Love At First Sight

Tess stood in the doorway of the bedroom, eyes bulging and mouth hanging open, as she watched her husband make love to her best friend. They didn't seem to know she was there. She wanted to run, screaming and never look back, but was unable to move, or even look away. So she watched. She could feel the tears stinging her eyes as they threatened to fall and blinked them back, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of hurting her.

She and Tom had a wonderful marriage, they never fought, they had no money problems, sometimes Tom worked too hard, but only when he had no choice. They had the perfect marriage, or so she thought. Janet's scream shook her from her thoughts. She watched as they kissed and caressed each other, then as Tom lay down beside Janet and wrapped her in his arms. For a moment, Tess thought she must be dreaming, this couldn't possibly be happening.

Tess pulled off the road onto the white sand of the beach, and turned off the engine. Furiously, she stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut, and walked to the shoreline. How could she be so stupid? How could she not see it? Tears filled her eyes again as she stood in the sand, her heart breaking. She needed Tom to hold her, Janet to listen to her, but the only two people in the world she trusted were the cause of all her pain. She sat down, feeling hurt and lonely, and cried.

Mark walked out onto the patio, leaned over, resting his arms on the railing, and looked out at the ocean. He took a deep breath, inhaling the salt air of the Gulf, trying to clear his mind, but he couldn't get her voice out of his head. She said she would be lonely if he went back on the road, that he cared more about wrestling than he did about her, and that if he didn't retire, she would leave him. She knew what his life was like when she agreed to marry him, how her life would be as his wife, and that he was not going to retire until he was forced to. The nine months he spent recovering from his injuries had nearly driven him insane. She loved having him home, and, he realized, would do anything to keep him there. He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

This was a private beach and he didn't like his privacy being invaded. As he walked closer, he saw that the figure was sitting with his (or her) legs drawn up, arms wrapped around them and face buried in the arms. He slowed his pace a little, but continued moving forward, not taking his eyes off the figure and saw it was a woman. Her shoulder length brown hair blew in the salty breeze, exposing her long delicate neck, her denim shorts and white tank were sprinkled with sand as were her long arms and tanned legs. He stopped a couple of feet away from her and looked down at her. He could see her small body shaking in the late evening light, and knew she was crying. She looked so small and helpless, and he wanted to take her in his arms and hold her, protect her from whatever was causing her pain. He shook the thought from his mind and knelt down beside her.

He could see she was nervous and didn't want to scare her. His sultry voice and Texas drawl sent shivers down her back. His green eyes seemed to see down to her soul, his heavily muscled chest grew with each breath he took, and his tattoo covered arms looked like powerful tree trunks. She had never been affected by a man like this before. When she spoke, her voice was small, almost a whisper.

~Tess stood on the shore, the water washing over her feet, a gentle breeze blowing through her hair and across her face, the moonlight reflecting off the water, and breathed in the salty air. She closed her eyes, smiling, as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her. She could feel his hard solid body as she leaned back into him, his member growing as he pulled her closer, pressing it firmly into her back. His hands moved over her body, caressing her breasts through the thin cotton, then pushing the straps off her shoulders and slid the dress down over her body. She raised her arms, and, placing her hands behind his neck, pulled him down to her. He leaned over and began kissing her neck, his hand moving down between her legs while the other continued to caress her breast. He gently slid a finger into the moist curls and, finding her already throbbing bud, began to rub it. She moaned at his touch, her body began to tremble with pleasure. He pinched her nipple, causing her to cry out, and began rolling it between his finger and thumb as he nibbled and sucked on her neck and ear. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, thrusting them in and out of her tight, wet hole, her hips moving with the rhythm of his fingers. He felt her body tense, her muscles close around his fingers as she screamed out his name, covering his hand with her juices.~

She thought as she rubbed her face. She had the same dream every night for the past week, ever since she met Mark. Yes, he had beautiful face, an incredible body, and a voice that sent shivers down her spine, but to dream of him every night? She moaned, falling back on the bed, and looked at the alarm clock. 4:30a.m. She closed her eyes and pictured him the day they met, standing infront of her, looking down at her, his eyes full of....of what? Compassion, lust, she didn't know, but she knew she saw something there. She moaned again, not wanting to get up, but unable to go back to sleep. Reluctantly, she crawled out of bed, showered, and dressed, then went to a small diner to have breakfast and wait for Tom to leave for work. She hadn't been home since 'that day', buying what she needed, and didn't really want to go back now, but she had to. She looked at her watch then stood and left the diner, hoping she wouldn't pass Tom on her way home.

