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He’d done it again--his moves and recklessness... he’d surprised her. It wasn't as though she wasn't stronger, the evidence was there but his tactics… he’d definitely learned them elsewhere in this world. However she was not displeased. He had the all familiar look in his angled eyes that she’d been dying to see. The looks of life and drive… something he had lost when they last fought.

She approached him, the sweat on his face dripped heavily along his nose and brow. She handed him a towel. He stood, wiping his forehead and catching his breath with an irritated grunt. Their training session was over.

 He was not a worker, she would never call him such, but rather someone who lived and breathed survival. He did not care of your past no more then he cared about your future. He was a warrior. A demon. He was hers.

She noticed his cocked brow. He was watching her think-- trying to read her.

“Is there something you want…?”

He turned to her, narrowing their gap between them. She smiled amused at his frustration. He wanted so badly to win against her, even though in the end… he already had her.  He tensed his jaw, but spoke slow.

“Yeah. You…” He pushed her against the rock, her amused expression never faltering.

“Is that so…?” His rough and callused hands pressed by her head, his eyes never wavered from the frustrated but enticing stare they shared. His head tilted and he leaned coyly, his body pressing slightly against hers. He spoke low but rough.

“Very much...”

He struck a flutter in her chest and she leaned in back. Her lips pressed against his. His hands never budged but his mouth had pinned her senseless to the wall. He… had become her weakness. She had always known he was different. He always surprised her in ways she couldn't understand. He defied all rules at which she claimed a man could be and stretched farther. She moved her hands and pulled him towards her; pressing his body firmly against hers and strengthen her hold. He was hers.

He inhaled sharply and parted lips, roughing the kiss. Her dominance against his was their ever-lasting battle. He softened. He pulled his lips away slowly.

“I will win…”