of Fighting My Kind

They were fighting. They never fought. Not if Gavin could help it. He didn't like to fight. And he especially did not like to fight with his fiancé. But her mother was in town. She loved to cut her daughter Kayla down. It was like a hobby for her. And it pissed Gavin off something fierce. Of course, the pressure of having her mother around put Kayla on edge. It always did. That was why she was so upset that he'd been late. He'd been playing rugby with some of his mates, sort of a thrown together league as it were and afterwards he'd gone to a local bar to get drinks. It reminded him of being back in Ireland, when he and his mates would go to a pub after a rugby game.
He'd lost track of time and she had been waiting, keeping her parents and his, waiting. And fuming. And waiting some more. And when he walked in the door he knew he'd be in a huge amount of hot water. A whole pool of it.
Gavin was never late, so her anger would be displaced. She was actually mad at her mother and he knew that, which was why his being late was all the more hazardous.
He'd been right that when he'd walked through the door they'd started fighting. He'd still had to shower and dress for dinner and Kayla wanted to argue and throw a fit.
Heated words flew as he showered and dressed. She'd yelled, said she'd cancel their engagement. He'd thrown a fit at her taking her ring off. She'd accused him of being insensitive. She'd said that he was blinded by her mother's charm because he didn't haul off and yell at her when she insulted her own daughter.
And now, their arguing was at that stage of irrationality that often ended in someone saying something they regretted. They were yelling at each other and making themselves even tardier than they'd been before.
He was still sitting on the bed, tying his dress shoes in firm little angry knots. She'd walked over to him, standing at the foot of the bed, where he as sitting, her hands on her hips.

They had little time as they were SO late already and he was still so angry, but so hot for her at the same time. With one hand he pushed his boxers down, his throbbing hard cock springing from its cotton prison. He moved her panties aside, not ripping them as he wished to do, but just getting them out of the bloody way. And while he did, without warning, he thrust two fingers into her, hoping like hell she was as wet as she needed to be.
She thumped her head back and pushed his shirt up and ran her hands along his stomach and around his back jerking him closer. Taking in a soft quick breath when his digits found her tight center, hot and wet for him. Clenching her jaw she pushed his hand back and stroked the base of his cock whispering next to his ear. "Jesus Christ just rip the fucking things off and fuck me." She had a low, husky and demanding tone. She was aware of the time constraint and she was getting more sexually frustrated from all the touching and teasing. "God just fuck me!" she smacked his ass gripping it tightly.

Grabbing her arm, hard, but not hard enough to hurt, he pulled her too him, standing up. "Your mother hasn't blinded me to anything. You know I hurt just as much as you do when she cuts you down. Damnit, when she hurts you I want to punch her in the bloody face, and you know it. So if you want to take your anger out on me for being late because she treats you like dirt, go ahead. Kick my arse, scream, beat me up...I don't bloody care..." he said his teeth clenched, his grip strong, but his love for her never wavering.
Kayla was shocked that he'd grabbed her so forcefully, but it didn’t hurt. He'd never hurt her and she knew that. But it still shocked her that he put a hand on her while angry. That wasn't like him. And what made it even more odd was she wasn't scared. She was completely turned on. There was something about the fire in his eyes that seemed to spark her own desire and instead of spiting words back into his face, she grabbed his black hair in her hands, pushed him against the nearest wall and kissed him. Hard.
It wasn't what he expected, but it was a welcomed reaction. His hands were all over her, as he both pushed back and pulled her closer, kissing her back just as hard, just as angry, just as greedily. He always took his life into his own hands so to speak, because he knew of her past relationship, and that would never EVER be okay with him. But when she threw a tantrum, whether or not it was warranted, something happened to him and he felt he had to step up and turn her rage into something else...and sex always seemed to get her some how.
She trapped his head between her arms, fully aware that while she was tall, almost six feet in her stocking feet, she was not strong, and Gavin could easily over power her if he'd wanted to. Instead of trying to overpower him, she just kissed him harder, dropping her arms about his neck and threading her hands into the hair at the back of his neck. Her tongue licked into his mouth roaming along the warm familiar space. The feel of his tongue tangled with hers defused her anger, giving her frustration a different and in many ways better outlet. Sure, she knew that this would make them far later than they were already, but she also knew that this would make their dinner all the more enjoyable, even with her mother's cuts and barbs. She knew to simply roll with this moment and let their anger mold itself into pure passion. She only broke away from his kisses long enough to change position and gasp for much needed air,
His hands wrapped around her, tugging her dress and pulling her closer still. He was a lucky bastard that could some how turn her on with his anger and he was not above using it to focus her anger elsewhere. Fueling her desire, he pulled her leg up around his hip, pressing his groin against her. Using the grip he had on her hips, the skirt of her dress bunched up in his hands, he turned them smashing her into the wall as his body crushed hers with bruising force.
Kayla reached down and got the button to his slacks open, jerking down his zipper and pushed down his freshly ironed dress slacks. She knew he hesitated to get rough with her because of her past boyfriend who almost put her in the hospital, but again she knew he'd never take it too far and she knew that if she instigated he'd oblige.
Kissing him hard, her free hand came up cupping the back of his neck, teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue and nipping at them. Her high heel was digging into the carpet of their room and she stayed firmly pressed back against the wall and pressing herself against his crotch slowly creating a much needed and desired friction. There was no real thought going on in her head she just was taking what she wanted.
And Gavin let her take. His hand fisted in her hair as he pushed her harder against the wall, grinding his cotton clad rock hard cock up against her, hoping it would torment her further. He was not being gentle, not in his kisses, or in his touches, but he wasn't hurting her. Not any more than he would if this weren't just a passionate night of rough sex that wasn't fueled by their bloody fighting.
She grunted hard, whimpering hard as she bit at his lips trying to get him to kiss her. Tilting her head back moaning as she felt his hard still covered cock press against her warm center. Breathing rapidly, her breasts nearly popped out of the top of her already low cut dress. Running her nails down his stomach under his shirt, she rolled her hips up against his only to get slammed back into the wall. Turning her head she growled slightly against his ear, licking and tugging on his earlobe and kept trying to pull him closer as she wrapped her leg tighter around his waist.
This was the kind of fighting he liked. The struggle for dominance, and the simple act of her silently ordering him to do things even when she didn't know she was relenting and begging him. He wasn't sure if she knew just how bloody sexy it was for her to be aggressive and submissive all in the same gesture. It was hot, plain and simple. He gripped her leg, rubbing her skin roughly, almost bruisingly hard, but he'd never hurt her...not for the world. But he'd fuck her within an inch of her life...
She spread her legs more and sank down against the wall. Her arms moved above her head thrusting her hips against his. Kayla could feel him growing harder as he continued to grind back against her. Sliding her hands along his chest, she was so tempted to rip his shirt open and just push him down on the floor and fuck him but the fact that he was being so much more aggressive and taking his anger out this way, she was almost daring him to keep going. Her hands slid down over his ass. Panting hot against his lips.