Mark stood and walked with Glen down the hall toward the entrance to the ring. Glen stopped before walking through the curtain and looked back at him. Mark hadn't been the same since his last two days off, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get him to open up. He sighed and walked out to the ring. Mark watched as Glen walked through the curtain. He knew Glen was beginning to worry about him and wanted to tell him about Tess, but he wasn't sure what was going on himself. He had gone down to the beach to tell a trespasser to get off his property, and ended up meeting the most enchanting woman he had ever seen. It wasn't just her beauty, which was enough to make any man weak, but it was the way she spoke, the way she carried herself. He was pulled from his thoughts as 'American Bad Ass' boomed over the loud speakers, and the roar of the crowd filled the air. He started the engine of his Harley as a picture of Tess entered his mind, sitting behind him, her arms wrapped around him, her thighs pressed against his, her chest against his back. He shook the thought from his mind as he slowly made his way down the ramp and around the ring before getting off and climbing in the ring to stand beside Kane as Lillian introduced him. The match seemed to go on forever. HHH set him up for a pedigree, but he countered, giving HHH a choke slam followed by a tombstone pile driver. Kane was outside the ring brawling with X-Pac and Road Dogg. He knelt, pulled HHH's leg up and pinned him, winning the match. He climbed out of the ring, sat on his bike, and chased DX up the ramp, Kane following him, leaving HHH still lying in the ring.

Tess took a deep breath and leaned against the door. Tears filled her eyes as she looked around her home, remembering all the good times they spent here together. How could he throw away eight years of marriage like this? Why Janet? He knew plenty of women, why did he have to sleep with her best friend? As she thought about it, she realized that she had known all along. The signs were there, she just chose to ignore them. She took a deep breath, pushed herself off the door, and walked into the bedroom, trying to ignore the memories that flooded her mind. A tear fell as she stepped into the bedroom, the image of Tom and Janet still fresh in her mind. She walked to the closet, ignoring the ache in her heart, and pulled out two suitcases. She worked quietly, filling each with her favorite clothes, shoes, and other personal items. She closed one bag, after stuffing as much as she could into it, then turned to finish packing the other, unaware her husband was watching her. She looked down at her suitcase, wondering if she had room for her leather jacket. "Don't forget this." Tom said, holding a picture infront of her.

She had never seen that side of him before and it scared her, and hadn't stopped shaking since the confrontation. She lay on the hotel bed, crying, her mind racing with thoughts of what he might do to her. "Lisa." She said out loud. She sat up, grabbed her purse, pulled her address book out, and looked up the phone number. Maybe she could stay with Lisa until Tom moved to Chicago.

She took his head into her mouth, sucking the moister off, then slowly swallowed him as much as she could. He tangled his hands in her hair and thrust himself in and out of her mouth. He felt his orgasm coming and moved faster, until he exploded deep in her throat, his seed spilling out the corners of her mouth as she wasn't able to swallow it. He looked down at her after a moment, he pulled his manhood out of her mouth, and seeing the mess, he walked to the bathroom and washed himself off. She stood on her knees in shock of his obvious lack of affection, then stood up. "Didn't you miss me?" She asked.

They stood, looking at each other for several minutes. It always amazed them how different they were. Tess was 5'8" tall, had shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, a long elegant body. She reminded Lisa of a sun-tanned china doll. She was very intelligent, talented, athletic, well spoken, and graceful. She knew how to truly enjoy life, never taking anything for granted. Lisa was 5'8" tall (the only thing they had in common), had long blonde hair, brown eyes, a thin body. Tess always thought of her as a little too thin. She wasn't as intelligent as Tess, her only talent was playing the piano, she wasn't athletic, well spoken or graceful. She was content to hang out with her friends and talk Tess into do things. Growing up, she was determined to find something Tess couldn't do, but failed at every attempt. Having so little in common, they grew further and further apart as they got older. Both wanted a close relationship with the other, even though neither one ever said it. This could be just what they needed to get to know each other again.

They talked and laughed all during dinner and well into the night. Tess told Lisa about life in Florida, things she did, places she liked to visit. She also told her about meeting Mark and about the dreams she'd been having of him. Lisa told her about her life, the men she dated, her job, and about her current boyfriend, a professional wrestler, and how they met. By the time they went to bed, they felt as if they finally had the relationship they always wanted.

They jumped out of bed and ran down the hall into the room. Tess was sitting against the headboard holding a sheet up to cover herself, and Mark sat at the foot of the bed in the opposite corner with the comforter pulled around his waist, staring at each other. Lisa burst out laughing, Glen tried not to laugh, knowing the consequences if he did, but couldn't stop himself. Mark and Tess sat, stunned, neither one believing the other was here. After a moment Glen and Lisa quit laughing.

