Bloody girl staggered towards her door. Finally finding her keys, she managed to open the lock with record time in slowness. Nearly falling in, she managed to slam the door close behind her. Taking deep breath, she pushed herself towards the darkness in her apartment.
Dry chuckle came from her hoarse throat. Her body ached everywhere, her face was covered with drying blood, but she had won. As usual. Another night spent well. That was the last thing she thought, before small shadow appeared behind her, grabbed her arm in painful hold and half-dragged, half-threw her through living room's door.
Ryuuko landed face first on couch and groaned: „Fuck... that hurt...!"
„I'm glad to hear it. You deserve it." Higher pitched girly voice said without any mirth in it. Right after Ryuuko had managed to turn herself on her back, she got hit by small foot right to her stomach. Normally it wouldn't have hurt her, but couple of broken ribs did miracles to one's pain tolerance. Or the lack of it.
„You think it's funny," Nui asked with dangerously low voice. „Coming back covered in blood, beaten up like common trash?! How long do you think I waited you to come!?"
Ryuuko winced at her girlfriend's voice getting higher pitch. Alcohol sure didn't help make her hearing less sensitive.
„Uh, sorry 'bout that...," was probably not the best thing Ryuuko could mumble. She was rewarded with another kick before Nui straddled her lap, grabbed Ryuuko's face between her dainty fingers and turned it both side taking in the damage. Her fingers ran over Ryuuko's nose and slight sigh of relief came from Nui.
„At least your nose isn't broken. Again."
Ryuuko's tendency to get into fights, had gotten her nose broken three times and mostly destroyed her sense of smell. For someone, who lived in the world of perfumes like Harime Nui, loss of sense of smell, especially if it was the sense of smell of her girlfriend, was akin to a world's end.
„So can I get a kiss?" Dark haired girl smirked through blood and dirt, only earning nose pinch from irritated /
„OUCH!"
„Shut up, crybaby." Nui snapped, but her voice held less anger than /
Silence fell on the room while Nui cleaned Ryuuko's face and plastered her scratches.
Nui stood up from Ryuuko's lap and threw bloody tissues away. She wrinkled her nose at blood on her hands, but decided it can /
„You can't continue like this. I won't allow it," Nui declared staring at slouching Ryuuko with unusual hardness on her face.
„You won't? And what exactly do you think..." Ryuuko had jumped up from sofa. „...you can do!? This is my life! I ain't gonna let no asswipe talk down on me! If they want a fight, I'll give them one!"
Ryuuko had covered the distance between them and glared daggers into smaller girl. After one moment of intense silence, Ryuuko's eye widened in shock.
„Shit, sorry, I didn't wan't to yell at you... It's just it's been shit day and I... Nui... sorry... Nui...?" Ryuuko's voice had turned into whisper, when she tried to search any sign of emotion on her girlfriend's face. Fear started conquering her body. Cold feeling, of having ruined this one relationship, she had somehow managed to hold onto. Even if no one (herself included) could understand how two so different people could fit together. But they somehow worked. Brawler and princess, peasant and noble.
Harime Nui's expression didn't change, when her small hand moved faster than Ryuuko's eye could follow, grabbed taller girl's arm and twisted it. Before she could understand what happened, Ryuuko was on her stomach, arm behind her back and Nui straddling her back.
Nui' free hand stroked Ryuuko's hair and slid to her neck, making raven hair /
„I never said to stop fighting, Ryuuko-chan," Nui's voice had returned to her usual soft and sweet tone. „How many times have you beaten me, my little punk? Oh right, only... zero!"
Ryuuko grumbled something from the floor, her voice unintelligible.
„Don't be like that, Ryuuko-chan," Nui giggled, still keeping Ryuuko in her iron /
„You lack skill and elegance, Ryuuko-chan. You act like some stupid macho, exchanging blows for blows. That's why you never beat me. I am skilled. My style is all about skill and balance, it's pure elegance!"br /
Nui giggled again, now letting go of Ryuuko's hand and allowing her to turn on her back.
Ryuuko stared at Nui with irritation in her /
„That's not how I fight and you know it," she rasped her cheeks red. Not being able to beat Nui even once did hurt Ryuuko's pride, but she has gotten past it by telling her it was fine to have her girlfriend as the single person she had never actually beaten.
„So much pride, Ryuuko-chan," Harime whispered, running her finger over Ryuuko's bruised lips. „I love that part of you. But one mustn't let pride to become weakness."br /
Blond girl whispered while leaning closer, brushing her lips against Ryuuko's.
„Ryuuko-chan is like a butter in my hands", Nui thought. A bit yelling, a bit beating and then intimacy – she really loved how easily she could turn this tough warrior into her obedient slave. And the best part was that Ryuuko never even understood it itself.
Nui's fingers traveled around Ryuuko's body, now completely under her control. Tomorrow she'll teach her how to properly fight and not get hit all the time. But tonight, tonight she'll have Ryuuko-chan all for herself. Her brawler, her lover – the unpolished gem Nui had found and will never let go. And she'll polish her until no one could hurt her precious warrior again. Ryuuko was hers and hers alone, no one else could have her and no one else will hurt her again.