She stood in one corner, he in the other, the Witchblade drawn on her arm, a sword in his hand, both waiting for the other to strike, both on the edges of their resolve to get this fight started. They circled each other, hawk eyes catching every movement made.

Sara’s heart raced. It had been a while since anyone had offered her a good fighting lesson. But since it was Nottingham that was offering she had held out a little while so she could think about it. He might have stopped stalking her, but it didn’t mean she trusted him with her life. That was, until last week. The odds were stacked against her, and even with the Witchblade, she knew she wasn’t going to win the fight. He had appeared out of nowhere to stand by her side and fight, putting the odds in her favor. She had watched him out of the corner of her eye, his body moving sleekly through the crowd of men as if they weren’t there, picking them off one by one like apples. It was then she decided she’d take him up on his offer and maybe learn a few things she didn’t now.

And now here she was at the mansion, facing him in his own domain, a small exercise room with thick mats covering the floor and the east and west walls, and an assortment of weapons on the north and south. Her adrenaline skyrocketed as Ian stepped closer. Sara knew it was about time to get this show on the road, and the Witchblade was itching for some action. She had somehow managed to activate it, using her fear to make it believe they were in trouble, and now, more than ever, it wanted to slice someone into pieces. Sara could only hope that Nottingham knew what he was doing, and prayed that they’d both get out of this without losing too many body parts.

Ian made the first move, as she had predicted, lunging at her. Sara was quick to avoid the sword that would have pierced right through her abdomen as she moved to her left, the Witchblade making contact with his weapon. The sound of metal against metal echoed throughout the exercise room as Sara continued to move, her body proving to be just as quick as her mind. Whatever swing Nottingham took at her, she managed to block it and return it with her own move. Most of what she was doing was improvising, but a small percentage was almost instinctive, like she knew exactly how to fight the man before her, as if they had done this dance before, in another lifetime maybe. Whatever it was, Sara counted on it to get her through this.

Ian was holding back, getting a feel for her movements. He had no desire to hurt Sara. It wasn’t his intention to. But the way she was fighting at the moment made it seem like she was going to kill him, and the only way he would stay alive was by implementing his fighting skills to the best of his ability. Even then she seemed to know his every move. How was that? He wondered. The past life scenario popped into his head as well, but he shrugged it off as soon as she made another attempt to slice him in half. Their swords crashed together just above his head as he held it in place with all the strength he could muster. Damn, she was strong. Maybe it was the anger she hadn’t been able to bestow upon him. In any case, it seemed like she was enjoying herself, the sweat trickling down her body, soaking her white tank top and black shorts, a smile tugging at her lips, her green eyes sparkling.

After nearly half an hour of intense swordplay, the taunting began. It was Sara who spoke up first when Ian had backed away to take a few breaths, leaving her waiting to strike. “Come on, you already tired? What? The genetic enhancements not kicking in as planned?” she teased.

Ian glared at her. He knew what she was doing, and decided he’d play into it as she expected he would. His first strike was to the left side of her head, which she blocked quite easily without really trying. It was his second, a poke on her right near her ribs that got her a little off balance. Sara had to step back to avoid the sword puncturing a lung and quickly looked up, her bring green eyes on fire. “Two can play at that game!” she declared, lunging for him. He was quick to block the on slot of blows, but not the kick to his left side.

Ian reeled backwards, quickly avoiding the last of her hits, his golden eyes filling with anger, something he never thought possible. He knew she was bating him, waiting for him to give her his best shot. Maybe her cockiness would be her downfall. He could only hope. Ian lunged for her again, but his sword was promptly stopped just before it sliced through her neck. They stood in front of each other, weapons forming an X between their heaving chests as their eyes glowed with anger, fury, passion, and bloodlust.

“The tides have turned, Sara,” Ian replied, stealing a quick kiss before pushing her back. Sara stood stunned, her eyes wide with surprise. It was something that she hadn’t expected, like the sudden arousal that was now coursing through her veins. She quickly turned it into anger and determination, deciding that she’d get him back for that.

“You do that again, and I swear I’ll slice your nuts off,” Sara warned as they began circling each other once. She spotted the sparkle in Ian’s eyes and the smile that tugged at his lips. Her threats were empty, and even she knew that, now more than ever. Another surge of arousal blasted through her body as she dove right at him. He caught her in his arms and pinned her against one of the padded walls.

“Try it,” Ian taunted, holding her in place as she squirmed. He pressed his body closer to hers, making Sara even more uncomfortable as their eyes met in an almost hypnotic gaze. Her breath caught in throat her as she gazed into those honey brown pools. It was as if she could see deep down into his soul, the fire burning bright with lust, passion, and most of all, love. He wanted her just as much as she could possibly want him. Sara let out the breath she had been holding and suddenly pressed her lips to his. Their kiss was tentative at first, but soon grew into something much more fiery and intense. Tongues tangled and eyes closed, mouths only releasing to suck in air before plunging back into each other for more.