He walked across the hall into another room, and turned on the light, not wanting to embarass himself or anyone else again. He turned the light out, slid his jeans off and crawled into bed. Pictures of her flooded his mind. She had been right there, naked, and he walked away. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, dreaming about her. Tess fell over onto bed. He was in bed with her, naked, and all she could do was stare at him. She closed her eyes, fell asleep, and dreamt about him.

"That's too bad." Lisa said carrying a platter of pancakes to the table. Tess blushed deeply as she walked over to the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee before joining the others at the table. Mark watched her as she moved gracefully across the room. He smiled as she sat down across from him and was rewarded with a smile that took his breath away. He didn't want to come here with Glen, but agreed since it would only be for a day. They were flying out that night to be at an autograph signing first thing the next morning. He wished now that they were staying longer.

She nearly melted when he smiled at her. She wanted to take him to her bedroom and do just what Lisa implied they should have done last night. Shaking the thought from her mind, she laughed at the story Glen was telling. They made small talk for awhile then Lisa excused herself and Glen, saying there were some things they needed to talk about before the men left. Lisa watched them leave, knowing exactly what they were going to 'talk' about, then turned her attention back to Mark, who was watching her intently.

He took her hand, pulled her to him, and, hoping he wasn't making a big mistake, kissed her. His actions startled her, but she soon returned his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss, oblivious to everything and everyone around him. Glen and Lisa stood watching, speechless. Neither of them had ever seen a kiss so full of passion. The flight attendant walked over to Glen and said, "Excuse me, sir.....your flight...."

Lisa looked at Tess, wondering what was going through her mind. She had watched her kiss Mark goodbye, feeling a little jealous of their passion toward each other, even though they hadn't known each other very long. But Tess was a very passionate woman. Everything she did, she did with passion. Maybe that's what she was jealous of, Tess' passion for life, not just the way she kissed Mark.

Tess sighed, stood up, and walked over to the window. She was falling for him and had been able to deny it until Lisa said it aloud. She stood in silence, watching a group of children play baseball in the empty lot across the street. She imagined her own son playing there, covered in dirt, red hair wet and sticking to his forehead, green eyes sparkling as he caught a fly ball, his father bending down to tell him how proud he was of him. She smiled at the image of Mark hugging his son, their son. She shook herself mentally trying to get the picture out of her head. She just met this man, how could she possibly be in love with him?

She saw the confusion in Lisa's eyes, so she took her by the hand, led her to the sofa, and sat her down. She sat on the coffee table infront of her and said, "I don't know what I feel for Mark. When I first started dreaming about him, I thought I was just hurt by what Tom had done and it was a way to escape from the pain, but then I realized I really want to be with him. I can't begin to tell you how I felt last night after he left my room. I was relieved he was gone and I was cursing myself for letting him leave. After spending the day talking to him, getting to know him a little...." She trailed off, looking up at the window again, the images of the little red head boy filling her mind.

Glen shook his head no, setting his suitcase down as well. Mark glared at him a moment before falling back across his bed. He lay with his arm across his eyes, thinking about Tess. He thought about his brother's wedding, imagining Tess walking down the aisle to him, repeating their vows, sliding the ring on each others fingers, kissing his bride as their family and friends applauded. He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Glen's voice and looked up at him.

The next three weeks went by slowly for Tess. She spent her days with her attorney, filing divorce papers, and exploring the area, and her nights with her sister, talking, mostly about Mark and Glen, and becoming closer than ever. Tess asked Lisa about her and Glen, hoping Lisa loved Glen as much as she loved Mark, and was glad when Lisa said she did. She thought about Mark constantly, and started to worry that she might be obsessed with him. He called every night and they would talk for hours. She told him all about Tom, bringing up the subject herself before he had the chance, and he told her about Paulette. She told him about her and Lisa's plans for moving back to Florida, and planned to meet there after the girls were moved in as Mark and Glen had both been on the road since they saw them last.

Time was passing slowly for the men as well. Mark and Glen both needed a break from the road and were looking forward to their time off. Glen had been thinking about moving to Florida for awhile now, but had never mentioned it to Lisa. After hearing she was moving there with her sister, he made up his mind. He and Lisa talked often, but he still didn't tell her how he felt about her, wanting to tell her in person, and planned to ask her to marry him when he saw her again. Mark was planning to do the same with Tess, depending on whether or not she was ready for another relationship. He knew she loved Tom and that he had hurt badly. As much as he loved her and wanted to be with her, he wasn't going to rush this. He wasn't sure how she felt about him, but couldn't imagine his life without her in it, and he would do anything to keep her.

