This was my first fanfic. Fixed a typo on it though.

I know she just does it to taunt me. I can see it in her eyes, that little spark that no one catches. I shouldn't be able to catch it, this dance we do is all about speed. Slow down enough to see, or be seen, and you get hurt.

I'm just perceptive, that's what I always tell myself. Since the day I met her I've told myself these things, I'm just perceptive, there's no higher bond to speak of. I'm just taunting her, there's no other reason to call her by those pet-names. I'm just insane, that's why I whisper things huskily while we're fighting.

I guess I taunt her just as much as she does though, so it might not be her fault. Like I'm ever going to admit it aloud though. But just -

There it was again, I know she does that to taunt me. While they're not watching, and after I see that little spark that I shouldn't be able to see. It's another thing I can tell myself before I go to bed at night, she's just taunting me. There's no other reason for her to sway her hips after I pause. There's no other reason for her to turn around, look to the side, and stick the edge of her index finger in her mouth.

There's no other reason for her to leave herself so open, so vulnerable, like that. No possible reason for her to lower her eyelids and look so seductively at me. And maybe it's just my imagination running wild on me, but there can't be any other reason for her beautiful crimson hair to flow behind her like that, like some giant billboard saying 'Take me! Take me!'

No matter how many times I see that, I still won't let myself believe it, because as soon as I turn back she'll be back in her stance. And I'll only have my memory, or something along the lines, of her swaying in those baggy brown pants, her cleavage pressing tight against her tight black shirt, open in the mid-drift as always.

I guess, there's always the memory of her hair matted to her forehead in sweat, and her top as wet as if she was in a wet t-shirt contest. But those two dorks are back to chasing each other through the room, holding god-knows-what to do something neither of us could care less about.

As soon as they leave our eye-sight she's already jumped a safe distance from my attacks, and - There she goes again, I swear she just does it to taunt me. Maybe if I think it enough, I'll start believing it.

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