The Battle for Love

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Anika let her head fall back when she felt Clint go lower. She moaned as she felt his warm mouth seek that one spot between her legs and she jerked at the feeling. She did her best not to push against him but it felt so damn good. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she watched Clint between her legs and reached out with one hand and ran it through his hair. She gentle rolled her hips against his mouth and felt the pressure inside of her build up until she couldn't take it anymore...

Sitting up, she brought his face up toward hers as she kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips before pushing him onto his back on the bed. She kept their kiss connected as she crawled on top of him. Anika reached between them and took his cock into her hand, stroking it before guiding it into her...

 

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The fighter savored the taste of the juices secreted from Anika on his tongue as he lapped at the warm, wet spot between her thighs. He enjoyed it so much that he continued to lose himself to this woman, feeling a mixture of lustful satisfaction and a joy of purity when she eagerly met his lips and tongue with her own, enjoying the mixture of his saliva with her own bodily nectar. She was so eager, so hungry, yet she was in complete control, and continued to exercise that control as she climbed on top of holding his member, throbbing in her hand.

Once she impaled herself onto the cock she guided into her, the euphoria rushed to his brain, intense pleasure started to consume him. He held on to the slender hips of the wealthy fashionista with the penthouse apartment as she writhed on top of him. He moved under her, swirling his hips with hers to create a rhythm, a song of the flesh, the vibrations just reverberating through their bodies. He could feel himself stretching her, and his balls tightening, yearning for a release but he didn't want it to end.

"Ride me, baby," he moaned as he reached a hand up to squeeze her pert breast, squeezing her erect nipple.

 

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As she moved on to him slowly, Anika gasped as he filled her. The way he consumed each other made it seem like they were made for each other. The perfect fit, as one would say. Yes, they were perfect together, both physically and emotionally. They were both a lost sort of soul. Even though Anika seemed to have it all, she was missing something in her life.

Acceptance.

Yes, Clint wasn't among the norm of those she dated...or even associated with. Not that she was a snob. Far from it. All her life she was given the best and even now, she expected nothing but the best. And right now, Clint was the best for her. He had brought out a side in her she wasn't sure existed before...

She continued to gyrate her hips against his, feeling his hard length throb inside of her and she kept up the rhythm, splaying her hands on his chest as she leaned forward and worked her hips. She was so close but she wanted to cum with him....or wanted him to cum with her...

Anika couldn't hold back anymore as she felt herself explode...the pleasure building up within her and releasing like a volcano erupting as her screams filled the room!!

 

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As Anika continued to gyrate in motion with Clint it was as if his body had reached a point of resonance. An energy coursed through him like a powerful force vibrating his entire being. He was lost, he had submitted and given himself over. He had blacked out before and this almost felt like it. All sounds merged into an echo, his vision seemed blurred but perfectly acute. He could feel Anika pulse around his cock which was aching to release the pressure his tightened balls had screamed for.

Anika continued to work his cock and in an instant he exploded inside of her as she released all over him. He could feel an extra sense of wetness on his skin as his cum mixed with hers inside of her, leaking on to him.

They kissed as she collapsed on top of him, her breasts pushed up against his hard torso. He reached his hand around her neck and caressed it as their tongues danced with one another in the afterglow of their copulation. Clint's cock had spurted small after shocks into her as they entangled their limbs, slowly deflating and slipping from the grasp of her muscles.

"That was amazing," Clint said breaking their kiss and stroking her cheek, "you...are amazing."

 

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Anika gasped each time she could feel his cock spasm within her. She leaned her head on his shoulder and breathed in his scent before nibbling on his neck and then pushing up on her arms and looking at him as she brushed some of her hair to the side so it wouldn't get in his face, "You're amazing too.." she told him before crawling off of him and guiding him up with her further onto the giant bed as she pulled the covers back.

It was early evening and she wasn't sure when he had to go work...actually she didn't want to think about when he had to leave, she just wanted to spend as much time with him as she could.

