, her tongue coming out to wet her kiss-swollen lips at the rightness of his words.
Releasing him, she backed up to her bed and threw the covers and sheets to the side. When she’d seen the double bed for the first time as the team had entered their rooms at the athlete’s village, she’d wished that she’d had someone to share it with… and now he was here.
Tommy pulled off his socks and reached down to his pants, pulling out his wallet and fishing a condom from it. He’d told Kim that he hadn’t known if she was still his, but he had carried one in his wallet, just in case things were as he hoped they were supposed to be.
Moving to meet her at the bed’s edge, Kim took the condom from him and placed it on her nightstand. They’d get it soon enough. But for now she wanted his hands on her. Grasping his hands in a tender touch, she guided them to her breasts, offering herself up to him again. This time Tommy took up her invitation, gently caressing them, allowing his thumbs to flick over the hard buds at the center, sending a moan of pleasure from Kim’s throat as her head fell back.
“Yes… oh God, I love how you touch me,” she groaned before another swipe of his fingers took both breath and speech away from her.
Smiling at his love, Tommy focused on bringing her to the edge before they consummated their passions fully. Leaning forward, he kissed her lips briefly before moving to lick and nibble at her ear. He followed the curve of her throat, sucking lightly at the spot between her shoulder and neck that drove her wild. Kim moaned and writhed in his embrace, letting her hands at his waist float down to fist over his ass.
The touch of her hands on his rear broke Tommy’s control, and all he could think of was coming with her… now. Removing his hands from her breasts, he reached down and yanked at the waistband of her panties, nearly ripping them and only pulling them halfway down her shapely, yet short legs.
Kim came back to herself at that moment, trying not to giggle at her love’s impetuousness. Easing back a half step, she shimmied out of the underwear, baring her fully to his gaze.
“You are so gorgeous Beautiful,” Tommy stated in awe. How could she be more stunning every time he saw her? It just wasn’t possible.
She gave him that megawatt smile of hers and reached for him, her fingers sliding between the elastic of his waistband and the skin of his stomach. This time he didn’t stop her, and she leaned forward to pull them down to his ankles, where he kicked them aside. His cock, freed of the cotton confinements jutted out, just as anxious as Tommy to sheath itself in the hot wetness of Kim’s body.
Turning back to the nightstand, Kim snatched up the condom package, ripping the edge and slipping the latex out. With Tommy’s hands over hers, they unrolled the condom over his raging erection, with Tommy closing his eyes to keep from coming just at her touch again.
The task complete, Kim took his hands again and guided them to the bed. She sat down and the turned to lay down, pulling Tommy along with her, covering her naked flesh with the heated blanket of his body. As he settled over her, she spread her legs, letting him rest more fully within her thighs and so close to her opening that they both groaned at the feeling.
“I love you Thomas James Oliver,” Kim said softly as she leaned up slightly to kiss him, her hips moving along with her and nearly forcing the tip of his erection inside of her. “Only you… always.”
“I love you, so much… always,” Tommy replied, and with his last word, he pushed himself into her.
As his cock slid into her, Kim moaned, the feeling of being joined with him overwhelming her senses. For Tommy, it was like being engulfed in tight, liquid heat. There were no words. They were made for each other. And as he slid back out only to slide back into her fully, he knew it was the truth.
He kept a slow pace, his head bowed and his eyes closed as he concentrated in making this last. But the passion was beyond either of them to control, and when Kim reached a hand up to cup his cheek, his eyes eased open to find her soft brown eyes glowing as she watched him. They smiled, as if understanding the significance of their reunion. All the obstacles were almost gone. They had their entire future ahead of them.
This was just the beginning.
Spurred on by the fire between them. Tommy let himself sped up his motions, thrusting faster and harder into the woman clutching him tightly to her; Kim’s fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders, and her feet hooking around his calves. As they strained harder and harder against one another, Tommy leaned down to lock their lips together, before the first shudders of Kim’s climax started to grip his cock.
Redoubling his efforts, he slammed three more times into her, hearing her moan turn towards a scream and he shouted her name as they reached the end. Coming together, their ecstasy mirroring the other’s, there was no doubt in either of their minds that this was where they belonged.
Exhausted not only from his passionate release but the long flight, Tommy eased his cock out of Kim and stripped the latex condom from his flesh. Tossing it away, he turned to find Kim stretched out beside him, watching him with heavy eyelids. Pulling the blankets back with him, he curled into her, throwing his arms over her body as she scooted into his embrace.
And then sleep did come… now that they’d assured one another of their commitment to one another.
A/N2: 1. Mikrolimano is an actual restaurant in Athens, but where exactly it is and if it looks like my description is something I don’t know.
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