Writer's Note: This is a work of pure fiction. This is rated MA (adult/mature entertainment) for graphic description and strong words of the erotic type. If this is not your reading taste, try another story.

Some of my friends enjoyed my first fanfiction on my current favourite TV couple (Rachel Scott and Tom Chandler - Scotch) and I have deigned to give a SECOND one-shot.

I am referencing this to my favourite story here in FF-TLS, Red Flag, by MorningGlory2, who convinced me to (1) join FFnet, (2) to try my hand in writing and (3) post a 2nd story.

This takes place after the Deer Park Team returns to the Nathan James and before the wedding. In this universe, Rachel did not get shot.

For those of you who are mature enough to appreciate erotica, I hope you enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Last Ship or any of its characters.

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ANGER MANAGEMENT

It was on a clear late afternoon when the Nathan James received the radio call from the Deer Park expedition team. It was a relief to hear from the team after 3 days when they left the ship to accompany the XO in searching for his family.

Tom was standing on deck awaiting the return of the RHIBS that were on shore to meet them. 3 days of no communication. 3 days of not laying eyes on Rachel.

Despite his initial anger with her decision to join the expedition, he found himself restless and anxious during her absence. He missed her presence in the ship. Not only him but his children as well.

Morning, noon and before going to bed, Sam will ask him, "Dad, have you heard from Rachel yet?"

Ashley was more subtle, she does not ask as Sam does but her frequent comments of missing Rachel likewise bothered him.

Right this moment, standing on deck, he could not contain his excitement of seeing her again. Radio communication with the XO revealed that he has found his wife and two daughters. What is more surprising is that his brother, Jimmy, and sister, Jenny and another young child, are coming on board as well.

Despite losing Darien, he could not have asked for more considering that almost all of his family will soon be with him.

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Rachel was the first one to climb from the RHIB to the Nathan James.

Upon seeing her, Tom's heart leaped with happiness and although he barely kept his hands to himself, his eyes shone with happiness when he greeted her, "Welcome back, Dr. Scott!"

Rachel was dismayed that the XO decided that she would be the one to climb aboard first. She knew that Tom will be on deck to meet everyone from the field. She had hoped that the Slatterys or the Chandlers will be the first ones to board. She certainly does not need Tom's undivided attention on her.

"Thank you, Capt. Chandler," she replied coldly, with a brief nod.

Despite feeling that Rachel's anger does not seem to have diminished, Tom still tried to engage her, "How was your trip?"

Not wanting to spend any more time on deck with him, Rachel replied, "I am sure the XO will brief you of the events of our trip, Captain. If you would excuse me, I would like to retire to my cabin." Without waiting for his acknowledgment, Rachel walked off.

Tom followed her with his gaze as more people climbed on board. He decided that he will deal with her later. But he felt slighted by her dismissive and cold attitude towards him.

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Two days have passed since the group's return to the ship. As Rachel has decided that she will put distance between her and Tom, she has avoided him at all costs. Most of the time, she confined herself in her laboratory or in her cabin. She only came to the wardroom for her meals at odd hours in the morning or night when she knows there is no chance of a run-in with Tom.

It was more difficult to evade the children. They were always afoot. As she cannot avoid them totally, she managed to limit their encounters to a few minutes in the morning and afternoon. She likewise resisted Ashley's and Sam's invitation to her to join them for meals or movies or study sessions.

During her brief time on land, she was able to decide that if the Nathan James becomes too small for her to avoid Tom, seeking other viable options on land to produce the cure is the next option. She thought that starting to establish radio communications while so close at land may be the best possible course at attempts to contact the CDC or WHO.

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Tom was doing his workouts in the gym. The last two days have kept him busy. Finding suitable accommodations for the new members who came onboard and debriefing of the team have consumed his time.

It also took his mind off Rachel. Almost. During his free time, she preoccupied his thoughts. Like now.

Apart from their hasty meeting on deck, he has not seen her. He visited her lab twice but during both times, he found that she was not there. He did not attempt to visit her cabin as he is not yet ready to confront her. Frankly, he wanted his emotions to be under control before seeing her again.

