Walking in the door she threw her keys and purse down on the table and shrugged off her jacket laying it across the other items. Heading to the fridge she opened the freezer door and stared in hoping something would pop out and announce itself as appetizing. Unfortunately no such thing happened and letting the door shut put her hands to her temples rubbing softly willing the oncoming headache to go away. Rolling her head and shoulders she sighed resigning herself to the fact that the pain was not going to go away of its own will.

Turning slow circles her eyes fell on her staircase as he mind wandered to the bedroom door at the top and her lips began to curve upwards in a lazy smile as an idea came to her. Kicking off her shoes she reached underneath her shirt and undid her bra as she made her way out of the kitchen. Pulling the offensive object off thru the neck of her shirt she hung the item on the bottom post of her banister and made her way slowly up the steps pulling off her shirt as she went leaving it to lay abandoned. Easily her hands moved to the waistband of her cotton pants and upon reaching the top of the stairs let them fall on a pool before walking off and heading into her master bedroom.

Wandering around the room she picked up the candle lighter and lit the wicks of the various pink and white candles around the room sighing when the scent of vanilla and roses filled the air. Pausing at her CD player she hit play smiling as Jon Bon Jovi's husky voice filled her room, then headed to her bed setting down on the cool cotton sheets propping herself up against the massive wooden headboard. Reaching over to her nightstand she without looking pulled a frame off holding it in front of her eyes to take in the sight of the man in the picture.

The glossy 8 x 10 was one she had printed off herself. It was nothing more than a scan of him from a magazine that she liked. His massive arms were folded across his chest, which was covered by one of his standard black muscle shirts. She smiled as always at the wrinkled nose thinking of some bunny rabbit gone wrong. Chuckling, she was glad that the man in the photo couldn't somehow magically read her thoughts because she was sure he would not appreciate being compared to such a fuzzy and cuddly creature. In truth it was simply the wrinkle at the top between his eyebrows that always conjured the thought, but nonetheless she was glad she could keep it to herself. Resting the photo beside her momentarily she pulled off her underwear letting it drop onto the floor beside the bed before bending her legs so that her feet rested flat on the mattress and the picture could lie against her legs.

Taking a deep breath she let it out slowly as she stared into the intense eyes and let her mind wander. She always wondered what was going on inside his head when the picture was taken. Was he thinking about someone he wanted to break? Was he thinking of someone that had annoyed him? Was he imagining someone he wanted to fuck? Was he going over his list of the things he had to do when he got done? Smiling softly she couldn't help but decide that it was her he was thinking of. Behind the scowl and the wrinkled nose his mind was going over some fantasy of her or of the two of them. Something that kept him going when he was tired and just wanted to go home and couldn't. Running a finger over the tattooed arms in the picture she imagined them around her.

Slowly the headboard disappeared and it was not hardwood that her head rested against, but a hard muscular chest and strong arms were wrapped around her, holding her, comforting her, reminding her that he was there. As her eyes closed and her head tilted to one side lips were pressed to the side of her neck and strong hands roamed restlessly before cupping her breasts and taking her nipples between his fingers. Softly his name escaped her lips as she imagined his whiskers tickling her skin and whimpered softly wanting more from him.

Moving her hips it wasn't her fingers that found her wetness it was his hard cock as it eased inside of her. Softly he growled in her ear pushing her name through gritted teeth as she began to move over him taking him deep within her as his fingers touched her. "Please," she whispered feeling his arm tighten around her as his teeth nibbled at the sensitive skin behind her ear. Restlessly her legs moved on the bed used to being wrapped around his strong waist instead of left to flounder on the sheets. "Baby," she begged speeding her rhythm over him as his fingers matched her pace wishing she could see those piercing eyes of his. "Come for me," he growled in her ear. "Come Goddammit come!"

Gritting her teeth she arched her back and opening her eyes looked up at the hazel orbs staring down at her. "You… are…" she started and her mouth remained open, but her eyes closed tightly as her hands gripped his legs digging her fingernails into the pale skin. She heard his growl growing in volume and stars appeared before her eyes as her world exploded. Opening her eyes again she looked up at him still moving over his length. His eyes seemed to be burning into her and lazily she laughed knowing what he wanted… what he needed to hear. "You are such a fuckin' prick." The hazel eyes closed then as a sound erupted from his chest somewhere between a battle cry and something you would hear from a mating animal.

Opening her eyes she looked down at the photo and sighed hearing the panted response so familiar and yet it seemed as if it was a sound she would never hear in person. "Thank you." Taking a deep breath she wiped her fingers off on her sheets knowing that the bed would not be slept in that night. The couch had become her spot of choice for her restless slumber. Running her thumb over the face in the frame she set the photo back on the table and rolled out of bed pulling the sheet off and tossing it in the clothes basket.

Just as she was pulling on a shirt too large for her, the phone rang and she glanced at the caller id before answering. Her tone was bright at the sight of the number. The earlier headache was forgotten as a deep voice greeted her as she wandered out of her room and back downstairs. "What are you doing?" He asked and a smile crossed her lips picturing him in her mind. "Nothing at the moment, I just got done getting rid of a headache."

The chuckle enveloped her with its warmth and she didn't even try to stop the happy sigh that escaped her lips. "How'd I do?" He asked stretching his long legs out ignoring the fools around him picturing her walking through their home naked except for one of his t-shirts. Stubbornly he pushed away the ache in his chest wishing that he was there to see the soft smile on her face or the way she seemed to glow just for him. "You're better'n Excedrin, baby." She replied giggling at the arrogant chuckle that was his momentary reply. "Is that all I am?" He asked mentally counting the days in his head until he could walk through the door again and have her in his arms once more, before he could finally go home.

She grinned big and moved back to the kitchen pretending she didn't notice the heaviness that was settling around her heart at his absence. "No," she replied as her eyes rested on a picture of him hanging on her refrigerator that Jay had sent home with him from the last trip. "You, Travis Tomko, are a fuckin' prick." On the bench next to Tyson, Jay giggled as the big man's hand began to move faster over himself unabashedly as the others in the room either watched or ignored the occurrence well used to someone beating off while they talked to a girlfriend, wife, or mate. "I may be a prick," he growled as he felt himself tightening, "but I'm your prick baby." Gritting his teeth Tyson heard her sigh happily as his seed escaped spilling over his fingers and onto his chest bare legs. "I'll be home soon. I swear."

Nodding she sent her love knowing he couldn't talk long and hung up as she glanced at the clock measuring the time before the show as over and he was hers for an hour or two. Closing her eyes, her hand wrapped around the 'fridge handle and her cheek against the coolness of the photo as a lonely tear escaped before she chuckled again. "My prick indeed… better'n Excedrin but hell on the heart."

~~The End! ~~