It was a month of full moon and a stormy night, around 2:00 in the morning, lightning illuminated the façade of the Naranja Academy while the fierce raindrops hit the windows of the classrooms and students' bedrooms. A constant layer of water covered the windows and fell like waterfalls until they were lost over the windowsill.
A convenient scene. Very convenient.
So convenient that the sounds that were produced inside one of the many bedrooms that were distributed throughout the Academy were silenced.
Sounds of kissing, gasping, moaning, the bedding creasing from the sudden movements that were taking place, also the sound of struggling and grunts of frustration. All of this, coming from two bodies that were tangled inside that bed, engaged in a battle seeking to dominate the other.
The young woman seemed to have been in control until that moment, forcing the other to remain still under her body, leaning her naked body on top of his and imprisoning his hands. She had had a hard time subduing him, the difference in strength between them was notable, but she had gotten the upper hand at some point in their struggle, and she could not suppress her expression of satisfaction and pride at herself for her feat. Until she was overconfident, she had not considered that her companion wasn't tired enough to give up, giving him room to find the right time and space to use his foot and sweep her knee. The young woman let out a surprised gasp at the loss of balance and feeling the man's hands controlling her fall before feeling him roll under her and then gain momentum to, somehow, he end up over her back.
It was enough for the guy to move and turn the tables, leaving the woman face down on the mattress and leaving him with his knees on either side of his rival's extended legs, placing his hand on the other's head, pressing it against the pillow to have greater control of the situation.
She growled at her own carelessness and made a desperate attempt to regain the control, however, it only took one push of her head against the plush surface to know that she had lost this round.
"Don´t move" the guy whispered in a warning tone, strengthening his soft and firm grip against the back of her neck. An amused smile appeared on his face as soon as he heard her growl again and look at him with those fierce reddish eyes. "Don't be a bad loser, Juliana, you're not always going to be the one who wins."
Ha-Ha, it was funny that of all the people in the world to say that to her, it had to be Kieran! But she was stubborn, of course, she was! And if this idiot wanted to play with fire, she would gladly pour gasoline over him so that he would burn in all its glory.
"It's funny that of all people you were the one who gave me a lesson on how to be a good loser, isn't it, little Kieran?
Juliana could see how for an instant, her partner's eyelid twitched and that was about to make her burst out laughing knowing that she had touched a nerve, however, only a loud gasp came out of her throat as soon as she felt the teeth of Kieran bury himself in the back of his neck in retaliation. But it will be animal!
"You deserve it, idiot" Kieran hissed once he was far enough away from her, contemplating the mark that had been left on her white skin.
Juliana's shoulders trembled, having the strange feeling of pain mixed with the desire to laugh at Kieran's face again. She turned her head, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye with a trembling, mocking smile gracing her face.
"It was worth it, kid."
With a satisfied smile, Juliana allowed herself to enjoy Kieran's dazed expression at her words, it was so easy to annoy with just a simple word! She know that Kieran didn't like being called "kid" "child" "Little boy" or anything remotely like that, it was something that, who knows why, struck a chord, something that Juliana enjoyed doing herself whenever she wanted to annoy him.
"Stay still now and don't open your mouth. From now on, I'm in charge," Kieran hissed close to Juliana's ear, but far from feeling intimidated, she smiled and simply let herself be done. She had accepted her defeat, but she was satisfied hat she had dealt a blow to her partner's ego, She would take it as a small personal victory! She would have another chance to take revenge on this.
Kieran waited, preparing himself in case Juliana still felt like fighting, but after a few seconds, it seemed like she had completely given up, giving him complete control of the situation. That relaxed him, he was a little tired to continue the constant struggle they had been carrying out until then.
He ran his fingers through the short blue hair, lifting some strands to reveal the recent mark that he had just left and that stood out among all the others that he had previously left distributed around the neck and shoulders. His lips itched, feeling the need to continue covering every trace of skin within reach with marks.
And he would do it, but at his own pace, taking all the time in the world. He had won the game therefore he had also earned the right to decide how, when and how far to go.
He tilted his head and his lips made contact with the fresh teeth mark in a gentle way, contrasting with the abruptness with which he made it, almost like a silent apology. Next, he made a series of kisses, soft, warm and slow, running from the nape of her neck, running over her shoulders and shoulder blades and slowly down her back until he reached the center of her spine while his hands, unable to stay still, devoted their attention to caressing the young woman's waist in slow up and down movements.
He felt her tremble, he even thought he heard a small choked sound in her throat that made him raise his yellow eyes and focus on what little he could see of Juliana's face. Her lips pressed tightly together and she stared at an indeterminate spot on her pillow with her cheeks having a soft blush.
Kieran felt his heart warm at her reaction, as if Juliana was allowing herself to be vulnerable and allowing him to look at her. Kieran wouldn't have wanted anything elseer. He kissed the end of her spine again, before moving back up while he little by little leaned his body on top of hers. His hand sank into her short, messy blue hair while his other hand intertwined with the feminine fingers that until then were gripping her pillow tightly. With a little pressure, Kieran guided Juliana to move her head in his direction, causing yellow and red to clash for an instant, and then he pressed his lips to hers, beginning a soft dance, causing pleasurable sighs to die between their mouths.
Everything, suddenly, became calm, much more intimate and cozy while outside it continued to thunder as if Zapdos were winning the battle against its siblings birds, leaving aside their differences and rivalry, allowing both of them to enjoy their moment together even if it was only until the storm subsided and the sun came out from between the mountains. Until they had to return to the real world, and everything they were sharing at that moment had to be buried as if it had never happened. As usual...
How was all that supposed to have started...?
At what point had these two bitter enemies, who had been battling for so long, ended up in the situation they were in?
Maybe the story should be told from the beginning...or maybe...from the key point of when their bond disintegrated.
TO BE CONTINUED...maybe.