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"Welcome to Baskin Robbins, would you like to try our ---", he looked up and left his sentence hanging, a surprised look on his face when he saw a familiar face standing right in front of him.


"Hey.", the woman smiled a little as she observed him, while he stood frozen behind the counter. He was wearing a pink-coloured Baskin Robbins t-shirt with an apron, topped with a blue hat, which, by the way, looked ridiculous, but cute.


"Hope? What are you doing here?", he arched a brow but his heart fluttered, as he tried his best to suppress the excitement flowing through him. He noticed she had cut her hair and she now sported a short bob that framed her face. He hasn't seen her for months, even though it was his idea, for them to not see each other again.


"Why didn't you tell me you were out from...", she looked around and made sure nobody was eavesdropping, "...out from prison Scott?", her face tense, as she kept her voice low, overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions. Even though they weren't in contact for a few months, she had been keeping tabs on him, and she was glad she had found him through Luis, his cell mate from prison.


Scott Lang was imprisoned for the past three years because of his infamous heist at Vistacorp. He had discovered that the company was overcharging their customers and thinking it was a coding error, he changed it but soon realized that the company was intentionally doing it to increase their financial gains when the company's CEO ordered him to revert his corrections. He was fired from the company when he blew the whistle. Angered by it, he broke into the headquarters and hacked their systems and transferred millions back to the people that they stole it from. However, he had gone a little bit too far when he broke into the CEO's mansion and stole several items and drove his car into the mansion's pool, which lead to his arrest.


Noticing that a line was holding up behind her, Scott was quick to take action. "Hey, could you cover for me please?" I'll be back shortly.", he sought help from a colleague. "Shall we talk?", he motioned towards the back door that lead to an alleyway.


"Sure.", she inhaled deeply as she followed him closely.


As soon as they reached the alleyway, Hope had grabbed his jaw and pulled him close to her, kissing him desperately. It took him by surprise, but he responded instantaneously, kissing her back, his hands trailing from her waist to the back of her thighs, as he pushed her up against the wall, taking in her sweet lips that he had yearned to kiss for the past three years. She had forgotten how soft his lips felt against hers, and how his lingering touch sent shivers to her spine. They pulled away from each other, catching their breath, but maintaining eye contact.


"I've missed you.", she whispered, her breath hot against his face.


"Hope, I thought I told you we can't see each other anymore. I'm just not good enough ---", he shook his head slightly while he cupped her cheek, thumb gently stroking her face.


She cut him off. "Don't tell me what I can't do Scott. Just because you went to prison doesn't mean you're not good enough for me. I know what's best for me and right now Scott, you're good enough for me.", she remarked firmly, her dark green eyes burning right through him.


His face broke into a lopsided smile. What did he do to deserve her. "I've missed you too Hope.", he confessed as he hugged her tight.


He had first met her in a bar. He was sitting at the bar counter, his gaze focused on a glass shot of whiskey that he was holding and slowly swirling. It had been a long day for Scott, even after a half day from work, where he had been busy settling divorce papers with Maggie, his ex-wife. They had been high-school sweethearts who made their way to marriage, but unfortunately, things between them failed to work out. He was, however, relieved that they had a mutual agreement about sharing their custody rights for Cassie, their 4-year-old daughter.


He was caught up with his thoughts, when a woman dressed in a smart-looking pant-suit sat at the same bar counter just a few seats away from him. Hope slid off her coat and placed it on the back of her chair, revealing a sleeveless low cut dark green blouse that complimented her olive green eyes. She needed a time-out from work, especially after Darren Cross had informed her that he might have successfully replicated her father's Pym Particle, much to her horror. Hank Pym and Hope were estranged, after her mother's death, but she knew her father was determined to keep his technology a secret, as he deemed them dangerous.


"A shot of vodka please.", she signalled the bartender.


For a split moment, their eyes met.


He nodded at her, a goofy single-sided smile plastered on his face as he slightly raised his glass and drank his whiskey in one gulp.


Hope just stared at him incredulously.


"Hey there pretty, can I get you a drink?", a burly-looking man came up to her side, clearly drunk.


"No thanks.", she rolled her eyes, not looking at him. She was used to men occasionally hitting on her, and if she was at all interested, which happened rarely, she would have a little fun one night stand, no strings attached. But not today.


"Come on, it's just one drink.", he was persistent.


