Sneaking around her, I sat indian-style trying to do the same.
She finished and whipped around, looking at me, shocked.
"...What? I just came here to work off some steam."
I looked at her, putting on my innocent 'don't hurt me' face.
"Is there something wrong?"
I finally sense him and whip around, opening my eyes to see him. How in the world did he get in here without me hearing him? I'm starting to seriously wonder about my focus lately.
"how long have you been sitting there?"
I sigh a little and decide to let it go, a little nervous about practicing infront of him. Tai' Chi is not exactly the training method I'm most proud of, while it is important to maintaining my skill, it looks incredibly pansy ass in practice.
I looked up at her, still fully adorable.
"About a minute."
I saw her prepare for Tai'Chi.
Oh, my. I hadn't pegged her as the type.
She started, and I moved with her, blocking every move she made with my own, making this 'dance' as it were, into a practice.
Soon, the pace started quickening. She catches on quickly..
He starts countering my moves and a little smile creeps around the corner of my mouth. I completely prefer practicing against someone to practicing on my own. The moves were predictable, yeah, but there's nothing boring about facing someone down.
I decide to show him a little of what I can do and I pick up the pace, acting quicker so he'd have to react quicker. I'd but a little force behind the blows, but my perception of my own strength has never been very good and when I let it go a little I'm liable to hurt someone.
I counteracted a blow with a roundhouse, that would have clearly knocked a normal girl out cold.
But not Sam. Definitely not.
I shot a kick straight out after she recovered, but she caught it.
I used that weight to lift myself up off the ground and she takes a knee to the shoulder.
okay, don't think about strength, don't use your strength, just skill. A warrior with all strength and no skill is quickly defeated. I watch his movements closely, and as his knee makes contact with my shoulder I use the mometum to get him temporarily off balance. I tuck my head down grab his leg and let him roll over my body onto the mat.
No wonder I can never keep a boyfriend, huh? Knocking them on thier asses isn't the most charming of qualities.
I laughed. She was good, and I must say, I was having fun.
"..What?" was clearly etched on her face.
"Oh, nothing." I said, and locked my legs with hers, in that very same position we'd used only nights before.
Rolling her over on her back, I said simply, "Tag."
I chuckle and contemplate a move. Wrestling without strength is like playing a game of chess, it was about out speeding and out manuvering your partner. Not that I mided at all the memory of the events our position brought to mind.
"Trying distract me or something?"
I flipped the both of us over and set my hands on his shoulders so I could pin hm gently but firmly to the matt
I dare not resort to hair-pulling.
That got nasty.
I moved quickly in a feint, and knocked her arms out from under her.
Using her upper-arm strength against her, I managed to roll on top again, wrapping her legs under my own, and got close, nose-to-nose.
"Not quite..but apparently it worked."
I roll my eyes and knock on the door.
"Sean, don't be a wanker."
I just learned that word, actually...it sounds right for the situation. What, he can't bend for me this once? I'm the one who actually took the initiative of seducing him, afterall...
"Suddenly, I heard a tap. As of someone rapping, Rapping on my chamber door. Oh, is that you, Sam?"
I opened the door again.
..Hmm..she usually takes initiative.
"Come in, shall you? It's awful lonely in here by my lonesome."
I smile begrudingly and step inside.
"see now, was that so hard?"
I lean in and kiss him lightly, my lips brushing his and my fingers coming up to play with the bottom of his t-shirt.
Oh no, Ohhh no. nonono.
I was making my way to the shower. Yes.
Hmm... the shower...
"I wonder how much it would take you to possibly shower with me? You see.. I have some trouble getting the..hard to reach places.."
I blushed, hoping she'd find me adorable and take the bait.
I smile and look at him, my fingers still holding the bottom of his shirt bettween my fingers.
"what would it take? I love hearing the word please..."
just give me a little bit of control and I'll sit in your lap and purr like a happy little kitten, you'll see...
I gave her the full-on pouty eyes.
"I dunno.. What would you like me to do?"
I smirk and tug on his shirt a little, mimicking his accent.
"Samantha, would you please please join me in the shower and do things to me that would make my dear mother faint?"
I smile up at him, nodding to him. I'm handing him this..
My MOTHER?? My mum was a bit pale, but she was no pushover!
"Uh.. dear, you do realize that my Mum was a bit of a dom.."
I studied her face.
Ugh. What IS IT with American women that they can't take something for what it means?!?
"Dear, if a man says he's thinking of 'nothing', he means it. Take me LITERALLY for once, would you? You're being rash, because you're trying to get me under the sheets. I can understand that, you're not bad looking yourself. When I do something nice, sensitive or unAmerican male, you act confused. Are all men so sexist, disgusting and evil, as well as womanizing? For one, I'm not! I am actually concerned! I. Care. About your well being. Is that so hard for you to understand?"
Despite the fact that his words are encouraging, I can't help but be ruffled by his tone, I hate being treated like I don't know anything. How does he know he's not the one who doesn't know anything?
"maybe I'm acting confused because I am confused, I don't know where I stand with you, why would I know that?"
"Oh, considering what we did a few nights ago, I have no idea where I stand with you. I don't know what men you've "been with" before now, but I'm not the type to do god-knows-what with a woman and just leave. What standing do you need?"
"I thought- I thought it was just going to be fun, ya know? We could have fun together. But- I've never met anyone like you...so I really don't know how this works, what we're supposed to do..."
God, I sound like a rambling idiot right now. Oh wait, that's what I am, an idiot, who's currently rambling. There's no way he could really understand any of this, but I'm still trying to get the point across. Why? Beats me.
"I just- what do you want?"
what do I WANT? I want what any straight man wants.
Nice woman, house, money, those sorts of things.
"I don't know."
I stared at the floor, hiding the anger in my eyes.
"I thought I knew what I wanted, but I don't understand what YOU want. ..Sex is FUN? Just a game?"
It's like we're speaking two different languages, really. Can we really come from such completely different backgrounds? I guess we must have.
He's not looking at me anymore, generally a bad sign.
"You want to know if I'm toying with you, I'm not. And I know I'm not, because I've had alot of experience exploiting men. What we did the other night, it was fun...but it's not fair for you to just decide I have to tell you what it meant because I don't know yet."
Like I've ever slept with a man who cared about me. Who gets that lucky? No one who looks like me, that's for sure. Aparently your average person knew how to react to it, though.
"That's funny. It's kinda what it feels like. Even though, I don't want to.. I don't know what I really want out of this. Sure, I like you well enough to continue this. But.. I don't know what you want me to do anymore! I try to be nice, I still am..but is that what you're really wanting in a man?"
He's going to make me be straight with him, isn't he? We're not going to be able to use double talk and play around the issue like it's easier to do, he's just attacking it head on. My voice weakens as my resolve does.
"Sean...I just want-"
Attention, love, acceptance, need, touching and holding...
"I just want to be wanted."
I could just punch someone in the eye right now. Doesn't really matter who.