Eli: Thanks for all the reviews! I'm lovin' it! 1:38 AM with nothing to do.
And now, to keep some of you Beth/Dom shippers at bay for a while......
Enjoy!
"And one, two, three, four, five! And one, two, three, four, five!" Dominic called out. Ten little kids did their best to make their punches as straight as possible. He bent down and adjusted one or two of their punches. Then he had them do it over again. Perfect!
They were a great little bunch. They were his second class of the day and the most fun. His first class usually came straight from doing homework and were grumpy and still tired from school, and his third class were full from dinner and drained for the day. This class was lively and energetic and not too big. He still wasn't a people person, but kids he could deal with. He didn't know how Bethany could stand the pre-teens and teenagers.
The only part he didn't like too much was having Andy in his class. It wasn't that he didn't love the kid. Everyone did! It was just that...... Well, he was Andy and that was the only way he could explain it. The other kids didn't care for him too much since he had been and was still being trained by his Father, though his training was no where near as bad as theirs had been. It didn't need to be.
Cause a boy couldn't wield the witchblade.
That's why Jamie had gotten out of learning to fight. He was normal and that's how he wanted to be. Andy only learned because he had been dying to learn it. It was Beth who suggested Andy take Dom's class along with regular training to make it easier on picking him up after school. Since it was Dom teaching, it didn't take much convincing. He had seemed passive in the whole thing but it made him proud to think that he was trusted enough by her parents to train their kid.
He had his class doing exercises for another fifteen minutes before he had them start practicing their tumbling. He had hated that stuff, but they loved it. He didn't know why they did. Or why they all seemed to hum some strange theme song he didn't know of.
He took his eyes off of them for one second to glance at the other class. Beth had them working on strength. God she looked awesome. Slightly messy, demanding, teaching, fighting. This was her in her element.
He was dragged away from her when someone pulled on his tank top. He looked down at Andy. "Grandma Lizzie says to stop looking at her granddaughter that way cause she is too young." He said seriously. The little boy winced. "Now you made her go into her 'back in my day' talk!" He complained. Dominic told him to go to practicing. Andy nodded and headed off, but then turned back around. "Oh, and Jeanne says to keep that thing in your pants."
The casual comment form a kid who didn't understand the meaning almost made him blush. He looked back at his class, but he could still hear her voice barking out orders. Could still pick up her scent from across the room. He loved his job, but it got tough being so close and yet so far all the time, especially when they combined classes every once in a while.
He shook his head. 'This place ain't big enough for the both of us'.
-Later-
Beth and Dom were putting away all the extra body pads for sparing. They had promised Tommy they would lock up for him in exchange for some training time. Class had stopped early due to a very over dramatic mother who had cause a riot since her kid had gotten knocked to the ground during practice fighting. She ran in, high heels screwing up their nice mats and started trying to cradle him with all his pads on and turned to Bethany to cuss her out, saying she shouldn't put her baby up against someone so big. The poor thirteen year old kid was mortified as the other kids snickered, and it had taken alot of Beth yelling, and eventually even Dominic yelling to settle it all down. The mother dragged her son home and the whole class was too worked up to do anything seriously, so they told them to all go home.
After they had put all the stuff away, they warmed up their bodies in preparation. Bethany sank to the floor in a splitz easily and leaned down. "Oh, yeah......" She sighed. " 'I was just trying to show the guys the thing in the Jackie Chan movie. I didn't mean for the stick to go flying.' " She mimicked as she rolled her eyes. Dominic laughed. She eyed him and smirked. "What you laughin' at? I saw the tike with the my little pony sticker on her face bite you."
He rubbed his arm as he finished his practice kicks. "You'd never tell that was a demon with the pink bows and pigtails." He cracked his neck. "You ready to go?" She nodded. She got up and turned on the CD player full blast. Rock music began to pour around them. He grinned. She knew her music!
The two of them began to circle each other playfully. He studied her. Hair in a pony tail out of her face, loose black draw string pants, white almost see through tank top, black bra strap sticking out from the side. Eyes attentive and predatory, steps light and well placed. He saw her left fist clench before he dodged her first attack.
~
~ Now and tell me you like it
And tell me you want it
You're mine
And you don't need another one.
Come on and tell me you like it
And tell me you want it
You're mine
And another one to me ~
~
She was all fire tonight. Kick, dodge, punch, punch, hook, kick, turn, up, punch, kick, block, block, and on and on and on she went. The closest either had come to a real hit was her hair swiping the side of his face. If he wasn't so occupied he would've shook his head. She'd deny it, but he knew when given the change, she'd use her hair as a way of blinding someone. It was long enough for it, if she kept it loose like this more often instead of her braid.
