they looked like they were dancing. the way she moved forward and he moved back. the quick pace in which they pushed and pulled. hands moving as if it was a choreographed tango. full of passion. full of desire. two very dangerous agents, so dangerous in fact, that the mere fact that they were sparring with one another brought about attention. as if they were wondering if they’d kill each other, rip each other apart, tear at the other’s flesh. they were dangerous. the most dangerous. forged from steel and fire. the kind of weapons made to kill and yet here she was smiling as she looked at them move so gracefully against the padded floors. they were dangerous. yes. but they were hers. her two idiots.
“ did you two miss me so much that you had to get your frustration out? “ she spoke with teasing remark as she saw them pant and try to catch their breath. the crowd had vanished and now she stood in front of them with an amused smile on her lips resisting the urge bite her lip. anna did always look good after she had a fight, the way she looked after a good workout, the sweat, the secret smile on her lips. and then there was dimitri. oh what a divine look he had and the way his muscles were taunt still. still looking as if he could pounce. it was unfair how good they looked after a fight. this place. this prison was no longer that for she had them. they were the ones that made her feel the most protected when she felt the most vulnerable. “Теперь , кто будет моим партнером танца? “ her russian was still rough before she gave a small smirk and threw a towel at the them both. “ should i go find nicholas? “
the ring felt almost too small, its space constrictive before anything else. his arm felt heavy around her neck, but she wouldn’t give up - she’d never give up. she feels his body against her back, the glow of false victory that he surely went on about. you are better than him - you’ve always been better than him. she uses his arm as balance, forwarding her body into a somersault. before anyone could blink her thighs were around his shoulders, in a less than comfortable position. she pulls his hair - even the greatest warriors have cheap tricks. it goes on and on and on.
she doesn’t smile, not for the rest of the world anyway. they, however, they know. she makes a point not to look at dimitri - she knows herself well enough, really. she doesn’t have to try anymore, not when she sees charlotte’s smile right in front of her. she moves like a magnet towards her. “newcomers” anna says, grabbing a towel and a bottle of water from the corner. she smirks, her right corner lifting as she looks at the girl in front of her. “we’re disgusting right now. i wouldn’t consider that a good idea.”
taking a sip of the water in front of her - she almost frowns, already used tot he sharp taste of vodka - she denies with her head. “nikolai can wait.”