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How Can Love Conquer All?	By : brirose1978 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 4944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“I can’t believe I did that,” Sabrina muttered ten minutes later, her face red with embarrassment as she touched up the scrapes on Joe’s back. Neither of them had noticed they were there until Joe let out a short curse as the water hit his back. Upon inspection, they had found eight shallow, slightly bloody scrapes running down his back from her nails, a fact that had immediately made Sabrina blush furiously from chagrin.
Joe chuckled softly, grabbing her wrist as she reached past him for another tissue and laying a soft kiss on her palm. “Looks like I have my own personal tigress,” he teased, winking at her in the mirror.
“Oh shut up,” Sabrina said, unable to keep a smile from curving her lips as she pulled her hand back. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is? I have never done anything like this before!”
“Hey, it’s not like you came out of it unscathed,” Joe pointed out, arching an amused brow as he caught sight of the bite mark on her shoulder in the mirror.
“Yeah, but I’m not bleeding, now am I?” Sabrina retorted as she carefully blotted the last section of scrapes.
“Well damn baby, if I’d known you were into S&M, I’d’ve brought along my handcuffs,” Joe teased, giving her a quick kiss as he turned around.
Sabrina punched his shoulder, making him laugh as they walked back into her bedroom. “Well, there went my morning of running errands,” she noted as she glanced at the clock, which read eleven-thirty. “Not that I regret it,” she added, giving him a sidelong glance.
“So let’s go now,” Joe said, bending over to pick up his clothes and hers from where they were scattered on the floor, tossing them onto the bed. “Besides,” he added drolly, “I’m more than a little afraid that if we stay here I’m going to end up killing us both.” He leered playfully at her, waggling his eyebrows meaningfully.
“Yeah, but what a way to go,” Sabrina purred in a sultry voice, pinching his ass as she walked to the bed to get dressed, grinning as he chuckled softly.

“So where are we going?” Joe asked several minutes later as they sat in Sabrina’s car, threading their way through traffic.
“Fort Bliss. I need to check the PX for a few things, then I was going to go to the commissary for groceries. I also need to go to the bookstore briefly, but that’s on Viscount, so we’ll go there first,” Sabrina replied.
“Do you always buy stuff on Fort Bliss?” Joe asked curiously, stretching lithely in his seat. He grinned to himself as he caught Sabrina watching him, a hungry look in her eyes. “Eyes on the road,” he teased, chuckling as she snapped her gaze back to the road, a light blush tinting her cheeks.
“Ummm…. Groceries, yes,” Sabrina said, answering his earlier question after clearing her throat. “And sometimes other things if I find them there and need them. Everything’s tax-free on Bliss,” she explained, pulling into the parking lot of a Barnes and Noble and parking the car.
“No shit? Everything’s tax-free? You’re lucky to be stationed here,” Joe said, grinning.
“It’s the same way on any other military installation,” Sabrina said, arching an amused brow at him as she opened her door.
“Really? I didn’t know that,” Joe said in some bemusement as he got out of the car, walking around the front to join her, one arm slipping around her shoulders as he inhaled the scent of her perfume. He loved that smell; a light, refreshing fragrance that somehow seemed to evoke her. “Why do you suppose they do that?” he asked, dragging his thoughts back to their conversation.
“I’ve often wondered that myself,” Sabrina replied as they approached the door. In a gentlemanly fashion, Joe opened the door for her, prompting a light blush on her cheeks. “Thank you,” she said softly, clearing her throat a bit before continuing. “The only theory I could come up with is that the government just wants to give another benefit to the Armed Forces in gratitude for the job we do.” She turned left inside the doors and headed for the sales counter. “Hi, I have a book reserved, under Smith,” she said to the girl behind the register, who barely glanced up.
“First name?” she said in a slightly bored sounding tone, turning to the shelves behind the counter to search for the book.
“Sabrina,” Sabrina replied, rolling her eyes expressively at Joe as she pulled out her wallet to retrieve her credit card. The girl located her book, turning back to the counter, her gaze for the first time seeming to actually register them. Her eyes widened, a sharp gasp issuing from her lips as the book dropped to the floor. “Are you all right?” Sabrina asked, slightly concerned at the girl’s behavior. She realized that the girl was staring at Joe, a rapturous expression on her face, and a fleeting look of jealousy passed over her face as the girl spoke.
“Oh my God…. You’re Joe Hahn aren’t you?” the girl squealed, completely ignoring Sabrina’s question. Sabrina glanced over at Joe to find him with a slightly uncomfortable look on his face at the girl’s adulation. That more than anything appeased her, and she began to be amused at the whole situation. “I am such a big fan of Linkin Park! I can’t believe it’s you!” the girl continued.