Laying in his arms, she draped her own arm across his chest and gave him a squeeze as she closed her eyes, "What time do you have to leave for work?"

 

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Clint breathed in the alluring scent of her luxurious hair as he kissed her on top of the head, holding her tightly to his body in his strong arms. He looked over at the clock on her night stand and got the unfortunate sinking feeling that comes with knowing a perfect moment had to end. There was a surly middle-aged woman waiting for her shift to end in a dingy bar near Clint's sad apartment that would be pissed if her replacement didn't show up on time.

"I should probably leave soon," he muttered in disappointment, "I should stop home to change before I go in to work."

He let go of Anika and stood up, his naked back to her as he looked out at the city from her bedroom window. He sighed under his breath not wanting to leave, but realizing reality was calling him back to his normal life.

 

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Anika watched him get up from the bed and walk over to the window. She sat up and scooted out of bed and walked over to him. From behind him, she wrapped her arms around his middle and kissed his back, "I wish you didn't have to leave..." she said to him before turning and going to grab her top, slipping it on, "...but I know you have to..." she watched him as he started to get dress and she put on her pants as well.

It was hard about how to proceed with asking him about coming back. She didn't want to sound like she was brushing him off but she also didn't want to smother him. Anika threaded an arm through his as she walked him to the door after he finish dressing. They still said nothing as they approached the door of her penthouse. Stopping there, Anika leaned up on her tip-toes and gave him a hard, wanting kiss before breaking it and looking at him in the eyes before speaking, "Be careful, OK?" she said, not exactly sure why she said that but it just seemed right, "Call me when you get home after work..."

 

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Clint nodded and kissed her lightly before he left the apartment. As he got on the bus he checked his phone, knowing that he would be cutting it close at work. That wasn't so much of a big deal with his boss as much as it was with Linda, the woman on shift before him. She was not the sort of person to cross when it came to wasting her time. Linda even scared the near fearless Clint from time to time when she got overly annoyed.

Once at his apartment, Clint set his gym bag down and proceeded to change into a darker pair of jeans and a black collared shirt. It was a heavy material with buttons on the front with two buttoned down pockets. The sleeves were short and the shirt was tight enough to show off his muscular body. If he had worked at a downtown club, maybe he'd wear such a shirt to try and catch tips from people attracted to him, but not for where he worked. Nope, Clint wore the type of clothes to intimidate any drunk idiots who were looking to cause trouble. Once satisfied, Clint packed an overnight bag, and repacked his gym bag, unsure if he would return home that night.

He walked down the city streets in the increasingly dark skies of the evening with both bags slung around his shoulders. He made the seven block walk rather quickly and even showed up to the bar a couple of minutes early. You wouldn't have known it from Linda's reaction who had pursed lips and nearly one shut from how hard it was squinting at Clint. Other employees at the bar would sometimes try to use some humor and charm to soften her, it never worked, and Clint wasn't particularly good with either so he just shrugged his shoulders as he clocked in.

After putting his bags into the office and finally relieving Linda, Clint settled in behind the bar. Some regulars were in, and a large group of nicely dressed twenty somethings had come in not too long later. They weren't the usual crowd, especially given how large of a group they were, but he had seen people like them come in before, seeking out a dive bar experience. A steady stream of others came in for the next few hours and Clint still rather had stayed with Anika, but he was happy to be making good money.

After a while Clint took notice of two well dressed men sitting in a corner booth, drinking Stoli on the rocks for quite a bit of time. It wasn't out of the ordinary for men in suits to come in and have a quiet drink, but they looked cagey and guarded. Clint was especially unnerved when he noticed one of them looking at him with a studied glance every now and then. While the twenty somethings gathered at the other end of the bar to do shots, Clint let his waitress/bartender attend to them while he went to the corner booth under the pretense of refreshing their drinks.

"You fellas need a refill?" Clint asked as innocuously as he could muster.

