Fight Me,Mate

19

"Where are you going?" I was halted in my step when I hear Rudolf's voice behind me. I turn around to see him standing at his door with his arms crossed.

"Down." I reply before turning around and continuing my walk.

A presence comes beside me, I turn my head slightly and raise my eyebrow at him in question without breaking my pace.

Putting his hands inside his jeans' pocket, he simply shrugged saying, "I am going down too."

I hum in response, my lips twitching. I descend the stairs with him following suit.

"How are your wounds?"

"They are better now."

"The doctor said you should not walk or do stressful activities." He commented, as we step down the stairs. I halt at the end of the stairs, making him pause too as he stares down at me. 

"I had taken worst blows than this. This is nothing." I wave my hand before turning around and making my way into the kitchen. I notice him on my toes, following behind. 

"Are you going at the same direction, I am as well?" I question, a little irritated by his hovering. 

"What? I think we both are seemed to be going at same direction which looks like kitchen." He rebutted with a hint of amusement in his tone. 

"Hmmm.." I muse before making a sharp turn towards the living room. 

And surprise surprise surprise. 

He follows. 

An idea pops in my head, making me lips twitch in a suppressed smile. Just for the hack of it, i made a round circle of the living room by covering each corner of the room and then went to the kitchen. But then I didn't stop there, I move towards the counter in the kitchen but without touching anything, i turn around again to make my way outside of the kitchen. 

I heard a groan before a hand snakes around my arm, pulling me back. My lips twitch, wanting to break out in a grin when I look at his frowning but amused eyes. 

"Very sneaky, little dove." He commented, narrowing his eyes at me. I throw my head back and laugh slightly. Shaking my head at his stupid ass. 

Taking a deep breath, I look back at him and I gasp lightly as I look at him. 

His eyes have turned the colour of golden but the intense look in his eyes pierce my soul. His intense but tender eyes seem to pin me on my spot. He has a serious face as his eyes roam my face before staring at my lips as in trance. 

I gulp, taking a step back in reflex but he seems to match my movement as he closes the distance between us immediately. 

"Rudolf..." I whisper. 

Why I am acting like this? I ask myself as my heart picks a beat. If it was any other day, I would be kicking his balls until he gives me my personal space, I so much cherish.

Maybe it is the fact that past days he has been taking care of me all day, even when I was spitting fire, he has shown a calm behaviour in this tug of war. Always checking up at me late night when he thinks I am sleeping.    

Even when I don't want to admit it, I am getting used to his persistent behaviour. I know I am not an easy person but it does not seem to faze him. The more I push, the more he pulls. 

I will not say he has cracked my walls but there sure is damn wall big dent on them. 

I hate it. I hate the way he makes me feel. Like i am someone important to him. Like i am someone worth fighting for. Like i am someone for him to love.