When I got back from university that night Laura was lying on the sofa watching TV. I threw myself over the top of the couch onto her. She grabbed my sides to stop me slipping off but didn't say anything, too winded I guessed. I pushed my face against hers, nuzzling.

"Whatcha watching?"

"A scary movie," she whispered creepily, tickling the back of my neck. I shivered and pushed her hand away. "What?" She grinned, "you're not scared, are you?"

"Maybe." I tugged her arm until we were both sitting up. "Are you scared?"

"Me?" She smirked, "I'm too tough for that."

"We should watch a romance instead." I loved that kind of film.

"Only if there's lots of action in it. I love watching fighting."

I rolled my eyes and snuggled into her side.

"Fighting's boring."

"Is not!" Laura gasped.

"It is," I pinched her arm.

"Ow," she shook her arm. "That hurt." I smirked. "Kiss it better!" She demanded, holding her arm out in front of me.

I grinned and complied. I kissed back up her arm, over her shoulder and up her neck then scattered kisses across her jaw. I sighed happily when my lips met hers.

She slid her fingers through my hair and deepened our kiss. I responded likewise and we got a little... carried away. Our embrace only ended when my mother cleared her throat loudly. We leaped apart, both of us turning red and not quite looking at her.

"Sorry, Mrs. Daniels," Laura muttered an apology, re-clipping her bra. I blushed a deeper shade of red at this, seeing my mum's eyebrow rise and her gaze turn to me.

I sank down in the sofa, trying to hide.

"There's no need to be embarrassed," my mum told us, "I know you two are sleeping together. At least I didn't walk in on that." I failed to see how this was supposed to comfort. "Although we sure can hear you," she winked and sauntered out the room.

I felt like I had died. I'd never been more embarrassed in my entire life. Laura was laughing while I tried to disappear into the sofa.

"It's not funny," I whined, burying my head in Laura's neck.

"I'm not laughing at you, babe." She still shook slightly with giggles. "I'm laughing at how awesome your mum is," she kissed the top of my head softly. "Mine would lose her mind."

"Why?" My embarrassment was diminishing now but I stayed in Laura's neck; it was too comfortable to leave.

"It's not that she's against gays or anything but imaging two girls doing that might be a little too much for her. Especially if one is her daughter."

"If I was your mum I'd imagine it all the time. Hell, I'd do it to you all the time."

Laura pulled my head up to look at her, her expression priceless.

"Was that meant to be romantic?"

I giggled and nodded.

"Awh baby, I really need to teach you how to woo. Suggesting incest between my mother and myself is not the way to do it."

I kissed her cheeks, "you know I didn't mean it like that, idiot."

"Hmm, I'm not so sure."

"As if I'd want you to be with your mum, you're mine," I growled playfully.

Laura stared up at me for a second then sat up, pushing me up too.

"What's up?" I asked, her expression making me nervous. "What did I say?"

Her eyes bored into mine and I bit my lip with nerves.

"I'm yours," was all she replied before she kissing me hard. I responded quickly but she soon pushed me gently away, our lips parting slowly, making me whine. "Shh," she smiled, "I'll kiss you again soon but first I want to talk."

I tilted my head to the side, showing I was listening.

"I've been thinking a lot recently, since what happened in the car. Although I'm not totally sure about it, I'd like to learn how to talk to you." She tapped her head.

I wanted to scream and hug her tightly, really excited to finally have her on-board, but something told me that would only frighten her away.

"I'm glad," I smiled, taking her hand between mine and squeezing it gently. "Do you want to start now?"

"Oh, god no." I flinched and released her hand.

"Alright."

"No, babe, I didn't mean to... I'm nervous about doing this and I'm sorry it came out so... the way it did. I didn't mean it, beautiful." Her hand cupped my cheek, her thumb stroking my jaw.

"Are you sure you want to?"

She looked thoughtful, as if remembering something.

"Yes, I'm certain."

"Okay," I smiled, "let me know when you're ready."

"I will, thank you."

"No problem," I took her hand in mine and kissed it softly, "now let's go get ready, gonna kick some ass tonight!"

Laura laughed.

"I will, you'll just fall on yours," she stuck her tongue out at me.

"As long as you'll give me a nice, long massage after I don't mind," I winked and climbed off the couch.

She sat still for a second then grabbed me and pulled me tight against her, her breasts crushing into my back.

"You really shouldn't tease me," she breathed, her lips brushing against my ear. I shivered, leaning back into her. "Especially knowing what I could do to you tonight." She pulled away, spun me around to face her, winked, then crushed her lips hard to mine. I groaned into her mouth, instantly aroused, my hands resting light on her hips. A few seconds passed then she pulled away, smirking, "we have to go soon."

Laura practically ran from the room, looking back at me once with a grin. I held in a yell of frustration and followed, at a much slower pace.

I stood in the doorway to my bedroom and watched as she pulled a white tank top over her head. The muscles in her back flexed as she moved and every ounce of restraint I'd summoned vanished.

I grabbed her and pushed her onto my bed, crawling onto the bed beside her and slowly pulled the tank top she was wearing off.

"We... h-have to get... ready," she stared at me, making no move to stop me.

"You made me horny. Karate can wait."

***

"Sorry we're late," Laura apologised, in acknowledgement of her colleagues dirty look.

The fourteen or so students were in pairs, practising a move he had obviously demonstrated before we arrived.

My girl went over to speak with her fellow instructor while I watched the trainees practising. They weren't going easy and all looked like experts, even though Laura had assured me they'd only been attending for about a month.

