Post by Steve Sinclair on Jul 11, 2014 20:45:23 GMT
Dust motes danced in the early morning light that filtered in through the windowpanes of the Dojo. The weather the past few days had been hellish, high winds and torrential rain had done the most damage in years, but today the sun broke through and it was a typical autumn day.
Inside the vast wide-open room of the Dojo was Raven Sinclair dressed in a black unitard and her long black hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Her feet were bare on the plain wooden floor; she was dressed, as the Dojo was - simplicity itself. Her movements were graceful as she stretched and moved in time to the music playing in the background. Her routines was part dance, part tai chi and part various martial art techniques she had learned through the years, it was truly her own intended to meld mind with body.
A fine film of sweat covers her body as she reaches into her bag and pulls out her well loved kitana. There was something about that sword that seemed an extension of her and the fluidity of the movements and the way the light shined upon it brought peace and oneness. That was until she heard heels clicking on the floor and strong masculine arms wrap around her.
“My name is Injego Montoya you killed my father.... Prepare to have your panties taken off.”
Raven chuckles”Ye know Marc walking in unannounced while someone is practicing with a sword is not a good way to start the morning.”
“Yeah well neither is waking up with a raging case of morning wood, not finding your wife in bed beside you. Then finding a note on the fridge door that states that's she’s gone out .”
Raven snuggles closer into Marcs embrace “ So are we talking raging as in fire or raging as in stampeding elephant?”
Marc lowers Ravens hand holding the sword and turns her around. “ More of an elephant on fire, but a cold shower took care of that .”
“Och really ?”
“Och aye, seems that someone used up all the hot water when they woke up this morning.”
“Och no! The blasphemer, how dare they .”
“How dare they indeed. How about some breakfast ?”
“I’d bloody well love some, but I’m not done with my workout yet.”
“For the love of the saints it’s just Blackout.”
Raven places her hands on her hips. “Just Blackout he says, just Blackout. If ye havna noticed he put a beat down on me last week. He needs ta learn a lesson - Steve’s the push over in charge not me!”
“Hehehe was't honey that wasn’t meant as an insult. I simply meant that you shouldn’t worry so much about him. I'm sure you will beat him - just don't put him in the hospital this time.”
“He had that coming.”
“Raven they were consenting adults. You can’t go around beating everyone up.”
“Nae but I can damn well try, Now what was this about breakfast ?”
***********************A few minutes later**************************
Both Marc and Raven exit their cars in front of the local cafe ( sorry Frank their are no Denny’s close to us ) and join hands before entering. They ask for a booth by a window and casually look at the menu .
“I’m gunna beat him yano”
Marc lets out a sigh as Raven hides her laughter behind a menu
“Raven I know your laughing your menu is shaking. You have this “I have to win complex “ you know that “
“And what is wrong with that? I like winning, winning is good, winning earns you respect and lets face it victory sex is the best.”
“Don’t mention sex dammit. You’re neglecting your wifely duties.”
“It’s a proven fact that I can’t perform my “duties” if I’m not at home. “
The conversation stops as the waitress comes over to take their orders.
“I’ll have tea with extra cream; I like things to be creamy. Eggs sunny side up, they look so perky. Hmmm now bacon or sausage ...hmmm what do I want? Is the sausage small or average size ?”
“The links are about this big Ma’am “ The waitress holds her fingers apart indicting the length.”
“Aye then I’ll have the sausage .”
“Would you like white, wheat, rye, or English muffin?”
“Muffin, and could I have my muffin toasted please ?”
“Sure thing Hun , and you Sir?”
“Coffee black the rest I’ll have the same as her.”
“Ok thanks folks and I’ll be back in a few minutes with your beverages.”
Marc waits till the waitress is out of earshot “Your a evil woman and I hope JT beats you !”
“Och I’m crushed ! But I’m still gunna beat him.”
“Your impossible.”
“I prefer the word confidant. Just remember you married me.”
“I must have been crazy “
Inside the vast wide-open room of the Dojo was Raven Sinclair dressed in a black unitard and her long black hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Her feet were bare on the plain wooden floor; she was dressed, as the Dojo was - simplicity itself. Her movements were graceful as she stretched and moved in time to the music playing in the background. Her routines was part dance, part tai chi and part various martial art techniques she had learned through the years, it was truly her own intended to meld mind with body.
A fine film of sweat covers her body as she reaches into her bag and pulls out her well loved kitana. There was something about that sword that seemed an extension of her and the fluidity of the movements and the way the light shined upon it brought peace and oneness. That was until she heard heels clicking on the floor and strong masculine arms wrap around her.
“My name is Injego Montoya you killed my father.... Prepare to have your panties taken off.”
Raven chuckles”Ye know Marc walking in unannounced while someone is practicing with a sword is not a good way to start the morning.”
“Yeah well neither is waking up with a raging case of morning wood, not finding your wife in bed beside you. Then finding a note on the fridge door that states that's she’s gone out .”
Raven snuggles closer into Marcs embrace “ So are we talking raging as in fire or raging as in stampeding elephant?”
Marc lowers Ravens hand holding the sword and turns her around. “ More of an elephant on fire, but a cold shower took care of that .”
“Och really ?”
“Och aye, seems that someone used up all the hot water when they woke up this morning.”
“Och no! The blasphemer, how dare they .”
“How dare they indeed. How about some breakfast ?”
“I’d bloody well love some, but I’m not done with my workout yet.”
“For the love of the saints it’s just Blackout.”
Raven places her hands on her hips. “Just Blackout he says, just Blackout. If ye havna noticed he put a beat down on me last week. He needs ta learn a lesson - Steve’s the push over in charge not me!”
“Hehehe was't honey that wasn’t meant as an insult. I simply meant that you shouldn’t worry so much about him. I'm sure you will beat him - just don't put him in the hospital this time.”
“He had that coming.”
“Raven they were consenting adults. You can’t go around beating everyone up.”
“Nae but I can damn well try, Now what was this about breakfast ?”
***********************A few minutes later**************************
Both Marc and Raven exit their cars in front of the local cafe ( sorry Frank their are no Denny’s close to us ) and join hands before entering. They ask for a booth by a window and casually look at the menu .
“I’m gunna beat him yano”
Marc lets out a sigh as Raven hides her laughter behind a menu
“Raven I know your laughing your menu is shaking. You have this “I have to win complex “ you know that “
“And what is wrong with that? I like winning, winning is good, winning earns you respect and lets face it victory sex is the best.”
“Don’t mention sex dammit. You’re neglecting your wifely duties.”
“It’s a proven fact that I can’t perform my “duties” if I’m not at home. “
The conversation stops as the waitress comes over to take their orders.
“I’ll have tea with extra cream; I like things to be creamy. Eggs sunny side up, they look so perky. Hmmm now bacon or sausage ...hmmm what do I want? Is the sausage small or average size ?”
“The links are about this big Ma’am “ The waitress holds her fingers apart indicting the length.”
“Aye then I’ll have the sausage .”
“Would you like white, wheat, rye, or English muffin?”
“Muffin, and could I have my muffin toasted please ?”
“Sure thing Hun , and you Sir?”
“Coffee black the rest I’ll have the same as her.”
“Ok thanks folks and I’ll be back in a few minutes with your beverages.”
Marc waits till the waitress is out of earshot “Your a evil woman and I hope JT beats you !”
“Och I’m crushed ! But I’m still gunna beat him.”
“Your impossible.”
“I prefer the word confidant. Just remember you married me.”
“I must have been crazy “