I fasten the gloves on my hands as I wait for her to show up. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I decide to ditch the boxing gloves and opt for the magical ones. I immediately feel a renewed sense of energy coursing through me the moment I put them on. Perfect. I flex out my arms and stretch for a couple of seconds. The flashbacks ricochet in my memory so fast i physically cringe from it. I shrug the feeling off and continue stretching.
It happens a few moments later, I am clearly going insane. She fucked him, she slept with someone else, my heart clenches as it digests this information for the millionth time today, but she was thinking about me. I exhale and give up on the stretching, fuck was I even thinking invading her privacy? But bottom line was that she fucked him, I don't hold that against her honestly, but it's twisted at the same time. Was she ever gonna outwardly react to me about it, knowing her probably not. What was the bigger picture here? We are not going to run off into the sunset together so.....pointless, negligible and pointless, that's what this was.
"Hey." A voice says. I turn to find a composed Reika descending the stairs into her new work out space. Hair neatly tied into a bun, clad in leather cargo training pants and a black tank top, she looked phenomenal, she shared the same idea with me and opted for her magical gloves as well. This was definitely going to be intriguing. "Where do we begin?" she asks eagerly. "We'll go over the basics of hand to hand for a little while, then we'll spend the bigger part of the day working on your abilities as well as mine when they apply to channeling you." I say in a commanding tone.
There was no space for emotions here, the sparring mat was like a sanctuary for me, I could leave all my problems behind and focus on myself. Besides, there was no pity here, no sadness and definitely no mercy. "Okay, I'm guessing this part you remember, take your position." I instruct and she follows. She was silent here, observant and obedient. She completes all her maneuvers in record time with ease and admirable agility. Heh, not to praise her too much for it, I already expected that. Joining in to spar against her, I take my position opposite her.
Our eyes meet for a millisecond. Nothing but focus and attention, no space for emotions remember. My adrenaline spikes up and I twist out my neck and get into stance. She wastes no time and attacks immediately, putting me on defense. Smart, but that gives me plenty of room for me to read on her attacks as well. Touché Reika, touché. I block the blow that is aimed for my rib and counter, putting her now on defense. She slowly moves backwards as she takes to defending herself. She then smirks, actually freaking smirks.
It was not in the nature of agents to boast or put on vague showdowns but her, she knew what she was doing with this one. So much for the no emotions on the sparring mat. The moment she goes back on attack mode I feel like I've jumped out of a realistic 3D game. Fuck my luck, it was a fucking manifested illusion to read me. Her fist connects with my cheek in a gut wrenching punch that has me tasting the familiar irony liquid in my mouth. I can still feel the lingering contact of her gloves, but the impact they leave is worse. I spit out the blood, and face her. She was back in fighting stance, patiently waiting for me to retaliate. I take my sweet time with this one because she was not playing.
Emotional manipulation and feeding me illusions at the same time, and she's not even sweating at all. I move in on her with a basic set of moves that she would expect from a mile away, and just when she's about to counter, I go for her ankle and shin, taking her down in one simple move. We both collapse to the ground me coming out on top of her, my hands pinning her arms to her sides. She had no upper hand here in terms of hand to hand and I knew she'd go for the mind manipulation so I channel her telepathy and block her out. It took a great deal of my focus but I could cope.
We were both panting from fatigue. She seemed exhausted but unwilling to give in, I didn't expect her to anyway. I was just about to jab her in the rib when she countered with something I wasn't expecting. My body was moving fast and quick suspended mid air and was now pinned to the padded west wall of the basement. I can't move my hands or feet, I was strongly put in my place and she made a quick work of getting up and was now walking toward me. My heart was racing, not because she looked, exquisite right in tis moment, like a predator walking to her helpless prey that I would happily submit to..... wait, the fuck? I would never think that, not in this type of situation anyway.
Looks like we were both invading each other's privacy today. I decide to take on the risk as well and channel her emotional manipulation ability, heightening whatever it was she felt...last night. She hesitated for a moment in her steps and I knew I had some leverage now. Using the moment of distraction to my advantage, I use her telekinesis against her and free myself and pin her towards the wall, all the while still messing with her mind. I know what she's thinking about. WHO she's thinking about. I free the daggers that are safely tucked into the side pockets of my leather pants and in the single motion of the flick of my wrist, have her trapped to the padded wall.
I stride towards her slowly, knowing that she's helpless and emotionally charged. Emotional management played a big role in how an agent performed on the ground, and her being what she was meant that she always had an upper hand majority of the times in fights. She knew how to read your mind, mess with it, which wires to cross and make you go insane. So it was no surprise that when I did the same, when I was an inch away from her face, looking at her writhe in the torture of wanton, she gave in. She folded, submitted and took me down with her, reaching for me in with her telekinetic ability, raising me off the ground to reach her level and claiming my lips with hers in a kiss that rendered me an idiotic lamb surrendering to the masochistic lion.
The heat exuding my body doubled, making me feel a fire that I had never felt before, a need that burned me to my core. I quickly let go off the daggers that were holding her in place on the wall and let her collapse into my arms. Holding her felt like heaven, like tasting a forbidden fruit, like drinking the satiating wine of Dionysus. We collapse to the ground, lips still on each other, savage and ravenous. Her back arches into my touch as she surrenders to the pleasure I give. A groan escapes my mouth as I claim her with my tongue. Moans escape her throat as she kisses me back fiercely, her hands cupping my face and occasionally roaming into my hair making it fall in messy waves over my face.
My right hand reaches for the bands holding her hair, slowly untangling it and freeing her curls over us. Soft, her lips were so damn soft It felt like drowning every time they touched mine. She tasted like mint and berries and a little bit of wine. She was like a drug I could get addicted to. She slows the kissing and momentarily stops. My eyes meet with hers, her pupils were so dilated and her lips were wet from us kissing, her curly hair had fallen all around us and her right hand cupped my cheek and her left supported her on my chest.
"Reid," She whispers. I give in and nod. "Open your eyes."
The instant withdrawal feels like a stab in the chest and I quickly sit upright and find that she's not there. She's still pinned on the wall where I had her before.....before she fucking messed with my mind.