I saw one guy go down and after a few minutes passed with no sign of getting up again I was done. No way in hell was I staying in here to be killed by an incompetent trainee.

I turned and started for the door. I was halfway out the hall when Laura's hand wrapped around my arm, pulling me back.

"Where are you going?" She pulled me back towards the rest of the class. "I'm going to coach you one on one for the first couple of weeks. We'll do some extra too. Then you'll be caught up with the rest of them."

"Do you think having people who can't do the moves practising them on each other is really a good idea?"

"There are rarely accidents, and the cost of having instructors for everyone would be way too much."

I eyed the group of people suspiciously.

"Can't I get private lessons or something?"

"Well, you are for a little," Laura smiles reassuringly. "It'll be fine, I promise."

"Are you guys gonna do anything today?" The male instructor yelled, sounding incredibly pissed off.

Laura rolled her eyes, "we have to work or Marcus will make you train with him."

I sighed and she smirked at me, "don't worry, I'll make it fun."

I flushed. She smiled as she carefully explained how to perform a move.

"Alright, ready?" I braced myself and nodded, preparing to hurt. "Defend yourself if you can, baby. I'll go easy on you the first time."

"Fuck," I groaned a few seconds later, my arm twisted behind me, sending bolts of pain down it. "Ah, fuck, let go!"

She let me go and laughed as I glared at her, while rubbing my arm carefully. "That hurt, asshole. Stop laughing!"

"Believe me, that's nothing. And you can get your payback now." She stood with her arms by her sides, seemingly not even trying to defend herself. "You remember how to do it?"

I nodded and grinned, looking forward to this more than I probably should.

"Whenever you're ready."

I grabbed her arm and in a flash Laura pulled me close into her and pinned me to the ground. I growled and tried to get out from under her but she was too heavy.

"Get off me!" I wriggled under her, getting gradually more and more frustrated. She stared at me, not even pretending to make an effort and gently lowered her body on top of mine. Her hips pushed down against me, making me instantly go still, staring up at her. The electricity that shot through my body was making me hot; I loved the feeling of her body on mine. She smirked and shifted her weight so her body slide slowly across mine, making me whimper.

She pulled me up and pushed me gently away from her. She winked at me.

"Try again."

***

By the end of the hour long lesson I was sweaty, throbbing and covered in bruises. I staggered back to the car, collapsing in the back seat, totally exhausted.

"I'm never going back," I complained, lying sprawled on my back, my legs hanging out the door.

"How about we get home, go for a nice long shower, then I'll give you a massage. That sound good?"

I smiled, imaging it, "that sounds amazing."

"Then come sit here and I'll make it happen." Laura patted the passenger seat beside her.

I slowly lifted myself up, ignoring my bodies screams of protest. I then dragged myself to the front of the car and flopped down again in the front seat.

"Jesus," I whined, "I'm so tired."

"Sleep on the way back then," Laura smiled at me.

"I can't," I grumbled. "Someone decided it'd be fun to make me really turned on."

Laura smirked and placed her hand on my thigh, "you know you loved it." I didn't have the energy to argue, especially when she was right.

"Yeah, I did," I rested my head against the headrest and closed my eyes. "Put something on."

Laura turned on the radio and I let the music wash over me, slowly making me relax, until my stiff muscles no longer ached. I already knew they'd be hell the next day.

My eyes gradually grew heavier and heavier until I couldn't keep them open, even if I could've been bothered to fight it. I fell asleep.

***

"I want to practise some of that head stuff," Laura said without warning. We were sitting in my bedroom, her reading a book, me sitting at her feet, writing an essay.

"Right now?" I asked, still tapping at the keys of my laptop.

"Right now."

"Great!" I urgently needed to finish writing, but there was no way I'd let this opportunity slip. I shut my laptop, "alright."

"So... What does this actually involve?"

"It's really not that hard. Just imagine a link between the two of us and it should bring you into my head and my thoughts."

"What if I can't do it?" She asked then grinned to herself. "Wait, I have to try first."

I grinned too, remembering her way of always replying to people who said they couldn't do it with: "Try first."

"Good to see you live by your motto," I giggled, making her roll her eyes.

"Let's just do this."

I gripped her hand tightly in mine.

"Okay."

She stared at me hard for a good few minutes then growled, "it's not fucking working." I didn't say anything, waiting for her to try again. "It's not working!" She sounded very frustrated, bordering on angry.

"Hey, hey," I squeezed her hand. "Calm down, beautiful. Getting worked up will only make it more difficult. Stop trying for now, we'll try again in a minute."

"No, I want to do this," her teeth were gritted, her eyes flashed with steel.

"I'm telling you, it wont work when you're like this." I third to protest but she refused to listen. Her eyes glued to my face I let her keep trying until I was scared she'd actually give herself a hernia. "Stop," I pulled her against me, so close she couldn't properly focus and kissed her gently.

"I want to be able to," she complained, her annoyed tone giving way to a cute,

sulky one.

"Give it a little," I rubbed her back, "it'll come." My girlfriend didn't reply but her arms tightened around me. A fee minutes passed before I asked, "would you mind if I wrote the rest of my essay or do you want to keep trying?"

"When's your essay due?"

"Tomorrow," I admitted, and a gasp of horror erupted from Laura.

"Write it then! Why would you leave it this late?"

I shrugged, "I always do."

"You and I are going to have words later."

"Ooh, " I grinned, "are you going to punish me?"

She'd gotten up to leave but paused in the doorway and returned my smirk with one of her own.

"Don't tempt me."