Joe nearly burst out laughing, only several years experience with excited fans enabling him to keep a straight face, his amusement and slight embarrassment only doubling as he caught the struggle to keep her laughter suppressed on Sabrina’s face. “Always happy to meet a fan,” he finally said, extending his hand to the girl, giving Sabrina’s shoulders a light squeeze at the same time, trying to convey to her that this meant nothing to him. He had seen the brief look of jealousy before her amusement got the better of her, and he wanted her to know how uncomfortable being around fans usually made him. The only one who had never had that effect on him was Sabrina herself.
Looking as though she were afraid his hand might shatter if she touched it, the girl slowly gave him her hand, the rapturous expression on her face increasing as she very carefully shook it. Joe could feel Sabrina’s shoulders shaking as her silent battle with her laughter increased, and he relaxed. She wouldn’t have been so amused if she were really upset, he reasoned. “It is such an honor to meet you,” the girl gushed, drawing his attention back to her.
“Well thank you… Dana,” Joe said, his gaze very briefly flicking to her name tag. “By the way, I think you dropped a book,” he continued, nodding to the book on the floor, as Dana still had a hold of his hand, and his other arm was still wrapped around Sabrina’s shoulders.
“Oh! Oh my God, I am so sorry, ma’am,” Dana said, blushing furiously as she let go of Joe’s hand and bent to pick up the book. Joe seized the opportunity to surreptitiously rub his hand on his jeans; the girl’s hand had been completely clammy. He gave a cross-eyed look to Sabrina as he heard the faintest spurt of a giggle from her, quickly straightening his features as Dana stood up and quickly rang up the purchase. Apparently noticing nothing wrong, her whole attention on Joe, she accepted a credit card from Sabrina, missing the credit card swiper three times before finally finishing the purchase and handing Sabrina the bag with her book. It was all Joe could do to hold back his laughter at her actions.
“Do you have a piece of paper?” he asked, picking up the pen Sabrina had used to sign her receipt, figuring he might as well give the girl something, since he felt kind of bad for being so amused at her.
“Huh? Oh, yeah!” Dana said, hitting a key on her register and tearing off a slip of receipt paper. Joe quickly scrawled his signature on the paper, handing it to Dana, who looked as if she had been handed the Holy Grail as she accepted it. “Thank you so much,” she breathed, clutching the paper close to her chest.
“Don’t mention it. Take it easy, Dana,” Joe said, flicking her a jaunty wave as he and Sabrina turned to leave. They both managed to keep straight faces until they reached the parking lot, when their eyes met and they both burst into laughter. “Oh my God, that was fucking hilarious!” Joe gasped.
“Does that happen often?” Sabrina asked between giggles.
“Not that often, but often enough,” Joe replied, rolling his eyes. “I’ve never been very comfortable around rabid fans,” he admitted as they got into the car and pulled out.
“What, all that adulation doesn’t get you off?” Sabrina teased, arching an amused eyebrow at him.
“Bri, right now about the only thing that ‘gets me off’ is you,” Joe replied, grinning as he tugged on her ponytail and she blushed. Deciding to tease her, he continued, “Especially when you go into tigress mode and rake your nails-“ He stopped as she clapped a hand over his mouth, licking her palm playfully.
“Okay, I think it’s time to drop that subject,” Sabrina said, chuckling.
“If you insist,” Joe said, casually dropping his hand onto her jean-clad thigh. “I’ve got another one. Did I mention how good you taste when I’m licking you right here?” His hand slid up her thigh, stroking her mound through the material.
“Down boy. No arousing the driver in her natural habitat,” Sabrina said somewhat breathlessly, grabbing his hand before he could arouse her any further.
“Spoilsport,” Joe said good-naturedly, pulling his hand back and watching her fondly as she navigated through traffic. Life was definitely good, he decided.

A few hours later Sabrina opened the door to her apartment, giggling at Joe as he tried to juggle nearly fifteen bags in both hands. “Refresh my memory… why on earth did you try to carry that many?” she asked as she set down her five, surreptitiously admiring the muscles in his arms as they bulged with his effort. I have got it bad, she thought to herself, shaking her head mentally.
“Because I hate making two or more trips with stuff like this,” Joe replied, grinning and setting down his bags with a whoosh of relief.
Sabrina laughed, shaking her head as she began putting things away. Joe helped a bit, but not really knowing where she put things, he mostly stood back and watched her sure, efficient movements, leaning against the wall nonchalantly. Finally she turned back to him, slipping her arms around his waist and smiling up at him. “So, what do you want to do tonight?” she asked.
Joe slid his arms around her waist in turn, interlacing his fingers at the small of her back, a lascivious grin curving his lips. “You mean that doesn’t involve you and me naked in bed?” he joked. He laughed as she playfully punched his chest, capturing her hand and brushing a soft kiss on her knuckles, watching tenderly as she melted from the gallant gesture. “I haven’t been to any good clubs in a while; any good ones around here?” he asked.
Sabrina arched a brow at him. “This is a military town, filled with large numbers of young soldiers, and you ask if we have good clubs?” she asked, her voice amused.
“Is that a yes or a no?” Joe teased, pinching her ass and making her jump.
