I slammed down the stick into his shoulder, making him stumble and fall, but he was quickly up again, snarling and trying to get into my head. I had long learned ago to block him out, though. I shut him out of my mind with a grin, seeing him get more and more frustrated. And that’s where I want him to be. I knew that when Nate wasn’t in control, wasn’t winning, he would get more angry, and with that, more reckless. He started making poor slashes, easy to dodge, and wouldn’t be able to block as well, which only made him more angry.
“C’mon, babe, you’re not even trying,” I purred, sliding out of the way as he tried to hit me with his staff. He growled, and swept at me, but I leapt over the stick, and swung out mine, hitting him squarely in the shins. He hissed in pain, stumbling down, and I smacked his back, knocking him to his stomach. He hit the floor gasping, and I stepped over him, crouching down. He flipped onto his back, ready to try something, but I had my staff to his throat, and put pressure to his arm, making him let go of the staff. I grinned down at him, before sitting on his stomach.
“And another point goes to the girl! What an amazing turnout!” I crowed loudly to the empty training room. He squirmed under me.
“Let me off, Bea,” he growled, his voice strained as he tried to breathe with my weight pressed down on his lungs. “Seriously.” I looked at him, smirking. I leaned down, pressing my staff into his adam’s apple.
“I’ll consider it. But seeing you writhing under my grip is just too funny.” I said easily, and he bared his teeth.
“I’ll break up with you,” was he wheezing reply. I rolled my eyes, sighing dramatically. “That’s a bullshit threat. You and me both know you won’t. You loooove me too much.” I smiled and flicked his nose, finally standing. He gasped for breath, coughing a little. He sat up, running a hand through his hair, glaring up at me.
“Ugh. Why did I ever ask you out?” He muttered, standing. I smirked and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, and my nose barely brushed his neck. “‘Cause, you just can’t resist me, Commander,” I breathed, and felt him stiffen. When I glanced to his face, he was looking at me, a slight blush dusting his cheeks.
After a long silence, he sighed, giving into me. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, pulling away from me. I could see the tips of his ears turn red. I smiled and swaggered after him, and we both left the training room into the busy halls. My hand found his as we were tugged into the flow of the Shadow Base, people streaming to and from meetings and training.
We ended up in my room, and I grabbed my bandages from my bag as Nate sat down on my bed. Unrolling the bandages, I wrapped my hands in them (I was using the punchin gbag before Nate came in). Once I was done, I set them down. I turned to Nate, who was leaning back on his elbows, looking up at the ceiling. A small frown was tugging at his lips. I tilted my head.
“Ey, what’s wrong Jones?” I asked, moving and sitting by him. He shrugged, not glancing at me.
“Thinking.” He replied curtly. I quirked my mouth and nudged his shoulder.
“Waaaanna tell me?” I asked, smiling at him slightly. He sighed, rubbing his temple with one hand. He was quiet for a few moments, and when he spoke, he caught me off guard.
“Was this a good idea? Were we a good idea?” He asked, closing his eyes. “I feel like I’m not— I don’t know. Like I’m not meant for you. I’m always working and not really paying attention, and I feel like I’m not even a good choice for a boyfriend, and I feel like you don’t feel the same about me—” He cut himself off again, turning his head away slightly. I knew he didn’t really like talking about his feelings, exposing himself. He always hid behind his banter and his ego. I stared at him.
“Nate…” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say. He pushed himself up, resting his head in his hands, and stared at the wall. I held my breath. Say something! My brain screamed at me. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, before sighing angrily. “God fucking dammit I’m not good with words but basically—” I leaned over, grabbing his chin, and kissed him, hard. He sat still for a moment, just a moment, before slowly kissing me back, tilting his head to deepen it. I moved my hand from his chin to his neck, to his shirt, clinging onto it a little. Pulling away, I looked up at him through my eyelashes.
“I feel the same about you. Don’t worry so much.” I murmured, kissing him again. “You are a good boyfriend, though you’re pretentious and an asshole and such, you’re a good boyfriend and you’re mine.” He looked back at me, and I felt him in my head, just barely shifting through, feeling for any uncertainties, lies. When he found none, he pulled out, letting out a small breath.
“You’re mine.” He said, pulling me down onto him, and kissed me, one full of passion, searing my lips. I tangled my hands in his light brown hair, kissing him back, letting myself fall into him. We spent the next few minutes like that, tangled up in each other, kissing back and forth, letting our worries and doubts and time slip away from us. When we finally detached from each other, we were breathless and grinning like idiots.
As we stood up, I wrapped one arm around his waist, and nosed his ear, kissing the shell of it. Breathless still, I kissed his earlobe. “You’re mine and mine only, soldier boy.” I whispered.
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