He still could not fully overcome his anger and fear of her audacity to set foot on land where so many dangers lie. During the debriefing, he found out that the team actually came under fire when they initially encountered Jimmy. There was a skirmish of sorts until Mike sorted out their identities. Bullets were exchanged and Rachel nearly took one if not for Tex's quick reflexes of shielding her.

Tex.

While he was the one who ensured that Tex join the team as added protection for Rachel, he could not help but feel jealous that Tex was her protector and constant companion during the trip.

This was confirmed by the team when he asked about the details as to how they got back and the logistics of their return. When he looked at the man in question after he knew that he was the one who protected Rachel, Tex had a look about him that he could not read. Something between sympathy and irritation. He was not sure. He has been aware of Tex's attraction to Rachel from the beginning.

Although he and Rachel have been intimate twice already and have more or less admitted their feelings to one another, his claim on her is at best tenuous. And if their brief interaction on deck is any indication, he is not sure if there is any "us" to speak of or if "us" is now a "was."

The door to the gym slowly opened and a head peaked in.

"Daddy!" Tom was startled by Ashley's sudden call.

"Hi, baby girl!" Tom greeted his daughter and saw Sam trailing behind her. He placed the dumbbell he was using on the rack and grabbed his towel. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Hi, Dad! We're looking for you!" Sam declared. Then he nudged Ashley beside him.

Tom noticed his daughter's demeanor. She had a worried look about her and Tom became concerned.

He took both of his children on each of his side and led them to sit on a bench. Both were quiet. Ashley refused to look at him. "What is it, Ash?"

Ashley was silent for a few minutes until she whispered, "Daddy, is Rachel angry with us?"

Immediately, Tom's heartbeat quickened at her question. "Why do you say that, Ash?"

"Well, since she came back, we have not seen her much…"

"Ash, you know that she's doing research and work in her lab. Dr. Scott is also working on this ship, you know." Tom gently cut-off while tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

"But, Daddy, before she went on land, she always joined us for movies or meals or lesson time!" Sam interjected. "When she came back, she's always saying no to us!"

Sam was nearly tearful after finishing his confession and Ashley kept nodding her head in agreement. "She just tells us that she has stuff to do. But Bertrise is always with her in the lab. How come she doesn't want us with her anymore? We barely see her!"

Tom felt the shadows of his anger returning. If Rachel wants to avoid him, she should not involve the children in whatever bind they have found themselves in.

"Doesn't she like us anymore? Did I do something wrong?" Sam was already crying. "I know I broke something in her lab but I already said sorry and she said that it was fine!" he sobbed.

Tom gathered Sam into his arms and stroked his back while his sobbing subsided. "Buddy, it's not your fault. If Rachel says it's okay, it's okay."

He turned Sam to face him and gathered Ashley towards him as well. He is now facing his two children. "Guys, I am sure that it's not like that. Rachel is probably under a lot of stress, she must be tired from traveling and coming back from Deer Park. You have to give her a break, okay?"

Sam sniffled, nodded and burrowed again on his shoulder. Ashley slowly nodded as well. He kissed both of them saying, "Come on, let's get you both to bed. It's late."

Rachel, what the hell are you doing? He thought angrily and decided that come hell or high water, they're settling the score tonight.

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Postponing his shower after tucking his babies to bed, Tom started on his way towards the lab. When he entered, the lights were muted and despite his search, Rachel does not appear to be there.

He can feel his adrenaline pumping with indignation at every step he took towards the Doctor's quarters. He must have looked like a thundercloud as the few ensigns he encountered along the p-ways scuttled to avoid him.

Upon reaching his target's door, he rapped his knuckles on the steel door. The knock resounding along the hallway. He did not mind this considering that Rachel's cabin is located in an isolated area close to the aft and he knows that the quarters here have more than enough insulations to mute the harsh sounds of the ship's turbines.