“Well, there’s a good one over on Lee Trevino. It’s called Graham Central Station; it’s kind of like four clubs in one. You’ve got the dance section, oldies, karaoke, and country western. I usually avoid that last one like the plague, but the other sections are pretty good. Want to give it a shot?” Sabrina asked.
“Sounds good to me,” Joe replied, grinning.

Several hours later, Joe sat in Sabrina’s living room, waiting for her to finish getting ready. She had shooed him out of her room, saying she didn’t want him to see her outfit before it was time, since he’d probably try to distract them from going out if he did. Joe grinned to himself, since she was likely right. He got up, glancing quickly in the mirror next to her door to check his appearance. He wore a pair of tight black jeans, black shoes, and a button down black shirt that hung open over a white tank top, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “Joe, have you seen my purse?” Sabrina called, a note of frustration in her voice.
“Yeah, you left it by the door,” Joe called back, bending down to pick up her black purse and turning around right as Sabrina appeared. The bag dropped to the floor as he got a good look at her, his eyes widening appreciatively. “Holy shit,” he breathed.
“I hope that’s a good exclamation,” Sabrina said, grinning as she bent to pick up her purse, taking a few things out before tossing it onto the nearby chair.
“Oh it’s very good,” Joe assured her in a slightly husky voice, his eyes taking in every detail of her attire. She had twisted back her hair into a French twist, several tendrils hanging loose and curled around her face. She wore a burgundy top in a halter design, the loose fabric of the top cut open down the middle of her chest so that the two panels loosely overlapped, revealing enticing glimpses of her stomach every time she moved. A silver chain encircled her trim waist just above a tight black miniskirt that fell to just above mid-thigh. A pair of black, calf-length boots with two inch heels completed the ensemble. “That outfit has got to be illegal in some states,” he said, shifting slightly uncomfortably as his arousal made itself known.
“It very well might be,” Sabrina replied, a wicked grin on her lips. “I take it you approve?” She did a slow turn, winking at him.
“You could say that,” Joe said, clearing his throat and hoping that his reaction to the sight of her wasn’t too obvious. The way the skirt clung lovingly to her rounded ass was playing havoc with his bloodstream, all the blood rushing straight to his cock.
“Good. Then let’s go,” Sabrina said, grinning.
Graham’s was in full swing when they arrived, dance music throbbing through the speakers. Joe looked around, spotting the dance floor through the crush of people filling the club. “Come on, let’s dance!” he yelled to Sabrina over the music.
“My pleasure,” Sabrina yelled back, following him willingly onto the floor.
Joe smiled, pulling her close to him as they began dancing. He quickly discovered that she had a natural sensuality that colored her moves whether dancing fast or slow, her hips pressing against his as she moved, sending yet another wake-up call to his semi-hard cock. He held her hips as she turned her back to him, her buttocks pressing against his groin, one arm sliding up to circle his neck as he bent his head, laying nibbling kisses on her neck and shoulders. The scent of her perfume teased his senses, making him groan softly as his body reacted yet again. “Now who’s the tease?” he said in her ear, watching her lips curve in a smile.
“Are you complaining?” Sabrina said in his ear.
“Never,” Joe breathed, licking her ear and making her shiver. Grinning wickedly, he pulled her tightly against his raging erection, rubbing back and forth over her buttocks. “He might be though… since all he wants to do is be inside you.” He grinned as she shivered again, her nipples pebbling through the fabric of her top. The sight made him want to groan with desire, but he held back, enjoying the sensual game they were playing. Anticipation always spiced up his nights.
It was several songs later before they finally moved off the dance floor, still standing close to each other. “You’re a good dancer,” Sabrina called over the music, snuggling into his arms as he put them protectively around her to shield her from the crush of people, tugging her gently over to a small open area near the bar that circled the dance floor.
“Likewise,” Joe said, shivering as he recalled one particularly sensual movement of her hips against him. “You want something to drink?” he asked, gesturing to the nearby bar.
“Some water would be fine,” Sabrina replied.
“Ah yes, I forgot you don’t like the taste of alcohol,” Joe said, chuckling. “Be right back, okay?” He brushed a light kiss over her lips, smiling at her.
“I’ll be here,” Sabrina said, smiling back at him. She sat down on a recently vacated bar stool set next to the wooden countertop attached to the bar surrounding the dance floor as Joe made his way toward the bar, crossing her legs and carefully avoiding a spilled puddle of beer on the countertop as she rested one arm on it. She was moving slightly in time to the music when a heavy hand fell onto her shoulder. Sabrina glanced up to see a man who might have been attractive if it wasn’t for the stale smell of beer and cigarettes coming off of him in waves, making her wrinkle her nose. He was clearly drunk, swaying slightly on his feet even as he leered at her. “May I help you?” she asked coolly, shrugging her shoulder to get rid of his hand.
“Nah, but I’ll bet I can help you. You need a hot man baby… I can tell.” He grinned comically, stumbling slightly closer to her. “You wanna dance?” He groped for her hand, landing on her thigh instead. To her complete disgust he proceeded to squeeze her thigh, his hand trying to slide up before she firmly grabbed it and removed it from her person.