"I'm perfectly fine drinking alone.", she glared at the stranger.


"Where's the fun in that? You can I could have some fun.", he placed a hand on her shoulder, and looked towards his circle of friends at the other table, who were all snickering. Hope was about to grab the man's hand off her shoulder when she heard another man's voice coming from another direction.


The commotion had caught Scott's attention. "Hey, leave her alone, will ya?", he hollered at the man, slightly tipsy.


"What? You're her boyfriend or sumthin'?', he scowled at Scott.


"No. But I think she made her point crystal clear buddy.", he got up from his chair, walked towards the man, and wrapped his arm around his neck. "Now, why don't you leave her alone?", he patted his shoulder, with a silly smile on his face.


Hope stared at Scott, amused. She was perfectly capable of handling the matter on her own but this strange man had to step in, thinking she was the damsel in distress.


"Get your hands off me and mind your own business!", the man yelled, as he pushed Scott away and flung a fist at his face which landed right on his nose. Scott tumbled backwards and almost lost his balance.


Hope smiled a little as she had predicted the fate of the poor man who had decided to be her 'knight in shining armour'.


"Hey!", Scott touched his nose and winced in pain.


Ignoring Scott, the man turned to Hope and inched himself close to her face. "Now, where were we? Why don't we head somewhere ---". He was unable to finish his sentence when Hope threw a lightning punch at his face, knocking the man off onto the bar counter. All she wanted was for some peace for the night and this stupid man had to ruin it all.


"Son of a bitch.", he spat. He was about to grab her when she gracefully moved behind him and seized his wrists, pinning him on the counter. She twisted his arms forcefully, almost dislocating his shoulders, which made him wail in pain. "Leave me alone.", she spoke through gritted teeth.


Scott looked at her in awe, stunned. The man was twice her size and yet she had easily tackled him.


"Okay! Okay!", the man surrendered. She let go of him, threw some money on the bar counter and stormed out the door.


"Hey, hey, you left your coat!", Scott had chased after her, when he realized that she had left her coat in the bar.


She turned around and took her coat from him. "You know, I didn't need your help back there, I had it under control and I would be completely fine without your interference.", she smiled thinly. Though, she admired his bravery, not many people will stand up against such situations at this time and age.


"A simple thank you would suffice but yeah, yeah, you definitely didn't need my help.", he nodded in agreement, and awkwardly ran his hand through his hair.


Now that they were out from the dim lights in the bar, he could see her clearly under the moonlight. Her facial features were fine and elegant. She had green eyes that were sharp and bright, and light brown freckles were speckled on her nose to her cheeks, but her dimples, her dimples were definitely her most eye-catching feature. She was undeniably beautiful and attractive.


"Your nose, it's bleeding."


"Wh ---?", he rubbed his nose lightly, and drops of blood stained his fingers. "Oh, it's fine. I'm fine.", he grinned.


"If you say so.", she was about to turn around when he spoke again.


"Where you're heading?", he blurted, not knowing why he'd asked the question in the first place. "I can walk you, just in case those guys from the bar, who knows what they'll do...", he rambled on.


"If they do, I can handle them. Besides, I don't think you really want to get a broken nose.", she smirked and walked off. Hope appreciated his little offer, but she was more than capable at taking care of herself, always was. He stood by the roadside, and watched her disappear around the corner.


The second time he met her, a few months after their first encounter, was at a charity event. Scott was one of the representatives from Vistacorp, but in all honesty, this place was too fancy for his liking. He was an engineer, an electrical engineer to be precise, not a businessman. He didn't belong to the world of the rich and he'd rather be in the confines of his computers. He tugged at his tie uncomfortably, smoothed his suit, grabbed a cocktail off one of the servers and took a sip.


That's when he saw her, walking towards his direction, and he couldn't help but stare. Her shoulder-length dark hair was swept to the side, and she wore a white coloured gown with a right high slit that fell to her ankles, the split showing off her long, toned, slender legs when she walked. God, she's beautiful.


"Thanks.", he handed back the cocktail to one of the waiters.


She had noticed him when he walked down the stairs to the main hall, the man with the goofy smile who had helped her in the bar. She could easily see that he was checking her out from the way his gaze followed her as she walked towards him. Not to say she wasn't checking him out too, he had lose the scruff he had back then, and was clean shaven, revealing his boyish features, and he looked dapper in a silver metallic suit.


