The Strip

Part 15

Rebecca POV;

You step into the shower, body aching pleasantly after a successful lesson teaching Freen how to be confident in herself.

You nearly misstepped, jumping in too early and not giving her the opportunity to fight her way through.

You scold yourself under the hot water.

Freen is the strongest person you know.

You know down in your bones that you would do anything to protect her, but you want her to know that she can protect herself. She never has to feel powerless again.

So when she joins you in the shower the hot steam fogging the glass door behind her, you desperately want to show her how strong you think she is, and you want to feel strong by holding her up and helping her crash down in pleasure.

You want to give and give and give.

You're also riled up from your sparring with Ava, excess energy flowing through you after thoroughly beating her into submission.

You feel like the Commander Freen always calls you. You feel the blood pumping through you, the heat of your aching muscles begging for release.

You fuck her almost ferally, and the more she wants, the harder she wants, the more you give. It's wild and rough, and when she digs her heel into your hip, you nearly get off on nothing at all.

"Harder," she says, and it sends a jolt of electricity through your spine.

There's so much adrenaline flowing through you both that you're not sure how you've managed to keep your voices down.

Freen comes around your fingers so hard that you think they might break, and you love the feeling of her not holding back. Her desire to release her pent up energy against your hand makes you feel even wilder. You suck a deep purple mark into her neck to claim her as your own.

She sighs and melts into your body, and you both pant roughly as you come down from the intense fuck. You hold her against you as you wash her body, softly and lovingly because that's essentially what this is - love. You love her so entirely that you lose your senses.

But, you don't mind the madness.

She hums happily into the air as you scrub her scalp, your fingers stimulating her oversensitive body. You wash her hair out and turn her, pulling her into your embrace and enjoying the quiet together.

You want her to know that she can ask for - and be - whatever she wants with you.

When she whispers she loves you, you know that your message has been sent.

She kisses your throat, nipping at your collarbones and licking a trail down your chest.

She sucks your nipple into her mouth and rolls them with her tongue, a wet slurping sound as she battles the water pouring from the faucet. She bites your nipple as your breathing picks up, and your hands find their way to her hair. "Wait," you pant, your hips disobeying your mind and grinding into her thigh. "Take me home," you moan. Freen bites the space underneath your nipple in protest. She guides your hips to press down more firmly into her thigh and you mewl in pleasure.

"Please," you beg.

Freen hums, and let's go of the purpling skin with a loud pop and a cheeky smile.

***

You avoid the eyes of all the fighters as you exit the gym, knowing you've failed miserably at keeping quiet. The slow clap that sounds has you hustling out of the doors, but Freen slows her steps, turns and waves to everyone, then bows, making the fighters laugh and clap boisterously at your retreat.