When Max finally made his
way into his hotel room, he found Clare lying on the bed, clad only in a
robe. She was snoring softly, and her
hair was damp from a shower. Looking at
her, taking in the brief moment of vulnerability, he smiled.
Ever since he had met
Clare she had always been so tough, so self-assured. Laying there, a strand of her wet hair
clinging to her cheek, he saw something else in her. He saw a woman he could
spend the rest of his life with.
He took a step towards
her, letting his hand gently brush her cheek.
Her skin was soft and warm. Her
eyes fluttered at his touch, and he stepped back, unsure of how she would react
to being woken up.
Clare sat up slowly, her
robe falling open as she did. Max’s eyes
were drawn to the perfect breast that had escaped the white cotton. She smiled at him, not bothering to cover up. Even though he had seen her naked plenty of
times, the sight of her body still lit a fire inside of him.
“You’re back early.” Her voice was gravely with sleep. She leaned back, her robe falling away from
her shoulders, leaving her top half bare.
“The house wasn’t
ready.” Max began unbuttoning his
shirt. “How was your day at the
pool?”
She stretched,
yawned. “It was fine.” She leaned forward, crawling towards
him. “I don’t think I can play the
dutiful girlfriend for very long. As
great as the pool is, I don’t enjoy sitting around an waiting for anyone, not
even you.”
She reached up, parting
the now flapping halves of his shirt.
Her fingers grazed his chest, her nails digging in, just slightly. Her touch felt electric against his skin. Her
hands moved quickly, before Max could even react, and yanked his shirt off, her
arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closely, pressing her lips against
his.
Even when she wasn’t in
the field, she still moved like a warrior, taking control of the situation
quickly. Max didn’t mind. He loved her strength, he loved that she
never hid her power, or the fact that she was physically formidable. It was part of what made him so attracted to
her. She was a force to be reckoned
with.
“I guess all the sun did
you some good.” His voice was breathy, coming out in rasps.
“It’s not like I was frigid
back home.” She laughed. “Come on, we still have an hour or two before
the show starts.”
“Only an hour or two?” He
felt her weight shift, and she pulled him onto the bed, on top of her, their
flesh pressing against him. The
sensation of skin to skin contact sent a lightning bolt of excitement to his
groin.
“You won’t be
disappointed.” She smiled; pulling at his pants, and ripping the button clean
off.
Their lovemaking had
always been aggressive, one could even call it athletic, but there was something
else, something Max had never experienced before. It was uncontrollable, animalistic. Clare seemed to rip into him, her nails
digging deep trails into his back, her teeth biting at his lips and
earlobes. He actually feared his
girlfriend, and deep down that excited him.
When they were finished
the sheets were bunched up and soaked with sweat. His body was sore, scratched and bruised, and
Clare looked practically stunned.
“I… I’m not sure if I
should apologize or not.” She didn’t
look at his face, just the deep, red scratches that lined his chest.
“Don’t.” Max leaned over,
kissing her cheek. “I’m dating a modern
day amazon. A few flesh wounds are expected.”
The look on her face told
him that there was something else, though.
She looked… she looked worried.
“I’m not normally like
that.” Clare finally looked him in the eye.
“You’ve been under a lot
of stress lately. It was probably just
your body letting off some steam.” Max stood up from the bed, his muscles
aching as he did so. “Come on, we should
get ready for the show. If we’re late,
Bobby might kill us.”
Clare just nodded, but
never moved from the bed. “I’ll… I’ll
join you in a minute.”
Max paused, examining
her. “Clare, if there is something
bothering you, you can tell me.”
She shook her head, a
smile on her lips. “It’s nothing.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” She nodded.
“Like you said, it’s probably just stress.”
She crawled off the bed,
and stood next to him. Max could feel
her eyes looking over his bruised and battered body.
“I can’t believe that I
did all that.” She bit her lip, examining the bruising that was already
starting to form on his butt cheeks.
“Sweetie, you won a fist
fight against a skinless, demon possessed gate keeper.” He kissed her. “I’m just glad you didn’t break
anything.”
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