Sara knew she had to stop this. Her arousal was beginning to overtake her senses and the need to feel him deep within her was burning throughout her loins. God, she wanted Ian, now more than ever. With the Witchblade having retracted to its bracelet form, she grabbed his shoulder and pried him off her. It was at this moment she had been more pissed off at herself than she had ever been before. She took a few steps away from him to get a grip on reality, watching the stunned expression on his face quickly change to confusion.

‘If he wants more, he’s gonna have to work for it,’ Sara thought. ‘Whoa, where did that come from?’ Her own confusion followed. She was in the mood for another fight now, this time minus the weapons. Raising her fists to challenge him, she took on an attack position, waiting for him to strike.

Ian knew what was going on in her troubled mind. It was a mess in there, and trying to understand where the arousal was coming from had her in a pickle. Her one and only defense mechanism was to fight, and he was glad to be there just to take her on and see where this ended up going. He struck first as Sara was anticipating. They began to throw punches at each other left and right, neither one caring about where a fist would fly until Sara ended up with one in the right eye. She reeled back, rubbing her throbbing socket, anger coursing through her veins. She was getting revenge now! That was for sure!

‘Uh-oh…’ was the last thing that went through Ian’s mine before Sara pounced on him, wrestling him to the ground. They continued to try and pin each other, her anger quickly dissipating with every move and the arousal flowing freely through her once again. She tried to shake it off, but it just wouldn’t go away.

Sara knew she was putting herself in a bad position, but she didn’t care. This desire had to stop or it would drive her to do something she didn’t want to do… well, not really, but still… ‘Ah, hell, who am I kidding? I haven’t had sex in months. Might as well let him fuck me. Might be fun,’ she thought, throwing out all logic and reason for the sake of her supercharged sex drive. Having been locked in her thoughts for those few seconds cost her dearly. Before she even realized it, Ian had her by the shirt and was getting ready to pin her to the mat, but she quickly pulled away, tearing her shirt in the process and exposing her black sports bra.

Sara looked up, a storm brewing in her emerald green eyes. She had had enough. It was time to get some revenge. Letting out a shriek, she dove into Ian, sending him backwards until they hit the wall. She was pissed that he had punched her in the eye and even more pissed now that he had ripped her shirt, but watching those delicious honey brown eyes stare back at her, she couldn’t bring herself to yell at him. Instead, she pressed herself up against his chest, her hands running over his muscles until they reached the hem of his shirt.

Their lips met again in a heavy kiss that lasted for over two minutes before Sara pulled away to suck in a few ragged breaths. The Witchblade was now pulsing with excitement on her wrist. She knew it was probably also influencing her to do all these crazy things, but she didn’t care! Hell, she was having the time of her life! She plunged back into the kiss, her hands roaming beneath Ian’s shirt feeling every quivering muscle along his abdomen and chest. His flesh felt soft and warm beneath her wandering fingers as they traced every single line that she found. He moaned against her mouth, telling her she was doing a good job.

Sara moved away a few seconds later, pulling Ian’s shirt over his head and flinging it behind her. She felt his hand travel down her sweat slicked back to grab her ass. “Bold move,” she said, staring him straight in the eyes. They darkened at the sound of her husky voice as he continued to squeeze the firm muscle beneath his fingers. One of her hands journeyed down his chest again, its destination being the bulge in his pants. He jumped at her touch as she laughed in his ear. “If you think that feels good, wait ‘till you see what else I have in store for you,” Sara added as she grabbed his wrist and flung him to the mat.

Straddling his waist, she forced Ian’s arms down against the padding as her lips freely roamed his chest. Sara kept him pinned against the mat, her lips continuing to travel down his chest until she reached his pants. In one quick move, they were pulled off and discarded like his shirt. “Well, I’ll be damned…” she said, getting an eyeful. “Commando, huh? I woulda pegged you as a boxer kinda guy.” She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, gently stroking it downward, hearing the low rumble of his groans. A wicked smile came across her lips as she pulled her hand away and replaced it with her mouth.

Ian’s response was instantaneous. He jumped when he felt her warm tongue begin to glide down his throbbing erection and looked down to see what she was doing. The Witchblade’s glow steadily grew brighter with the increase in sensory pleasure both were receiving. Even though he knew it wasn’t Sara initiating the action, he was still happy that it was happening. He knew this was probably going to be a one time thing and decided to sit back, relax, and enjoy it.

Sara, on the other hand, knew she was being manipulated into screwing her constant shadow, but didn’t fight against it. Ian had already proved to be everything she wanted in a man and more. He had always come to save the day, he had another side to him other than dangerous, he was a great fighter, and he was well equipped for the task at hand. This was going to be a very good day in her sex life. She continued to suck him until she felt that familiar quiver. He was just about to cum when she backed off. He whimpered, not knowing why she had stopped, but soon found out when she straddled his waist again and impaled herself on his thick member.

Sara’s head flew back as her eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, God!” she cried out, his shaft filling her completely. Slowly, she began pulling him out only to pull him right back in seconds later, the delicious friction driving her quickly overboard. Her left hand found his shoulder to steady her movements as her right snaked down her body, slipping beneath her dripping wet folds to stroke her clit.

