𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 · 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥

𝟐 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐖

It had been only a few minutes since Bellamy and I had started sparring and, somehow, he already had me pinned against the damn wall with a knife to my neck. Not that I didn't know why that had happened though, and he definitively didn't need to know.

- "Are you trying to get in my pants, Blake?"

I tilted my head, an eyebrow raised when I noticed Bellamy's other knife on my upper thigh.

- "Already been there, love." –he smirked, moving that knife away- "But you know I wouldn't mind going back."

He kept his eyes on mine, finally moving back the knife from my neck, allowing me to move my face to face him completely.

- "Trust me, I know."

I grinned back at him and pushed him back; he stumbled a bit but was quick to recover, raising his eyebrow at me so I was fast to move again, raising my right knife to his face. He lowered down and moved his right knife towards my abdomen but I jumped back fast enough to avoid it for a couple of centimeters, giving a couple of steps back, raising my head to look at him, all pleased with himself and a damn smirk adorning his features. I'm getting tired of this.

- "Are you trying to kill me?"

- "Only if you are."

- "Good answer."

I threw my knives to the floor and strode towards him as he too let go of his own, raising both my arms to protect my face and he mimicked; I moved my left hand slightly as if I were to punch his jaw, him doing exactly as I anticipated, moving to his left to avoid me, not noticing my right arm going straight to his abdomen. He grunted annoyed as he caught his breath.

- "I thought you'd put up a fight, Blake."

- "You asked for it."

He rose both his hands and started trying to get to me with his fits and I knew he won't hold back this time. Good. He went for my head, but I lowered down and punched him again on the stomach; that time, however, he was faster than me and, as I was raising again, I felt his fist smash against my stomach first and then against my ribs, getting the wind knocked out of me, making me stumble back and fall on my ass.

- "You alright, love?"

- "You're right, I asked for it."

After catching up my breath and raising up, I moved back to him; he tried to strike back but I avoided him by moving to the side and punching him in the stomach and that time it was him doubling in pain. He pushed me back when I was about to strike again, making me lose balance and successfully hitting my jaw, moving back a few steps and raising my hand to my mouth, already tasting the blood. I saw him from the corner of my eye, coming at me, thinking I was oblivious to his movements but he was so wrong.