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Rachel was in her night clothes of spaghetti tops and boy shorts panty doing her stretches on her mat when she heard the loud knocking on her door. She has a nagging idea who it is.

She lazily got up and even contemplated not answering her door. "Bloody hell! Better get on with this show!" she angrily thought and yanked open the steel door.

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Tom was surprised when the door was suddenly yanked open and he saw Rachel standing in front of him in her night clothes. Despite his anger, he felt heat start to throb in his veins and a twisted sense of anticipation in confronting her.

Rachel gave Tom a penetrating stare, taking in his gym shirt and shorts. It was obvious that he was also doing his evening calisthenics.

"Good evening, Captain. To what do I owe this visit?" she crisply asked.

Tom held Rachel's stinging gaze with a flinty one of his own. He pushed open the door and allowed himself in. Rachel moved to the center of her small room with her arms akimbo while Tom shut the door. He faced her with both of his hands at his sides.

"What the hell, Rachel!" he said quietly but forcefully. "Leave the kids out of this!"

Rachel's stare became harder and she took two steps forward toward him. Less than a foot now separated them. "What DO you mean leave the children out of this?"

"I know damn well that you're angry with me…." he started, but she suddenly cut in.

"How brilliant of you to know that!"

Tom raised his forefinger in front of her face, "I'm still talking!"

She scoffed but held her tongue.

"Let me repeat myself," he said with clenched teeth, "I know that you're angry with me. I can accept that. But what I cannot accept is that you're involving the children in your anger with me! You have no right to do that to them! They are innocent of whatever is between us. They have just recently lost their Mother and I would not have you hurting them to get back at me…" his voice has raised in tone and volume.

Tom felt the stinging slap of Rachel's hand on his cheek. He clenched his hands to prevent himself from grabbing her. He was surprised by the strength behind her slap as she managed to turn his head to the right.

"HOW DARE YOU! How dare you accuse me of hurting them!" she shouted. "Yes, I am angry with you! Yes, I am distancing myself from you! But you are wrong to accuse me that my anger extends to your children! So wrong!" Her eyes were blazing with anger. Her demeanour was even more furious than when he forced her to confess the purpose of her mission on the ship before. They were basically at each other's throats now.

With nostrils flaring, Tom bit back, "Then how do you explain that my children feel that you do not want them around you? You refuse to join them in the usual activities that you used to do before you left for Deer Park. They do not understand your avoidance of them. They are thinking, Rachel, they are thinking that they did something wrong!" he roared.

Rachel took a deep breath and clenched her jaws. "Yes, I must admit that I have been limiting my time with them. Yes, I no longer join them in our usual activities. But it is never because that I am angry with them or because of my anger with you."

Rachel was startled when she suddenly felt Tom grab both of her upper arms. She struggled against his hold but his hands were like vices. "Explain what you mean," he stated furiously.

With her hands trying to free themselves from his grip, she gave a strong sigh and said, "I have made some realizations during the trip. I realized that whatever is between us happened at the wrong time. You're not ready for it and I do not want to keep secrets anymore. Thus, I have determined that the best course of action for me is to put distance between us." He was breathing heavily while maintaining eye contact with her. A pulse visibly ticking at his jawline.

"That does not explain your attitude towards the children."

"That's because I have a second realization. I realized that I may not be able to produce more of the cure here on the ship and I need to start trying to establish radio communication with the CDC or WHO," she calmly replied as if explaining to a child.

Tom's hold barely loosened when he said, "And so….."

"And so, when I am able to establish contact with the CDC or WHO, I will definitely be leaving the ship. And I need to prepare the children to the eventuality that I will not be around them forever on this ship."

Tom felt heat explode somewhere from his chest when he heard the word "leaving." His vision tunneled to her face and the rest of her words sounded as if coming from a cave. His grip tightened even more on her arms.

"Thus, I am limiting the time that we spend together in order that they will slowly get used to the idea of me not being around here anymore," she continued. "If you think that I am taking any pleasure from this act, think again!"

"You are confident that you will be able to contact the CDC or WHO?" he said gratingly.

