Fighter ||Popov Safe house 34

"Yes, I know, it sounds like a funny problem!" Tre whined, shifting his weight and bringing his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. "It's your fault." he muttered, wincing slightly. "I should make you deal with it."

He froze as D'Angelo came into the room, before attempting a look of nonchalance. "Hello, sir." He said cheerfully, his eyes watching the man as he made his way closer and closer to Ash, his eyes narrowing dangerously the closer the man came.

"Shawn."

"Father." Tre said briskly, his golden eyes flickering to Lord Beneparte. They stared each other down silently, until D'Angelo cleared his throat. Tre looked over at the Mafia Lord, his hold on his knees tightening the slightest bit.

"Angel. I'd like to talk to you." D'Angelo, for the first time, didn't look threatening at all, merely... like a man who wanted to talk.

"Alright."

Ashleen's father raised an eyebrow when Tre made no motion to move. "Come along, Angel."

"C-come...?" Tre choked. "No, no, it's fine right here." He blinked up at D'Angelo, before looking at his father, then at-at- His gaze flicked away from her before it even fully there. "Really, we can talk here."

"Angel. Don't be stubborn. I won't bite."

"Really really really feeling this spot though. It's a nice place for a heart to heart. I think. D-Don't you think?" He flushed slightly, before going pale again, the emotions playing over his face faster than should be possible.

D'Angelo narrowed his eyes at the boy suspiciously, and Tre paled further.

Ash had to put a hand over her mouth to contain her giggles. Honestly being in the room was making it all the more...

She swallowed slightly and pushed her self up of the ground, nodding to the men, her silly grin still on her face before she flounced back over to Tre, making a big show of innocently wrapping her arms around his neck from behind, cuddling into his back, for a moment, just long enough to whisper into his ear.

"Wouldn't you like me to deal with it."

Smiling again, she quickly kissed his cheek and said a louder, "I love you." Before flouncing out of the ring and over to her father.

"Oh, humour him daddy," she smiled sweetly at the man, while wrapping her arms around his middle like she was a small child. "For me?" She blinked her eyes up sweetly at the her father who looked at her with more than a little confusion at the sudden show of her almost usual bubbly self. His eyes narrowed as he glanced back to the boy in the ring, but he gave her a soft grunt, which Ashleen had long learn to interpret as agreement.

She clapped her hands and let go of the older man, spinning away towards Tre's Father, "So does that mean I get you Mr. Beneparte? Or are you just here for moral support, and I am to be shunned to my room?"

She made an elaborate pout before shrugging and starting to waltz towards the exit before anyone could stop her.

"Oh," she stopped and turned back to her father, her grin sweet, but her eyes dancing mischievously, "And please, don't get too mad at him will you... he's just a boy. He can't help it."

Tre shivered his breath hitching slightly as she touched his hypersensitive skin. He shivered at her words, leaning into her touch before she was gone, clenching his jaw as a streak of pleasure took over his body. She was not helping at all!

He paled again when D'Angelo's eyes went back to him, and his eye twitched slightly. He missed most of the man's speech, his mind otherwise... occupied. His eyes went back to the man at the mention of

"Marriage?" Tre repeated, his voice randomly going high. He cleared his throat, wondering where the hell his voice had gone.

"Yes, Angel, Marriage. You're to marry Inno and become Papa's understudy. So I don't want you getting any ideas about Ashleen. She can be yours for now, but..."

Tre felt something in his chest both lift and drop at the same time, the rest of the world disappearing. That one sentance did something to him.

She can be yours.

He made a small sound as he got impossibly... more...

Then D'Angelo was gone, and so was his father. He flopped backward and sighed, whining as his... problem... was once again freed.

"Ash." He whined. "Do something."

Ashleen didn't quite register his whinning at first. Her head was still half spinning from her conversation with his father, who had in fact decided to give her a little chat.

A little smirk grew on her face and she flounced back to the ring, leaning just outside of it, smirking down at him.

"Well now," she said softly, "I suppose I could do something... but I just, don't see whats in it for me here. I'm feeling like I'm getting a lot of... you, you, you. Hmm?"

Tre groaned, leaning his head back to look at her. His eyes swept her D'Angelo's words swept through his mind again, causing a jolt of pleasure through his entire body.

She can be yours.

He closed his eyes, and went still. For all appearances like he had just stopped breathing.

Ashleen tilted her head for a moment, looking at the boy with a slight frown before sighing, and pulling herself back into the ring, and made her way over to him with slow measured steps.

