That fine morning, as the birds and insects chirped, Gunn had pinned Jen against his wall- not far from a corner. She was floating around with his able arms holding her up and his leg reinforcing. She felt powerless and defeated, a feeling that made fer fight even more to regain control. She is nothing if not in the control, that's how she had managed to stay on top of her business for years.
Sunlight was already full in the room. It was about time they get to work. But,no one between them was thinking about work at that moment. Surely not Gunn.
In the room, everything was a mess. They had decorated it with all colours and pieces they can spare. With broken coffee pot, ,pieces of glasses , sandwich, coasters, table cloth and everything on the floor- real mess. The coffee was all over the place as well. Quite a crime scene.
There was pieces of broken glass all around the living room, with sharp edges waiting to penetrate their feet. He had flip flops while she was bare footed with socks on in the air. There was a piece of glass red on the edge, might have cut someone - or something red.
Jen fought for her freedom, she was hitting his stomach in all her might but causing no harm to that piece of body. Even with her legs kicking his. He was so hard that it gave her courage and vigor to fight more, it was not going to stop her.
She wanted to be free, to feel the ground again, flying was awful- it drained her of the power and control she had had all her life. It was the first time she felt helpless, like she would fail. That was not a state she admired.
The more aggressive she got more stoney he became, making her vendetta a failure. She gave it her all, strength, energy and tears and swearing. She hated him in that moment, for taking her control.
The devil in him was not something she would tame. Hope failed her. His grip on her waist tightened and even raised her higher in the air. Her punches directed to his hard back and kicks to his upper legs. And all that was failing her still, he was in control- she loathed it.
In that moment she was not seeing the flirting Gunn she had been seeing all her life. He was so much different, something her delicate mind couldn't digest. She kinda liked the devil in him at some point.
Gunn let go of her waist with one hand- and even brought her inches down- dwarfing her attacks on his legs and letting her toes touch his. She hoped to destroy them if capable of.
Her stepping on his toes was a contrast - as he was the one in control. She blamed herself for being naive and caring about him. She should never have cared that much about him, she nourished the devil that was about to swallow her whole.
At some level she felt it well deserved. The worst part of it all was that her body still found his attractive while fighting. That drove her to insanity.
From her face she was furious and with vigor to fight until the end. As long as she had life in her she would fight. And she went on to punch him anywhere.
His wrath was eyeing for her hands, they still had life and was causing the greater damage to him. He grabbed one and then fought for the other.
He raised them up in the air then against the wall now pining her there permanently. His both hands held her up and let the legs do their best.
She was fighting to regain control but it was long gone for her. All she could do is fight to free the hands from his tight grip.
She could feel the cold concrete wall against her almost bare back because of the light blouse. Her hands as well were subjected to the same cooling effect. With her body burning, she needed the cooling.
Gunn was winning it. By then, she was purring, her face inches from his (due to her added height). Their eyes locked, with hers full of hate and frustration while his was red and devious. She couldn't read what he wanted to do with her. The mind was not that functional anymore as the range grew.
Gunn's lips were shaking vigorously and heart pounding- something she could hear from her position. Hers was sprinting and with her whole body tensing and weakening by the second. You could hear their hearts beat metres away.
She still had will to fight but less power to. They were breathing heavily, recycling the only warm air between their bodies. She hated it, it was hot.
Him exhaling made her spine weak and her bust increase in volume. Her hands fighting for freedom and toes ready to step on the ground . It brought with it hot air that she gracefully inhaled - all happening in seconds. Making her hotter.
His chest and hers were inches apart, she could feel his warm body over her blouse. How she hoped that they didn't crash into each other.
With her need for control came resistance. It was met with his counter force making his body crash into hers. The hot bodies were almost boiling.
Jen felt his rigid chest press on her already matching bust. He kinda applied more force making her endeavours nothing. Hers was hotter, firm but pulpy, stiffer and larger. She could feel his warm chest against hers and his heart pounding- as did her's.
Her eyes were getting more clearer picture of his face. She sure hated the devil in him and at the same time wanted it all for herself.
She liked the way the chests glued to each other producing heat and wild sensation but tried to fight it. She despised how it made her feel - dirty (wild irresistible desires) His grip on her undermined her efforts. She should have accepted the defeat, but not like her.
They could now hear each other's heart beating- like drums of same rhythm - , body sending billions of signals and wreaking havoc in their bodies. She almost fainted from excitement, anger or vigor - her lines were blurred. She would have done anything to get rid of that feeling. It was torture.
The feeling of helplessness, out of control, wanting more, goosebumps and butterflies in her stomach, hating it, wanting to be crashed against the wall with all his might until they made a hole. A very sophisticated but genuine feelings - wanting to be set free of her misery. Her body was suffering.
Her momentum to fight faded out slowly, as she only had one task. She had to resist tension so real that it might have been wired. Their eyes burnt each other's. Jen could feel him loosen grip on her hands.
He enclosed them with one hand then grabbed her waist. She was not sure what to make of it (shaking the reality that she wanted him to grab her even more roughly, that she works better under pressure)
Their chests glued and burning each other's, they the energy flow so strong that she was having hallucinations. She was far from what she was fighting for anymore, she was fighting him for more flights as tensions and waiting were sharp enough to pierce through her hard chest
She could feel it enlarging by the second and his adding pressure. That was what she wanted. She was fighting for more fights and pressure. He should have known her. It would have made her sexual frustration decline. It was at the peak.
His dark eyes were searching for something in hers but all his mortal mind could comprehend was that she was far from done fighting. That's when he brought his whole body up against her. They could feel each other's knees, thighs, hands and chest. Later pounding hard but with no true intentions let out.
She was hardly purring anymore, she was fighting to free her hands. That forced him to grab her by the waist again and force her to a corner, where he would have full control. All happening in seconds- only that the minds processed it slower.
Her hands were free finally, she was free to push him away but not willing to. She was yearning to be hurt- he should have known that.
As she pushed him away he came back. He wanted to fight as well. The fight was all he needed to end their differences. It was all that they were running to and from at the same time. It was finally there.
He held her hands over her head once more, just not as high as before. She found the change but she already knew what would happen. She already had her knees , thighs, chest and now hands bound once more. She tried to face anywhere else far from him. He was not done with her. Not yet.
He held her head firm with her down arms as he forcefully placed his lips on hers. She tried to fight it, it was sinful and wrong. It never should have happened.
But, how sweet it felt to taste his lips. How weak her body felt in that stage. He was still on her. Making her body feel all kind of wrongs.
He bit her lip. Making her moan unwilling and almost end of her race then he stopped., he let go . Of her waist, legs and feet. She was free, freedom she never wanted.
She tried pulling him back to her but he was long gone, he left the room. With her still on the wall pinned unable to move. Her body sweating, chest hard, stomach wavy and hair messed up. She wanted more of him. The tears flowing down her face made it known.
That was end of her innocence, she never would look at him the same way. He was no longer her friend, family or business partner. He was something more, without a word enough to explain it.