Scrawny
Only days after she'd freed him from the dropship, he had left a trail of flowers for her to follow. Without hesitation she had done so, her gut told her it was Lincoln. They'd slept together for the first time that night.
Then she'd asked him to teach her to fight. First in the safety of the his cave, then in the field beside the entrance. At his signal she lunged to attack him. One swift motion and he flipped her up over his shoulder, she landed in the plush grass.
Groaning, she took a slow breath, it didn't hurt all that bad, but it knocked the breath out of her slightly. She'd told him not to go easy on her, "Again," He ordered as he offered his hand to help her up."You're scrawny, we'll add muscle, give you skills, but you'll always be scrawny." He said, a slow smirk playing on his lips.
"Hey! I am not scrawny. I'm just small." She crossed her arms, but couldn't help the amusement that flickered in her eyes.
"You're both, and weak. So again." While they were having fun, Lincoln knew how serious these lessons were. As much as he wanted to be, he wouldn't always be there to protect her, she needed to be able to do it on her own. She took his words as a challenge and lunged again.