Queen of the Underworld

15

With what I'm training for, he isn't wrong.

"Pretty accurate, actually." I smiled.

He laughed as he shrugged his shirt off. I had been talking the whole time, and didn't realize what he was doing until it was off, revealing his beautiful body. My mouth gaped open as I gazed at him like a creep, any moment actual drool would probably fall from my face.

He smirked as he saw me trailing my eyes through every inch of his torso.

"Enjoying the view?"

I looked away quickly and ran my hand through the back of my neck, feeling unusually hot in my sports bra and shorts.

I masked my red hot cheeks with laughter, "If only!"

He walked toward the rope and started climbing it, making it look easy as hell.

"You see! As easy as it gets!" He shouts down.

"Yeah okay! I wanna see you get down."

Without a second thought, he unwrapped his legs from the fabric and threw his top half back, as if he were trying to hang from the monkey bars. He let go for a second, letting his body drop freely, making me scream thinking he was going to crash down. No more than a second later, he was right in front of me again laughing at how ridiculous I was being. It was more than obvious, that he has done this a gazillion times.

"Your turn." He said pushing softly towards the rope, his hands on my hips.

"Yeah, because what you did convinced me." I say sarcastically.

He grabbed my arms from behind me and placed my hands on the rope.

"Climb," he demanded.

I took a deep breath and began going up. It took a few minutes but I finally made it all the way. I smiled down at Nicolas, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"See! Not bad!" He yelled.

I nodded, "what now?"

"With your arms, swing yourself, carefully lift your legs and wrap your right leg on the fabric," I did as he said, "and make sure it's stable."

I pulled on the rope with my leg, it was pretty stable to me.

"Now, slowly drop your body back, and then wrap your right hand with the fabric, tight."

HA! He fucking thought.

"Hell no!"

"Come on! It'll be fine."

I threw my body back, and quickly wrapped my hand in the rope. My left leg moved freely in the air, as I held myself upside down.

"Okay now what?"

"Now, you're Harley Quinn for real!" He said, referencing the Harley rope scene on Suicide Squad.

He reached into his pockets and took out his phone.

"Nick!"

He started laughing at my fear, I had no idea how to get down and I didn't want to break a bone or something.

"Admit it, it feels great!" He shouted at me.

He was right, yet again, I felt really cool up in the air. I had some training in gymnastics but nothing serious, mostly just cartwheels, back flips, and intense stretching, never anything like this. But here I was, trying to hide my smile as I felt like Gaby Douglas.

"Whatever," I started laughing uncontrollably. I felt my grip on the rope loosen slightly, but I couldn't stop laughing.

Nicolas ran to the rope looking worried, "Anastasia don't laugh! It'll make you let go!"