“I don’t think so. I’m here with someone,” she said in a frosty voice, hoping it would dissuade him.
“Forget him. I’m your man now baby. Let’s dance!” He grabbed her hand, attempting to pull her off the stool.
“I said no thank you!” Sabrina snapped, pulling her hand away. “Now leave me alone, all right?”
The man’s face darkened in anger, and he grabbed her arm hard enough to bruise, his fingers digging into her skin and dragging her off of the stool. “You’re gonna dance, you little slut!” he yelled.
“Let go!” Sabrina exclaimed, twisting in his grip. “Let go or I’ll scream!” She glared at him, uncaring of the pain from her arm as she tried even harder to pull away.
“Shut up and let’s go!” the man said, tugging her toward the floor.
“Hey!” Joe said as he came up, grabbing the guy’s shoulder hard. He had seen the altercation from the bar and was purely furious at the bastard’s audacity in grabbing his girl, not to mention hurting her while he was at it. For Sabrina’s sake he tried to keep his tone even, although his fury came through in the hard edge to his voice. “I believe the lady said to let her go, asshole.”
“Butt out, motherfucker! My new girlfriend and I are gonna dance,” the guy said, dragging Sabrina’s struggling form against him.
“Considering she is currently my girlfriend, I think that’s a little impossible,” Joe said, steel lacing his voice. “Now let… her… go.”
“What if I don’t? Whatcha gonna do, you little pussy?” the man said tauntingly, his free hand reaching over to grope Sabrina’s chest.
Pure anger sliced through Joe at the man’s actions, making him see red, but before he could react, Sabrina exclaimed, “All right, that is it!” Grabbing the guy’s shoulders, she kneed him as hard as she could in the groin, the sound of the harsh contact audible even over the music. The guy doubled over, gasping, his grip on Sabrina’s arm loosening. Seeing his chance, discretion be damned, Joe let fly with a vicious right hook, knocking the guy onto the floor, the crowd scattering around them.
“Are you okay?” Joe asked worriedly, his concerned gaze flicking over Sabrina, his fingers gently touching the already forming bruise on her arm.
“Yeah, he just bruised me. I’m okay,” Sabrina said, lightly rubbing her arm and wincing.
“Hey! What’d you do to Ray, asshole?” a new voice yelled angrily. Joe turned to see four guys standing in front of them, furious looks on their faces. Joe tensed, attempting to push Sabrina behind him in order to protect her. Out of the corner of his eye he could see several bouncers struggling in their direction, but the thick crowd wasn’t allowing them much leeway. “You’re gonna pay, motherfucker,” the guy continued, cracking his knuckles menacingly.
“That’s enough dammit!” Sabrina interjected, pushing to stand in front of Joe, much to his shock. “Your friend was harassing me and fucking well deserved what he got. Now break it up!” she continued, glaring angrily at the ringleader.
“Stay out of this, bitch!” the ringleader snarled, backhanding Sabrina hard, making her stumble to the side into another person, who caught her.
“Now you have gone too far,” Joe said through clenched teeth, the seething anger inside of him that hadn’t dissipated doubling at seeing this further mistreatment of his girl, letting fly with a vicious punch, knocking the ringleader back. Sabrina screamed as the other three immediately jumped him, struggling to get to Joe despite the hands holding her safely back in the crowd as he disappeared under them. Suddenly the bouncers managed to push through the crowd, pulling the combatants apart from each other with difficulty.
Sabrina pulled free from the person holding her and struggled over to Joe, dropping to her knees beside him as he sat up, wincing, one hand pressed to a bloody gash just above his eyebrow. “Oh God, let me see,” Sabrina said, pulling his hand away to inspect the cut.
“Bastard was wearing a ring,” Joe said, grimacing as she lightly probed the gash. Besides the cut, his ribs felt like hell; all four of them had managed to land heavy punches there, although he’d given as good as he’d gotten. Her sweet concern touched him though, and he managed a weak smile at her.
“What the hell were you thinking? There were four of them for God’s sake,” Sabrina exclaimed, her worry showing clearly in her voice.
“I might ask you the same thing,” Joe retorted, struggling to his feet as a bouncer came over, offering a napkin to Sabrina, who pressed it gently to his cut. “Why’d you get into it?” he asked.
“I recognized three of them; they’re soldiers in Charlie Battery. I was hoping they’d recognized me and would listen to a superior,” Sabrina replied, wincing as she lightly touched the back of her hand to the tender bruise already forming on her cheekbone.
“Are you two planning on pressing charges?” the bouncer asked.
“Depends. Are the other two in the military as well?” Sabrina asked. At the bouncer’s nod, she turned to Joe. “I know publicity isn’t necessarily a good thing for you, but these guys attacked a superior in addition to starting a fight in public. They really need to be punished in military circles,” she said.
