"What were you thinking?" Dredd yelled at Anderson, the toes of his boots pressed against hers.
Had his helmet been off, she was sure his eyes would have been flashing. As it was, frustration was rolling off of him in waves.
But she was irritated too.
She narrowed her eyes and held her head higher.
"What was I supposed to do? I was protecting you!" Anderson snapped, pressing her index finger into his chest for emphasis.
"You could have been killed!" Dredd roared, ripping his helmet off and tossing it onto the couch before roughly yanking her to him.
His mouth crashed down onto hers and thus began the clashing to teeth and tongues as they fought for dominance.
Their uniforms peeled away, Dredd spun Anderson, bending her over the back of the couch.
He thrust into her from behind and she bit back a scream. He was so thick and slamming into all the right places.
It didn't take long for Anderson to whimper his name as her climax rushed through her.
"Joseph!" she cried out, her body tightening around him.
Dredd struggled to stay in control but his own climax followed and he emptied himself into her, suspiciously groaning what sounded like "Cassandra."
He slumped his forehead against her back, his hands still clutching her hips.
She was breathing hard, her hair in her face, her hands pressed into the couch's pillows.
Once he regained his strength, Dredd slipped out of her and swung Anderson into his arms bridal style.
He carried her to the bedroom, where he gently deposited her onto the bed and followed her down, protectively wrapping his body around hers.
She sighed as she intertwined her fingers with his, her left inked ring finger covering his own inked ring finger.
"What were we fighting about?" Anderson sleepily murmured.
Dredd grunted a non-committal response, his own adrenaline rush fading as he buried his face in her hair.
They drifted off, forgetting about their long day of fighting crime and the brush with death that was too close for comfort.
Tomorrow would bring its own challenges.