All Ian could do was watch, listen, and learn. After a few minutes of watching Sara’s hips thrust onto him, he soon began to move with her, meeting her every thrust with one of his own. Her hand began to tighten on his shoulder as her moans became louder. He knew he was doing something right and continued to thrust into her, more strongly now, sensing that she would soon hit her release. As their pace quickened, so did the urgency of her cries. They were now pounding against each other, her fingers still strongly stroking her clit until finally, the first waves of her orgasm hit like an earthquake. Her walls tightened around his cock, quickly sending him overboard as well.

Sara flopped down against his chest, breathing hard, her body still convulsing. Ian wrapped his arms around her, holding her as she regained her equilibrium. When he felt her breathing regulate, he was quick to surprise her by flipping her against the mat so that he was now on top. He could hear her sultry laugh reverberate throughout the exercise room as he looked down at her to find her smiling wickedly.

“Fuck me… HARD,” Sara demanded, taking some of her queues from the Witchblade and others from her own body. She wanted to know if he had the stamina to go all night like his body suggested.

“As you wish,” Ian rumbled. He realized that it wasn’t only the ‘Blade controlling this encounter. Sara had some say in it, and she had chosen to continue even though she didn’t have to. He pinned her arms against the mat as he slammed into her, the first thrust nearly sending her into oblivion alone.

“Oh, God, yes!” she screamed, her legs wrapping around his waist, meeting his thrusts with equal force. He continued to pound into her as if there was no tomorrow. His hands loosened their grasp of her wrists as one slid down her chest and cupped her breast. Bending down, he captured the nipple between his teeth and pulled on it gently. Sara cried out in pleasure as her hand found its way into his thick mass of hair. The ache of her impending orgasm was quickly coming upon her, and this new sensation only managed to make it come faster. He released the hardened nub and quickly grabbed hold of the neglected one, pulling harder this time and sending her over the edge as his tongue flicked across the little pebble.

Sara screamed as her second orgasm ripped through her body. Usually, it would have taken her another hour to reach such a feat, but a matter of minutes was almost unheard of in her mind. As she slowly came down, she could feel Ian gently pull out and stand up. ‘Oh, no, I’m not done with him yet!’ her mind screamed as she got up to follow him.

After seeing and feeling her cum twice, Ian thought it was time to take a break and let Sara gather her energy, but when he turned around to find her right behind him, he knew she was more than ready and more than willing to continue as her arms slipped around his neck. Their lips connected in a searing kiss as she pushed him closer to the wall, pinning him on his back again as her body pressed into him. She broke away from this kiss, her lips trailing down his neck to the juncture of his collarbone, sucking and biting softly. She continued downward, his nipples being her next stop. She teased them with her tongue, gently flicking across each one. Her right leg wrapped around his waist, her sopping wet lips gliding over the top of his again erect shaft. He groaned in response to the new sensation and immediately grabbed her by the hips and turned her around so she had her back against the wall instead.

His entrance was sudden and abrupt leaving her no time to adjust as he once again began pumping into her at a furious pace. She dragged her nails down his back, her pleasure evident in the way she grabbed his ass and squeezed it hard. Her teeth latched onto his neck, biting, sucking, and licking followed. He’d have one hell of a hickey tomorrow, but neither one of them cared at the moment. They were both too wrapped up in the sensations of their bodies slamming together in heated passion. Her nails ran back up to his shoulders, digging in like daggers and even drawing blood as her other leg wrapped around his waist to secure him against her as she came closer and closer to her release. He continued to press her against the wall, his own need for release quickly coming upon him as well as their hips moved in a frantic pace to see who’d fall first. Hoping to make her cum sooner, his hand snaked down along the center of her chest and over her abdomen until it reached her nether lips. He spread the soft, wet folds with his thumb and middle finger, his index finger slowly probing until he felt the hard little nub of her clit. Fiercely stroking her in time with his thrusts, she soon came again, her loud scream echoing throughout the cavernous room. He followed suit, spilling his seed deep within her as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

They slowly slid down the wall, their bodies never breaking, their breathing hard and fast. Sara unwrapped her legs from around his waist, letting them fall to the floor at his sides as she leaned into his sweat slicked chest. She continued to pant heavily, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her monstrous orgasm. Ian remained where he was, afraid that if he moved, he’d lose himself somehow. They sat together on the floor, the sweat rolling off their bodies as they leaned against one another, regaining the ground both thought they had lost.

Sara was the first to move. She gently pushed Ian down and lay on top of him. His arms immediately wrapped around her body, holding her close. “That was incredible,” she whispered. He merely nodded his head. “We should do that again sometime.”

Ian looked down at her, his ears disbelieving him. “Again?” he asked.

Sara looked up to see the expression on his face and chuckled. “Yes, again,” she answered, reaching up to kiss him.

Who knew sword fighting could lead to such a wonderful thing?