All your base are belong to us (Sara Quinn)MATURE

[Matrim Gallagher]

As they kissed he was forcing himself against her, pushing her into the bark. So when her hands went around her, he allowed it. The hand that punched her slammed into the tree next to her, he was rubbing his body against her, pressing his weight against her. Then she slammed her knee into his groin. He bit down on her lower lip, his right hand dropped down to her jeans, undoing the button and zipper, his left hand gripping hard on her shoulder.

He would then reach down with his left hands and both hands would grab her by the sides of the waistline, he would take a step back on his right foot and swing her towards his right by the waistline aiming to toss her away from him and out of her own pants. If this worked he would take a moment to recover from the hit to the groin, but he would raise his right hand and wave his index finger signaling for her to come to him.

"Bring it."

Matrim wasn't sure what was going on, but for some reason every part of his body liked it.

[Sara Quinn]

Her knee slammed into his groin and he bit into her lip, causing her to moan into his mouth. Her attack didn't seem to affect him though. Maybe the problem had been that she hadn't had a good enough range to attack in as he was pressing against her, rubbing against her body, lighting her nerves on fire to his every touch.

She felt his hand gripping her shoulder more tightly and she moaned again as his other hand fiddled with the button to her pants, popping it open. As he worked the zipper her eyes flew open and she started to push against him. No way. He wasn't going there. Not yet. But to late. His hands dropped to her sides and then she was tossed again, this time by the waist line of her jeans.

She growled in frustration as her pants were pulled down to her knees and she dropped onto her back, his grip on her pants pulling them to her ankles as her body went from flying to dropping.

"Bring it."

She glared up at him, now wearing nothing but her panties. She pushed her jeans off the rest of the way. She wasn't fighting to get those back on now, it just wasn't worth it.

And in some ways, wearing nothing but her panties in front of him turned her on. Well... That sucked. She pushed herself to her feet, limping on her ankle still. This wasn't going to go so well. She took a few steps closer trying not to scare him off. No. Unless he was going to stand completely still for her, she wouldn't be able to catch him.

She was blushing deeply. Why did she have to be practically naked in front of him. What if... in some sick way... she wanted him to be naked to... The images ran through her head and she felt a tingle between her legs, a gush of warmth. Oh god. That got another blush. She felt the urge to cover herself, one arm instinctively going over her chest, brushing against the painful burn print of his hand. She stared at him, his uncovered chest, his toned body. She had to look away.

"Why don't you bring it...?" Yes. Totally lame. But it was the best she could do.

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[Matrim Gallagher]

"Why don't you bring it...?" She said, and he was shocked by her lack of enthusiasm. But he slowly walked over, hand undoing the button on his pants, but leaving the zipper zipped. That was the only hint he was going to give her to the fact that he wished to be how she was. And then he would charge, he would run to her right slightly, his right fist would slam into her stomach, aiming to maker her lurch forward, he would pivot on his right foot so that he would be behind her. His left arm would swing around her throat and pull her to a standing position while his right hand would attempt to pull down on the last remaining item of clothing she had on.

"There," He would say, and once he had gotten rid of that pesky last piece of clothing he would spin her by stepping back a bit and pulling her around with that left arm that was around her, "I brought it."

Matrim would then grab her by the sides of the face, pulling her in for yet another kiss. Letting her make the next fighting move, or possibly even making her make the next undressing one.

[Sara Quinn]

Her head swung back towards him at the first sign of movement. Her eyes watched him walk towards her as he undid the button of his pants. Emotions hit her all at once. Excitement, embarrassment, shock, anger... lust. Such intense lust. And then he ran at her. She tried to crouch, but it made no difference as his fist slammed into her gut and she fell further forward.

And suddenly, he was behind her, his hand pulling down her panties. She froze, not moving, as she allowed him to. The position hurt her abdomen, from his punch, and chest, from the burn, but it was fine. She wanted this now. Not that she would ever admit it. They fell away from her, the only movement from her were her feet as she finished kicking them off. The cool breeze blew over her and she shivered in anticipation. He pulled her around to face him.

"There...I brought it."

She moaned against his lips as they met hers again. Her hands immediately dropping to his pants, tugging at the zipper and then pulling at the waist of his pants. She gave up, getting a better idea. Her fingers dipped inside the waist band, latching onto both his pants and boxers and she began trying to tug them both down at once, her eagerness becoming more and more apparent.

As they dropped she would run her hands along his sides, and then up his back to his shoulder blades, gently, slowly as she returned his kiss with passion and enthusiasm. She took a step closer to him, and then, suddenly, without warning, drew her nails down his back. Not hard enough to make him bleed, but roughly, to match how she was feeling. Her right hand moved upwards, running along his arm to cup his hand on her face. Gently pulling it from her face she brought it downwards, placing it just to the right of her burn. She wanted to enjoy some sort of pleasure in case she never got the chance again. She would arch her back, her chest pushing forward, and she would drop her head back for a few moments. Then her left fist flew up towards his face.

