Part 3


"Let. Go."

He glares down at her. It's amazing that the room doesn't ignite into flame with the heat these two are putting off. Dave is breathing heavily there's blood dripping onto her from a cut above one eye.

"How about we take a little break, clean up, and then we can go at it again? he offers.

Hip blood splatters her cheek, just a few droplets. Her eyes are so cold and they narrow at his suggestion, the fire in her telling her to finish it now, now, NOW. Her muscles are shaking, trembling, with adrenaline, and her mind is a riot. She wrestles back a shudder.

"Why?" she manages, and she slides her tongue out to taste the blood he's dripping on her cheek, not breaking eye contact for one millisecond. "Can't handle the pressure?" She bucks her hips up to make her point clear, motioning toward the problem in his pants.

Dave thrusts back which proceeds a contest where the two dry hump for a few minutes. One more battlefront to open up between them, but it doesn't last long which is good since Dave is almost ready to blow his load.

"Hey we can keep going, but I don't want blood on the carpet, we can move this someplace where there are going to be less stains to clean up."

The dry humping causes Eva to chew her lip hard. God, it aches. She openes her eyes all the way when he speaks again and snorts, tugging at her wrists once more as if hoping he's let up. She may be faster, but he has the strength.

"Worried mommy and daddy will be pissed off?"

Dave snorts "Yeah I notice that it's my floor getting covered in blood, and I'm betting your not going to pay to get it cleaned."

The truth be told Dave isn't sure what to do next, he has her imobolized but he knows soon as he lets her go, she'll go on the offence again. And as much as he wants to finish her he recognizes the stalemate that they've fought themselves into.

The silence hangs in the air. Awkward, and bursting at the seams. Eva's chest rises and falls with each breath, breasts smudged with blood. Nipples hard. She breathes slowly, watching him, her biceps tight in anticipation with him letting her go.

Finally, she licks her lips and talks.

"Or you could deal with the fucking problem you've caused."

Dave gently rubs his groin against her, he takes the chance and lets go with one of his hands he's now trying to hold her wrists with only one hand. He slowly traces his hand down her arm, to cup her breast rubbing the hardened nipple between his fingers.

His voice is husky with desire "Ohh I don't think I'm the only one to blame for this." he replies playing with her nipple.

Eva wrestles back another moan. Fuck. Her muscles strain again, yanking hard at his grip. The touch sends electricity rattling through her nerve endings and she manages to squirm one thin hand out from beneath his larger ones. It shoots down between his thighs, which still straddle her hips, and squeezes firmly. He's... big, and she thought those rumours were just fucking rumours. She swallows.

"You're the one who ripped my fucking bra off," she snorts, sitting up as much as she can.

Evas hand on his member is like electricity he slowly gets off of her not breaking contact hte hand on her breast, slides down to between her legs and grasps her inner thigh, running his had up to rub between her legs, unbottoning her shorts.

He barks out a short laugh "I was trying to take off your head, " he says "I take it we have a truce untill other things are taken care of?" he asks.

"Maybe," she says with an evil grin. The button on her shorts pops open and she keeps smirking at him. "I might hit you when you're all distracted."

Her legs part a little and she sits up, wiping blood from her lip. She watches him. Between her legs, ha, like a good boy. She gives a moan, deliberately, to coerce him. "How long have you wanted to fuck me for? S'this what you were planning on?"

Not entirely trusting her Dave slides off her shorts and panties sliding them down her long barelegs running his hands over her. "Are you kidding this is the last thing I ever thought I would do."

He losens his own jeans pulling them off but keeping his eyes on her partially because he's still doesn't completely trust her not to attack, and partially because she's the hottest thing he's ever seen in his life. Blood drying on her chin a bruise under one eye, her hair plastered with sweat and bruises starting to show all over her.

He knows that he must look much the same but he's drawn to those eyes still burning just as hot.

"I would of thought it more likely to be burying you, then fucking you." he says as he slides his pants off his member is fully extended and swollen.

Eva raises an eyebrow. "No fucking skids? That's just gross, dude." But she's grinning, which shows it's most likely a joke, her own underwear choice being a black thong that sort of matches but doesn't quite the hot pink bra. She doesn't protest him stripping her shorts down and looks him over shamelessly.

"Very nice, though. I can see Jennifer Conner wasn't exaggerating like we all thought she was."

Dave grins back "Your pretty fucking hot yourself." he looks her over hungrily. " I mean I always new you were hot, but fuck!!" he says with feeling "I've got to say your not the first woman I've ever fought, and I usually get a bit of a boner, but your fucking ridiculous."

He gets to his feet and extends his hand down to her. "This is just a temporary truce though, I still want to fight you more later." he says. "There is still way to much between us"

Eva snorts, and accepts his hand. It's coarse and calloused, and she lets her softer fingers slide away from his as she stands in the middle of his room in nothing but her thong.

