“I’m not going anywhere, Mark,” she said stubbornly.
“I know that now. I know now that even if it was still true that there is no way that I could let you leave. You are so deep inside of me little bird that if you left, I wouldn’t have anything left.”
He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers, letting the moment take them, before swooping down and laying his lips on hers. Sealing it with a kiss.
Letting her feel his love.
His desperation.
His hope.
That this, her, them, it was finally his.
That he had finally found that place that was just for him.
Just like she had.
Home.
As he rolled her over on him, helping her to straddle him, and as he filled her, she had a thought.
That strong or weak it didn’t matter.
She would fight to keep this.
Because she would be nothing without him.
“Get your hands up higher,” Rick said, dancing around her.
“If I put them up any higher, I won’t be able to see,” she quipped back as she turned in to him, his leg swinging out trying to surprise her, but she jumped sideways countering with an upper kick. It barely glanced by his chest, but it was better than she had been a few weeks ago.
“Good!” he praised, turning and walking back to the edge of the ring. She didn’t take her eyes off him though, she knew what he was doing.
The first week that he had started training her in the ring, she had fell for it. He had walked away as if he was done, and she let her guard down. Only for him to spin around and wrap an arm around her body, trapping her.
What would have once kept her frozen in fear was now starting to feel empowering.
Now she kept her eye on him, and she was right. His body shifted as he came at her, but she was ready.
Twisting her body, she used his momentum, grabbing his arm and rolling. His eyes grew wide in shock as his body went right over her, rolling them, till he was flat on his back, looking up at her.
His mouth parted in shock, his wide eyes, met her smiling face.
“Hah! I did it!” she shouted jumping up, throwing her hand above her head.