He threw a punch at her and she turned and threw one of her own punches. He caught her right fist with his as he used his legs to keep hers from moving. She struck out with her left only for it to be deflected and also immoblized. His upper part flinched back a bit as she tried to hit him with the back of her head. Failed attempt, and he quickly moved forward to keep it from happening again. Her back and his front were pressed tightly together.
~
~ Now and tell me you like it
And tell me you want it
You're mine
And you don't need another one.
Come on and tell me you like it
And tell me you want it
You're mine~
~
He felt her bottom move against his lower regions. She tried to make it seem it was only failed attempts at moving her legs. They both knew he had her legs down. God, she played dirty. And her plan worked long enough to get her right hand loose enough to try and hit him with her elbow. He had to let her go to dodge. Once he pulled away, she did a kick/punch combo and he was only able to block one of them. Her leg connected with his side and it threw him to the side.
It threw him off, but didn't knock him down. He glanced at her and she was smirking smugly as he waited for her to attack. They both taunted the other to go first. He knew he would have her if she attacked, and he knew she would. She was a cocky one, and her pride in her own skill and her temper would never out last him. Even if she didn't have that against her, she could never compete against how much patience he had in him.
Hey, years of unrequited love had SOME benefits.
~
~And the world will make you high
What can you take from me
That which you can not buy.
Exhilaration
Laughing and turning away.
What can you take form me
Now that you are inside.
Intoxication~
~
He hid his grin when he was her loose her patience and go from defense and offense within a blink of an eye. Predictable. And a bit fancy. Flip forward with an axe kick with his name on it. Dodge. She's already up. I throw a punch, a kick, a second kick, and just to nock that smirk off, I use the same move she used against me, except the kick is what she blocks and the punch connects with her. She struggled against going back a few steps and made herself fall.
'Heh. One for one. We're equal now. Oh, she's mad. Those perfect green eyes have just seen red. Let's see how far you'll take this, Bethany.' He thought to himself as she kicked up, fighting position so natural she must have been born like that. She wasn't smirking anymore. Now this was war!
~
~Now are you feeling enough
To vilify what I love
To sanctify what I hate
Endowed with the need
To carry over the life I lead~
~
She was in full force now. She wasn't gonna show this boy any mercy. She was relentless with her attacks. Punch upon kick upon kick upon punch upon punch upon punch...... The music lyrics they knew so well became a blur in the backround. Hook, crescent, dodge, upper cut, strike, side, side. She snarled. She was gonna bring him down, God damn it! She would!
Her anger made her stronger, but it made her sloppy. He felt the force in her blows, but saw the weakness in how they were performed. All he had to do was wait for her to get sloppy enough. She was backing him up into a corner to try and over power him, to give him less room to maneuver. He had to act fast. After dodging her last punch, he grabbed her leg as she kicked and took her other hand as she tried to punch him. WHAM! He forced her into the wall just in time to take out her other arm before she could strike.
~
~Intoxicating enough
To vilify what I love
To sanctify what I hate
Endowed with the need
To carry over the life I lead~
~
They were both covered in sweat and breathing hard. He still had her leg hiked up to his hip as his other leg held strong just in case she tried to free the other one. She didn't. He had her right arm pinned above her head and her other arm was pinned by his elbow. She tried to move her left arm and winced inwardly. He was too busy trying to keep himself together to notice. 'Damn!' He thought to himself. She was affecting him. And she knew it. Hell, this close she could feel it.
Dominic was only human, and male at that. He tried to think of some sort of an excuse along those lines when she smiled. Her right hand caressed the back of his hand. Her leg pressed closer to his hip and wrapped around him. What attack was this? They were so close, so painfully close. Faces barely inches away. She smiled, so sweet, so tempting. God help him, he couldn't take it anymore. It was too much. He was drowning in her.
~
~Intoxication~
~
He didn't want his eyes to close, but they did. Hers were too. He moved his elbow off her arm and felt her tug him closer. 'So close, never been so close. God, I love you Bethany. Say it! Damn it, I can't! Please know, Beth. Just know!' He thought to himself. Her loose hair ticked his cheek as their lips just barely touched and.......
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Dominic slammed down on his alarm clock. "Fuck!" He murmured rasping, his throat dry despite all the sweat on him. He got out of bed into the cold morning air. It wasn't enough. He went straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower full blast. Cold, ice cold. He shivered and laid his head back against the glass. The burning on the inside of his wrist and on his chest began to go down, along with other things. He sighed.
"Damn you, mi'lady! Damn you!"
