Equal Fights

Army whistled and kept moving, getting back in his rhythm. Keeping up with Amy was hard most of the time, but it would be impossible if he didn't stay mobile. "Really? Anything I want? Because I was going to organize my comics this afternoon, but if you're gonna throw this in, maybe I'll make you do it." Wait. That wasn't quite sexy enough. "In a thong." Oh, yeah, much better.

Army wound up taking the kick in his side, a harsh crack right into her ribs, and this time he didn't even bother trying to get her before she moved out of range - sure enough, she automatically moved back, practicing her guerilla warfare. There was only one way to deal with her tactic, and that was to make it useless. If possible.

Instead of coming at her head on this time, Army weaved from left to right, swaying and trying to keep her moving, guess which way was the safer direction to go. He threw out a hard left hook as he moved towards her side, but he closed his guard back up tight the moment it was done, keeping his defenses strong as he advanced.

This. This was exactly what she was afraid of.

Army had fought her twice now, which was apparently just long enough for him to figure her out. The strategy he had developed with the data he collected was the perfect response to her fighting style; charging a weaving target would only open her up to a string of counters, and she couldn't dodge as easily when he was using his body to hide his prep. Case in point: she didn't even see his punch coming until it had already skirted around her guard and dug cruelly into her side.

"Gah! FUCK!" Amy was knocked to her left several steps, preventing her from retaliating. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway, since she saw that all of her favorite targets were already sealed up nice and tight by his guard. He was playing it safe, which probably meant that she was saved a good deal of follow-through. On the one hand, she was happy for Army; he had been having some real trouble dealing with her, and that meant that he was probably having trouble dealing with other girls like her, so this was likely to up his official win count.

On the other, that punch fucking hurt.

Amy skipped backwards- the only direction she could safely escape- until her back was nearly at the ropes. Her face was set in a pained grimace, her side ached like mad, and her breathing was suddenly ragged. She was proud of her ability to take hits, but Army's were on a whole other level, and she'd need to find a way to break his new attack pattern before he could get in too many more of those.

Army didn't like to hurt women, at least not anymore than he liked to hurt men. It wasn't about sadism or getting some cheap thrill - he just liked to fight. Gender didn't factor.

So, when he saw Amy in pain, he didn't have a problem in the usual way  a guy would have a problem with such a cute, petite thing being in pain. He knew the worst thing would be to hold back. Amy wasn't just good, she was proud of her abilities, and she wanted the whole package.  He would gladly deliver.

Army threw out a right hook and deliberately missed it, letting it come up short and pass by in front of her. That was just a quick fake, and he launched the real attack immediately afterwards, as he turned to his side with the punch and charged towards her with a shoulder tackle.

She was hurting, and Army had her trapped against the ropes, so when he pulled back for his punch, Amy could do little but hide behind her arms and wait for a chance to counter. One…

And then something big and decidedly not a fist rammed itself into her gut, driving the air out of her lungs. “Oof! God...” When her eyes could pry themselves open, she looked down, all she could see was a broad back growing out of her belly. She kept her right arm down and curled to protect her side from errant punches while she wrapped her left around Army head, but she couldn’t lock in the hold with as much strength as she needed while she was still collecting the air she’d lost. Once she had her breath back, she’d tighten the hold and start throwing knees into his chest. But for now, she needed 5 seconds... no, 3 seconds, just 3 seconds. She could feel her momentum pulling away, but with Army, that felt a little like peering over side of a slippery mountain, and the ground beneath her feet about to give.

“Haaah… haaah...” Just two more seconds. Say something distracting. I didn't bring a thong; are you thinking about lending me yours?

If only she had the breath to speak.

If Army had been in a more relaxed situation, he would have said something suitably cocky. Probably something about taking her breath away. A little quip to lighten up the mood.

Maybe he would - in a moment. Right now, things were a little too tense for that, and he was too focused on capitalizing on the golden opportunity that had been laid at his feet, the chance to get in some serious damage and bring Amy down before she could get any more tricks on him. Neutralizing her.

Army pushed her a few more steps with the tackle, working her around the ring, before he decided to switch things up. He had to, knowing full well she was too quick to not turn the situation to her advantage if he stuck with one attack. Army stood up, his hard shoulder sliding along her body as he rose, and his arms came around her waist. He locked his fingers behind her back, gripped tight, and tried to pull Amy into a tight bearhug, one of the closest things he had to a signature move.

Amy had been glad that Army had put on the shirt she had brought before the match. It served its purpose- yes, it hid the parts that might have otherwise been distracting, but, more importantly, it gave her something to grab when she was dodging, or when she was slapping Army up and down the ring. She had even planned to pull it up over his head to blind him, if she ever got the chance.

But in a bearhug, it just got in the way. Army squeezed her tight, and her body pressed up against fabric instead of muscle. Sure, she could feel the work he put into his upper body through the shirt, but she had to leave it up to her imagination to fantasize exactly which bulges were rock hard, and which contours were merely firm; to visualize exactly where the various hills and valleys of his body lined up against her dangling thighs and her own taut belly.

