"What the hell happened to you?" Veronica looked up at the man who walked into her room. His shirt torn, almost to shreds, and he had a multiple cuts on his body that looked bad. No to mention he looked tired as hell. She stared up at him as she finished placing a final band-aid on her knee and elbow. Yeah she had a few bad scratches, a forearm wrapped in bandages, a swollen lip, and a bit of blood on her shirt but she still looked a hell of a lot better than he did.
"You're one to talk," she responded as he came and sat on her bed. She rolled her eyes and kicked off her boots.
"Sure Dante come on in," she said sarcastically. She was already irritated at what happened earlier she didn't want to have the same issue at her own house in her own room.
"You didn't answer my question sweetheart." It was true she didn't. "What happened?" She stared at him through the corner of her eye. It was possible he wasn't going home tonight and that irritated her a little. That was happening a lot today.
"I got into a little scrap with a guy on the street," she answered pulling her blood stained her off and tossing it in her hamper. She checked her bra to make sure it wasn't damaged or blood stained and she sighed in relief when it wasn't. She expected a joke about her being a man again but surprised when he didn't. She turned her attention to him and frowned.
"Could you stop being such a pig," she said walking over to her dresser to look for another shirt. Geez she took her shirt off for two minutes and he was already drooling like a damn dog. Before she could pull the top over her head she felt herself being turned around and being kissed roughly on her already bruised lips. Veronica pushed at his chest. She tried to speak against his lips but he was too strong, one of the reasons he always won their little sparing matches.
"Dante," Veronica muttered, "get off me!" She bit his lip in frustration but she then realized her mistake. That only turned him on more. Whenever the she was having sex she would always be rough with him and vice versa. And of course he always enjoyed it. One minute she was pushing him off of her and the next she was on her bed and he was on top, shoving his tongue down her throat and grinding against her. God, he felt so good. And as he began to take off what was left of his shirt and unbuckle his pants she thought to herself.
Maybe she needed to get laid.