Coming Attractions:
Daddy Dearest
Eli: Ain't I a stinker? The song is 'Intoxication' by Disturbed.
"And one, two, three, four, five! And one, two, three, four, five!" Dominic called out. Ten little kids did their best to make their punches as straight as possible. He bent down and adjusted one or two of their punches. Then he had them do it over again. Perfect!
They were a great little bunch. They were his second class of the day and the most fun. His first class usually came straight from doing homework and were grumpy and still tired from school, and his third class were full from dinner and drained for the day. This class was lively and energetic and not too big. He still wasn't a people person, but kids he could deal with. He didn't know how Bethany could stand the pre-teens and teenagers.
The only part he didn't like too much was having Andy in his class. It wasn't that he didn't love the kid. Everyone did! It was just that...... Well, he was Andy and that was the only way he could explain it. The other kids didn't care for him too much since he had been and was still being trained by his Father, though his training was no where near as bad as theirs had been. It didn't need to be.
Cause a boy couldn't wield the witchblade.
That's why Jamie had gotten out of learning to fight. He was normal and that's how he wanted to be. Andy only learned because he had been dying to learn it. It was Beth who suggested Andy take Dom's class along with regular training to make it easier on picking him up after school. Since it was Dom teaching, it didn't take much convincing. He had seemed passive in the whole thing but it made him proud to think that he was trusted enough by her parents to train their kid.
He had his class doing exercises for another fifteen minutes before he had them start practicing their tumbling. He had hated that stuff, but they loved it. He didn't know why they did. Or why they all seemed to hum some strange theme song he didn't know of.
He took his eyes off of them for one second to glance at the other class. Beth had them working on strength. God she looked awesome. Slightly messy, demanding, teaching, fighting. This was her in her element.
He was dragged away from her when someone pulled on his tank top. He looked down at Andy. "Grandma Lizzie says to stop looking at her granddaughter that way cause she is too young." He said seriously. The little boy winced. "Now you made her go into her 'back in my day' talk!" He complained. Dominic told him to go to practicing. Andy nodded and headed off, but then turned back around. "Oh, and Jeanne says to keep that thing in your pants."
The casual comment form a kid who didn't understand the meaning almost made him blush. He looked back at his class, but he could still hear her voice barking out orders. Could still pick up her scent from across the room. He loved his job, but it got tough being so close and yet so far all the time, especially when they combined classes every once in a while.
He shook his head. 'This place ain't big enough for the both of us'.
-Later-
Beth and Dom were putting away all the extra body pads for sparing. They had promised Tommy they would lock up for him in exchange for some training time. Class had stopped early due to a very over dramatic mother who had cause a riot since her kid had gotten knocked to the ground during practice fighting. She ran in, high heels screwing up their nice mats and started trying to cradle him with all his pads on and turned to Bethany to cuss her out, saying she shouldn't put her baby up against someone so big. The poor thirteen year old kid was mortified as the other kids snickered, and it had taken alot of Beth yelling, and eventually even Dominic yelling to settle it all down. The mother dragged her son home and the whole class was too worked up to do anything seriously, so they told them to all go home.
After they had put all the stuff away, they warmed up their bodies in preparation. Bethany sank to the floor in a splitz easily and leaned down. "Oh, yeah......" She sighed. " 'I was just trying to show the guys the thing in the Jackie Chan movie. I didn't mean for the stick to go flying.' " She mimicked as she rolled her eyes. Dominic laughed. She eyed him and smirked. "What you laughin' at? I saw the tike with the my little pony sticker on her face bite you."
He rubbed his arm as he finished his practice kicks. "You'd never tell that was a demon with the pink bows and pigtails." He cracked his neck. "You ready to go?" She nodded. She got up and turned on the CD player full blast. Rock music began to pour around them. He grinned. She knew her music!
The two of them began to circle each other playfully. He studied her. Hair in a pony tail out of her face, loose black draw string pants, white almost see through tank top, black bra strap sticking out from the side. Eyes attentive and predatory, steps light and well placed. He saw her left fist clench before he dodged her first attack.
~
~ Now and tell me you like it
And tell me you want it
You're mine
And you don't need another one.
Come on and tell me you like it
And tell me you want it
You're mine
And another one to me ~
~
She was all fire tonight. Kick, dodge, punch, punch, hook, kick, turn, up, punch, kick, block, block, and on and on and on she went. The closest either had come to a real hit was her hair swiping the side of his face. If he wasn't so occupied he would've shook his head. She'd deny it, but he knew when given the change, she'd use her hair as a way of blinding someone. It was long enough for it, if she kept it loose like this more often instead of her braid.
