Grant sat himself against the wall of the hallway, catching his breath wordlessly as he looked down at Allena, still on her back on the floor. She looked over at him, eyes wide with pain and surprise.
"What…was that..for?" She gasped as she again moved her hands to massage her lower back, though she couldn't help but give him a small, wicked smile. Grant shrugged and smirked back at her.
"Turns out hearing you scream because you're in pain is even hotter than when you scream in the bedroom." He said, a little tone of challenge in his voice.
"Fuck you." Allena rolled her eyes as she slowly got into a sitting position across from him, wincing a bit at a residual twinging ache that ran down her back again.
Grant stood and fetched their water bottles from the living room and brought them back, tossing one down in front of his wife before sitting down again.
"How's your back?" He asked. He didn't sound concerned exactly, more curious. But it did strike Allena briefly as a testament to their marriage that he was checking on her even though they were in the middle of an intense battle.
"I'm fine." She said simply, but she gave him a tiny quirk of a smile. "I'll admit I didn't expect you to break out the pro wrestling moves. You got me off guard."
Grant chuckled and gave her a wink. "That was the point." They fell into silence for a minute or two as they drank from their waters and stared at the walls opposite them, not quite meeting each other's eyes again.
"This is going to go on for a while you know." Allena finally said, giving Grant a sideways glance.
"Isn't that what you wanted?" Grant raised an eyebrow at her.
"Mmhm." Allena assented, "but one of us, or even both of us might get hurt." She said, unable to keep a smirk from her lips.
"Does that scare you?" Grant looked her full in the face now.
Allena shook her head slowly. "No. Actually…God it feels fucked up to say it but it's EXCITING." She grinned. Grant smirked back at her then.
"Yeah. It is." He said simply.
"And whoever loses…" Allena shivered a bit, letting the sentence trail off. Grant simply nodded, a mischievous look on his face.
"Personally, I'm already over everything we've been arguing about. This did the trick, you were right." Grant said. Allena felt a twinge of disappointment, assuming he was about to call it off.
"But…I want to FINISH this." He added. Allena gave him a savage smile.
"Then let's finish it." Allena said quietly, challengingly even.
They stood as the ten second warning sounded through the house, crouching and eyeing each other warily.
*DING!!*
The couple came together with an audible clap as their hands interlaced with each other in a classic test of strength clasp. They glared as they pushed against each other. They stalemated as usual for several long moments before Grant twisted his wife's left wrist backward. Allena hissed in pain, and retaliated by twisting Grant's left with her right.
The test of strength had become something more akin to a playground game of 'mercy' as they began to twist each other's hands around, trying to gain the advantage. Both of their wrists ached and burned with the ever increasing pressure they laid on each other. Both of then leaning in and gritting their teeth with pain and effort until their foreheads touched each other. They soon added their heads to the struggle, shoving against one another in earnest to try and push the other back and hopefully cause a misstep.
Their breathing came in sharp hisses and gasps whenever their wrist was twisted up in a particularly painful way, but neither was willing to cry out or show that the other had gained any advantage. Grant took a small step to the side and suddenly stopped pushing against his wife. Allena gasped as she stumbled forward with her now unhindered momentum, and Grant CRANKED her wrists backward.
"Ahhh!" Allena cried out at the sudden spike of pain, feeling her knees start to buckle as Grant bore down on her, trying to get her to collapse to her knees. Without conscious thought, she whipped her head back and brought it hard into her husband's forehead. He gave a surprised chirp and his hands loosened as he staggered a half step back. Allena ripped her hands free and launched a left-right combo that whipped Grant's head side to side. He looked dazed, his hands not coming up to block the blows. She whipped her foot up and gave him a solid thrusting front kick to his stomach, sending him crashing backward straight into the door on his side of the hallway.
He stayed on his feet, which annoyed Allena a bit, and though he was gasping, that combo clearly hadn't been the finisher she was hoping for. With a snarl, she rushed at him, unwilling to let him fully recover. She rammed her head and shoulder into his chest to further drive the air out of his lungs, and heard a loud *CRACK* as the latch of the door gave way and swung inwards. The two of them stumbled, wrapped together and fell, the door no longer there to support them. Allena instinctively wrapped an arm around the back of Grant's head as they came down on the hard tile of the bathroom floor. She wanted to fight him, even hurt him, but she still didn't want the back of his head smashing on this hard floor at full speed.
They landed and rolled, over and over, gasping at the sudden shock of the cold tile on their bare skin as they wrestled for top position. Their bathroom was spacious, one of the major selling points that had led them to buying the house. So, while it was certainly not the largest room in the house, they still found they had room to tangle and struggle on the floor.
Seeing an opening as they tumbled along the tile, Allena shifted her hips and snapped her legs up and around her opponent's midsection and clamped down just below his ribs
"AGH!" Grant gagged as she locked her body scissor into place by crossing her ankles. She rolled over onto her side and smirked as her husband pried at the vice grip she had on him. With a snarl he brought his elbow down hard onto one of her thighs, eliciting a gasp from her as the tensed muscles jerked in pain. He struck again, then a third time. On the third strike, he didn't raise his elbow but dug it deep into the sensitive place between her leg muscles. Allena gritted her teeth and tried to hold on, but finally yelped and was forced to let go.