Tess chuckled as they walked out and climbed into the front of the moving truck. Tess knew how to drive those big trucks, so the girls decided to move themselves instead of hiring movers, even though they knew the guys would be upset with them. Mark and Glen wanted them to hire professionals, saying it was too dangerous to them to move on their own, and offering to pay for it. Still, the girls wanted to do it. Two days later they pulled up in the driveway of Tess' house. Tom had already left for Chicago, taking everything they owned which didn't really matter to Tess, the fewer things she had to remind her of him, the better.

"Come on, you guys can help us get this stuff inside." She said, taking Mark's hand and leading him to the chair she and Lisa had been carrying. A couple of hours later, they all sat down on the back porch. The girls had already unpacked half the truck before the men showed up, so it didn't take them long to finish. The girls ordered some pizzas while the men went to the store to buy some beer. They spent a few hours together, talking, then Glen and Lisa turned in for the night.

"I didn't mean to just blurt it out like that, but..." She looked down, thinking she might have just made the biggest mistake of her life, that he didn't love her, and he wouldn't want to be with her now thinking she was trying to push him into making a commitment. He took her face in his hands and gently lifted her head so she was looking at him. He wiped the tear from her cheek and kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Their kiss was passionate and demanding, but gentle and loving at the same time. His hands slid down her neck and chest to her breasts, caressing them through the cotton tee shirt she wore. He pulled the shirt up over her head and tossed it across the room, along with her bra. He kissed his way down her check, biting gently at her soft skin, to her breasts, suckling and nibbling. Hearing her moan , he continued kissing his way down her body, stopping long enough to remove her shorts and panties. He kissed her inner thighs, slowly making his way to the bed of curls between her legs. He opened her with his tongue, and, finding her hardened bud, began to suck, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He slid his tongue inside her, thrusting it in and out, and tasted her juices as he sent her over the edge, calling out his name.

He stood and quickly removed his own clothes and climbed on top of her. He kissed her deeply as he positioned himself over her, and slowly entered her. He moved slowly at first giving her body time to adjust to his size, then faster, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting himself back in. He moved faster and harder until he felt her release, then with a few more thrusts, exploded deep inside her. He rolled off of her pulling her with him, and held her close. He felt her breath become shallow and even and knew she was asleep. He watched her sleep and smiled. He couldn't believe she said yes. He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

Mark sat up and looked at the alarm clock. He had been tossing and turning for hours, unable to fall asleep knowing that she was in the next room. He wanted to go to her, talk to her, hold her, make love to her, just be with her. He sighed heavily, climbed out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts and walked out of the guest room. He walked to the kitchen to get a beer, and started to walk out the back door to sit and think, thinking the fresh air would do him good, when he heard a noise coming from the living room. He walked quietly through the kitchen, across the hall, and, seeing a light on, peeked in. What he saw broke his heart. Tess was sitting on the sofa, holding a picture, and sobbing. She threw the picture suddenly, shattering the glass against the wall next to him, not realizing he was there, and buried her face in her hands. He picked up the picture and looked at it, it was her wedding picture. She looked radiant standing next to her husband. He put the picture back where he found it and looked at Tess, her body shaking, her heartbreaking sobs filling the room, and remembered the day they met, how small and helpless she looked, how he had wanted to take her in his arms and protect her from whatever or whoever had hurt her. She looked at him suddenly, and tried to stop crying, taking deep breaths and wiping the tears from her face. She managed to smile at him as he walked to her, wishing he hadn't seen her like that. He sat down beside her and, without a word, pulled her into his arms. He held her close to him as she cried, wishing he could take away the pain. Slowly she stopped crying, but made no effort to pull away from him, so he held her, loving how she felt in his arms. He looked down and saw her sleeping. Slowly, he pulled the small square pillow out from behind him, put it on the back of the sofa, and laid his head on it. Soon he too was asleep.

Tess didn't say much during dinner and Mark knew why. He knew she was married, but he still felt jealous when he heard Tom refer to her as 'my wife'. He wanted to tell her how he felt, to know how she felt about him. He shook that thought from his mind. Even if she did love him, her life was too complicated right now to start a new relationship, so he would wait. He didn't know why he loved her, but he did, and he would wait a lifetime to be with her if he had to.

Tess didn't feel like being around anyone, but knew there was no way Lisa was going to let her get away tonight without talking about Tom, and she didn't want to talk about him. She sighed and looked across the table at Mark, remembering the vision she had at her sister's of him with their son. Slowly those thoughts turned into the memories of the dreams she had of him. Her lips curved slightly in a small smile as she envisioned being with him. His arms around her, his body covering hers, his hair spilling over his shoulders as he looked down at her, his voice.....that deep silky voice she listened to so many times when they were apart. She realized suddenly that the others were staring at her.