"Clint, right?" the man who had been staring at him asked with eerie confidence. "I've heard a lot about you."

Clint eyed up the man, he could trace a slight accent. The other man was a bit bigger, and seemed as silent as a mouse, Clint couldn't even hear him breathe but he felt his eyes heavy on him.

"You have me at a disadvantage," Clint countered, "may I ask who you two are?"

"Sure, sure," the talkative man continued, "You can call me Sergey and this is my colleague, Eugene. Don't bother trying to talk to him, he is not one for conversation. I on the other hand, well I love to talk. I also love to listen, and what I've heard about you..."

"What do you want?" Clint niceties had fallen by the wayside as he asked abruptly. "I got a full bar here."

"Of course, of course," Sergey said as he held up a hand, "we have a mutual acquaintance. He goes by the name of Kareem, and he owes the man I work for, Mr. Semenov quite a bit of money. Now Kareem had been using money from my boss to set up his fights, and less and less had been coming back to him. When we talked with Kareem he said you had conspired with his...sister, is it? He said you and his sister now had his money, and we're looking to collect."

Clint felt a terrible sinking feeling. Once he heard Sergey mention Anika he feared that some similar person may have paid a visit to Anika, or found her on the street. He wanted more than anything to run to her apartment, or at the very least call her that instant, but knew he couldn't just break from that booth at that instant.

Sergey laughed and motioned with and out stretched hand palm down a couple of times, "Don't worry my friend. Everything is fine. We doubt Kareem was telling the truth, we have a better idea of where the money has gone, but know this, and Mr. Semenov knows your little girlfriend will want to know. If we don't get our money back, well...let's just say things may not turn out well."

With that the two men got from their booth and exited the bar, leaving cash for their drinks on the booth table. Clint hadn't liked how that went and now any positive he had gotten out of working that night had evaporated. He had sent a text right after to Anika asking if she was alright. Once the bar cleared out around 1230, Clint decided to close up early and called Anika to ask if it was okay if he came over.

 

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Anika had been busy since Clint had left. She had spent most of the evening on the phone with friends of friends of friends to get some information on some promoters willing to listen to her about Clint. Although she didn't think she got far, she did manage to get in touch with a few friends who would pass on the word that she was looking for someone to talk to her about it.

Hopefully Clint wouldn't mind her doing this for him.

Looking at the clock, Anika realized it was well after midnight and with Clint working tonight, she didn't expect to hear from him but as she thought that, her cell phone went off. With a curious glance, she saw it was her brother. She debated on whether or not to answer it but when she hit the call button, the other line was dead.

It was just as well, after what her brother did to her, there was no way she was in the mood to talk to him now, if ever in the future.

Turning off the lights in her small personal office, there was a sudden knock at the front door. It never occurred to her that it was probably just Clint but when she opened her door, there stood her brother with his goon.

Narrowing her eyes, Anika didn't let them in. She stood there with the door cracked, “What is it, Kareem?”

“First you're too good to answer my calls, now you aren't going to invite me in?”

“Too good? What the hell are you talking about?! You beat me up and are now calling me too good because I didn't answer your stupid phone call?! Go away Kareem before I call the police.” She started to close the door but was immediately pushed away as the door was thrown open and both her brother and his pet good stepped in. Anika should have been scared but right now, she was more mad than anything. “How dare you just bust in here Kareem!? I don't want to talk to you nor do I want to see you, so just please leave!”

All this time, Anika didn't hear her phone beeping, indicating her text from Clint. But when it started to ring, both siblings just looked at each other.

“Well Anika...answer your phone and tell whomever it is you're busy.” With that, Kareem picked it up and hit the answer button and placed it to Anika's ear as he mouthed 'Do it.'

Anika just stood there and Kareem raised his fist and Anika flinched before doing as he said, “Hello?” She said, keeping her voice surprisingly steady. Her heart just about sank as she heard Clint's voice. He asked if he could come over and as much as she wanted it, Anika didn't want him in harms way, “No Clint. Not tonight, OK? Just go home.” She told him as the phone was snatched away from her face and the call ended by Kareem.

“Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?” He took her by the arm and led her back to her small office on the other side of the penthouse, “We have a lot to talk about little sister and when it's all over...well... we'll see... first off, I'm going to need access to some of your money...”

“Money?!” Anika repeated, “What do you need money for, Kareem? More of your gambling debts?” It was no surprise that she had paid for some of his debts before when they were younger and just starting out in the states. Over time, their father would be the one that would bail him out of his stupid investments and gambling mistakes. “How much this time? Not that I'm going to give you any of my money that I worked hard for...probably something you'll never understand, right?”

"Ahh, Anika, if I didn't need the money so badly tonight, I would definitely have no probably hurting you again. But I think, after what I have to tell you, you won't have a choice but to transfer two million over into my hands." With that, he pushed his sister into the desk chair...

 

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When Anika told him no, he was floored, absolutely devastated. He had no idea why she had said no to him, especially since they seemed so in tune with one another, so much a fit. She had seemed so disappointed when he had to go into work that he became puzzled as to her refusal of his company. Then he began to think about his own experience that had happened in the corner booth with the Russians that night. Maybe it was connected, maybe that Semenov guy had sent someone over to Anika's.

Clint quickly locked the door, not even finishing his post work at the bar and caught a cab over to Anika's apartment. Once he got inside the building he saw the night doorman was sitting at his station. He got up from his seat and told Clint he wasn't allowed in.

"You get paid off by someone?" Clint asked aggressively. "Because I know it wasn't fucking Anika. And I know now, and if something happens to her, you better bet the police will know it was you!"

The doorman pleaded with Clint saying he didn't know it was anything bad and let Clint up to Anika's floor. Clint hurried to her door and found it slightly ajar, but he could hear aggressive voices from inside.

Thankfully Anika's apartment was so nice that the door made no sound as he pushed it open. He saw Anika being harassed in the kitchen by her brother. The big lackey who followed Kareem around was standing behind him. For a second Clint wondered why that guy was even there if Kareem didn't have any money, but quickly shook that thought as he saw a perfect opportunity with the guy's back to him and his arms crossed.

Clint stealthily snuck up behind the guy and crossed his arm around his neck and quickly put him to sleep. Anika saw him, and Kareem turned around before it was too late.

 

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"I am not giving you two million dollars Kareem. Even if I could, I don't have access to that much money at this time of night." Anika was adamant, not realizing the gravity of the situation. If she had known the hell her brother had been through, promising lenders he would have their money...promising them one and half times as much than before... all with money he didn't have yet.

Money he knew he could get from his sister.

She didn't have the problem he did. She was self sufficient and had her own fortune...all without help from their father...NO! Her father! Her father was the one who cut him off and now his sister was about to do the same.

Bringing out a gun from under his jacket, Kareem casually kept it at his side and smiled sadistically at his sister, "Well, I think you're going to change your mind Anika."

With a gasp, Anika took a step back and stared at the gun, her eyes were wide as she shook her head, "Kareem! What do you think you're doing?!"

He said nothing so Anika continued, "Please, Kareem! This isn't you!"

It was then she saw Clint and it must have been the surprise in her eyes when Kareem turned around and pointed the gun at Clint after the goon he took down. Anika cried out, "NO!" She scrambled around the kitchen island and stood in front of Clint...between Clint and the gun. "Kareem!" She felt Clint trying to move her but she wouldn't budge, "Stop!! Please.. I'll give you the money! OK?! I will transfer the two million into your account first thing in the morning! I swear! Just stop and leave...please!"

 

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"No," Clint said sternly. "Kareem, I have an offer for you."

Kareem nodded and lowered the gun. Clint stepped from behind Anika and approached Kareem with his hands up, palms facing the armed man. Clint wasn't nervous, he felt more in control than ever protecting Anika. His breath was measured and calm, and his hands, although straight up in the air, didn't shake from nerves for even a moment.

