Fight Code

FC 39

Van’s foot dropped to the slightly giving mat, before it jumped back up. Pushing deeper into Tony, causing the mouth guard to spit out. Dropping his knee the ref check on him, but he was wheezing and shaking his head no. Van’s arm was lifted, but his eyes were on her. Jumping up and down, making those breasts do wonders for his imagination. Sliding out of the ring, dropping his feet to the floor. Her sweet hands touching his face, telling him how proud she was.

Picking up their bags, she lead the way looking like a queen. Men moved out of her way, as the twins stepped inline with her steps. If anyone thought she was to be touched, they had another thing coming. In the Cunning’s eyes she was a princess, and would damn well get the same respect as one should.

~Riae~

They won, by guys won their fights. I had never actually doubted them, it was a tactic I learned from my father. He had told me once that many fighters have a complex, that helps them focus better then others. Because I learned from the best, I picked up on the twins behavior fast. They saw me as theirs, and if I touched a certain cord with them it was all they needed. I found it a little sweet to think they were thinking of me, when they fought their fights.

Though it would have been better if they were paying more attention to their surroundings, guess that’s just another thing were going to have to work on. Nero had staid off to the side, while I was helping the guys in their fights. A few times I could see her hanging with the Sterling’s, as they to were watching. She had them wrapped around her fingers, and it took less time then I thought it would have. Perhaps they were a lot alike with the Cunning’s, then again they were twins.

We staid the night, because I was to tired to drive and so were the twins. I paid dearly for my little bride to Owen, and he was all smiles when I stepped into the room. Rolling my eyes I needed a shower before he was getting anything out of me. Van ordered us dinner, as I let the hot water run wild over my sore muscles. A night of passion and hot bodies filled the hotel, as the twins proved once again why I loved them. We took showers which only seemed to spike their arousals once again, if this keeps up I’m going to need to clone myself.

Filling our stomachs enjoying the food in bed, watching tv the guys pushed as close as they could get to me. Chuckling they look up from my thighs.
    “I’m not going anywhere, you guys need to relax” Pushing the dinner tray further down the bed. Arms came around wrapping around my legs, letting their hot breath fan me. Smiling down at them, my fingers ran through their hair making them hum in pleasure.

The ride home was just as long, but at least this time it was less stressful. I was going to need to get back to both my jobs, and I wasn’t really looking forward to it after the nice weekend I had. Pulling into my apartment complex, the twins loaded their things into their car before joining me inside.

    “So I was thinking we could take tomorrow off, get our heads straight before we start working on a few things” Sipping at the sprite can. Owen nods, as Van smiles.
    “What do we need to work on? We already won” Van purrs, causing me to roll my eyes.
    “Don’t get cocky. There are plenty of other fighters out there, who are just as good as your two some even better” Owen huffs.
    “We don’t think so” Van replies for both of them.
    “Oh? And what makes you so sure?” Chuckling. Both rise from my table, coming to the sides of me.

    “We have you” Kissing my cheeks, further embarrassing me. Clearing my throat I step away from them, letting my body cool down.
    “Well yes, but you can’t take me into the ring with you. So its of no help” Drinking the can a little faster. Chuckling they grab my ass, making me jump and almost spilling the rest of the soda. Sending them a pointed glare, they look away as if they didn’t just violate me. Shaking my head I chuckle, they have really gotten into me good.