I ended up drinking a beer, and playing games on my laptop, while I waited the hour out. I gave her an extra ten minutes after her session, so she could have some time to recover, and then I went looking for her. I couldn’t find her. She wasn’t in the kitchen or living room. I checked the utility room, and I already knew she wasn’t in the office, because I hadn’t left there. I ran upstairs, and that’s where I found her.
She was in my room, stuffing her clothes in with mine.
“Hey, you okay?” I asked, struck dumb by what I saw.
She turned and fixed a fierce look on me. “I’m moving in here, okay?”
I frowned, staying by the door. “Whatever you want, little angel. Always.”
She glared at me. “Stop babying me, dammit! I’m fine.”
Okay… she was pissed, and it was a refreshing change. A relief, even.
I forced myself to smirk at her. “Anything you want, baby.” Yeah, that pushed her over the edge. She threw down the clothes she had been struggling to squeeze into my drawer, and stomped over to me.
“Stop it! Just bloody stop it! I’m not broken, I’m not!” She slammed her fists against my chest, and actually knocked me back a step, before I caught my balance. I braced myself against the doorframe, trying not to touch her.
“I swear to god, if you don’t start treating me like your girlfriend, instead of some wounded fucking deer, I’m going to punch you.” She snapped, shoving me in the chest again. I felt a wave of hope, and pride.
“Baby girl, if you want to try punching me, you go right ahead.” I was deliberately baiting her. I knew it, and I’m pretty sure she knew it too.
I didn’t expect the fist that crashed against my chin, and jerked my head back, just a little. It was too low, and it barely hit me, but then she was quite a bit shorter than me, so she didn’t really have the angle. I grinned, wanting to push her further, so I dropped to my knees in front of her.
“Try again, little angel, now you can reach.” She snarled, and moved faster than I expected. This time her fist crashed into my barely healed nose, wrenching a cry of pain from me, as it rocked my head back.
I held my hands over my throbbing nose, as she awoke my old injury, and stared at her, so full of fucking pride, and love for her, that I was sure I was losing my mind.
She’d clasped both hands over her mouth, when she saw the blood seeping out from under my fingers. I could feel it. So she’d opened old wounds. I didn’t give a flying fuck. What I cared about was that she was finally letting her anger out. I moved my hands, and tilted my head at her.
“That all you’ve got, baby?” She glared at me, and then slapped my chest.
“Stop being a prick, Adam. I get it. Thank you. Now let’s patch you up.” I grinned, pulling her into my arms, while she protested, and shoved me back. I released her instantly, afraid that I’d pushed her too far. She wasn’t protesting being touched, though. It was the blood that I’d managed to drip on her top.
“Sorry about that.” I muttered, pulling off my own t-shirt to press against my bleeding face. I stood up. “I’ll go sort this.”
She followed me to the bathroom, and practically manhandled me to sit on the closed toilet lid, so she could tend to my face.
“I mean, this is the least you could do, since you just beat me up.” I muttered, watching her smile a little.
“I’m sorry. Today’s session unleashed some anger, I guess.”
“Really? I can’t say that I noticed, to be honest.” My nose was killing me, but she seemed stronger, and so I’d take a hundred punches in the face from her, if it helped her like this.
She giggled. “You just don’t learn, do you?”
I shrugged. “Something I’ve been told a few times lately. Apparently I have a bit of an attitude problem.”
She finished mopping at my face, checking to see if the bleeding had stopped. Fuck me, my nose literally throbbed with pain.
“I couldn’t be prouder of you.” I finally said, my voice low.
She frowned at me. “For punching you in the face?”
I laughed, then winced. “For letting it out. Even if my face does feel like I’ve been hit by a fucking car.”
She gasped, covering her face. “My god, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have punched you there.”
I grabbed one of her hands, pulling it away from her face.
“It’s preferable to you deciding to kick me in the nads, little angel, trust me.”
“I’d never do that, Adam. Not to you.”
Thank fuck for that.
“Thank you, baby. Now… do you think we could find some painkillers, because Jesus fuck this hurts.”