"How's your nose?", she stopped right in front of him and scanned his face.


"It's definitely not broken. Still able to use it for breathing, for sure." She remembered. His eyes brightened slightly, surprised. "I never got to know your name. I'm Scott by the way. Scott Lang.", he grinned widely and held out his hand. She intrigued him. Deep down, Scott knew she was more than just a pretty face.


"Hope van Dyne.", she shook his hand. 


"So, you're alone here?", her hand was soft, but he was pretty sure it could choke a man dead.


"Anything wrong with that?"


"Can't imagine a beautiful woman like you without a partner.", he flirted.


"Well, I don't need one.", she replied confidently.


Scott was about to retort when they were interrupted by a tall, dark and handsome man who seemed to be interested in Hope, walking towards their direction.


"Not again.", she muttered under her breath.


"Hope.", the man eyed her up and down, eyes flickering with list. He flashed a smile, stepped towards her and leaned forward, giving her a kiss on the cheek, while placing his hand on the small of her back.


"William.", she fake smiled, though Scott could see her body stiffened and her fists clenched.


"I thought you said you weren't coming.", his hand still on her back, hovering dangerously close to her waist below.


"I changed my mind. And I said that because I didn't want to be your partner.", her voice cold and blunt.


"You really know how to hurt a man Hope. Maybe after this we could get a drink or two. I'm still waiting for that date.", he whispered in her ear.


Scott cleared his throat. "I'm just gonna go grab ---", he stepped backwards and almost turned around when Hope grabbed him and wrapped her hands around his arm.


"It's too late for that William. This is my partner, Scott Lang.", she looked at Scott, clearly stunned, and lightly squeezed his arm.


"Your partner?", the man, who had completely ignored his presence, stared him down, clearly judging him. "Business partner?"


"Oh...oh!", Scott raised a brow. Taking her hint, he was ready to play along. "I'm definitely not her business partner, not that kind of partner.", he smirked and winked playfully at her.


"I must say, you must have your charm. Hope, she's hard to impress.", clearly disappointed as he raised his forehead.


It wasn't that Hope was hard to impress. Her past relationships were barely what they call a 'relationship', she simply couldn't care about them, she just haven't come across somebody who she can trust entirely.


"I can be pretty charming if I want to. But, she charmed me." Hope rolled her eyes at his comment, her grip on his arm tightened, as if sending a warning. "Shall we go get a drink?", receiving her signal.


"Sure.", she was impressed that he wasn't that clueless after all.


"It was nice to meet you, William, isn't it?", and they walked off together, arm in arm. "I thought you were going to punch him in the face.", he chuckled.


She laughed, genuinely. "Almost, but I wouldn't want to hurt my business associate, it would be damaging to my company." Her laugh was a rare occurrence, and Scott noticed that her entire face would light up when she laughed, her eyes turning crescent-shaped and her killer dimples would deepen.


"Your company?", for some reason, he wanted to know more about her.


"Pym Tech."


They stopped walking till they were out of sight from William and he felt the warmth of her hand leaving his. They stood facing each other. He had heard of Pym Tech, a scientific research company which specializes in nanotechnology and human enhancements.


"So you're a scientist? Businesswoman?", he took a guess.


"Both." She was the chairman of Pym Tech. She was not only lethal, but was smart and intelligent. Her gaze had left his, as she searched through the crowd and spotted a familiar face. "Thanks for the help Lang."


"Sure. It was my pleasure to be of service.", he tucked a hand behind his back and bowed slightly.


She bit her lip, stifling a laugh. He seemed honest and sincere, unlike the pretentious crowd at the event. She nodded at him, and walked off, her stilettos clicking away on the marble floor.


He never expected to see her again until one day when he was passing by Pym Technologies, when he saw the back of a woman that looked familiar by the roadside. Hope was bended over, one of her high heels had gotten stuck in a drain cover, and she was desperately trying to get it off, but to no avail. "God.", she cursed under her breath when she heard footsteps approaching.


"Hey, you need some help there?", she swore she knew that voice from somewhere. She looked up and there he was, Scott Lang was standing right in front of her.


"How is it that every single time when I'm running into some kind of trouble, you're here? If I didn't know better, I'd say you're following me.", she half joked.


"I know. It's funny how we keep running into each other. Maybe it's destiny.", he shrugged nonchalantly.