"Temporary truce I can deal with," she says. "Don't mean I'm not gonna laugh when you start begging my name."

She pushes both hands out and shoves him hard, backward onto the bed. She crawls on top of him, sliding her thighs over his waist. His cock is hard and presses insistantly against her as she leans down over him, kissing him with bruising force.

Dave didn't think he could get more turned on but somehow he pulls her thong down sliding it off untill Eva can kick it off out of the way. He gabs her hair and pulls her harder against him his tongue grapples with hers as rolls her over. His hand cupping her breast playing with her hard nipples. He lifts his head as he positions himself to enter her.

He grins down at her. "We'll see who is begging who, the fight is far from over." he says as he slides within her. "This is just an intermission."

Eva can't help herself; she's aching too much. Her eyes roll up into her head and she groans darkly, deeply, as he slides into her. Her faces screws up a little and she tightens; he's a bit too big, and she hisses and digs her nails HARD into his biceps.

"Better be one fucking HELL of a halftime show," she manages, slowly drawing herself back away from him before sinking back up onto him.

Dave wakes up the next morning confused and in pain, for a moment he's not sure what happened then he sees the naked woman curled up with him, and looks around at the wrekage of his room.

"'Holy Shit" he thinks to himself "It wasn't a dream I actually fought Eva Grifiths to a standstill and then fucked her brains out, or she did it to me" Dave isn't completely sure.

He is sure that he is in pain and yet strangely satisfied. He moans out an exhausted "Owwwww"

The noise stirs Eva and she groans, squeezing her eyes shut. Her hand feels around blindly for the blankets, cold and naked in the morning air of the room. It's then that her hand falls on something hard and smooth that feels a lot like skin; her eyes inch open in confusion and she finds herself groping a thigh...

Oh, fuck. She sits bolt upright - instantly regretting it when her neck snaps into place, her entire body hurting. Was she hit by a fucking TRAIN!? Then she looks sideways, looks at Dave, and there's no mistaking the soreness inside of her. Oh, fuck.

"... Shit."

"Yeah you can say that again."says Dave with a tired smile. He sits up beside her and leans against the backboard of the bed.

"I hope your in as much pain as I am" he says "So we really went at it did'nt we." He asks.

"Not half." Eva groans as she reaches behind herself to push her back into alignment, or at least that's what she feels like she's doing. Oh, fuck. He hadn't worn a condom, had he? She makes a mental note to swing by the clinic for a morning after pill.

"Apparently. And to think I was inches from kicking your ass when you couldn't resist me anymore and insisted on fucking me raw." She grins at him, a pointed signal that, yes, she knows she's 'exaggerating' and exactly who is to blame.

"Yeah as if you were winning" he snorts and leans back against the headboard exhausted. He closes his eyes as he tongues the lose tooth in his mouth. He realizes that he's going to have to make a dentist appointment now.

"How about for the sake of diplomacy" he suggests "We call last night a draw. He opens his eyes and looks at her. "That was the hardest fight I've ever been in Eva, and the most mind blowing sex ever."

A more serious look comes over him and he asks her "So what happens next? Where does this leave us?"

Right, because HE'S the diplomatic one. "I dunno. Everyone's gonna ask us what happened."

Shrugs "We could always tell them the truth."

"That we drew and fucked? Hell, no."

"Then we're going to have to finish it."

"Right now? Well before you fuck me up even more, I need to get down the clinic because someone was too fucking lazy to wrap his dick."

Dave looks a little embarressed "Yeah sorry about that I was kinda distracted. So what do you suggest."

Eva laughs. Wow, he DOES have a human side. Fuck. "Don't worry about it, I'm fucking with you. It's not the first time." Oh shit, why did she say that? Way to look like a whore. "Well, we can finish it once these bruises have healed. Call this one a mulligan?"

Dave nods "Sure... do you think it's weird that I really want to fight you again?"

Eva looks at him seriously. "No. If it's as good as last time, hell, I wanna fight YOU again."

Dave reckognizes the challenge and his heart beats a little faster "Good and soon Eva soon."

No shit. it won't take long to heal this up." There's something awkward there. What the fuck does she say next? "Well. I guess. It was good beating the shit out of you, then."

Laughs "Your still a bitch Eva." he leans forward and kisses you gently. He whispers in your ear "Next time we go to the end.

Eva smirks, grabbing his lower lip between her teeth before he can pull too far away and letting her eyes meet his before letting go. "Damn straight we do. And you're still an obnoxious dick." ~But,~ she thinks, with a disturbing feeling of fondness, ~with a kind of romantic centre that's really fucking confusing me.~

He grins and fondles her breast "You know if your going to the clinic anyways..."

She slaps his hand away, reaching over the bed for her thong. "Don't push your luck, Peters," she says grinning.