It had been over a month since the incident during the guard shift. According to the doctor on hand in the medical wing, the axillary artery in her shoulder had been nicked by the bullet. And, despite her rapid healing abilities, she was put on bed rest for three days so as to not tear out the stitches. Abigail hated those three days, she was restless and sick of not being able to get away from Khan. He frequently teased her about being unable to go outside resulting in her popping a stitch.

By the time her three days were up she couldn't stay out of the room enough. She got back to training as soon as her stitches were out, staying in the workout room for hours. Even though the doctor had suggested it would be wise to wait for the tenderness in her shoulder to recede before resuming the usual sparring sessions, she paid no mind, tackling Khan to the ground at the first ill remark.

"Oof!"

Khan landed flat on his back on the training room floor; the air fleeing his lungs. Abigail landed on top of him, her knees pinning his arms to the padded ground. Applying pressure with her forearm, she trapped his head firmly down by his throat. He looked up at her curiously, glacier eyes locking on her fiercely gold ones. God, how he hated those arrogant eyes. His jaw clenched, bringing a smirk to her full lips.

"Come now, darling," she purred, leaning her face down to his and applying more pressure, "you can do better than that."

Khan's mouth set in an even line as he relaxed his body beneath her. As her lips formed a derisive pout at the assumed admission of defeat, he pushed her off of his arms, rolling on top of her thin form and barring her head to the ground with his arm at her throat. Anger began to fill her golden gaze as the realization of betrayal hit her. She squirmed a moment before feeling the insides of his thighs squeeze her arms to her sides. Disbelief and fury filled her chest, both at herself for letting her guard down and at Khan for taking advantage of her when the fight should've been over.

"You're right," he murmured, shadowing her movements, "darling."

Abigail glared up into his poised face, observing the easy triumph in his icy eyes. 'Alright, alright. You've made your point. Get off," she growled, averting her gaze as he stood with his legs straddling her hips.

A smirk curled his lips as he out stretched his hand for her to take. Ignoring the half-assed peace offering, she stood and side stepped the taller man. As Khan turned to follow her out of the nearly vacated training room, Abigail grabbed ahold of his right arm, flipping him onto his back in front of her. A grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she tiptoed around his seething form.

"I'll see you back in the room then," she called over her shoulder, leering at the lack of reply.

Abigail walked back towards the boarding portion of the institute through the herb garden. She nodded in acknowledgement at those who passed, mainly fellow Augments on their daily shifts or headed to training. It was nowhere near time for the roommates' overlapping shifts, so she weaved her way through the halls and unlocked the tall door before her. Kicking off her boots with added frustration, she ran a hand through her long, chestnut curls. Khan was so bloody arrogant. Granted they were all made to be, but he in particular got on her nerves. She rolled her eyes angrily, stripping down in preparation for a soothing shower. Marching towards the bathroom at the back of their quarters, she turned on the water and stepped into the cold spray.

What right did he have? Showing off in hand-to-hand combat. What was he? A bird of prey? Fluffing his feathers at her. He was no alpha; not compared to her. And the audacity of the director; pairing the two of them in the same room as if she had no idea of her distaste for him. Closing her eyes, she sat at the bottom of the tub and curled her knees to her chest.

Khan stared up at the ceiling, his back pressed flat against the padded training room floor. He listened to the fading footfalls of Abigail echoing down the hall and disappearing into the garden. After a deep breath he sat up, dusting himself off before following slowly in her wake.

He had nowhere to be for some time and had never attained the urge to wander like many of his fellow Augments. Without anything for his thoughts to latch onto, they drifted to her. Her frivolous flirting repeatedly got on his nerves, and he knew the only reason she did was to annoy him right back. Silently he cursed the director. If her purpose for pairing the two together was for them to fuel one another's fire, then she was spot on. The only thing the two of them did together was physically fight or argue. And with the conveniently conjoined guard schedule, they rarely had time apart. His feet carried him through the winding halls as his mind focused on the burning annoyance that carried through with thoughts of his roommate. All too quickly he found himself standing before the tall door that lead to their quarters, and sighing, he pushed it open.

