"Dude, you're red."
"I'm so pissed right now. Apparently HR thinks they run everything. and I can't even fix anything because they build EVERYTHING to give me as little access as possible."
"need me to help you cool down?"
I looked at her. "Right now, I need a good fight."
Jen chuckled. "Not me, then. You should probably go. I don't think anyone would blame you at this point."
Me: I'm raging.
(40 minutes later) Jackie: how bad?
Me; There are three people in IL who I'd deck if they were in my building.
Jackie: Anything I can do to help?
Me: Stand in for them?
Jackie: LOL. That's all you need? I'll be home in an hour.
When she opened the door, I pushed her to the ground, closed the door behind me, mounted her, and slapped her four times. she tipped me off her, and we both got back to our feet. She grinned at me. "I'm not going to let you have it that easy," she told me. the mists of red started to cover me. I lunged at her, and she punched me in the side.
The next thing I remember, still angry, was being underneath her, missing my clothes, and her missing her pants. I tried to tip her off me the same way she did... but I'm no where near that strong. she grabbed my arms, pinned them to my side. I notice her lip was bloody. "You lose," she said, Then she slid on to me, gasped, and shuddered.
The anger started to evaporate, I can't keep it up once the pleasure starts. That kind of sex doesn't last long. No matter which of us plays the part of the victim, I can't last more than a few minutes, and she ecstatic as soon as it starts. The intensity of our emotions when we fight rises how receptive we are to pleasure. by the time I'm done, we both need to relax.
"You were really angry," she told me as she tweaked my nipple. she licked the blood from her lip. I noticed some of it got on me, too at some point. "I really had to push to get you undressed."
"I don't remember it all," I said.
She eskimo kissed me. "That's all right. I love it when you fight rough anyway. so many guys are such sissies these days. Do you want to talk about it, or did we just have that conversation?"
"As much of it as I want to share with you. Giant swords?"
"Giant swords," she agreed, and got off me to go turn on the Playstation.
I looked down at myself. "How do you always make it so that I have to clean up the mess?!" She laughed. Then I saw all the claw marks she left on me, and then the sting from them showed up. I swear, my body loves waiting until I see the pain before it gives me the sensation. I headed to the shower.
Jackie always told me she's really rough. The more risks you take, the rougher you are, the more you learn, and the more you're willing to endure. Love sparks from that. Because it is it's own risk. I asked Jackie what she'd do if she really hurt me, beyond the normal bruising and bloodying. Without hesitation, she said she'd cry. Then she'd get me to a hospital. Then a tear slid down her face, the first I'd seen from her.
"You're thinking," she told me.
"I... went red when we fought just now."
"I know. But you told me you were going to, and I still went through with it." She pointed at her lip. "You did this. And I value it more than any of the physical gifts you gave me. It came from the real you." She handed me a controller. "What would you have done if I wasn't here?"
"Probably break a table or something."
"It's kinda sad how emotion is against the law, isn't it?" she said with a smile. "No one has friends they can let off steam with in the way you and I do, for fear of the chrome bracelets and the slammer."