“Bri, they attacked you; I’m not likely to object to anything that’ll give these bastards what they deserve,” Joe said vehemently. “Even if it means bad publicity. I could care less.”
“We might be able to keep it from being that bad,” Sabrina said, quirking her mouth into a slight smile. “Are the cops on the way?” she asked the bouncer.
“We called them as soon as we heard of a disturbance; they should be here soon. Make that now,” the bouncer said, catching sight of the police across the room.
“Good. I think these gentlemen and I need to have a little talk about respect to your superiors with the police present,” Sabrina said, her gaze going momentarily hard. Seeing her expression made Joe very, very glad he wasn’t a soldier at that moment.

Nearly two hours later Joe sat in Sabrina’s living room, a towel filled with ice held to the gash on his head, his eyes closed. The police had transported the five soldiers onto Fort Bliss, Sabrina and Joe following in her car, where the culprits had been transferred to the military police swiftly. The remainder of the time was spent giving statements to the MPs and calling the various units the soldiers belonged to. Joe had been relieved to hear that they would pretty much keep his name out of it; only having it appear on the blotter report and assuring him that his testimony would not be needed beyond the sworn statement he’d already signed. After that, with both of them declining a trip to the nearby hospital, Sabrina had brought them both back to her apartment and quickly gone into nursing mode, making him sit and hold the ice to his head while she got the necessary items to clean his cut. He heard movement and opened his eyes to see Sabrina kneeling next to him on the couch, a bottle of peroxide and a few cotton balls in her hands. Gently she moved the towel aside, soaking a cotton ball with the peroxide. “This is going to sting,” she warned, beginning to carefully clean the cut.
Joe hissed in pain as the peroxide burned the raw flesh, sterilizing it. “I’ve always felt that ‘sting’ is such an inadequate word for what that stuff feels like,” he said, wincing.
“Sorry,” Sabrina murmured, a chagrined look on her face, biting her lip lightly. She finished cleaning the cut, inspecting it closely. “I don’t think it needs stitches; it’s pretty shallow,” she murmured.
“If you say so, Nurse Betty,” Joe said, wincing slightly as the burning subsided.
“Hey, don’t knock it buster; I used to be a nursing student,” Sabrina retorted, standing up to clean up the bloody cotton balls.
“What happened?” Joe asked, his gaze following her.
“Well, they don’t really appreciate it when you flunk two classes, so I was kicked out of the program,” Sabrina said, sitting back down with a sigh and slipping her boots off.
Joe lightly cupped her cheek, tenderly tracing the darkening bruise on her cheekbone with his thumb. “You all right?” he asked softly, trying to meet her gaze despite her downcast eyes.
“Yeah… just…” Sabrina paused, sighing. “I’m sorry this happened,” she said softly, rubbing her arm where dark finger marks marred her skin. A wave of anger passed through Joe once more as she remembered what she had been through earlier, but he suppressed it, wanting to comfort her.
“It’s not your fault,” he said, gently tucking a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. “The guy was drunk. He probably wasn’t even aware of what he was doing, baby. I think you did what you should have.”
“I know, I know. It’s just…” Sabrina paused, and then she laughed, although there was little humor in the sound, shaking her head. “That was my first bar fight,” she said, glancing over at him for the first time since sitting back down. “Guess I’m just not sure how to react.”
“Wish I could say the same,” Joe said wryly, grimacing slightly as he shifted to lean back against the cushions, closing his eyes as he slid one arm around her.
“It certainly wasn’t how I pictured the evening ending,” Sabrina said, laying her head on his shoulder.
“Me either,” Joe said, squeezing her shoulders lightly. “I certainly never intended to end up aching like hell, that’s for sure.”
Sabrina lifted her head, making him open his eyes to look at her. “Are you in a lot of pain?” she asked, biting her lip worriedly.
“Mostly my ribs. Those guys got in some good hits,” Joe said, shrugging slightly.
Sabrina bit her lip again, white teeth tugging at it. “Maybe… I can help you feel better,” she said, a new note in her voice, one Joe had never heard before.
He raised his head, arching a brow at her curiously. “How?” he asked.
Sabrina smiled slightly, a shy look in her eyes. “Close your eyes,” she instructed softly. Intrigued, Joe did as she asked. He heard the soft rustle of cloth as she stood up, her warmth leaving his side. He sensed movement nearby, but kept his eyes closed, very interested in this new side of her. Finally he felt her hands on his, tugging lightly. “Stand up,” Sabrina said softly. Joe did so, keeping his eyes closed, interest coursing through him. Strangely, with his eyes closed, his other senses seemed to be heightened, enabling him to hear the soft rustle of her clothing as she moved behind him, to smell the light scent of her perfume, to sense her standing almost close enough to touch behind him. He felt her stretch up slightly, a slight shiver running down his spine as she pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. Her hands came to rest lightly on his shoulders, sliding the shirt from them and down his arms, her fingers skimming lightly over his skin. Her hands moved to rest on his waist, gently pulling the white top from his jeans, her hands sliding under it and up his sides, forcing him to raise his arms as she tugged it over his head and off, baring his upper body to her. Joe inhaled a slightly shaky breath, another shiver passing down his back as she lightly nipped the juncture of his neck and shoulder, her fingers sliding under his arms to curve around in front of him, caressing his skin. Joe tensed as her fingers lightly brushed his nipple, sending a jolt of arousal straight to his groin. He felt her smile against his neck as she repeated the action with both hands, making him moan softly, his breathing coming a bit faster. He felt her ease back away from him, his skin immediately missing her touch as she pulled her hands away. He jerked slightly as he felt her lightly skim her fingertips down his back, carefully tracing the edges of the scrapes she’d left there that morning. “Do these still hurt?” she asked softly.
