We practiced for hours taking few minute breaks in between. I wasn't perfectly fine even though I didn't want to accept it in any damn condition. But my body was still not ready for heavy practices and fights.

The pain I started to feel in my limbs and Ken sensed it stopping the fight and practice.

My hands were bruised. My knuckles bloodied just like I enjoyed them to be. My face had few bruises which sure were turning blue in no time. My forearm showing a cut, caused when Ken accidentally pulled the blade over my hand.

The cut was burning but I was enjoying this.

His face was the same. His hands bloodied and I knew he like it too. Cause every fighter did.

I sat down tired and exhausted. My body was paining like anything begging me to give it some rest. But I had enough rest since last week. This was my time to get back in action. To make him proud of me.

"We are stopping for today." Ken said offering me the water bottle.

I shook my head and I gulped down the water.

"Yes."

I shook my head again.

"If you are not listening to me, I am calling Damion." He warned.

I still shook my head.

"You are forcing me to do this. Once I call him and he sees you like this, he would ask you to stop." He said.

He was right.

"No please." I said.

"Good. Then that's it for today." He smirked proud of himself.

I glared at him and got up throwing a punch in his direction which he dodged easily smirking wider.

I picked up my jacket.

"See you tomorrow." He called out from behind.

I nodded waving him a bar and walked out of the room towards his room.

I was tired would be an understatement.

I was exhausted out of the limit.

All I want to do was hit myself on the bed and sleep till the morning arrived.

My steps faltered as I saw Damion standing near the stairs, leaning against the railing, his eyes on his phone.

His sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up, his jacket missing.

He raked his fingers through his hair dragging my attention to his messed up hair. I saw his fingers working fast on his phone as he typed something.

I sighed looking at him.

He heard it his eyes snapping up from his phone.

I smiled his way and a small smile tugged his lips which quickly disappeared as he took me in.

His eyes raked from my head settling on my face for few minutes before finding my hands, his eyes went emotionless and he looked down till my toes before looking again into my eyes.

He didn't say anything as he waited for me to speak.

"I am fine." I said smiling and I walked towards him.

"The hell you are." He snapped and took a step forward catching my wrists and bringing them up.

His eyes scanned the dried blood stains and his thumbs caressed my knuckles.

I winced at the slightest touch.

He quickly pulled his thumb back shooting me a sharp glare.

His eyes spotted the cut and he looked at me raising his eyebrows.

"Practice Damion. I am fine." I said trying to convince him.

But who was I kidding. He wasn't gonna believe me.

He glared at me again but his eyes didn't go icy and cold.

He held my hand entwining our fingers softly trying not to hurt me in any way and he pulled me upstairs with him to the room.

It was already evening.

He opened the door letting us in. He sat me on the bed and went to the bathroom.

I sat there waiting for him. He came back with a box in his hand and sat beside me.

I stared at him as he pulled out antiseptics and bandages from the box. He applied the antiseptics and I hissed pulling my hand back.

He leaned down blowing air onto it easing out the burn. He delicately bandaged the cut and cleaned my knuckles bandaging them too. I stared at it. I knew it wasn't gonna last as I will take them off tomorrow while practicing but he did it for me none the less.

I smiled at him.

"Thank you." I said.

He leaned placing a kiss on my forehead.

I smiled wrapping my hands around him taking in a deep breath inhaling his cologne. He rubbed my back in a soothing manner snoozing out all my pain. I slowly relaxed in his arms inhaling his scent. And he let me stay there without complaining.

He held me to him as I closed my eyes. he whispered soothing words in my ears telling me he was there for me and that he loved me.

I pulled back after sometime feeling less tired than before.

"I will get us dinner eh?" He asked.

"Stay?" I asked holding his wrist.

He looked at me.

"You need to eat." He said.

I looked at him with pleading eyes. I just wanted him near me.

"I will ask a guard to bring it." He said freeing his wrist from my hold and walking to the door.

He came back in few minutes and sat beside me.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Better than before." I smiled.

"Take care." He said and I nodded.

His eyes showed concern. I knew he hated this. But he was letting me do only because I loved this. I knew he could force me to stop in a heartbeat but he didn't. Just because this was my passion. This was my love. I was nothing without fighting.

Nothing.

It had helped me finding myself when the world saw me as nothing.

It ran deep in my blood. And he respected it.

I couldn't appreciate it more.

We sat there in silence when the dinner arrived. I dug in without caring what I was eating. I hadn't eaten the whole day.

"I don't want to see you starving, you get that?" He asked as I ate like a pig.

I nodded.

"You are having lunch from tomorrow no matter what." He said in commanding tone.

"Tell me you have had it?" I asked.

He glared at me.

"I was busy in work." He retorted.

"Of course you were." I snapped, "I was busy in fighting."

"That is different." He shook his head.

"How so?" I asked challenging him.

"Are you gonna eat or not?" He snapped.

"If you will too." I replied.

He let out a dejected sigh.

"Fine." He huffed.

I smiled looking at him.

"You are stubborn." He said.

"I know." I replied, "Less than you though."

He laughed at my words.

After eating I changed and lied down on the bed tired from todays events.

He sat there working on something.

"Are you not sleeping?" I asked him.

"I have something to work on right now." He said not looking up from his laptop.

"Okay." I said closing my eyes.

In few minutes I felt the bed dip and a strong arm wrapped around me pulling me towards him.

I smiled, my body rolling towards him on it's own.

"Your work?" I asked looking at him. The lights were off but I could see his eyes sparkling.

"I will do it after you sleep." He replied getting himself comfortable. He wrapped his hands around me pulling me to him.

"You don't need to. You continue with the work." I said patting lightly on his chest.

"Don't tell me what to do Argyl. I don't take orders." He said wiggling his eyebrows and I smiled.

"My girl needs me now and work can wait." He said softly, smiling before pulling my head to his chest.

I closed my eyes, smile never leaving my face as his hand untied my hair, pulling out the hair tie loosening them.

His fingers ran through the strands of my hair massaging my scalp lightly and I started feeling dizzy. My mind going blank as sleep engulfed me. I could still feel him holding me and his fingers moving in my hair and soon I gave into the sleep.

Hey guys! Here you go with another chapter.

They are so sweet together.

*Wipes tears*

My babies!

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