In one of those rare times when Johnny and Hex got to share a night together the two sat and discussed this and that.  It was more of a debate to any outsider but this was more intimate for them.  The actual words didn’t last long nor would they be remembered.  In fact it was possible that they had shared the same discussion before.  Hex looks over at Johnny giving him a look and says, “make me,” with a playful shove.  After that no more actual words are shared.

 

Johnny looks away from her tilting his head as to see her out of the corner of his eye.  Seconds pass as she watches him waiting for him to move.  These few seconds of anticipation making the smile on her face grow and her eyes gleam with energy.

 

Suddenly he pounces on her.  His body pushing hers into the well cushioned seat, mouth against hers, hard enough to bruise any normal woman.  Her eyes close as he steals the kiss, only for a moment, letting her other senses take over, enjoying every sensation he is causing.  Dark brown eyes open as she pushes forward, lips separating.  A growl born of passion escapes her as he falls backward to the floor.  She sits on his stomach savoring her victory too soon.  Johnny rolls to the left taking her with him.  He is in the process of trying to remove her layers of clothing, but Hex is not finished with this fight.  She pushes him away to one side, and attacks his shirt, ripping it down the middle.  She stands back to admire him. 

 

Johnny stands riding himself of what is left of his shirt.  Once done they stare at one another and begin to circle.  A silent signal is given and they close in on one another.  Johnny wins out, maneuvering around behind her arms crossing her front.  He knows it would be easy for her to break out of the hold, and if she did depended solely on if she wanted to really win this wrestling match.  She’s still as he pulls her shirts from her body, leaning into him.  He playfully runs his hands over her skin noticing how he makes her shiver, her shirts thrown somewhere to be found later. 

 

Twisting her upper body enough one of her hands finds its way to his hair and tangles in it.  He is unprepared for the leg that wrapped behind his and suddenly he is falling back to the ground her on top once again.  He knows she’s won this bout and stays on the ground propped up on his elbows staring at her as she rises from him.  Before fully standing she quickly removes the remainder of his clothing throwing them aside.  Teasingly slow she removes her own and they join the growing pile of fabric in the corner.  She stands there, still before him, an erotic statue on display for him to admire. 

 

Finally moving to him she reaches down to feel his flesh beneath her fingers.  Johnny moves quickly before she can have time to object and removes the final bit of clothing from her.  Her hair falls lightly around her face an almost black and white contrast.  Stealing one last final kiss he lets her have her conquest.

 

Outside the room all anyone hears now is grunts turned to growls turned to screams.