She stiffens, but my arm is already around her waist. I sweep her feet out from under her, lifting her clean off the ground, but she doesn’t admit defeat, pressing her back fully against me. I raise an eyebrow, but then she’s sliding downwards, and somehow, she fucking frees herself from myhold. She spins towards me, reminding me of a ballet dancer. Didn’t she do ballet as a kid? I’m sure she did… In one fluid move, she rises to her feet.
Her hand hooks over my shoulder, using it as a pivot as she turns with my momentum instead of fighting it. Her body against mine, heat sparking across every point of contact.
And in that moment, as we’re face-to-face, spinning as she turns slowly, both preparing our next move, our eyes meet, challenging each other. Then our powers snap tight.
Her dark green aura coils around my waist, pulling me in, while my mist curls around her shoulders and throat, threading between us like it wants to hold her there. Both of us are trying to crush the other.
For a heartbeat, we’re stuck in limbo, chest to chest, and then she smiles, her power disappearing as she pulls free from my hold and places her hands on my shoulders. Using them, she lifts her legs right up, until they’re far above her head, and then she flips. It happens fucking fast, one moment she’s looking me in the eye and the next she’s flipped herself, twisting with one smooth, precise movement and landing on my shoulders.
Fuck.
I grab hold of her thighs, but it’s too late; she wraps them around my neck and clamps them tightly together.
Pain spasms through me as I try to pry her off.
Damn woman.
She’s strong, and all I can do is make sure her hands don’t come anywhere near me. A strong root snaps against the backof my legs, and I fall. There’s no time to break the fall because my hands are too busy trying to pry her thighs off me before she snaps my neck.
Damn, she’s got good strength in them.
A second before I hit the ground, she releases me and flips backwards in one graceful move, landing on her feet just behind my head as I crash to the ground, staring at the sky above. Her shadow blocks my view as she bends over me, and I look at her upside-down face, a few curls loose from her braid.
There’s a victorious smile on her lips as she smooths her skirt, which is way too damn short for a fight, by the way.
I win,she states the obvious in an extra curly fancy calligraphy font.
I scoff.
“Sure. Nice panties, by the way. I never took you for bold colours. Royal blue, nice,” I remark. Her eyes widen as she jumps back, and I take the chance, elbowing her in the ankles. She stumbles, and I lift my legs over my head, my back still flat on the floor, as I hook my ankles around her waist and flip her over, bringing her down on her ass in front of me. I sit up, and this time I trap her between my legs, wrapping my arms around her tightly.
You didn’t win,she declares in writing.
I smirk. “Maybe not, but I still got you on your ass.”
She scoffs as we both sit there breathing hard. Damn, that was intense.
I slowly release her, resting back on my hands as I catch my breath.
I’m wearing shorts…she states.Now, realising what she had forgotten moments ago, she looks at me with narrow, suspicious eyes.
I snicker, looking at the blue in her outfit. “Yeah, I know, smart move with that skirt.”
So how…Her cheeks flush.
I cock a brow. “I know you, Blondie, everything from your nails, jewellery and bra match your outfit, so why wouldn’t your panties?” I answer smugly.
She glares at me.You’re so annoying!
I chuckle as I stand up and offer her a hand. She raises a brow, looking at it haughtily before she decides to take it, pouting slightly.
I smirk at her reaction before looking down at my skin, which is already healing.
“Luckily, the pants survived,” I remark. “Should I be worried, Blondie? Were you trying to get me naked?”
No.She frowns, then casts a spell, and I feel a cooling wave wash over me as the healing increases rapidly.
She is using spells without even moving her mouth or taking a second to cast them.
