Whispers

 
 

Third Training

"Late for trainin'," he said before he hauled her off the bed in a sputtering mess of blanket and glare.

Her reaction was reflexive, almost instant backlash of elbow and leg swinging out to catch his. He was faster, more awake, and deflected easily.

"De way I see it," "—blocked another hit— "we can practice in de Danger Room"—spun her around—"or right here."

He caught her back against him, and she flushed darkly. Their breath came hard.

She stiffened then and drawled, "Ah see."

He chuckled at her annoyance, then suddenly found himself on the carpet.

"Here."
 


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