"A couple of guys who know you came to visit me tonight," Clint said trying to show Kareem that he was on the same page, "it seemed serious, so I can understand the desperation. However, you can't get that money from Anika. I however have a way. There's a tournament coming up, a huge tournament for fighters like me. We go to this Semenov guy, and work out an arrangement. You get off the hook with these guys. Just throw one more fight in the warehouse, invite the Russians. I'll show them how good I am."

 

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How Anika wanted Clint not to do this but she couldn't. She tried to grab Clint by waist to lead him away but he didn't budge as he spoke to Kareem. "Clint...no please.." Anika whispered to him as she leaned her head against his back.

Kareem on the other hand thought about the whole deal presented to him by Clint. He narrowed his eyes as he studied the man before him. As much as he hated to admit it, he was good so finally, when they probably thought he wouldn't agree to it...Kareem nodded slightly and gave them a small smile, "Fine. It might be a bit difficult but worth it."

He put the gun back slowly as he walked over his man on the floor and shook his head, "Send this idiot back to me when he wakes up..." he then looked at Clint, "Tomorrow. Expect a call from me for the fight." And with that, he left.

Anika watched her brother leave and until the door closed behind him, she smacked Clint's arm and took a few steps away from him, "Why Clint?! All I had to do was give him the money...and he would have left us..me and you, alone!" She was upset but more at Clint because he was going to fight again for her brother.

 

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Clint looked at Anika and held her hands in his. She felt pained by his ultimatum with Kareem, but he did it to protect her, and he did even thought it may have been at a greater cost. He was confused by her reaction, he wanted her to swoon in his arms for his sacrifice but it was panic and fright.

As the goon stirred on the floor, Clint slapped him a bit to wake him up. Even though the goon was upset, he didn't press Clint and left the apartment. He did slam the door behind himself, and Clint thought about saying something to him, but Anika had a penthouse and the door only opened up to an elevator, no neighbors.

Clint looked back at Anika and stroked her cheek, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I couldn't let him take advantage of you again. Seeing you after he hit you...it made me so angry, and I felt like shit that I wasn't able to protect you then."

 

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She shook her head before stepping up to him and then wrapping her arms around him as she held him tightly, "But you're going to fight...you might get hurt...you--" she said as she did her best not to start crying. She hated all this. She hated that Clint had to fight. She hated that Kareem was being how he was...

"He would have taken the money...he would have left...right? You don't have to do this Clint..."

 

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Clint put his arm around her waist to pull their bodies even closer together. He saw how tears were welling in her eyes but she fought them off. When she spoke it was such a pleading tone, almost begging with no hope. There was a slight catch to her voice, and it was almost like she was crying without actually crying. Clint hated that he had made her feel this way but he was still convinced that it was the right thing to do.

"This will be better in the end," he told her not knowing if that was true or not.

He kissed her softly and ran a hand through her hair and tried to joke, but ultimately sounded more awkward than funny when he told her, "Sorry if this ruined your vacation."

 

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It wasn't funny that it was funny. Although they didn't divulge much when together, probably because either one thought this whole thing was just a fling so why get personal? They didn't have too much of a chance to know each others' sense of humor.

She didn't let Clint go...she didn't want to...but she didn't want him to think that he couldn't do it. Despite what she thought, deep down, he was good, even though she didn't have much experience with fighters or the sport, he spoke with confidence and she needed to show him that she believed in him...which she did.

"OK..." she said as she reluctantly took a slight step back from him before regarding him, "What is this about visitors tonight? And how did you know to come here anyway after you called?"

 

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"Like I told Kareem," he said looking down at the floor, his hand running through his hair, "two guys came to try and intimidate me at work. They had mentioned you, and when I called and texted you with no response..."

