I wrote this for a promptathon over at be_compromised: fill prompts with either a three-sentence fic or a hundred-word drabble.
I filled BettyBackInTheDay's prompt "bad habits" with 100 words. I had fun writing it & I hope you enjoy it! :)
It's been instilled in her from too young an age: always be prepared for an attack. If someone lays a hand on you, fight back immediately or risk getting hurt.
So she's barely had time to register the feel of his arm around her shoulders before he hits the floor with a ground-shaking thud.
He stares up at her. "What was that for?"
"I... Sorry. Force of habit."
"You have a habit of throwing people over your shoulder when they try to hug you?"
She shrugs.
He gets to his feet, slowly.
"Okay with you if I try that again?"