"My confidence may not have any basis. But I am sure that it is only a matter of time before I contact somebody in the CDC or WHO or somebody from the scientific community connected to them," she said matter-of-factly. "They both have networks across the world and I refuse to believe that all of them have succumbed to the virus. Thus, my hope of contacting somebody. You have to admit what I am saying can become reality and I can come and go from the Nathan James. I do not need your permission…."

She was unable to finish her sentence as her voice was muffled by Tom's lips on hers. Hard and angry. He released her arms only to enclose her in a locked embrace with a hand on her buttocks pulling her close to him and the other behind her neck. She was trapped against his hard body.

Tom felt panic and anger flowing in his blood at hearing her plan of leaving the Nathan James…of leaving him. He did not want to hear the rest of the words. Putting his lips on hers effectively put a stop to her tirade.

Rachel was shocked to feel his lips on hers, his tongue trying to slip past her lips. She struggled against his stronghold, her hands pressing on his chest, her head trying to avoid his insistent lips but the hand behind her neck proved that move as futile. She tried all her might to keep her lips sealed against his persistent tongue.

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Tom felt Rachel struggling against him. Her lips shut and unyielding. His anger has diminished to give into the fear of her leaving the Nathan James permanently. He knows that this may not be the best tactic to settle the issue but he has to try. Desperation is not a feeling that sits comfortably in him.

He has to make her realize that she cannot walk away from their feelings. That she cannot walk away from him. He will not allow it. He will not even allow her to contemplate it. Her absence has proven to him that their connection has been stronger than he initially realized. She has become as necessary as water to his life.

They're together now and he will never let her go. He may not have consciously decided this but he knows that if he let her go or allow her to think that she can leave him, he will never be able to live it down.

With this realization and the determination to change the course of her decision, he tried a different tactic.

"All is fair in love and war," he thought.

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Rachel managed to repel the insistence of his tongue to enter her mouth until she felt his tongue gently swiping at her lips, his teeth capturing her lower lip and gently biting it only to be soothed by his tongue. She felt her heart beating madly at the sudden change of tactics. She tried to harden her resolve to remain unattached and thwart his attempts.

Despite the courting tactic that Tom employed on Rachel's lips, she still managed to deny him entry. He maintained his hold behind her neck when he suddenly moved his other hand from her lower back to cup her sex from the front. The shock caused a gasp from Rachel allowing his tongue to triumphantly enter and engage hers.

Rachel renewed her struggle. Her hands alternating between pushing on his chest and hitting it. It was like hitting concrete wall. Tom continued to explore her mouth hungrily and caress her sex through her panty. Feeling distraught, Rachel raised her right leg and hooked her foot behind one of Tom's knees yanking it forward. Caught off-balance, they both tumbled down to her mat with Rachel beneath him.

Tom raised himself on one of his elbows eyeing Rachel. Rachel has both of her hands against his chest and was eyeing him warily as well.

Several seconds of silence and unwavering stares.

"Rachel, I thought you said that we're in this together now," he said. "You said that you'll always be straight with me," he said accusingly.

"That was before," she replied hoarsely. "Before I had these overpowering emotions for you. Before you decided that our relationship cannot be out in the open."

"Allow me some time to think on things. It is also difficult for me to hide what I feel for you. But leaving the Nathan James is out of the question," he forcefully told her.

"Well, I'm sorry but THAT is not for you to conclude for me," she angrily retorted.

"We're in this together now!" he roared, "Promise me that we will decide on your course of action together."

Rachel was staring behind his head. Quiet. Her stubborn jaw set. Her eyes burning.

"No."

Tom suddenly took both of her wrists in one of his hands and raised them above her head. He raised himself up on his knees, placing himself between her thighs, forcing them to open wide.

Fury and fear coursing rolled in waves through his whole being. But to the outside, his set jaw and blazing eyes exuded anger and determination.

"Prepare to change your mind. Before this night is over, I will convince you to change your mind!" he declared before descending upon her.