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[Matrim Gallagher]

She brought her hand up, as every muscle in his body felt the breeze of the air outside. Her nails digging into his back, and he inhaled holding air in him as the pain rang inside of him, it felt good to him for some reason. Then she brought his hand down and he had a firm grip to the right of where he had burnt her. And then she dropped her head back as he touched her, he was getting ready to take this further when she punched him in the face. She hit his nose, and it began to bleed, his head was thrown back by the force, and he threw it forward in an attempt to head butt her on her own nose.

He would then reach his other hand down to the small of her back, and hoist her up on him. His left hand abandoned where she had placed it, and instead reached down to pull up on her right leg, wrapping it around his waist as he lowered down, making it so that she was on her back on the grass. And that was when it happened, when he took this to the point of no return. And as he moved he wondered if they were done fighting.

How did we get to this point.......

[Sara Quinn]

His head butt slammed into her forehead. She was going to blackout if there was even one more tap to her head. It had hit her in the nose, and like his, it began to gush blood. She hissed in pain, hand moving to squeeze the bridge of it in an attempt to stop the bleeding as his hand moved to her back, his other hand still next to the burn.

She was done. She was giving up on fighting him. This was getting her no where, her pride could bite the dust on this one. When his hand pulled up on her leg she stiffened her back, lifting herself onto him, wrapping her legs around him as she was lowered onto her back.

She felt it happen, the final act that would change everything. She welcomed it, looking up at him. She watched as blood slowly poured from his nose as he moved above her and she laughed. Yes, completely inappropriate considering the circumstances, but it felt right, and it only served to make it better for her. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she let her eyes close, the smile falling from her face as her mouth opened to accommodate her noises.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him against her. Her mind was blank, and she was lost in what was happening. She only knew that she wouldn't regret this. She loved Travis, deeply, but this needed to happen. And if it did, she was damn well going to enjoy it. Her arms around his neck suddenly jerked, pushing him off of her, rolling him onto his back as she rolled with him. She was now straddling him. She dropped onto him, sitting straight, her hands falling from his neck to entwine her fingers with his as she looked down at him. Then her head dropped back and she lost herself further in the moment.

[Matrim Gallagher]

*TIME SKIP*

Matrim began scavenging for his clothes. He finally got his pants and everything else on, except for his shirt which was somewhat torn off of him earlier. It was a lost cause anyway, it was just sad that he really didn't have it anymore. In any case he tossed over the remains of the shirt to Sara if she wanted something extra over her chest. After all, he wasn't sure how much her her shirt survived, and worst comes to worse she could tie his shirt around her somehow. In any case, he had his stuff taken care of, and that was all that mattered.

"So who won the fight......" He asked, looking over at her with a blank expression on his face, he wasn't sure who did. Maybe it was a draw? Maybe he won? Maybe she did? He wasn't sure what column to put this one in. All he knew was that the fighting was over, he was tired, and what they had just done was pretty life changing for them. After all, they had other people in their lives.

Reira was away in Venice, and even though she was gone, his heart felt like it had a sword through it. But at the same time, he felt like what happened needed to happen, "And... and do we just... keep this to ourselves? Or... " He wasn't sure what to do or say, the moment was new to him. He hadn't slept with anyone aside from Reira in his entire life. Reira had been his first, and up until now... his only.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara lay on the ground, looking up at the sky. She hurt all over. Her muscles throbbed and seized in her legs, arms, and abdomen. She closed her eyes, letting the feeling over the cool air wash over her skin. The pain was still there, but it was a different sort of pain. The burns were now more like a numb pain. It was more irritating then anything, yet at the same time, still painful. Absentmindedly, her hand rubbed over the wound on her chest.

Matrim was collecting his clothes. She knew she should to. It was only right. She pushed herself into a sitting position, wincing. Crawling across the ground she reached her panties, and her jeans only a few feet away. She pulled them on laying back on the ground, pushing her hips in the air as she pulled them up. She didn't know what she was going to do about her shirt. It was destroyed. However, Matrim threw her the rest of his shirt, so that was fine. She looked at it. It was ripped, but she could work with it. She pulled it over her head.

"So who won the fight......"

She snorted a laugh as she tried to tie the shirt around her midriff to hide the rip and the mark on her chest. The fabric made it hurt more. But who had won the fight? Another small laugh, and she turned her head to look at him. She was shocked at the look on his face. The smile instantly dropped from her face. His expression was blank. Nothing. Oh shit... He regretted it... Well that just ruined everything. It made everything awkward. It would be the end of any friendship they had if he did.

"And... and do we just... keep this to ourselves? Or... "

She looked away, focusing on the shirt she was trying to knot. At this moment, every girly emotion she could think in a situation like this of was bubbling in her. Tears stung her eyes. She loved Travis. A lot. He was her first and only... Until today. She was completely in love with Travis, and the though of being with Matrim, like in a relationship, had never crossed her mind, but what they had done had still felt good. Happy. What had happened between them had been something good, and had had the potential to make them closer as friends. It would probably never happen again, but it would have been something important for her, and she would have held it close to her heart forever. But... His attitude... Fuck him.

