You were very lucky to have Tommy. With how many girls were all over him, during the Mötley Crüe tour, you were about ready to rip all of those girls’ heads off. But, finally, after weeks of dealing with bitchy fangirls and their hoe-y ways, you and Tommy were finally home and away from all of the trouble and drama. But, Tommy had a job when he wasn’t on tour. He made his own hours. You obviously had a job too, but you got home about 2 or 3 hours before he did. When Tommy had come home from work, you were already sprawled out on the couch, one arm laying across your chest with the other hand on your thigh. Your left leg was completely straight, and your right leg was bent, while you looked at the TV playing “Grease”. Tommy was clearly upset about something when he came home. He looked down at you sprawled out on the couch, and his mood seemed to lighten up a bit. He snatched the remote out of your hand, tossed it on the other couch on the other side of the living room, and picked you up over your shoulder. Right after, you guessed it, he took you upstairs and into the bedroom. After a few hours, Tommy was laying down right beside you with you wrapped tightly around him, your breathing heavy as bite marks covered your naked body. Tommy was running a hand up and down your back, while the other just laid to his side. You just traced a bite mark on Tommy’s shoulder that you had left while you tried to calm your breathing down, and stop your body from trembling. Tommy found your little tracing action adorable, bringing a hand up to the back of your head and kissing your forehead. “I love you, baby.”

He whispers, before leaning his head back down against the pillow.