Clint trailed off and looked up at Anika with worry in his eyes. He didn't know exactly why, but at this point he could not recall if he ever felt as protective or worried about anyone more than he has felt about Anika in his life. He was falling for her hard, and he wasn't sure if there was anyway he could stop it.

 

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"They mentioned me?!" Anika said with both fear and surprise in her voice. She looked at Clint for a while before wrapping her arms around him, "I'm sorry Clint...I'm so sorry for you getting involved in all this."

She didn't let him go as she buried her face into his neck. Anika felt his own arms wrap around her also. She really was sorry for this. Things would've probably been different if she hadn't met him that night. Hadn't seen him fight.

Kareem would have still been in trouble but at least Anika would have paid off his debts again...it would've just been another family issue to take care of and life would go on.

Yeah, life would be boring without Clint. Anika needed him. Right now, she couldn't see life without him...

 

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As the two embraced in the kitchen, it pained Clint to hear Anika blame herself for what was happening to both of them. If it was anyone's fault it was Kareem's, definitely not hers. He didn't want to tell her to think a different way, by the way Kareem ordered and threatened her, it seemed clear to Clint that the men in Anika's family held too much power over her. He didn't want to be another guy like that in her life, so he didn't say anything for a long time. The two just held each other.

Finally Clint broke the silence as he walked over to her sink and poured himself a glass of water. He drained the glass in one large gulp. His adrenaline was pumping and his heart was beating fast due to the Russians and Kareem.

"I knew when I agreed to fight for your brother," he said stoically, "that if I agreed to one too many something bad would happen. What I didn't know was something great would come out of it."

Clint walked over to Anika and gripped the back of her neck firmly with his hand and pulled her close, kissed her deeply.

"And this, baby," he said, his eyes piercing hers, "this is worth any of the bullshit we'll have to deal with."

 

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There were a lot of things in life that Anika didn't bother to believe in. But tonight...well actually since meeting Clint, he seemed to be proving a lot of things wrong.

Like love.

Oh God. She had never used that word before. Not anyone one. Not even anyone in her family. It was a word that was never spoken but it was at least known.

She savored his kiss when he grabbed her neck and Anika rested her head on his chest, knowing he was right. She had to believe.

Breaking away from him, she crossed her arms around her middle as she took a few deep breaths, thinking about tomorrow. It would happen in just a few hours seeing as it was after 1AM. "OK, tomorrow Clint, I want to go with you when you meet with Kareem."

 

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"I'd say no, it's too dangerous," Clint reasoned, "but I know that wouldn't stop you. So, yeah come with...be my manager."

He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her close to him grateful that the smell of peanuts and stale beer from the bar had been replaced by the sweet scent of Anika. He was worried for both of them, wishing they could just hole up in the penthouse and shut the ugliness of the outside world out of their lives, but here they were falling deeper and deeper into each other as well as deeper under water.

 

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In his arms, Anika was able to smile, "Ohh, manager? Do I get a badge and everything?" She nuzzled his neck as she wrapped her own arms around his broad shoulders.

She knew things were serious but they needed something to distract them until they got the call later on from Kareem. A call Anika hoped wouldn't come but knew it would.. because if there was one thing that didn't stop Kareem, it was money.

 

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"Yeah, make it all official," he said as he picked Anika up off her feet. Her arms stayed around Clint's neck as he walked towards the bedroom. She hung off of him, his arms holding up her back and lithe legs. Once they reached the bed Clint laid her down on her back and hovered over her pressing his lips to hers, his hand caressing her hip.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her. He sidled next to her on the bed and held her.

 

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She wanted to be close to him in all ways possible but right now, Anika was more than content to be held close to him as they listened to each others' breathing.

It must have been odd to find someone like herself with someone like Clint. He was all brawn while she was just...her. Kareem treated Clint like he was nothing but that wasn't true. Anika knew it from the first time they met. The way he spoke, the way he showed concern...

As she looked at him in the dim light, she crawled on top of him and looked at him as she rested her chin on her hands...not saying anything.