“A little bit,” Joe said in a husky voice, keeping his hands still with an effort at his sides. Not being able to see her was driving him crazy, but her light, tentative touches were making him more aroused than he could have ever thought possible. Suddenly he let out a low gasp, his hands clenching into fists as he felt her slowly run her tongue over each scrape, the slight ache disappearing in a rush of heat. She had taken down her hair, and he could feel the edges of the strands brushing over his skin, making it even more sensitive, tingles of arousal skittering through him. God he wanted to be able to see what she was doing, but she obviously had other plans.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Sabrina said softly as she straightened up, slowly trailing her fingertips over the muscles in his arm as she moved around to his front, her gaze slowly traveling over his body, desire clear to read in her eyes. While not overly muscular, it was fairly clear that he worked out, a sculpted chest leading down to his narrow waist and flat stomach, disappearing into his jeans. The only imperfection was the darkening bruises on his ribs. She lifted her hands, deciding to start with his face, her body already responding to the thought of driving him as wild as he’d driven her that morning. Lightly she touched her fingertips to his lips, tracing their contours. “Does it hurt here?” she asked softly.
So that’s her game, Joe thought, his arousal growing at the thought of her mouth traveling over his body, his erection growing even harder against the confines of his jeans. “Yeah, it hurts a bit,” he said, clearing his throat slightly. He felt the soft fabric of her top brush against his chest as she stretched up slightly, her lips lightly moving over his. Joe moaned softly against her mouth, holding himself back from deepening the kiss with difficulty as her tongue lightly traced his lips, dipping inside just enough to tease him.
Sabrina pulled back slightly, making sure he could still feel her warm breath cascading over his moist skin as she whispered, “How about here?” lightly tracing her fingertips over his shoulders.
Not quite trusting his voice, Joe nodded, his breath exhaling shakily as she slowly licked and kissed her way from one shoulder to the other, a soft gasp escaping him when she nipped the small hollow at the base of his neck, her tongue soothing it a moment later.
“And here?” Sabrina asked, her fingertips stroking his upper chest, angling her fingers so that the edges of her nails lightly brushed his skin, just skirting the edges of his nipples. Watching the emotions playing over his face was causing havoc in her body, making her wet and aching with wanting him, but she wanted to play. This morning, he had learned just about every sensitive spot on her body; she wanted to learn the same on his. The very thought was enough to make her desire increase.
Joe groaned softly, his body tensing as threads of molten fire ran through him, goosebumps rising on his skin in response to the caress of her nails. “Yes, that hurts,” he whispered, shivering slightly in anticipation of her touch.
Sabrina smiled slightly, bending over to tenderly trace her mouth over his upper chest, her tongue flicking out to briefly caress each flat male nipple, making him jerk and moan at the sensation. Joe shivered as her hair trailed over his skin, the light, tickling sensation driving him crazy. “How about here?” she asked, tracing her fingertips lightly over his bruised ribs.
Joe nodded, his voice slightly ragged as he said, “Very much.” Expecting to feel her lips, he let out a sharp gasp as he felt the cold trail of an ice cube on his hot skin, a thin bead of water traveling down his stomach. He moaned as she caught the rolling bead of water just above the waist of his jeans with her tongue, throwing his head back and clenching his hands at his sides as she slowly followed the trail of water back up to his ribs. “God,” he whispered raggedly, his entire body tense with the effort of holding himself back. She was paying him back for that morning in a most pleasurable way, making him burn to be inside of her wet heat. He could just barely smell her arousal, and it was driving him crazy with lust.
“Does it hurt anywhere else?” Sabrina asked in a sultry whisper, white teeth gently tugging on his earlobe, making him jerk slightly.
“Hell yes,” Joe said fervently, moaning as he felt her cool fingertips grazing his hot skin, drawing tantalizing circles on his lower stomach. He was so hard it hurt, the pressure of his jeans on his throbbing member driving him insane.
“Show me where,” Sabrina breathed in his ear, nipping his neck lightly, her tongue soothing the small ache a moment later.
Joe groaned softly, grabbing one of her hands as they slid up his chest, slowly, ever so slowly moving it back down over his hot skin, stopping over his throbbing erection. “There,” he breathed, groaning as she gently squeezed him through his jeans.