She pushed herself to her feet, wincing in pain again. Without looking at him she brushed herself off. "You win. Good fight. Obviously we keep it to ourselves." She started to walk away from him.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"You win. Good fight. Obviously we keep it to ourselves." She said and started to walk away. He followed her, instinctively he knew she was upset. And the truth was, he was a little confused, somewhat lost. And there was a fair amount of fear in him. So he would catch up to her and reach out to pull on her hand to turn her towards him.

"Wait... just... just don't go yet," He said. He wanted to do something, to say something. He just didn't know what to do or say, and that was the problem. He was absolutely confused as to what she wanted, what she expected of him, or anything of that sort, "What just happened..."

He trailed off, he would look her in the eye until he could admit it to himself. He didn't want to admit that it was good, he didn't want to say it felt incredible. Like some weight had been lifted. Because he felt like a horrible person for what he did, but somehow all that guilt went away when he was looking at her and remembering it. The second he thought of Rei it returned even harder then before. Like a knife had been planted in his chest, and thoughts of Sara were morphine while thoughts of Reira twisted the blade.

".. It was incredible, and amazing, and a million other adjectives that can't come to mind because of how buzzed I still am....." He said, and then he would look her in the eye, as if trying to get an answer for the question he didn't ask. The question he couldn't bring himself to ask.

What really happens now....

[Sara Quinn]

As he caught up to her and tried to stop her from leaving she realized that the blank look he had given her... Hadn't been disgust or something like she had thought, it had been confusion. Looking at him, she realized that she felt sorry for him. Not in a bad way... But in a caring way. He was like a lost little boy in her eyes right now. But the way he had looked at her had hurt. She looked up at his face. The guy was completely hopeless. He looked so completely lost. And she knew she needed to help him. This hadn't been just his fault. She played her part in it to. And so she needed to set things straight with him. Even if she had been offended by the way he was acting.

Sara was no good for this sort of thing though. When it came to confrontation, she was great, but dealing with personal issues? Not so good. She tended to dance around the subjects, avoiding the actual topic as much as possible. Her plan had been to move on, pretend this had never happened while holding the memory dear to her. Apparently, that wasn't going to happen. But she could make it a little easier by talking to him, setting things straight between them.

She guessed it must be different for guys then it was for girls. But he probably also thought she wanted something from him now. Sara wasn't the most typical girl, she wasn't exactly normal, but she was sane. And sane girls were usually pretty good about sex. Sometimes it happened, and it was going to go no further. That was what was going to happen in this case. Sara, in truth, expected nothing from him. Well she did expect some things. She expected that he keep a level head about this. And that he didn't think she was out to catch him in marriage or something.

She appreciated his comments though, and tried to lighten the mood by giving him a small smile. She got the feeling that there was something he wanted from her, but she didn't know what. A question that he just wasn't asking. She decided to just go ahead and cover a bunch of things at once. She took his hand in hers, hoping it wasn't to intimate and took a deep breath before she started to speak.

"Matrim... That was great... Amazing. But I'm in love with Travis, and you're engaged. I knew that going into this, and I know it coming out. The only thing I want now is for the two of us to stay friends. I don't want to hurt anyone with what we did, so I think it should just stay between us. I don't want you to lose Reira because of me. I don't want to lose Travis. I don't expect anything from you. The only thing I want is to know that we're still friends. If there is a change? I want it to be that we're closer friends. That's all."

If he hadn't pulled away through her whole speech she would reach out and give him a small hug. "So... What we're going to do now, is you're going to take me home, and help me explain to Travis how I managed to get your hand print on my chest, and then we're going to go back to being normal." At least she hoped it was that easy.

[Matrim Gallagher]

Her explanation calmed him, he felt stupid for feeling fear mixed in there. But he still felt a slight amount of guilt. There was the part of him that knew he wouldn't get caught, but that part of him was the one that he didn't like. It was like that part of him that came out back when he and Rei broke up for a short time. Another persona of sorts, and it for some reason justified what he did, while the other persona, the one that got Rei back, tore at his conscious. Luckily he was sane, perfectly sane. Those two weren't going to come back.

She hugged him, and he hugged her back with one arm, rubbing her back a little, he bent over and kissed the top of her head in a friendly manner, "So... What we're going to do now, is you're going to take me home, and help me explain to Travis how I managed to get your hand print on my chest, and then we're going to go back to being normal."

"Sounds like a plan," He said. And something ran through his heads. They would be friends sure, but how would they ever fight again? Knowing how this happened the first time, would they ever fight each other? Or would they just avoid doing so. After all, he trained her to use Qi. He was the one who brought it out in her, and in a weird way they were really great friends for it. Even if they had tried to kill each other, had sex, and had an awkward moment all in the span of one day.

"Come on, my bike is parked outside the park," He said, and would lead her to his bike, once he got to it he would turn the ignition, and drive to her place, making sure to get directions from her.