He threw a punch at her and she turned and threw one of her own punches. He caught her right fist with his as he used his legs to keep hers from moving. She struck out with her left only for it to be deflected and also immoblized. His upper part flinched back a bit as she tried to hit him with the back of her head. Failed attempt, and he quickly moved forward to keep it from happening again. Her back and his front were pressed tightly together.
~
~ Now and tell me you like it
And tell me you want it
You're mine
And you don't need another one.
Come on and tell me you like it
And tell me you want it
You're mine~
~
He felt her bottom move against his lower regions. She tried to make it seem it was only failed attempts at moving her legs. They both knew he had her legs down. God, she played dirty. And her plan worked long enough to get her right hand loose enough to try and hit him with her elbow. He had to let her go to dodge. Once he pulled away, she did a kick/punch combo and he was only able to block one of them. Her leg connected with his side and it threw him to the side.
It threw him off, but didn't knock him down. He glanced at her and she was smirking smugly as he waited for her to attack. They both taunted the other to go first. He knew he would have her if she attacked, and he knew she would. She was a cocky one, and her pride in her own skill and her temper would never out last him. Even if she didn't have that against her, she could never compete against how much patience he had in him.
Hey, years of unrequited love had SOME benefits.
~
~And the world will make you high
What can you take from me
That which you can not buy.
Exhilaration
Laughing and turning away.
What can you take form me
Now that you are inside.
Intoxication~
~
He hid his grin when he was her loose her patience and go from defense and offense within a blink of an eye. Predictable. And a bit fancy. Flip forward with an axe kick with his name on it. Dodge. She's already up. I throw a punch, a kick, a second kick, and just to nock that smirk off, I use the same move she used against me, except the kick is what she blocks and the punch connects with her. She struggled against going back a few steps and made herself fall.
'Heh. One for one. We're equal now. Oh, she's mad. Those perfect green eyes have just seen red. Let's see how far you'll take this, Bethany.' He thought to himself as she kicked up, fighting position so natural she must have been born like that. She wasn't smirking anymore. Now this was war!
~
~Now are you feeling enough
To vilify what I love
To sanctify what I hate
Endowed with the need
To carry over the life I lead~
~
She was in full force now. She wasn't gonna show this boy any mercy. She was relentless with her attacks. Punch upon kick upon kick upon punch upon punch upon punch...... The music lyrics they knew so well became a blur in the backround. Hook, crescent, dodge, upper cut, strike, side, side. She snarled. She was gonna bring him down, God damn it! She would!
Her anger made her stronger, but it made her sloppy. He felt the force in her blows, but saw the weakness in how they were performed. All he had to do was wait for her to get sloppy enough. She was backing him up into a corner to try and over power him, to give him less room to maneuver. He had to act fast. After dodging her last punch, he grabbed her leg as she kicked and took her other hand as she tried to punch him. WHAM! He forced her into the wall just in time to take out her other arm before she could strike.
~
~Intoxicating enough
To vilify what I love
To sanctify what I hate
Endowed with the need
To carry over the life I lead~
~
They were both covered in sweat and breathing hard. He still had her leg hiked up to his hip as his other leg held strong just in case she tried to free the other one. She didn't. He had her right arm pinned above her head and her other arm was pinned by his elbow. She tried to move her left arm and winced inwardly. He was too busy trying to keep himself together to notice. 'Damn!' He thought to himself. She was affecting him. And she knew it. Hell, this close she could feel it.
Dominic was only human, and male at that. He tried to think of some sort of an excuse along those lines when she smiled. Her right hand caressed the back of his hand. Her leg pressed closer to his hip and wrapped around him. What attack was this? They were so close, so painfully close. Faces barely inches away. She smiled, so sweet, so tempting. God help him, he couldn't take it anymore. It was too much. He was drowning in her.
~
~Intoxication~
~
He didn't want his eyes to close, but they did. Hers were too. He moved his elbow off her arm and felt her tug him closer. 'So close, never been so close. God, I love you Bethany. Say it! Damn it, I can't! Please know, Beth. Just know!' He thought to himself. Her loose hair ticked his cheek as their lips just barely touched and.......
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Dominic slammed down on his alarm clock. "Fuck!" He murmured rasping, his throat dry despite all the sweat on him. He got out of bed into the cold morning air. It wasn't enough. He went straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower full blast. Cold, ice cold. He shivered and laid his head back against the glass. The burning on the inside of his wrist and on his chest began to go down, along with other things. He sighed.
"Damn you, mi'lady! Damn you!"
Coming Attractions:
Daddy Dearest
Eli: Ain't I a stinker? The song is 'Intoxication' by Disturbed.