Shutting off the water, Abigail stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself. She took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom, combing her fingers back through her wet hair. The door at the front of the room swung shut, jarring her from her tranquil silence and bringing her to a halt. Looking up at the disturber in question, she met Khan's bright eyes. Her questioning and rather annoyed expression flattened into an unreadable mask, and she looked away in favor of the simple wooden dresser near the foot of her bed. Riffling through the top drawer in search of a distraction and clothing, she listened to the delayed foot steps behind her followed by the cush of the duvet on top of his bed accepting his weight. Figuring he wasn't looking, and not caring much if he was, she dropped her towel and pulled on a pair of pants and a bra.

Upon twisting around to retrieve her towel from the ground, she found Khan's curious gaze on her. She straightened, narrowing her fiery eyes at him in aggravation. He took his time, finally raising his eyes to hers in an almost lazy fashion. The indifference in his face set a fire in her chest. There was nothing she wanted more than to kick his ass and leave him as she had in the training room. A familiar challenge reflected back at her in the way his jaw straightened, teasing her, seducing her into a fight. She took a deep breath in through her nose like the director had suggested she do when frustrated and turned back to the dresser, towel in hand. Pulling on a long sleeve shirt, she heard a chuckle from the bed behind her.

Abigail clamped her eyelids shut for a moment before turning on her heel and tightening her jaw. "Can I help you?" she asked, irritated. Every fiber of her genetically modified being told her to simply rip his head off, but instead she folded her arms over her chest.

"Oh, no. Don't mind me." He held his hands up in mock submission, his face passive. "I'm just observing."

Changing tactics, she raised her eyebrow, placing her hands on her hips. "Enjoying the view I see," she commented, walking to the edge of the bed. "Would you rather I left my keks off then, darling?" Her lips curled into a smug grin as she scrutinized him thoughtfully.

Khan wasn't an unattractive man, that much he knew. His superior genes had done them all great justice, making them aesthetically pleasing to most species. He was lean with long, muscular arms and a smooth neck. His piercing blue eyes were set into a handsome face equipped with a long, straight nose and perfect cupid's bow lips. The planes of his profile were implemented with cheekbones so sharp one could cut their hand slapping his face. Thick, dark hair he kept pushed back out of his eyes now crept down his forehead to tease his brow. It wasn't just frustration with his attitude that itched at her mind.

"Oh, the decision is entirely up to you," he assured her.

Abigail's tongue darted out to wet her lips before she shifted her weight to the opposite leg. "So it wouldn't bother you if I chose to keep them off then?"

"Not in the slightest," Khan replied, rolling his eyes dismissively.

Irritation crawled into her mind, urging her to make him back down, to make him admit defeat. His expression didn't waver as she knelt down on the bed, straddling his lap. An almost annoyed question burned behind his eyes as she placed a hand in the center of his chest and slowly pushed him back into a laying position on the bed. He let her; his curiosity getting the better of him. Sweeping her damp curtain of hair to the side, she leaned her face down to Khan's, hovering over him. Her position greatly mirrored that of only a short while before in the training room, and her intentions were no different. Her right arm supported her weight as her left hand cupped his cheek. She lightly brushed her thumb along the ridge of his cheekbone.

"Are you still not bothered?" Abigail murmured, her eyes flicking to his mouth as his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. It was a dangerous game she was playing; warning bells began to ring as she processed the possible outcomes of the situation she had put the two of them into.

Khan's brow furrowed incredulously, examining the conflicting emotions that flashed through her undecided eyes. "No," he deadpanned, waiting for her reaction.

She was now so close to Khan that when he spoke their lips brushed against the other's. This was not ignored by either party; both pairs of eyes flicking down at the other's lips in unison then back up. A long still moment passed. Their breathing was shallow, in conjunction as they stared at each other. Every bit of annoyance and bitterness that they held for one another floated to the surface, displayed plainly on their faces. Abigail's teeth clenched together for a moment, making her jaw ache with the force. The stillness vanished as her lips crashed against his. Every ounce of emotion she poured into the kiss, feeling his mouth immediately respond in the same angry manner. Abandoning her attempt to keep herself distanced from him, she brought her right hand to cup the other side of his face, keeping him close.

More frustration bubbled to the surface as she thought more and more about the things he did that annoyed her to no end. The way he would chuckle for whatever reason at her when she was absorbed in something that didn't involve him. The way his eyes mocked her in training. How he made everything the two of them did together a challenge. The shameless arrogance that was palpable around him every second of every day.

