Cynefin

trente - cinq!

Brad demonstrated a few basic movements. The teens and I mimicking it. Each time he adds a little something to his movements and each time it gets a little more difficult. The teens struggling to keep up. My alpha instinct kicking in, I go to help them.

"Position your leg a little bit more."
"You keep locking out your elbow."
"Use your hips, it'll make the movements faster and more smooth."

Brad clears his throat and gestures me to stand up front with him and I do.

"They are suppose to learn."

"They won't learn without a hand guiding them."

"A hand guiding them is a training wheel that might be their downfall."

I look at Brad to see if he is serious, seeing he is, I turn back to see the teen I helped are doing much better.

"Well it seems to me they are doing fine and doing a lot better since I have helped them."

Brad whistles to get everyone's attention.

"Alpha Alex and I are going to do a demonstration. Read your opponent, figure out their playing strategy..." before he can continue, I tap the back of his knee with my foot, causing him to buckle a little.

He looks at me and I act innocently.

"Looks like you are a dirty..." I kiss his cheek and bounce to his other side. The teens sitting down and enjoying the scene of their alpha struggling to keep up.

"You talk to much. Now before you get pay back. Evil people always talk and say their story, shut them up and go for it." I say before Brad tries to tackle me. I jump out of the way, Brad tackling himself to the ground, I kick his foot and help him up.

"Expect everything"

And so Brad and I start to spar. I dodge most of his throws, I tease him and trick him a bit. The group of teens cheering me on, enraging Brad a bit. Being a bit distracted. Brad finally tackles me to the ground, holding my arms above my head, his legs constricting my movements.

The teens cheer him on now. I pout, wiggling under him. Being super careful with my movements.

"I finally caught you. Damn, you make me work hard." before I can say anything, he kisses me, I forget where we are and what we are doing. His lips are all that's going through my mind.

A cold things presses against my throat, Brad pulls away and smiles as I realise he has a blade against me.

"Looks like I win again."

I smile, pulling out my own blade and put it against his side.

"Actually I think we are even."

The teens start going wild as we both outplayed each other. I laugh and put my blade away and so does Brad. He gets off me and helps me up.

"Okay lesson here is, know your opponent, because you just cannot kiss someone to distract them."

"Or you could, imagine their reaction!" I say, earning a few excited chatter.

Brad growls and dismisses everyone. He pulls me close when everyone left. He hugs me tightly and kisses my forehead. I melt into his arms and we stand there for a few moments before going to his house and not the pack house.

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Delicious smells come from the house and my stomach growls loudly. Brad picks me up bridal style and carries me inside, heading straight to the kitchen. There are two women making food, when he puts me on the counter.

"What would you like to eat? I can make you a sandwich or I think we still have frozen pizza." He greets the women and looks around the kitchen.

"A sandwich would be good." I say suddenly so shy.

"This is Maggie and Merly. They are our chefs. Well they decided to be our chefs, and they are currently making dinner."

I smile at them, Brad making me a sandwich, dancing around the kitchen, asking the two women about their husbands and children. I only sit on the counter awkwardly. I don't know why I'm suddenly shy.

"Voila! Sandwich done." He hands me my sandwich on a plate, "go on, taste it."

I take a bite and my goodness it is delicious. I hold in a moan, because no one needs to hear that. Brad looks at me expectedly and I just nod. He smiles and takes me off the counter so I stand on my feet.

"Bye ladies," he says, guiding me out the kitchen and to his room. I eat my sandwich as we walk. Every bite better than the previous.

He opens his bedroom door and pushes me in before closing it again. I look around to see white walls covered in posters and flags. He has a messy bed and a messy desk. I finish my sandwich and walk around, looking at all the posters.

"Your room is definitely lived in."

He chuckles and plops down on his bed.

"I stay here every other night. Peter sometimes has nightmares, so he likes to come snuggle if he is scared, but don't tell him I told you." I nod and sit next to him, putting my plate next to me.

He takes the plate and puts it on his bedside table. He shirt rises a little, showing his skin a little. I look away and stare at his messy desk. He lays down and rubs my back.

"It must be nice to come home every so often." I say.

"It is, but it would be much better if you were here to greet me every time I come home."

I look at him and turn to lay down next to him, using his arm as a pillow, placing my hand on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat and we stayed like that, until we fell asleep.