016 Fight

Characters: Emily/Edward

Emily stood on the sparring mat in a loosely ready fighting stance. Edward stood across from her at the ready. They were both waiting for the other to make the first move. Emily decided that she'd have to take the offensive and moved forward. She didn't slow herself down, striking with her right fist as quickly as she could.

Before she'd even really made any move to punch Edward had already moved to block it. This was why Emily didn't slow herself down. She and Edward knew each other well enough that he was able to react to her moves before she could make them and Emily had the reaction time to be able to dodge his attacks. For each of them were really wasn't anyone else on the team that put up a better fight than their partner.

Edward moved to grab Emily, knowing that he'd had an easier time winning if he turned this into a grappling match. Emily was able to move out of the way of his grab. She aimed what would be the first of several hits but Edward side stepped out of the way of the hit. Emily was anticipating it and moved forward, something she usually wouldn't do. Her hand moved forward, grabbing the front of his shirt. Unfortunately for Emily Edward was expecting the out of the ordinary move.

Edward fell backward, pulling Emily down with him. He knew Emily was stubborn and wouldn't release his shirt easily. He stuck his leg out a bit and pushed her up, over his head as he landed. His shirt tore as she took a chunk of the fabric with her as she rolled over him and to her feet.

Edward moved to his feet in quick fluid motions that left him at the ready to strike. "Did you really need to tear my shirt? You could have let go." Edward glanced down at the torn part of his shirt.

"Well if you don't like it then take it off." Emily tossed the bit of fabric that had been in her hand to the side. She moved back into a ready position, this time taking a more defensive stance to indicate she wouldn't attack. At least not yet.

"If I did then you would be at a disadvantage in a grappling match as you would have no clothing to grab onto. I prefer if our fights are more fare on both sides." Edward stripped the shirt and tossed it to the side, moving back into a fighting stance.

"You do realize that you're the only one complaining about it, right? If it really mean that much then I can take off my shirt too, even the field." Emily tugged on the shoulder strap of her shirt, more to indicate to Edward that there was nothing underneath.

"If you were to do that then when we grapple it wouldn't be classified as sparring anymore." Edward's face was blank and unreadable to the normal person. To Emily there were little physical signs that showed otherwise. His stance had relaxed just a little bit, indicating that his attention was partially thinking of the other activity.

"Well, we're really only doing this to get some exercise. Either way we get a work out. Which would you prefer?" Emily relaxed from her stance, watching Edward carefully. He was obviously thinking it over and she shook her head. "You really don't know which you'd prefer to do?"

"I enjoy both activities with you, and you are the only person who can do either of them properly with me. It is a difficult choice," Edward admitted.

Emily sighed and moved over to him, placing a light hand on Edward's shoulder. "I know which I'd prefer to do." Edward's body relaxed and Emily moved. He leg swept his out from under him and he went crashing to the ground. A second later she was straddling him.

Edward lay on the ground, looking up at her. "So which did you chose? From this position we could take either course of action." Edward's eyes traveled down over her body and then back up to her face. "Though at the moment I am having a preference of actions."

Emily leaned down, pressing her lips to his. Edward returned the kiss and the two marines began a different kind of workout.