He swung forward and she shield his punch. She kicked him. Whoa, feet ? She received his fist in the shoulder. The punches weren't hard, but they were real. And leave bruises. He was going to wince when he laughed a few days, because of her kick in the ribs. And she was going to crave for ice to press on her shoulder.
He dodged a fist. Where the hell did she learn to fight ? He did when his dad payed the lessons but where did she ?
She grinned at his confused face. "Weevil can be useful. Now he doesn't owe me anymore. For now." she lost balance when he hit her again, but rolled on her back and rose again. Dick smiled. "Remind me not to get him mad." she laughed. "Come on, bring it on ! I'm bored."
This girl was such a tease. "You're gonna taste a bit of my Tyler Durden action !" She smiled at the Fight Club reference. "Oh, goodie ! Edward Norton for me ? Great. You know he's the one who won, right ?"
He smirked and hit her. Outch. She pushed him while gripping his leg and they fell on the sand. She propped herself on her arms and ducked a brow. So ? He grinned. "As much as I like girls on top..." he grabbed her wrists and pushed her with his feet and flipped her above his head. Suddenly, he was above her, breathless. She froze.
Oh oh... not good. She may was fasted but he was heavier. And stronger. She tried to get out, but the more she struggled, the more he grinned, tightening his grip. She tried to kick him, but his hand close around her only free ankle. At that moment, she realized, frustrated, that he was only using one hand to shackle her. She winced with effort.
She was under him and he was pressing with all his weight, grinning. "So, Ronnie. How does it feel to be helpless ?" She squirmed stronger and grimaced. "I'll let you know if ever that happens."
They were both still gasping for air. One moment pause. This definitely wasn't the end. She wanted to win. And she was going to.
He slowly let go of her ankle to see if she was gonna kick again, but she didn't. He trailed his hand on her bare leg from the ankle to the knee and she started pulling on her wrists again. He went on, from the knee to the shorts. Enjoy this, dude. He told himself. Cause when she'll get out and definitely break your nose for that. If looks could kill...
He was weighting on one of her legs, and she kicked the sand with frustration with the other. His hand slip over her shorts and met her waist. Damn, she's so soft. And so cute when she was angry.
He was so wrapped up in his contemplation that he didn't see it coming. She pulled out one arm. Oops. Here it comes.