She scoffed at him. Destiny? She doesn't believe in destiny.


"Why don't you just take your shoe off and I'll help you to get it out from the drain?", he suggested.


"No, it's alright. I can handle this.", she grabbed his arm for balance and support, and with all her might, she pulled the heel off. She stood up and their eyes met, their faces so close together he caught a whiff of a light vanilla scent. Quickly, they both looked away.


"You're pretty independent aren't you."


"What's wrong with being independent?", she smirked.


"Nothing wrong with that. I'm all for independence." He liked how she was always defensive and witty at the same time.


"Anyway, I'm running late. It was nice to see you again Lang."


"Scott, you can just call me Scott. Hey, maybe we could grab some coffee next time?", he asked without thinking. She was definitely way out of his league, still, he couldn't help but feel attracted to her.


"Coffee?", she tilted her head slightly, surprised.


"Yeah, you know for all the help that I did, you owe me.", he replied cheekily.


"I owe you?", she crossed her arms, amused.


"How about tomorrow? Breakfast?", he was pushing it, hoping she wouldn't say no.


"Sure. One coffee.", to be honest, his modest charm was pretty irresistible.


"One? I have a feeling it will be more than once.", he quipped.


And so here he was, seated at a corner of a breakfast diner, during the weekend, patiently awaiting for her to appear. She was running ten minutes late, and he was beginning to think she wasn't going to show up at all. His hands fidget nervously, his heart anxious. They had exchanged phone numbers the last time they met. He kept glancing at his phone screen repeatedly, just to make sure he hadn't miss anything. Just as he was about to take his phone to message her, the door to the diner flung opened and she walked in, her eyes wandering around searching for him. He waved at her, relieved, and couldn't help but notice that her make-up was light, and yet she still looked radiant and beautiful.


"Sorry I'm late.", she sat opposite him.


"I was starting to think you weren't coming at all.", he flashed a small smile.


"Now where's your confidence when you decided to ask me out?", she stared at him, her green eyes flickered teasingly.


"Honestly, I was just trying my luck.", he downplayed himself.


"Look Scott, if I wasn't interested, I wouldn't have said yes to this date.", she was sincere. It was refreshing to meet someone out from her circle of work and business associates, and she thought Scott was different, and for whatever reason, she felt comfortable with him.


"So this is a date?"


"It depends on what you would like to call it.", she teased.


"I like you Hope, and I would definitely like to know you more.", he went straight to the point.


She smiled shyly, a faint blush creeping to her cheeks. "Well, what do you want to know?"












"Scott?"


"Scott?"


He woke up with a jerk, and thought he had heard Hope's voice calling out to him. He blinked a few times, and sure enough, sitting at the edge of the bed, next to him, was Hope.


"Hope?", he squinted, as his eyes took in the unfamiliar surroundings. He was in a bedroom that didn't look like hers or his. "Where am I?", he was utterly puzzled.


"You're in my house I grew up in."


"What?! Why am I in your house? I've never been here before.", his eyes wide with confusion, and then he remembered the event that had occurred. "Hope, something weird happened. I stole a suit."


"You stole a suit?"


"I can explain. And then I wore it and I became small, as tiny as an ant, everything else was so big, and I was riding on a flying ant and I fell...why aren't you surprised?", he steadied his breath and looked suspiciously at her. She didn't look at him like he was crazy and nor was she angry at him for committing another crime.


"Scott, calm down.", she stroked his hair. She was worried he had suffered a concussion from the fall he had but from the way he was remembering things, he was alright. He had experienced something out of the norm and it was understandable that he was in shock. "That suit that you stole, it belonged to my dad.", she told him calmly.


"I don't understand.", he had never met her father before, but he knew they were estranged and she rarely talked about him.


She stood up. "If you're ready Scott, he's waiting downstairs for you.", and she walked out the bedroom.


"Hope, wait, whose pyjamas are these?"


Scott walked down the stairs quietly, taking deep breaths to clear his mind. As he approached the dining room, he could hear Hope's voice, in an argument with a man, presumably her father. "I could take down the servers and Cross wouldn't even know it. We don't need him.", her voice low and firm.


"I assume that you've already met my daughter Hope.", Hank Pym spotted Scott out from the corner of his eye.


"Yeah, she's great.", he frowned at Hope, not knowing what to say.