She caught herself thinking about this often. She just met this man, she hadn't known him long enough to love him. Had she? She never really believed in love at first site, or destiny....anything like that. Even if she did love him, who's to say he loved her? That he would be faithful to her? She knew she shouldn't compare Mark to Tom, but it was hard not to. She looked up, found him watching her and smiled at him.

Mark smiled down at her. He had waited for what seemed like an eternity to get her alone, and now that they were alone, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to talk to her and get to know her better, hold her, make love to her. He remembered the venomous looks she had given Glen and Tom earlier. He stopped walking and pulled her around so she was facing him. "Tess," He started, not sure how to continue. Tess looked at him curiously and waited for him to finish what he wanted to say.

Tess leaned back on her elbows, looking up at the stars, and took a deep breath, catching the scent of Mark's cologne in the air. Mark leaned back on one elbow, facing her. Being this close to him was driving Tess crazy. She wanted him, whether she loved him or not. She looked at him, seeing the same desire in his eyes that she felt for him. He looked so inviting. He had taken his shirt off before they left the house. She wanted to reach out and run her hands over his broad chest, to feel his flesh beneath her hands, to kiss every inch of him. She blushed slightly when she realized he was watching her. Mark reached out and gently rubbed her cheek with the back of his fingers. He saw the look in her eyes and knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

She shook herself mentally, bringing herself back to reality. Looking into his eyes, she felt all of her doubts and fears slip away. She rolled slightly to her side, supporting herself on one elbow, and, with her free hand, brushed the few strands of hair out of his face. Slowly, she ran her fingers down the side of his face and down his jawbone to his chin, and back up. She touched every inch of his face, taking in his every feature, then continued down the side of his neck, across his shoulder, down his arm and back up again.

He felt her hand on his back, moving down over the waistband of his jeans, across his butt, caressing it for a moment before moving up his back again. He felt his already hard member harden even more as it began to throb, aching for release. He felt like he would explode if she didn't stop soon, and it didn't look like she was going to stop. He grabbed her hand as it found it's way back up his chest, pulled it to his mouth and kissed it, then gently pushed her back onto the sand. He leaned over, claiming her lips with his in a deep passionate kiss, as he began to explore her body. He felt her hardened nipple through the thin cotton fabric of her dress as he caressed her breast. His lips moved down to her neck, kissing, nibbling and sucking her tender skin, as his hand slid down her body, over her hip, and down her thigh, under the hem of her dress and back up her thigh. He loved the feel of her soft smooth skin. His hand continued upward, pulling her dress up with it. His lips found hers again and he felt her pushing against his shoulder, rolling him onto his back.

She laid on top of him, kissing him, then sat up, wanting to feel his body against hers. She reached behind her, finding the zipper of her dress, and unzipped it. She stopped for a moment to calm her nerves again, then looked down at him. Slowly she pulled the dress up over her head, dropping it in the sand beside them. Reaching behind her again, she unfastened her bra, letting it fall as she lowered her arms, and tossed it aside as well. She watched him as he looked at her, devouring her body with his eyes, then leaned over, pressing her naked body against his, and kissed him, sliding her hand down his chest and over his tummy. She broke the kiss when she reached the top of his jeans and sat up again. After unbuttoning his jeans, she pulled them down over his hips and legs, and discarded them.

He couldn't wait any longer. It took all his strength not to throw her off him and attack her while she undressed for him, but having her undress him broke what little will power he had left. He grabbed her by the arms and pushed her back on the sand, positioning himself between her legs. She felt his throbbing member pushing against her entrance and spread her thighs further apart, giving him better access. He felt her tight walls close in around him as he pushed his way inside. He moved slowly, giving her body time to adjust to his size, then a little faster. He kept a slow, steady pace, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold on if he didn't.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her, feeling every inch of his manhood. Then she leaned up, kissed his chest, and, taking his nipple in her mouth, began to suck, lick and nibble. She heard him moan as he began moving faster. She threw her head back, her back arched, and screamed as an orgasm washed over her that left her trembling beneath him.

He felt her walls tighten and her juices flood over him as she reached her peak, her screams shattering the silence between them. He began thrusting himself into her harder, faster. He felt her fingernails digging into his back, her hips raising up to meet his, and let out a low growl. He heard her begin to whimper as he drove himself into her, harder and faster with every stroke then scream again as she came again. His body tensed and with one last thrust, he exploded deep inside her.