Standing above him for a moment, she flashed him a teasing smirk, "Will you stop whinning?"

Moving faster than she had in that whole moment, she had seated herself rather firmly on his chest.

"Now... don't you know breathing's good for you," she muttered, leaning down so their faces were just touching and her hair was dangling around them, hiding them from the rest of the room. "Don't think you'd want me to have to do mouth. to. mouth, do you?"

Tre stayed completely motionless, not making any indication of motion as she moved closer. The irrational shivers that racked his body as she sat on him could not be helped - he was a boy, not a machine - though his breath stayed nonexistent. As her words washed over him, he let out a small groan, head lifting off the bottom of the ring to bring their lips closer. It was starting to get painful, having her this close without-

He wanted- wanted-

His hand opened from behind her line of vision, and with a flick of his wand - the magical one - the sound of the lock clicking into place filled the room. His body rippled underneath her at the sound, the motion much like a vibration as he continued to shiver beneath her.

She could help but smirk a little at his shiver, leaning all the more closer, moving her lips to just above his, helping him along but still not...

Not quite giving him what he wanted.

"Now remind me Angel," she breathed slowly, "What was it, I was suppose to be helping you with? Hm? What did you want?"

Tre groaned, unable to stop the sound that ripped from his throat. He wanted her to- to-

His eyes flickered open, meeting her cruel blue gaze with a ray of the brightest gold.

"You know exactly what I want." He purred, leaning forward as to bring their lips closer together. The motion pulled her into his lap, directly on top of his-

"You know..." He murmured huskily, lips brushing hers with every word. "Your father said you belong to me now..." His eyes simmered with something wild and dangerous as he moved against her. His voice dropped to a deep, throaty chuckle. "You remember how an angel strikes it's claim?"

Ashleen swallowed hard, struggling to keep the easy smirk she had on her face before as she found herself sliding down into his lap.

Her fingers shook ever so slightly as the wrapped around his neck, latching herself too him, her eyes dancing with a range of emotions.

"Why don't you remind me?"

Fingers sliding down her spine, he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, trailing lingering, unhurried kisses away from her lips, along her jawline and down her neck. He paused at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, tongue tracing over skin, before he bit down there, easing the bite with his tongue and sucking to leave a love bite. His mouth continued to move over her skin, down to her collar bone, where he nibbled slightly, reveling in the taste of her skin.

"You..." He murmured, continueing his trail of open mouthed kissed up to her jawline, sticking with his unhurried pace. "Are..." His pace slowed torturous, as he neared her lips again. "Mine..." He lingered longest at the corner of her mouth, smirking before pulling away, meeting her eyes and raising an eyebrow at her.

"But as you won't help me with my... problem... I suppose I really should..." He moved as if to get away from her, his eyes going to the door.

Nerves sparking to life like a switch hand been flicked, the girl weakened, leaning against him, as the softest little mew came to her lips. Her eyes drifted closed, as she slide herself closer, against him.

She knew she should...

She grabbed his shirt colour, yanking him back towards her before he could move fully away. Her lips ravished his as her hands wandered of their own according, drifting around, hovering towards where ever they were needed, even as she strived for more contact.

Ashleen lingered, hands still at play for a long moment, before pulling away, looking at him with hooded eyes.

"I'm always yours," she murmured, emphasising her words with a pointed stroke of her hand, "And you can remember that as you deal with your problem."

With one more quick soft kiss, running her hand along and away from him, she hopped off of Tre, and out of the ring, disappearing out of the room.

He hadn't really planned on leaving, but her reaction was worth it. He matched her intensity easily, his lips moving against hers in an animalistic dance.

A jolt went through his entire body, his breathing hitching violently as her fingers tightened. His head lulled back against his shoulders, lungs unable to get enough oxygen. His eyes fluttered closed and his fingers scratched along the ring's floor. As she pulled away, a sound somewhere between a moan of frustration and a whimper of want ripped its way out of his throat, his bright gold eyes returning to her.

He met her gaze with one of equal intensity, leaning forward, mouth ready to devour her, before she stroked again, and his world exploded. His eyes widened and he flopped backward, returning her kiss only slightly before he closed his eyes.

His heartbeat took forever to slow, but when it did, and his breathing was back to something close to normal, he looked up and found her gone.

Growling slightly, he sat up, eyes running over the empty training room before he made his way to the door. He'd track her down, and he'd find her. Then he'd return the favor...

...after a shower.

The door swung behind him, and he was gone.