“Well then, we’ll have to see what we can do about that,” Sabrina murmured, her hand slowly undoing his jeans, sliding into the rough fabric when they were loose, pushing them and his boxers lightly down his legs. The articles fell to the floor and were quickly forgotten as Sabrina knelt in front of him, nipping at his stomach before looking up at him, a sultry invitation in her eyes. “Open your eyes,” she whispered.
Joe did so, the sight of her kneeling in front of him making him even harder, if that were possible, his hot gaze meeting her sultry one a split second before she slowly ran her tongue from the base of his throbbing erection to the tip, blowing softly on the glistening trail of saliva a moment later. Joe let out a harsh groan, his hands tunneling into her silky hair, his hips thrusting helplessly forward as he felt her hot, wet mouth enclose him, sucking him deep into her. “Oh God… don’t stop,” he whispered, moaning in ecstasy as she slowly licked and nibbled her way from the base to the head, paying particular attention to the sensitive tip. “God… Bri… that’s it… suck me baby.” He was panting wildly, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought a losing battle for his control. Her hot mouth was driving him wild, his cock throbbing with need as she sucked hard on him, her lips closing tightly around him as she pulled back, creating a vacuum effect that nearly made his knees buckle. He moaned in denial as she pulled away briefly, her hand slowly stroking him before she slowly slid him back into her mouth… allowing him to feel the small piece of ice she had placed in her mouth along every throbbing inch of him. Joe’s eyes shot open, his entire body trembling from the sensual combination of hot and cold on his rock-hard erection, his knees abruptly giving way, making him sit down hard on the couch. God, she’d nearly teased him to climax, a feat that had never been accomplished before. He breathed hard, trying desperately to regain some semblance of control.
Sabrina smiled to herself as she slowly straddled him, her short skirt riding up higher on her thighs, her gaze taking in every detail of his shell-shocked expression with satisfaction. “Feeling better?” she murmured against his lips, nipping his lower lip lightly.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Joe whispered, his eyes closed, his chest heaving with his effort to control himself. Fuck control, he abruptly thought, his arousal begging for relief. She is going to get what she deserves for that little act. Suddenly he grabbed her hair, yanking her head up so he could look into her eyes, his own filled with a wildness he no longer wanted to control. Instead he wanted to make her just as wild, his inner demons demanding that he ravish her until she could barely breathe. “You little witch,” he said softly, kissing her fervently, his tongue swirling into take possession of her mouth, his hand fisted in her hair holding her still for his invasion of her senses.
Sabrina moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders as she pressed closer to him, so aroused by his obvious loss of control that she felt as if she were going up in flames, her moisture pooling between her legs. She felt his hands fumble impatiently with the tie on her halter top, a sharp gasp escaping her as he suddenly gave the fabric a rough yank, the top easily tearing in two. Joe stripped it from her body, barely aware of his own actions through the haze of lust he was in the grips of, intent on her body, his mouth traveling down to her bared breast and taking it deep into his mouth, his teeth sharply biting her stiff nipple before his tongue swirled over the sensitive tip. Sabrina cried out, her excitement growing as he gripped her hips, pulling her hard against him, her wetness increasing at his uninhibited actions.
Joe growled deep in his throat, desperate to touch her, taste her, to possess her fully, to both punish her and thank her for the torture she’d inflicted on him. His hands slid up her thighs as he switched to her other breast, suckling and nibbling on her nipple as the fabric of her short skirt rucked up around her hips, his hands sliding not over panties, as he’d thought, but bare skin. He groaned softly as the thought penetrated his fevered brain that she’d removed them earlier, arousing him further than he’d thought possible. His hand fisted in the fabric of her skirt, yanking sharply.
Sabrina gasped as she heard the sharp sound of fabric tearing, her skirt torn away, leaving her wearing only the thin silver chain around her waist. His hand delved between her legs, drawing a sharp cry from her as he thrust two fingers deep into her dripping sheath, his thumb circling her clit mercilessly, making her writhe desperately against him, pleasure crashing over her senses. Joe fisted his free hand in her hair once more, whispering raggedly against her lips, “Is this what you want?” He thrust his fingers sharply into her once more, wringing another cry from her. “Or is it this?” He pulled his fingers free, lifting her hips and bringing her down onto his throbbing erection, sliding deeply inside as he sucked the juices from his fingers, delighting in her taste.
“Joe!” Sabrina cried out, throwing her head back as he filled her, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. Joe moaned, locking his arms behind her back as she began moving, her hips undulating sensually against him. His hips moved in counterpoint to hers, his thick cock sliding in and out of her spasming sheath, thrusting sharply into her periodically so that she would cry out again, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders. Joe ignored the small pain, loving watching her fall apart in his arms as she suddenly climaxed around him, the walls of her sheath gripping and milking his cock. He grabbed her hips, holding her still, slowly continuing his movements in and out of her clenching slit.