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Tom raised her loose tops baring her beautiful breasts to him. His free hand cupped a breast, kneading it, his fingers pinching her nipple and feeling it unfurling, he pulled it forward before strumming it. He alternated these motions between her exposed mounds until both nipples were standing at attention. Almost like begging for his lips to sip from them.

Rachel turned her head to one side and bit her tongue to keep from crying out. She knows that her body is responding to the desire it feels for this man above her and she prayed that she would not betray herself further. But she can feel the moisture gathering at the juncture of her legs.

Tom was closely watching Rachel's reactions. Although she remained quiet, he can see her pulse beating wildly by her neck, her breaths coming in short and fast. He continued kneading both of her breasts and pulling on her turgid nipples. Deciding to up his game, he bent and laved her nipples with his burning tongue. Laving them wetly while keeping his eyes on her. He saw her shut her eyes and her chest started to heave.

With his mouth and tongue busy, one of his fingers started tracing lines from her sternum to her navel. Making hot circles on her skin. Tom saw goose bumps break out and her body flushing. As his finger continued making circles in a southward direction, he decided to suck on her breast. Like a babe hungry for its mother's milk. Sucking sounds emanated in the small room.

Rachel started to struggle, "Tom, stop it!" she demanded breathlessly. "Stop it!"

Tom released her nipple, his finger stopping at the edge of her panty, "You have to promise me first, Rachel," he said with a devilish smirk.

"Damn you!"

"Never say that I didn't warn you, baby!" he goaded, capturing her other breast. His hand going beneath her panty straight to her core. Once there, his finger started touching her slit from top to bottom avoiding her cleft.

Rachel felt herself drowning in pleasure. His mouth and tongue in their unrelenting sucking. She can feel her breasts getting sore from his sucking. Although she continued to struggle, she can feel her attempts waning in view of his assault. She cannot control the growing moisture in her nether regions. Rachel knows it's just a matter of time before he discovers them for himself.

"Ooohhh….baby, what's this?..." Tom crooned to her chest and his finger dipped in her cunt, feeling her juices, allowing his thick digit to slide in her tunnel, "you're so wet already…hmmmm…..your juices….so hot…." he continued to slide his finger to her core, adding a second one. He alternated between sliding them and doing circular motions as if stirring something.

"Noooo….." Rachel sobbed on her side, towards her raised shoulder. Her defenses crumbling in the onslaught of lust and desire. "Nooooo, noooooo, oh please no!" her hands clenching, her feet intertwining with his between her legs, trying to put purchase to her struggles. Her whole body throbbing.

Tom added a third finger to join the twins. Her juices accommodating them but he can feel the tightness already. He slid them in long and slow intervals. Rachel was now moaning in protest to his actions. He brought his mouth to hers and dueled hotly with her tongue as he continued to finger-fuck her to submission.

Rachel was already incoherent. She can only respond with her tongue, sucking on his as it explored her cavern deeply. She wanted so badly to touch his skin, rake her nails on his back and taste him anywhere. But her pride prevented her from surrendering her principles.

When Tom felt Rachel's flesh starting to clench his digits, he pulled them out, brought her captured hands in front of her and removed her panty throwing them under her bunk.

"What are you doing?!" Rachel shrieked at him. "Let me go!"

"Not yet, baby…not yet…." He grinned up at her, his tongue wetting his lips in anticipation, "I have to taste your juices…. I missed you so much and it's been nearly a week since I have tasted you…..a week of torture, Rachel…..for that alone, you deserve to be punished." He placed his shoulders between her thighs, as his left hand held both her wrists to her front, his arm trapping her right thigh to the floor, his right hand held her left bottom cheek and raised her thigh. Baring her to him.

Rachel felt exposed. Tom has effectively trapped her on the mat and she can feel the breath from his nostrils fanning her pussy. She stilled in her struggles knowing that the inevitable has arrived.

"You're so beautiful, Rachel! Your flower looks so luscious and juicy….did you miss this?" Tom murmured, staring intently at her flaunted flesh. "I know I missed this….I'm so hungry for you….let me remember your taste."