It sucked. It would almost have been worth him fighting topless just for this one moment.

Despite that, Amy still found her vision swimming with lust, the pupils losing a little of their focus. Her panting was more strained as Army physically squeezed the breath out of her, but somehow it simultaneously took on a primal, growling quality. When he squeezed, her body crushed like a soda can, and her whole nervous system lit up with intense pain signals, but her only response was to throw her head back and moan. Her thoughts were a mess: Fuck. No one does it like Army. Everything hurts. Goddamn this is a huge weakness, but I don't even fucking care. This goddamn fucking T-shirt.

She put her arms lightly around Army's neck and her head rested on his shoulder. She thought that she could escape pretty easily with her arms free. But for now, she wanted 3 seconds... "Mmf!" Amy's mouth flew automatically to his neck, and her teeth sank in, wet and hungry. No, 5 seconds, just 5 seconds...

Admittedly, there were a lot of moves Army could have gone for when Amy was stunned before him. He could have sent her flying with a belly-to-belly suplex. He could  have smashed her with an overhead right. He could have moved around her and locked her in a tight sleeperhold.

But no - he went for this move. Not just because he was good at it, but because he liked being pressed against Amy's body, and she liked being pressed against his. They'd become very acquainted with each other's anatomy in the last few weeks, and while there wasn't usually a sexual element when he used this move, there was definitely one now.The way she moaned said it all, that fierce lust that drew him to her in the first place on full display. Army couldn't resist - he had to lean his head forward and lick at her neck, savoring the flavorful, tangy taste of her skin.

It shouldn't have surprised him when she responded with a sharp bite on his neck, but it didn, and he had a short yelp as his skin burned with flaring pain. He kept the hold, but he couldn't help but loosen up a bit as he gasped. It hurt, yes, but there was the feel of her lips on his skin, too, running along the spot where her teeth came gnashing down.

Army gave as good as he got and bit down on her neck as well, running his teeth along the soft flesh and whispering right into her ear. "I want you."

Amy thought that she had built up an immunity to sweet talk. Being a pretty girl meant that she’d never lacked for admirers, and, while she could appreciate wit and banter, she found that the compliments that the average suitor sent her way just didn’t do anything for her. She was just unmoved by the various comparisons men made with her beauty, and she couldn’t care less about the acrobatics she made their hearts do. After a while, everything started to sound the same- her Italian beau said nothing that she couldn’t imagine her high school prom date saying- and eventually she just started to let her sense of sarcasm respond. A boyfriend had once written her a song, and she wrote a parody response poem on the spot back.

He wasn’t her boyfriend for long after that.

But here and now, beaten and gasping for air, strung up in her favorite submission hold (did normal people have favorite submission holds?), teeth deep in her neck, and a rocking hot body on all sides of her... In that situation, a voice dripping with lust growled a simple, unadorned statement of desire into her ear.

Well, that was new. It was easily the hottest thing that had ever been said to her. And, like nothing else before it, it made her heart explode into a million butterflies in her chest. And it was enough to crash her brain.

A second passed where the only noise was their mingled heavy breathing, though Amy could have sworn that she could hear her heart fight to burst through her chest. In that time, her body started to burn, as though somebody had lit a fire underneath her, and every point of contact between the two of them lit up like steel in a forge.

Then when her brain finished its reboot, Amy’s mouth found Army’s. When she had expended nearly all of her preciously scarce breath in the kiss, she pulled away. Her eyes sought out Army's, hard to do when they were focusing and unfocusing as quickly as they were. “Take me.”

Was Army in love? He wasn't really sure.

He liked Amy. He liked Amy a lot. Between her and Ro, it was starting to become blantantly obvious that he had a type - strong willed, violent, borderline-crazy women who had no problem bashing his face in. It was a sharp departure from the sort of women he used to go for back in Puerto Rico. Sure, some of them were tough and rowdy, but none were fighters. He wouldn't have tried taking them on in the ring, and they wouldn't have been silly enough to accept if he was.

But Amy was different. Amy was special. Everything just sort of fit with her, and while he'd never considered bring the 'L word' into a relationship, he had to consider it, here. Maybe this was what it really looked like. How was he supposed to know?

It was an interesting question, but one he'd have to think deeper on later, when there wasn't a feisty, feral femme fatale growling in his ear and practically demanding to be taken right then and there. If the kiss hadn't gotten her message through, the words that followed it made it loud and clear.

Army didn't need to be told twice.

His hands moved downward and reached under her skort, roaming over her toned skin and kneading the delicate flesh. He moved forward, pressing her into the corner for support, while his mouth met up with hers and went right back to the kissing. Oh, and the shirt was annoying. It was going to have to go, and soon."We're never going to have a complete fight, are we?" He spoke between chuckles and kisses.