She kicked at his chest and sent him rolling back, creating some distance before he could attempt to mount her. The couple rolled up to their feet and lunged at each other again. They traded quick and heavy blows, alternating between head and body for a few seconds, both grunting and crying out involuntarily as each strike hit its target.
Then, both of them had the same idea and stopped their melee, simultaneously snapping their hands out and taking each other by the throat. They both squeezed, in the practiced way they knew that would not end fatally in the event of an accident, but certainly had the possibility of rendering someone unconscious. They both gagged, both hands throttling their opponent, neither able to breathe more than the tiniest inconsequential sips of air. They were trying to bring each other down, but Allena felt her heart lurch as her back foot brushed something. She hadn't realized just how close her back was to the bathroom counter. Sensing the advantage, Grant pushed Allena against the counter. The marble rim pushed into her lower back, and with her body pinned to it, she had lost her leverage. Grant gave a savage grin through his reddening face. He pinned her hips against the cabinet doors below the counter and began to push back, bending her body backward over the marble surface.
Allena's face now registered the pain she was feeling in her already sore back as she was awkwardly bent over. Her fingers and toes began to tingle as her opponent's strangle hold began to take real effect. Her eyes rolled as her vision began to blur, and she vaguely felt her fingers weaken, and heard Grant gasp a much needed gulp of air. She tried to kick out at his crotch, trying to escape the same way she had before, but Grant had forseen that, and had her legs effectively pinned. She pushed at his face, desperately trying to get him off of her, but it was no use! She was going to pass out!
"Either tap me or black out Allena. Either way, it's two to one." Grant smirked down at her as she began to see flickering lights just as the lights around her swam in and out of focus.
She didn't know where it came from….her body's natural panic response, her own determination, or, the most likely source, sheer incredulity that he had the gall to call the round before it was over. Wherever it came from, she felt a rush of adrenaline flood her limbs, giving her one last burst of strength right as she was about to go under. She got her hands on the edge of the counter under her, and maneuvered one foot to plant on the under cabinet doors. If she could have breathed, she would have roared with effort as she SHOVED herself forward, unbalancing Grant just enough that she was able to break free from his choke hold and shoved him away.
As she tried to stand and fight however, the numbness in her extremities took over, and she felt a rush as the blood made its way all at once back onto her head. Her legs wobbled and she went down on all fours, gasping and shaking her head to clear the cobwebs so that she could stand.
"Here," she heard his voice above her and braced for a kick or a stomp, but none came. Instead, she yelled out as Grant grabbed two handfuls of her short hair and began to pull upward. "Let me help you up."
Allena moaned in pain as she was forced to slowly get her wobbly legs in place underneath her, forcing herself to stand to alleviate the burning in her scalp. Once she was fully on her feet, Grant let go with one hand and pistoned a fist into her stomach. She retched, and began to double over, but Grant caught her. He wrapped his arms around her body as she was forced to clinch him to stay upright.
"Had enough babe? There's still a few more rounds. Maybe you'll-AGHH JESUS FUCK!!" He suddenly screamed as Allena desperately bit down hard on the place between his shoulder and neck. "WHAT THE FUCK??" He howled, his arms slipping off of her to try and pry her off of him. In a sort of mild panic, Grant grabbed her by the hair again and tried to pull her off. She resisted for a moment, but, not wanting to take a chunk of his flesh off, she relented and let him pull her head back. She was ready, and swung at him.
She didn't aim a punch, but a hard, open handed slap that cracked across his cheek. Grant gasped, having not expected that, and took a half step back from her as she advanced. She considered a take down, but thought better of it, and instead lunged at him, snaking her arm around his neck in a side headlock, pulling him down to force him to bend at the waist.
"No, Grant." She said in a taunting tone as she swung her free hand in an over arcing punch to the back of his head with a thump. "I…haven't…had…NEARLY…enough" She separated each of her words with another thumping over hand punch. Grant's head spun as the blows collided, heavy and solid, beginning to see lights dancing in his vision as he was held in place under her beating. He attempted to struggle out, but her repeated blows, which kept coming even after she had spoken, were making it hard to focus or figure out his next move
The pounding made him consider the fact that a little payback was in order. He turned his head, and bit down on the skin that his face was level with, just under her ribs. More was the pity for her that it was directly on a place where an ugly bruise was looking like it was about to form.
Allena shrieked and her arm stopped coming down on his head, which was a godsend for Grant. She let go of the headlock and shoved away from him. Like Allena, Grant let go as soon as he felt the resistance coming and allowed himself to be shoved away.
"Mother fucker!" Allena hissed, and Grant found he was not sure if he was being CALLED a mother fucker, or if Allena was simply voicing her frustration.
"Don't fight dirty if you can't handle a little payback." Grant smirked at her.
"I bit you because you strangled me half to death and then went after my stomach."
"Always so fucking dramatic. I did NOT strangle you half to death. And I only bit YOU because you were trying to cave the back of my head in."