Without further ado, Tom's pointed tongue made contact with Rachel's exposed clit, plucking like a butterfly's wings. A frisson of electricity traveled from where his tongue met her clit and radiated to her body. Rachel shuddered.

"I think you missed me, Rachel…..God knows how much I missed you in my arms, your taste in my tongue, your body on mine," he stated meeting her wild eyes. His tongue licked her sex from her slit to clit. Several times. Insistent. Wet and hot. Rachel could just moan, her resignation at hand.

Tom spread her further with his thumb and wedged his tongue between her slit. Once there, he started flicking inside, seeking deeper and deeper until it was buried in her flesh. Her juices oozing copiously on his tongue. Once buried, he continued to swipe his tongue on her inner walls, making internal caresses, and Rachel had nowhere to run.

"TOOOOMMMMM…..!" she howled in a prolonged moan. Her upper body arching from the mat. "Oh! Oh!...ohmygod….please, please….Tommmm….." she could see his head buried between her legs, his nose touching her intimate parts.

Knowing that she has ceased resisting, Tom released her hands and thigh. As he settled himself between her legs, he placed her thighs on this shoulders and anchored them in place with his hands. He went back to his enjoyment of his meal with renewed lustiness.

Rachel grabbed his head with both of her hands, raking her fingers through his hair in an attempt to unlock herself from his assault on her pussy. She was frenzied in her bid to find reprieve from his prying teeth and tongue. She tried pushing him with her feet . All were exercises in futility. Tom just went on his continued assault with his mouth and tongue.

"Tom, please….please…enough…..enough! ohgod! Enough…" she sobbed incoherently. "I need to come! Please...please….."

Tom slowed down his onslaught on her flesh and removed his tongue from her slit. The areas around his mouth and chin shining with her juices. With a final swipe to her slit and a soft blow of breath, he raised himself from between her thighs towards her face.

Rachel's hands clawed at his chest, his arms, his back, her legs twining on his hips like vices. As he came closer to her, she raised herself up and her mouth clamping on his neck, sucking the skin there. Giving open-mouth kisses on his chest, sucking his nipples and giving bite marks. She was desperate to touch and taste him. The light sheen of sweat on his hot body enhancing his masculine taste on her tongue.

Feeling Rachel's hot mouth and hands on his skin was enough to drive him mad and forget his purpose in her room. But Tom's goal prevailed.

Taking hold of her long tresses, he pulled Rachel from her worship of his chest.

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Tom sat up and placed Rachel on his lap. One hand on her behind and the other below her shoulders. As she is such a petite woman, his hand below her shoulders can actually reach for a breast.

Rachel's lust was consuming her. She missed Tom and what his body can do to hers. She cannot deny that their chemistry has always been explosive, in and out of bed. She can feel his erection between them and she cannot help but gyrate her hips in the hopes of tempting Tom to enter her.

Tom kissed Rachel. This time, she readily accepted his marauding tongue, sparred with it and they alternately sucked on each other. It was a deep exploring kiss. A kiss between parched lovers. Wet and hot. Tom pulled back a bit, placing his forehead to hers to maintain their contact.

"What happened between you and Tex in Deer Park?" he softly asked, looking at her lambent eyes.

Rachel reared back but not so far as Tom's hold prevented her, "Nothing!" she replied with a questioning look, "He did save me from catching a bullet though!"

"Did you tell him about your plans for the CDC or WHO?" he continued while caressing the expanse of her back.

"I mentioned it to him, yes. He said that he'd gladly go with me should I decide to be land-based," Rachel confessed and avoided his eyes. She felt Tom still and she stiffened as well.

Tom could feel the claws of jealousy eating at him, his face becoming a ruddy hue. He now understood the look that Tex gave him during the debriefing. He knew what Rachel planned already. Ahead of him.

"Damn you, Rachel! How come you told him but I had to force it out of you? Why? Why?" Tom was yelling at her. A pulse ticking wildly at his jaw and his eyes flashing with anger and jealousy.

