"Must everything be a contest with you?" Malik rolled under her. One hand smacking the sword out of her hand while the other dug into the soft flesh where her shoulder met neck. Altair cried out at the shock of pain. Unable to prevent Malik from rolling over and pinning her to the ground.
"Yes!" Altair grunted as she squirmed for leverage, his weight completely on her chest making it hard to breath. She kicked her legs up, wrapping them tightly around his waist pulling him even closer. Her snarl turned into a smile as she purred, "It makes everything so interesting."
Malik rolled his eyes. A sigh escaped him as he broke her hold and stood up, completely unaffected, "Altair, some types of dirty fighting are not worth the trouble they cause."
Altair let him go and watched as he picked up their practice swords. Frustrated, she rolled over onto her stomach to watch. "You're wrong. I think the trouble is well worth it."
The swords clattered as Malik set them back into the stands. "Would Esam agree to that?"
Irritation immediately bubbled up at the mention of the name. Esam, the biggest novice who had thought the size of his manhood would be enough to make her forget their practice match and spread her legs for him. Had believed it right up to the point where she had forcibly readjusted it for him. Altair rolled to her feet and glared at the back of Malik's head. "Esam is an idiot. That trouble was all of his own doing!"
"He is an idiot, but," Malik turned around to fix her with a skeptical look, "I know how you like to fight, Altair. There are a lot of idiots like Esam in the world who would take your dirtier tactics the wrong way, and eventually you're going to met one that you can't beat- Altair!"
She ignored him, stalking out of the ring angry enough for it to choke her. No, choke him! Growling curses about idiotic men she went back to her bed alone. Again.
That was one thing she hated about Malik. How completely and utterly oblivious he was.
-it would hit back. Harder.
"Yes!" Altair grunted as she squirmed for leverage, his weight completely on her chest making it hard to breath. She kicked her legs up, wrapping them tightly around his waist pulling him even closer. Her snarl turned into a smile as she purred, "It makes everything so interesting."
Malik rolled his eyes. A sigh escaped him as he broke her hold and stood up, completely unaffected, "Altair, some types of dirty fighting are not worth the trouble they cause."
Altair let him go and watched as he picked up their practice swords. Frustrated, she rolled over onto her stomach to watch. "You're wrong. I think the trouble is well worth it."
The swords clattered as Malik set them back into the stands. "Would Esam agree to that?"
Irritation immediately bubbled up at the mention of the name. Esam, the biggest novice who had thought the size of his manhood would be enough to make her forget their practice match and spread her legs for him. Had believed it right up to the point where she had forcibly readjusted it for him. Altair rolled to her feet and glared at the back of Malik's head. "Esam is an idiot. That trouble was all of his own doing!"
"He is an idiot, but," Malik turned around to fix her with a skeptical look, "I know how you like to fight, Altair. There are a lot of idiots like Esam in the world who would take your dirtier tactics the wrong way, and eventually you're going to met one that you can't beat- Altair!"
She ignored him, stalking out of the ring angry enough for it to choke her. No, choke him! Growling curses about idiotic men she went back to her bed alone. Again.
That was one thing she hated about Malik. How completely and utterly oblivious he was.