"Now who's being dramatic?" Allena rolled her eyes at him.
"At least you like being choked. The way you were moaning I kind of thought I was doing you a favor."
"Please, like you're not rock fucking hard right now you fucking pervert."
Grant felt a small flush creep over him at that. She wasn't wrong, and it wasn't exactly like he could hide ANYTHING in these shorts.
"Shut up. You wanna talk or do you wanna fight?" He said defensively.
"Waiting on you, dickhead."
They stood, hands raised as they eyed each other up and down, considering what the next perfect move would be. Finally, Allena ducked as if to go for his body, but pivoted at the last second to shift into an uppercut to the chin which Grant very narrowly dodged. He knew she would go for a second blow and backpedaled with a quick skipping step to avoid the hook toward his ribs that did, in fact, fly in at him. She straightened, fists clenched in front of her face and came at him again.
This time she caught him with a jab that connected with his forehead, which he responded to with a vicious blow to her ribs.
"Oh you wanna box now?" Grant sneered as they both took a swing that connected with each other's cheeks in a perfect cross counter.
"Only because if I put you on this floor, your head will split like a watermelon." She growled as she closed off the space between them and landed three quick shots to his side, not far from his kidney.
Grant gasped and growled with the blows and gave her a little push backward to get his reach back. He snapped out a jab that caught his wife on the chin just as his arm blocked the wicked cross that was coming for his jaw. Her head bobbed back, and Grant pushed the advantage. He drilled into her, throwing blow after blow at her stomach and body. She gave as good as she got, but was unable to stop his forward momentum. They were hurting, yelping with every hit, yelling at each other to indicate they only wanted more.
Neither of them was aware of where they were in the room. That is, until Allena gasped. Her backpedaling had put her into the edge of their rather large bathtub. With an almost comical exclamation of surprise, she tumbled backward, her back landing into the tub as her legs hung out over the side.
She registered two things in a split second. That this was a bad place to be, and that the look in her husband's eyes meant he had just had a REALLY fun idea. Well, fun for him maybe.
She quickly tried to scramble out, rolling over onto her front and planting her knees on the floor to get out of the tub, but Grant pounced, kneeling behind her and pinning her thighs and hips to the side of the bath by squeezing his hips into her butt. She couldn't suppress a small shiver as his bulge pressed against her backside.
She didn't have time to dwell on that though. Because at that moment, her husband seized her by the hair and pushed the front half of her body down, and ever so slightly to the side. What was he-....
The answer to her half formed mental question was answered in short order as Grant reached for something above her. All at once, Grant turned the cold water on full blast, and it was then that Allena realized her head was directly under the spout.
She yelped as freezing cold water doused the back of her head. She squirmed to try and escape, but Grant had her held firmly in place, and she had no leverage to work with. The temperature of the torrent raised goosebumps all over her body, but that wasn't the worst of it. The water ran over her head and down her face into her nose, eyes and mouth, making it IMPOSSIBLE to catch a real breath. That might not have been a problem if she hadn't been putting out more physical effort in the last half hour than she had in a long time. She was desperate for air.
This wouldn't drown her, but it was enough to throw her into an involuntary panic. She thrashed and kicked, but to no avail. Suddenly the water stopped, all at once.
"You give?" Grant asked as Allena sputtered water out and coughed, gasping for breath.
"Fuck…no.." She said, and the water began again. He held her there longer this time before pulling her out.
"You sure?"
"Eat…a DICK!" She bellowed at him between sputtering coughs.
Again the water started, and this time it didn't stop. He held her there, adjusting his weight to keep her pinned as she squirmed and fought against him. While this tactic wouldn't even knock her out really, it made her brain whirl into survival mode. She felt her thoughts suddenly become muddled until only one thought penetrated the haze.
'GET OUT OF THIS'
She almost sobbed, spitting water and gasping for air between the rivulets that ran down her face.
"AH GIB!" She wailed. The water didn't stop, but Grant jerked her head out from under the stream by the hair, eliciting a whine from her.
"Come again?" He asked.
"I.. fucking give…fucking ASSHOLE LET ME UP!!"
If she hadn't been seconds away from a panic attack, she might not have reacted so angrily. In fact, she almost admired him for the ingenuity in that technique. But all she could think as he let go of her and cut the spigot off was that he was 'a fucking piece of shit fuck head that fucking sucks fucking fucks' or something to that effect.
She got herself out of the tub and sat with her back against it. She gasped and fought to catch her breath as she spit water out as it ran down her face and onto her chest.
"You okay?" Grant asked. There was a hint of actual concern there. God she loved that man, even if he was a fucking piece of-....well, you get the idea. She nodded, placing her head between her knees as she willed her racing heart to slow down.
"Gonna….fuck you up…for that…" she breathed at him.
Grant chuckled, and reached out to ruffle her soaking wet hair with one hand. "I do love it when you talk dirty. But regardless, there's something you need to know."
"Hm?" Allena asked, still breathing hard, and not looking up.
"That's two to one." He said, and Allena could actually hear the smirk in his voice. She said nothing in response. Only raised one hand and gave him a single middle finger as she recovered.