"Tom..." Rachel started in a placating manner, trying to bring his face close to her, "it was just idle conversation... don't be jealous..."

"I am NOT jealous!" he fired back, denying that the green monster has overtaken his rational thinking.

"Tex means nothing... he's just a friend," Rachel whispered to his ears. "I really meant to tell you my plans..."

"Really? Prove it!"

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Rachel suddenly found herself on her back on the mat again. An angry Tom above her. His mouth suddenly on hers. Realizing that Tom was acting on his jealousy, she decided to take whatever punishment he would give to assuage his feelings.

"I shouldn't have let Tex come with you to Deer Park!" Tom muttered after releasing her lips and moving down her throat towards her sensitive breasts. One hand going to her centre.

As soon as Tom's mouth latched onto her breast, a thick finger plunged into her wet heat. "Toommmmm!..." Rachel screamed, her hands clawing at his scalp and back. Her body writhing on the hard surface of the floor.

"Does Tex mean something to you?" he asked, gimlet-eyed as he switched breasts and continued plunging his finger in her tight tunnel.

"No! No! Tom, he's nothing...please!... please! He means nothing!" she cried.

"Oh yeah?" he muttered to her ear. He removed his finger but plunged again, this time with another. Rachel tried to draw him tighter, feeling the crest building.

"Yes, baby...yes...please... don't be mad...I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I told him my plans..." she frantically answered. His fingers stirring within her walls. Tom has sunk them knuckle-deep within her pussy but it's still not enough...she needs something harder, thicker, to quench her lust. "Oh god...ohgod! Tom ...ohgod!...Tom...please!" she continued her pleading.

Tom pulled his fingers from her, arranged himself between her thighs and leaned towards her, placing his left arm under her shoulders, pillowing her with it. Rachel saw his other hand reach between them and took hold of his hard on. Guiding it towards her slit. Tom began kissing her again.

As Rachel's tongue began tangling again with Tom's, she placed both of her arms around his neck and brought him closer to her. Her long moan was muffled by his mouth as she felt the head of his cock at her entrance.

Tom guided his cock, the tip dipping inside and coating it with her juices. Although it took all his willpower not to plunge into her heat, he rubbed the coated head along her slit. Upward towards her clit, then down ward again up to her cleft. Dipping again in her juices and repeating the motion. Spreading her juices all over her slit and drenching his tool.

Rachel screamed into his mouth and wrenched away. Panting breathlessly. She could feel his cockhead almost at her entrance but Tom continued to just brush it along her weeping slit.

"Toomm...Tommm...please, baby, please... I need you so bad...please...I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Rachel sobbed, "I need you!"

"I'm going to give you want you want, honey...but first, I need some answers," he crooned, lodging his head in her opening. Stirring it slowly like what his fingers did earlier. "Do you love me?"

"Yes, Tom! Yes! I love you!" she cried out, Tom pushed his head in a little bit further, stirred and then pulled out. "No, Tom! Tom!...I need you inside...please, baby, please..."

Tom took hold of his erection once again and started his dip-brush-dip action on her slit. Rachel's torso has become so slicked with sweat that her top is almost drenched with it. The room likewise permeated with the scent of sex and their mingled sweat.

"I love you, Rachel, I love you!" he declared, "look at us! Look!"

He lifted his chest from hers and Rachel saw his cock, engorged, with the veins prominent, bathed in her juices. She saw it rubbing along her crevice, pre-cum starting to ooze from the tip and mixing with her own juices. The sight exacerbating her lust.

She grabbed Tom towards her and started kissing him madly. Fingers clawing at his sides, her legs spreading impossibly wider to invite him inside. "Ohhhh...ohhh...Tom, baby, we're in this together now...I'm sorry, my love, I'm sorry..." she placated him.

Hearing her words, Tom once again took hold of his towering erection and fed it to her weeping hole. Burying it to the hilt. Rachel saw his cock disappear and savoured the feeling of being glutted by his thick and unyielding flesh.

"Ohhhh...Toooommmmmmmm..." she wailed.

