Love At First Kick

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We talked for quite a bit last night. It was almost 2 in the morning when we started falling asleep, but at least we solved it.

I told him everything that bothered me, even though half of it was so stupid that I'm getting second-hand embarrassment for my past self and the things I told him. But even so, he didn't seem to judge or think I was being unreasonable, which I definitely was. He listened to every worry I had and somehow ended up being happy that I opened up so much.

I did apologize as well. I acted like an absolute child, getting all mopey and basically running off. He seemed to have been more upset that I decided to take it out on her through the sparring. Which he is right about. I shouldn't have done that. She is barely a beginner, and I kind of bullied her. So I'll need to apologise to her at some point, although it will be a half apology. I wasn't feeling that gulity. That part, he found funny.

But the bottom line is, we talked it all out. And then he scolded me for going out on my own so late in the night and in the freezing cold.

Seems like he woke up way before me this morning and went for a run. I can hear the shower running, so I assume he  just came back not too long ago.

'Well, this is a nice way to start the morning.' I tease him a little as I watched him come out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist

'Oh, you're awake.' He gives me his beautiful smile. 'Good morning, beautiful.' He came over and sat down on the bed next to me. 'Did you get any rest?'

'Yeah. How about you?' I ask

'Yep. I woke up maybe an hour ago, so I got plenty of sleep.' He softly brushes his fingers over my cheek

'You've got sonething here.' I motion to his forehead, and he tries to wipe it with his hand

'Did I get it?'

'Come, I'll do it for you.'

He leaned in closer, letting me reach him.

'Mmnm.' He wrapped his arm around me as soon as I pulled him in for a kiss

There was obviously nothing on him. I just can't help myself.

'Wanna make up properly?' He smiles, brushing his lips against mine

As if he even needs to ask.

I lightly pulled on the towel around his waist, trying to pull it off. He pushed me down and got on me, throwing the towel to the side and kissing me as if he would never kiss me again.

His lips went to my neck, kissing me slowly down to my collarbone, with his hand sliding up my waist, hugging me around a little.

We definitely made up. I could feel it in every kiss, in every touch. It was so light and soft on my skin. His lips barely left mine the entire time, much like my hand he was holding intertwined with his.

This wasn't just lust. This wasn't just making love.This was his way of showing me how much he cares. How much he loves me. And God only knows how much I love him, too.

'I never want to fight again.' His nose is nuzzling into my neck as he leaves tiny kisses at the side of it

'Me, too. I hated it.'

'Can we keep the making up part, though?' He jokes, but he's asking in such a soothing tone that there is no way I'd say no even if I wanted to

'Gladly.' I giggle

He hovered above me, his eyes darting all over my face.

'What are you thinking about?' I ask him

'You. And how I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you. You're my whole world, baby.' He brushed his nose against mine, making my heart almost jump out