"We're dating, Hank.", Hope said, deadpan. She was amazed at how her father claimed that he could go, hear and see anywhere by controlling the ants and yet he knew absolutely nothing.


His brows immediately knitted into a frown, shocked at the revelation. "When did this happen?"


"It happened a long time ago. And since when were you interested in any of my relationships Hank?"


"Would it kill you to call me dad?", Hank retorted. He had never seen any of her boyfriends before this and if he was honest himself, he wouldn't have known how to deal with the situation, other than most probably choking the guy with his bare hands. Still, he calmed himself down, he needed Scott.


Hope stared at Hank coldly.


Scott swallowed a lump in his throat. Hearing Hope calling her father by his first name made him realised that their father-daughter relationship was far worse than he had thought it would be.


"You're dating a criminal?", he crossed his arms.


"Ex-criminal.", she corrected him. "What's wrong with that?"


Scott stood at the door awkwardly. "Look, if this is a bad time, I can come back later, or I can not come back at all.", he was perplexed at the whole situation.


"No Scott, you can sit. We shall talk about that later.", he instructed.


Scott did as he was told, and he carefully took a seat opposite from Hope.


"She doesn't think that we need you."


"We don't. We can do this ourselves." She wasn't going to let Scott be in her family's mess.


Hank ignored Hope. "I was very impressed with how you managed to pass my security system, freezing that metal was particularly clever.", he turned to Scott, taking a good look at him. He wondered how his daughter had fell for this man.


"Were you watching me?"


"Scott, I've been watching you for a while, ever since you robbed Vistacorp. Oh, excuse me, burgled Vistacorp. Vista's security system was one of the most advanced in the business, it was supposed to be unbeatable, but you beat it.", he was impressed.


Across the table, Hope smirked. When she found out what Scott had did, she was furious, furious because he didn't tell her about the heist and was stupid enough to let himself get caught. Still, she stood by him.


"Did you know about this?", Scott looked at Hope.


She shook her head. "No. Hank decided to surprise me with his new recruit, which I obviously do not approve.", she glowered at her father.


"Come with me Scott." Hank led Scott to his lab, with Hope grudgingly following behind them. He explained to him the origins of the suit and the Pym Particle, about how it was dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands, and how his protege Darren Cross was close to re-creating the particles that he tried so hard to protect.


"So, what do you want me to do?"


"I want you to break into a place and steal some shit.", Hank stated bluntly. "That's Mitchell Carson, ex-Head of Defense at SHIELD, presently in the business of toppling governments. He always wanted my tech, and now, unless we break in and steal the Yellow Jacket, and destroy all the data, Darren Cross is going to unleash chaos upon the world."


"I think the first move should be calling The Avengers.", Scott thought that Hank was out of his mind. He was a good thief, but he wasn't a superhero.


Hank scoffed while Hope let out a shaky laugh. Trust Scott to say something ridiculous at an important moment.


"I spent half my life trying to keep this technology out of the hands of a Stark, I'm sure as hell not going to hand-deliver to one now. This is not some cute technology like the Iron Man suit. This could change the texture of reality. Besides, they'd probably too busy dropping cities out of the sky. I need somebody that could infiltrate a place that's designed to prevent infiltration.", he was serious.


"Hank, I'm a thief, all right. I'm a good thief, but this is insane.", Scott shook his head. He just wasn't the man suited for this mission.


"Scott, I believe that everyone deserves a shot at redemption. Do you? If you can help me, I promise I can help you be with your daughter again.", he continued to persuade Scott. "This is your chance, the chance to become the hero that she already thinks you are."


Scott thought deeply about what Hank said. Maybe this was his chance.


"I need you to be the Ant-Man, Scott."


"Hank, stop it." Hope interrupted. She knew that Scott would do anything for his daughter and her father was manipulating Scott's feelings as a father. "You've seen the footage, you know what Cross is capable of. I'm wearing the suit.", she stared right at Hank, determination etched on her face.


"Absolutely not!", he furiously pointed a finger at her.


"I know the facility inside and out. I know how Cross thinks. I know this mission better than anybody here.", she argued.


"We need you close to Cross, otherwise, this mission cannot work! Hope, please listen to me.", Hank shook with anger. 


"I'm your daughter! I can't let Scott risk his life for this, not when he's someone important to me! ", she raised her voice.


"NO!", Hank shouted, and slammed his hands on the table. 