"This is all for you, baby, everything's for you," he whispered hotly to her, staring deeply into her eyes. He thrust forward, impossibly planting himself deeper in her. He pulled out until only the head remained in her sheath only to thrust deeply and embed his erection in her tight sheath. Tom created a flux and flow leisurely rhythm with their joined bodies.

"Rachel... who does this body belong to, baby?" Tom rasped.

"Yours, baby, yours!" she gasped out, breathless and delirious.

Tom buried himself deep and stirred his manhood. Hitting her walls and nerve endings. Rachel was now unceasing in her moans, "Tom...Tom!...ohgod ohgod ohgod...baby...ohgod! Tom..."

Tom held out from climaxing, wanting them to come together, "Who do you belong to, baby? Who?..." he groaned out his question.

He now alternated between thrusts and stirs half-way inside her slippery channel.

"Damn you, Thomas Chandler! I belong to you! I belong to you!" she screamed, "now take me, take me!...please!..." she begged.

"Oh Rachel, I am yours to command, baby!" he groaned deeply, staring into her wild and frantic eyes. Her face crimson from her exertions. Her hair spread out behind her.

Tom captured her lips once again, leaning on both his elbows and started thrusting deeply into Rachel. He can feel her meeting his thrusts, her feet planted on the floor, allowing her to rise slightly above the mat on his downward stroke.

Rachel met Tom's deep thrusts with her own, creating more friction between them. Building their wave to crest later. She heard her own moans and Tom's answering groans between their frantic kisses.

"Make me come, my love, make me come!" she begged, "please, baby, please... I need you! Make me come!"

Tom came up on his haunches and took Rachel's legs on his arms, spreading her wider and changing the angle of his penetration. Rachel was clutching on the mat, finding nowhere to hold on.

Tom then started thrusting, the angle allowing him to penetrate deeper into Rachel. He started a maddening pace, ploughing into her. With sweat dripping from his face to his chest, he beheld Rachel thrashing on the mat, her flushed breasts juggling with his thrusts, her hands clawed at the mat. She was sobbing his name and pleading with him. "More, baby, more! Harder...deeper...ohgod! nearly there...oh Tom!"

As Rachel's orgasm hit her, Tom felt her internal muscles clenching at him. She was calling out his name. He felt the added tightness to his buried cock, milking him, and with a couple of deep thrusts, he felt the immense flooding of his release. He shouted, "Rachel! Ohgod!"

He collapsed on her and Rachel enveloped him in her arms as she felt him pulsing deep within her. He was breathing heavily, his heart thudding wildly against her breast. She ran her palms from his head to his back, raining kisses on his face.

"I'm sorry I hit you," she whispered to him after they have both calmed down from their climb.

He turned his head towards her, "And I'm sorry for accusing you of hurting the kids." He kissed her softly on the lips. He then cradled her face on his hand and brushed her flushed cheek with his thumb.

"I meant what I said that we're in this together now. I'm sorry that I put doubts to your mind before you left for Deer Park. Rachel, please don't think that I can ever allow you to leave me. I love you too much for that, honey," he said while looking into her eyes, as if reading her soul, pleading with her to understand.

Rachel's eyes brimmed with tears and she nodded. "I love you too, Tom. We're in this together now and I will always be straight with you, no matter what," she declared. She snuggled into him and Tom laid on his back on the mat, settling her on his chest. They moaned in unison when their intimate connection was severed.

Tom chuckled and Rachel looked up at him, "What?" she arched her eyebrow at him.

"I never thought that the night will end this way! But no regrets, sweetheart, I missed you so much!" he grinned down at her knowingly.

"Jealousy can do that to you, Captain!"

"I was not jealous!" he denied hotly.

"Oh. I must have misunderstood. Then you wouldn't mind if I make another excursion..."

Before finishing the sentence, Rachel found herself on her back again and felt Tom's hardening member on her thigh.

"It seems, my love, that you have not learned anything from my punishment," he said with a wicked glint in his eyes.

FINIS

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