She momentarily broke away from the kiss, keeping her eyes closed and letting her head fall back as he worked his way down her throat. "I hate you," she muttered, her fingers running up through the hair at the back of his head.

"Shut up," he growled, grazing his teeth beneath her jaw.

A wave of electricity flooded her veins as Khan rolled on top of her, devouring every inch of her long neck. His cool hands slid beneath her shirt, tracing the easy curve of her back with his wintry fingertips. The sudden chill against her shower-warmed skin caused her back to arch, pressing her smooth stomach and hips to his. A primal growl rumbled in his chest, and he quickly pulled Abigail's shirt over her head, tossing it away. Her hands slid down his sculpted back; fingers curling and bunching up the fabric of his own shirt to tug over his head.

A smirk pulled at his lips as he stared down at her vulnerable position beneath him. Yes, she could easily slip away from him, but she wouldn't. She was under his control and that was exactly how he liked it. Suddenly Abigail realized he had regained dominance of the situation, frustration bubbling up within her at the aura of arrogance that rippled around his perfectly molded body. Her arms coiled around his neck, bringing him back down in a defiant kiss. She could feel the taunting grin of success on his lips as he kissed her back hungrily. Transferring her weight strategically, she suddenly shifted and rolled gracefully on top of Khan. The smirk was quickly replaced with a frustrated deadpan expression as she kissed down his heated throat.

A strained groan sounded from him as her teeth nipped and grazed across his flesh while her hands worked their way far ahead of her ravenous mouth. Her nimble fingers easily undid the clasp of his trousers, tossing them away as quickly as she could get them off. Khan was eager to get back in control of the situation no matter how good Abigail felt on top of him. But before he could move her underneath him once more, he gasped in pleasure. His head fell back against the bed, all composure out the window as she slid her tongue along his length which had been let loose from the constraints of his pants. Triumph filled her stomach as she experimented slowly, first licking the tip then proceeding to slide it between her lips. His breathing became ragged as she began bobbing her head and maintaining a firm grasp of the base.

Propping himself up onto his elbows, Khan watched with hooded eyes as Abigail massaged what was not enveloped in her warm mouth. The pleasure began to build greater, trapping the moans in his throat. Afraid of losing himself completely so soon, he pulled her head up and glared. Smirking back, she was not surprised when Khan moved himself back in a more dominating position over her; his mouth back at her neck. Closing her eyes as he moved his lips moved over her collarbone, she felt his fingers tentatively slide her pants off. Her fingers curled in his hair, pulling his mouth back up to hers for another hungry kiss. A soft moan escaped her throat, quickly being swallowed by Khan as he slid his length between her folds and inhaled sharply with pleasure.

Abigail's frustration began to melt away as Khan's hips began to beat rhythmically, sending waves of pleasurable electricity through each of their bodies. One hand slid down his shoulder blade, the other gripping the back of his neck as the rhythm increased. Their lips parted, both watching where they connected. Letting her head fall back against the bed, she moaned louder, feeling his hand slip between the two of them to gently rub her clit. Her hips arched as she felt the edge of ecstasy quickly approaching.

"Oh, Khan," she groaned, eyes closed as he looked into her face.

"Come for me," he ground out in a low voice, the sound of his name soaked in pleasure and delivered in her voice filled his ears, bringing him ever closer.

His voice was her undoing, and she tumbled over the edge of climax. His hips rocked into her faster, ecstasy rolling through him as well. Their breathing was heavy for a moment, in unison as his hips slowly came to a stop. Slowly he pulled out of her, kissing her gently and rolling off of her.

Abigail rested her head on Khan's shoulder, laying her hand on his chest. Feeling him take a deep breath, she didn't raise her head to look at him.

"This doesn't change anything," she muttered softly, knowing he was smirking at her.

"I don't see why it would," he agreed coolly, wrapping his arm around her waist and staring up at the ceiling drowsily.

"I still hate you," she continued, her eyelids drooping considerably. This definitely was not what she had expected her day to play out as.

"And I you, darling," he breathed, dozing off with his cheek against the top of her head.

"Mmm," she sighed, listening to the deep, even breaths of the man next to her as she dropped off as well.