Heart Of A Fighter

Heated Distractions

"Wait-you're what now?"

Instead of giving Lavender the satisfaction of hearing him repeat his fear to her, Damien screamed again.

Lavender raked her brain to find a way to persuade him into calming down, but she came up with nothing. It was quite pathetic and extremely surprising, because Damien walked around as if nothing scared him. But of course, everyone was afraid of something.

Talking to him was already out of the picture. Everything Lavender said got silenced out by his unnecessary screaming.

Lavender would only look at his arm and he would hit a higher note--literally.

"Hijo de puta. Damien, can you stop acting like a little bitch so that we can get this over with?" Lavender mumbled but to no avail.

Then as if an invisible light bulb clicked on top of her head, she reached up closer to Damien. She placed the threaded needle in the cupholder. His eyes followed her hands, his high-pitched screams louder.

"Look at me, Damien."

Deciding to use his own trick on him, she guided his eyes to stay on hers and climbed on top of him. As her face inched closer to his, his pupils dilated. Slowly, she induced him with a kiss as a way to get him more relaxed, pressing deeper with each passing second.

First, his screaming sounded like he was trying to hum as loud as possible with his mouth closed but when Lavender moaned, the volume of his scream-like humming slowly dropped until he was moaning along with her.

Using the heated distraction to her advantage, she grazed his wound with her finger to test him out. He flinched with wide eyes in Lavender's face as he quickly pulled away.

Still maintaining eye contact, she massaged his hair and started to slowly grind her hips on him. She then tugged on his hair, easing into another kiss. That was enough distraction for him to twitch when she grazed his wound again.

Lavender used the moment as an opportunity to stitch up his wound. If she had thought it through, then she would've realized that kissing and grinding on him was enough to distract her too.

To make her task more difficult, Damien pushed his slowly growing shaft further into her hips. Her breathing wavered and her body shivered against him.

Lavender thought to herself that this had to be the most difficult task that she had ever accomplished. To be sexually aroused while performing something as delicate as stitching a wound was one for the books.

Unenthusiastically, she climbed off of Damien like nothing happened, hearing the police and ambulance sirens nearby. "Done."

"But I wasn't," he huskily said. He shook his hair, that was all disheveled hair all thanks to Lavender. "That was the beginning to the best dry hump ever. Don't start something you can't finish, babe."

She nodded towards his arm. "But I did."

He looked down at his arm and shrieked; "What did you do to me?"

"You're unbelievable."

"How did you get to do that?"

Lavender sighed, half exhausted and half trying to get over what just happened.

"I kissed ya. You liked it and bam there we go."

"I really liked it. We should go again. This time with your clothes off."

By then, they were surrounded by polices and paramedics. Lavender and Damien explained everything to the police who wrote everything down, nodding as if it was all rehearsed.