Warning: I do not own these characters I'm just not cool enough. That honor goes to Lynette Noni.
He pulled the sword out of the dummy sweat droplets dotting his forehead. The boy had to win this; he wanted to be a knight so badly that he needed this practice so fucking much. Boom. He spun around, his sword glinting dangerously in the sunlight from the window. A girl about his age, maybe 18 years old, was standing at the door, dagger flashing, blinding him temporarily. The girl lunged-
'Medora to Delucia!' Her boyfriend's usually calm voice broke her out of her trance. Reading always did that to her; it pulled her straight out of the real world, making her forget exactly what was happening around her. This immensely annoyed Jordan, who seemed to always need attention. He gently pulled the book out of her hands, dropping it behind him.
'It's a social experiment. How long can you survive without a book in your hands?' He told her.
She was sitting on one side of the couch, leaning on the dragon statue, while Jordan lay with his head on the arm of the sofa, legs in D.C.'s lap.
'Give it back, Jordan, or I'll-'
Dix pushed his legs off her lap, shifting so that she was hovering above him, her knees next to his. Her fiery red hair touched the sides of his face, making him smile. She reached over his head to find the book but only fell forward onto her lover's chest. Her heartbeat picked up to unhealthy levels as she breathed in his sweet scent.
'You'll do what? Fall on me. I'm shaking in fear,' he replied, chuckling.
'Shut up, you bastard.' She replied, blushing furiously.
His eyes softened. 'Don't worry, love. I'll always catch you.' He whispered catching her lips with his.