“Now… I have you where I want you,” he whispered raggedly against her throat, thrusting sharply into her.
“And I’m not going to stop…” thrust
“Until I’m satisfied!” THRUST
Sabrina nearly screamed in pleasure as he began fucking her hard, his hot gaze locked onto her face, watching every myriad expression of ecstasy crossing it, her tight sheath rippling and clenching around him. “Harder… please… oh God yes,” she gasped, desperate to feel him claim her, her arousal rising to heights she’d never felt before. Groaning softly, Joe complied, his hips thrusting faster and harder into her, the wet sound of skin hitting skin filling the silence of her apartment. Joe gritted his teeth, feeling his orgasm building in his groin as she threw her head back, a scream of pleasure torn from her lips, her nails leaving deep gouges in his shoulders. Gasping, Joe grabbed her hair, yanking her mouth down to his as he pounded himself into her, his teeth biting down on her lower lip as he experienced the most powerful orgasm he’d ever felt, pouring himself into her welcoming body, his body trembling wildly from the sensations, a harsh shout passing from his lips to hers. Panting hard, they both slumped against the cushions, trembling in the aftermath, Sabrina’s forehead resting against his shoulder, both of them still feeling the aftershocks of their incredible orgasms, one or the other occasionally jerking slightly from the sensations. It was nearly ten minutes before Sabrina regained enough of her breath to whisper, “Jesus… that was…” Words failed her, and Joe picked up where she left off breathlessly.
“Absolutely… fucking… spectacular,” he murmured. “I have never… felt… anything… like that in my life.” He wrapped his arms around her, shivering slightly as the memory of what she had done to him made his body react again.
“I know I… sure as hell haven’t,” Sabrina concurred, still a bit breathless as she snuggled against him, her fingers playing with the hair at the base of his head.
Joe chuckled softly, lightly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “We certainly have explosive sexual chemistry. I’ve made love to you three times today and jerked off once in the shower this morning thinking about you, and already I want you again. New personal best for me.” He grinned as she laughed, lightly kissing the top of her head.
“By the way,” Sabrina said conversationally as she lifted her head from his shoulder, a sparkle of mischief lighting her eyes. “You owe me a new outfit.”
Joe flushed as he remembered he’d literally ripped her clothing from her body, his dark gaze spotting the tattered remnants lying on her coffee table as he ran a hand through his hair in mild chagrin. “Guess I should apologize for that one,” he said in mild embarrassment.
“Why bother?” Sabrina asked, the sparkle of mischief increasing. Leaning over, she murmured in his ear, “Between you and me, it turned me on, knowing that I made you that desperate.” She giggled as his mouth dropped open in surprise, a smug look on her face.
“You little tease,” Joe said, unable to keep himself from grinning.
“Hey, you said it yourself this morning. ‘Payback’s a bitch’,” Sabrina replied, grinning. She shrieked as he grabbed her sides, tickling her until she was giggling and squirming uncontrollably, a fact that made him start to harden inside her, to his complete surprise. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he wanted her again, but he had honestly thought he wouldn’t be capable of anything else. God she is incredible, he thought.
“Whoa tigress,” he said aloud, seizing her hips to hold her still. “I think we’d better call a truce before I go insane.” His words made her aware of his semi-aroused state, a mischievous look crossing her face.
“Hey, it’s your own fault,” Sabrina retorted, her giggles subsiding, giving a subtle wiggle of her hips that made him swallow hard and tighten his grip on her hips.
“Maybe so, but that’s still no excuse,” Joe said, somehow managing to keep a straight face.
“For what?” Sabrina asked, laughing incredulously.
“For you being so damn fine of course,” Joe replied, winking at her lasciviously.
“Hey, your reactions are strictly your own fault, buster; don’t you go trying to pin this on me,” Sabrina teased, poking his chest with one finger.
“I’m not trying to pin it on you… just in you,” Joe replied in a silky drawl, pulling her hips hard against his to illustrate his “point”.
Sabrina caught her breath at his action, recovering enough to tease, “Insatiable, that’s what you are.” She nipped the tip of his nose playfully.
“With sex this good, can you blame me?” Joe replied, chuckling.
“All right, you got me there,” Sabrina said after pretending to give it a moment’s thought, laughing. “Still, may I suggest that we move to a more comfortable location before my legs fall asleep?”
“Can’t have that, now can we? Wouldn’t want these beautiful legs to be unable to wrap around me,” Joe said, laughing softly as he slowly lifted her off of him, kissing her tenderly.

A/N: Updates will have to taper off, since I’m heading to the field for nine days, but see, you got more smut!! And Joe fighting!! I dunno about the rest of you, but I’ve always thought the idea of a man fighting to protect his girl is extremely sexy. Anyways, please read, review, and I promise I’ll be working on the story in the field when I have nothing more important to do (which, since I’m on night shift, won’t be that difficult). I’m a little disappointed I haven’t got any reviews yet, but I appreciate the five star votes immensely, so thank you!!!
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