Celine.

An Old Start

"You don't expect me to go easy on you again do you?," Trace grinned from the opposite corner of the small, square sparring ring Celine's father had installed not a week before. His voice was tinged with British tease.
Shaking her straight, ashen blonde hair, she took up her stance, readying the rapier in her grip.
"You think i need your pity?," Her French accent shot back, a challenging grin lighting her face. "You're gonna have one hell of a time winning if you keep looking down on me, Darling."
He simply nodded at his lover and took up his own stance. "Fine by me" he grinned. And vanished, a small circle if dust swirling where his feet had been.
Behind me. She swiveled around and parried his thrust, his eyes glinted as they do when she impressed him. Hers shined back at him.
They both vanished, a cacophony of steel on steel echoing through the sparring yard, sparks showering here or there. This was their routine, trashtalk and then what they dubbed "advanced fencing".
He reappeared in the center of the concrete ring just as Celine struck from above. The resounding impact cracked where his feet were. She disappeared again and reappeared feet across the ring, their heavy breathes falling into rhythm.
"Good girl," he smiled at her and stood straight, erasing his breath and looking like nothing had even happened. It made her nervous. "Round two?"
"No need, I want to show you a new trick that will out an end to training for today." At his cocky gaze she straightened and rotated the rapier so that the blade pointed downwards. She gently palmed the down turned blade near the center and spoke.
"Dance, Extasé." Her blade gave a small ring and burst into golden light that engulfed them both in a star of blindness. She watched Trace's eyes slam shut at the sudden light. She sped behind him.
"That's that, Darling" she whispered in his ear. He made a swing behind him to hit only air.
The light began to fade and when he opened his eyes, he found her 5'4, curvy frame pointing the rapier to his throat.
"Checkmate?" She gave a satisfied bite if her lip, driving him crazy. He held his hand up in surrender.
"Checkmate babe.". She lowered the weapon and sheathed it. He followed suit. She smiled at him, triumph in her violet eyes. She tackled him to the ground and kissed his forehead pinning him to the concrete.
"That means we do what I want tonight," she smiled as his eyes darkened. Desire. She teased him, biting her lip and grinding on the growing bulge in his jeans.
"Yes ma'am," he smiled. She kissed him, deepening it before giving his lower lip a light nibble before she pulled away.
"Good boy."
"Alright birthday girl," mum spoke from above, Myñana not far behind, her hands clapping at her with a mischievous grin, "save that for later, supper is almost ready."
"Yes mother," Celine feigned innocence, knowing both her and her mother knew better than to play goody.
They both snickered in the way back to the kitchen door, her younger sister and lover in tow.

Okay guys I know it has been forever so I've posted a little appetizer. There are seven of these booked in total so I'll try and post whenever I can. I have orientation in a few days so that'll make it easier to post. Love you guys and see you soon.