Ch. 64 - Beyond

                                    

                                          
"Okay, little one," I said, gently setting Emi's basket down by the wall. 
She smiled gummily up at me as I handed her a stuffed toy Jean had given us before she was even born that she loved now - one she disliked going anywhere without. And as was expected, she began reaching for it as soon as she saw it and began playing with it as within her hands, babbling nonsense all the while. 
"Are you ready to watch mommy and daddy beat the shit out of each other?"
Levi was already wrapping his hands and wrists, a smug smirk on his face. I fixed Emi's hat on her head, knowing that it could get chilly in the training room here. It was in the basement, and that meant no air flow, and no heat. 
I stood up, Emi watching closely as I did, bringing the toy's paw into her mouth at the same time. By then, Levi had finished wrapping his hands and tossed the roll to me. I began wrapping my own hands and wrists, rolling my neck out as Levi stretched his arms over his head.
"It's actually going to be daddy beating the shit out of mommy, baby girl," he said to her. 
Emi let out a little squeak as she sat up, lifting the dog above her head, only to drop it into her lap with an excited laugh. I smiled at her and finished with the wrap, tossing it to the floor.
"Awfully confident this morning," I teased. Levi pulled his shirt off, and I couldn't help it when my eyes drifted down to his sculpted abs, his toned chest.
"You're gonna be rusty," he shrugged, tossing the shirt to the side of the room. "This'll be easy for me."
"Oh, is that right?" I asked as I began to limber out, stretching out my legs and arms. "Well, don't hold back on my account, captain."
"Do try and make this worth my while," he challenged.
"I'm gonna punch that smirk off that handsome face of yours," I said with my smirk. I took my own shirt off, knowing already that I'd work up a sweat today, leaving me in just a sports bra.
"You can try," he said, cracking his neck, trying and failing to discreetly peek at my chest. "I'll try not to bruise you too badly. We still have that reservation for tonight, after all."
I cracked my knuckles, standing squarely in front of him. "That's sweet of you. Oh, but I don't know, I think I'd like to sit across the table from you with a nasty little bruise on your cheek."
"Enough talking," he said, readying up. "Are you ready or not?"
"Always," I said, readying myself. "You should know that I'm always ready for a fight. So, prepare your ass for a beating."
I knew he was waiting on me to make the first move, so I did, lunging towards him. I feinted to the left, swinging upwards, but he was fast, blocking my fist. I swung my knee up but he jumped away. He charged then, sending punch after punch at me, each one obvious and easy to dodge. I caught one in my hand, halting his movement. The catch stung my palm but didn't hurt, and I scoffed indignantly.
"You're pulling your punches, babe," I said. "Knock it off."
I yanked on his fist, pulling him towards me as my other fist shot out. He let me pull him but headbutted me, surprising me. I was quick to react, ducking down and swinging my leg, knocking him off his feet. I smirked. He wasn't expecting me to still have my wits about me after headbutting me.
He landed with a grunt on his ass and I was quick to cover his body with my own, attempting to pin his limbs down. He was quick to set his feet on my hips and flip me over him. I landed squarely on my back and quicker than a blink he was on top of me, my limbs pinned down.