Hope looked at him with disbelief, aghast at her father's response. In the heat of the moment, she took off from the house and headed for her car.


Hank slumped against a chair, a hand rubbing his temples. "We can't do this without her.", he sighed.


"Hope!", Scott chased after her and climbed in to her car.


"Go away Scott.", she couldn't bring herself to look at him, not after what had happened back in the house. She just couldn't understand why her father was so against of her taking the mantle of the suit. She had trained her whole life for this, and yet she was being denied the chance to prove herself, most importantly, the chance to prove herself to him. 


Scott knew she was building up her walls again, protecting herself, shutting him out. Carefully, he took her hand in his, his fingers laced around hers. He took it as a good sign when she didn't pull back. "Hope, look at me.", he said softly.


She glanced at him, expression pained. "You know, I thought, with all that's at stake, just maybe we might have a chance at making peace. But even now, he still wants to shut me out."


"He doesn't want to shut you out. He trusts you.", he stated the truth.


"Then why did he choose you to wear the suit?", she wasn't jealous of Scott, but she couldn't comprehend why her father would trust a stranger for the mission.


"It proves that he loves you." he understood Hank's intention. After all, he was a father himself. He would protect Cassie at all cost, even if it means losing his life.


Hope rolled her eyes at his comment, but he continued. "I'm expendable. That's why I'm here. You must have realised that by now. I mean, it's why I'm in the suit and you're not. He'd rather lose this fight than lose you."


"You're not expendable. Not to me.", she whispered, her fingers fiddling with his hand. His touch comforted her. "I just can't let you risk your life Scott. Think about Cassie. Think about ---", she paused. " --- me." They had been separated for three years when Scott went to prison, and she wasn't going to lose him over this.


He was moved by what she had just said, and god help him, he loved her even more now. "I know. But I'm doing this for the both of you.", he pulled her close, and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I'll be alright. I promise. I can do this. You just need to trust me.", he gave her a little grin.


"Scott...", she shook her head. She pulled him close and hugged him tight, feeling the warmth of his embrace.


Scott and Hope were in Hank's basement, where they had been training closely, to prepare Scott for the mission. "When you're small, energy's compressed, so you have the force of a two-hundred pound man behind a fist a hundredth of an inch wide. You're like a bullet. You punch too hard, you kill someone. Too soft, it's a love tap. In other words, you have to know how to punch.", Hope explained.


"I was in prison for three years. I know how to punch.", his voice cocky. He knew that she trained in martial arts since she was seven years old, and he had seen her in action, which terrified him and turned him on for some reason, but still, he couldn't help but brag to her.


"Show me.", she held both her hands up.


He punched her hand, but it barely even moved her. "Terrible.", she rolled her eyes.


"You want to show me how to punch? Show me.", he was ready. 


He was about to lift his palms up, when she punched him in the face, knocking him backwards. Even though he was her partner, she wasn't going to go soft on him.


"That's how you punch.", she looked at him, pleased.


"Were you going for the hand?", he was slightly annoyed.


"Scott, just because you're my boyfriend, doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you.", she smirked.


"I knew you would say that.", he charged towards her. She put both her hands up in a protective manner, but he had aimed for her abdomen instead, and she felt the sting of his punch. She flinched slightly. "Aw, you okay? Did I hurt ---", he didn't even had the chance to complete his sentence, when she decked him straight on the nose. With him distracted, she smoothly tackled him with a flying triangle choke, trapping his head between her legs.


"Leggo of me!", he mumbled, trying to catch his breath, while hitting her thigh desperately. He swore she was going to be the death of him.


Hope relaxed and let him go. "You okay princess?", she laughed.


He regained his composure. "What do you think?", just when she let her guard down, he hurtled towards her, and pinned her arms above her head. He looked down at her, studying the beads of sweat dripping down her face and neck. She was stunning, even in a sports attire. "How do you like it now? Being the one at the bottom?", he grinned cheekily, he was using his weight as an advantage, holding her down. She could feel his warm breath on her, the tension between them rising. She noticed the way he was staring at her, his eyes full of desire. He leaned forwards, his lips dangerously hovering above hers, both of them breathing heavily.


"Are you going to kiss me?", she teased.


"I am." And he kissed her. God, he could spar with her everyday and he wouldn't mind one bit, even if it meant getting his ass kicked by her.

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