Swift Heart, Strong Mind

Swift Heart, Strong Mind

Copyright, 2004, JHP Fiction | Storyline by : YamiJean | Characters based off of friends and original thought

Characters:

Jean | Swift aka Deva
Christina | Crys
Liz | Lorna
Lou | Rhaine
Tony | Dice aka T.C.
Maxine | Skye
Original | Lex
Original | Miguel
Original | Dream
Original | Morgan
Original | Kura
Original | Ree

Story:

Swift, an international gaming champion, is bored with her life. Upon returning from a overseas tournament, she goes out for an evening of rest and relaxation…only to have it ruined by a punk.

However, their first encounter seems to turn into many, and each time seems to set the two off, but something hidden is being set off at the same time, but neither will admit to it. What a difference a night can make though…

Secrets and lies threaten both of their existences. Once everything is brought to light, e doe do they go from there?

1: Step Off!

[Telephone Conversation]

S: No you guys, I can’t *sneezes*
D: Are you sure, S?
S: I feel like shit. I just got back from overseas. Please…I just need some rest. Besides all of this traveling’s probably what brought this on. *sneezes again*
R: Well, we’ll miss you girl
S: *lightly laughs* I know. I’ll miss you guys too. Sorry to break tradition, but my body will break me if I don’t. Besides I have another tournament coming up soon
All: *groans* Are we ever going to see you? You’re almost never home anymore
S: Sorry kiddo. That’s the price of fame
R: Well I say damn fame. I want my girl back
S: *chuckles* I know, I know…anyhow, let me go. I feel this blasted migraine coming back on…
D: Ok…we’ll catch up another time then…
S: Sorry guys…see ya…
All: Bye

[End conversation]

Turning off her cell phone, she then walked over to the mirror and checked herself one more time. She’d really outdone herself this time with this outfit. Noone would ever recognize her with this outfit, and that’s just how she wanted it too. Just wanted a normal evening out…alone. She sighed as she ran a hand through the long silver wig strands and tossing some of it over her shoulder letting it cascade down to her waist and then slipped on a jacket and sunglasses.

Swift “Devastator” Maxwell she was known to her friends. Swift she was known to gaming circles all over. 25 years of age. Residence: New York. Height: 5’5” Eyes: Hazel Hair: Brown Interests: Games, Shopping, Dancing, Singing

She pulled her coat closer around her and made sure the ball cll cap she’d selected for the evening was securely in place. She’d been doing this ever since she was 18 years of age. It had started out being just a regular old hobby and everything, but when she entered one of the national tournaments and ended up winning it, suddenly she seemed to become a celebrity and she was heard about everywhere. It was ridiculous. However, not only did she participate in some tournaments, she was also asked to judge some as well. She was more relieved when she was asked to judge rather than participate. Thing was, gaming was just a hobby for her and she’d enjoyed it greatly, but with her sudden fame and being requested all over the place, it had turned her favorite hobby into a job and that was the last thing she was looking for that to turn into, yet…that’s what it had led to. Damn.

Alone time? Hardly. Whenever she wasn’t at a tournament, whenever she was actually home, she was either with her fiancée or her group of friends who demanded whatever time they could out of her. To be honest, she was bored with everything and everyone. She needed a new challenge in life. Little did she know that adventure would begin that night.

After having a nice dinner at the local Chinese bistro, she headed for the arcade. You would think having come back from a gaming tournament, the last place she would want to be caught at would be an arcade, yet there was something pulling her there.

Making her way inside, she noticed how crazy it was. Of course, it was a Saturday night, one of the peak nights for it. She made her arouaround. Everything seemed the same as always. However, she heard cheers and a good bit of noise coming from the opposite end of the arcade. “Hmm…,” her curiosity got the better of her as she started in that direction. As she rounded a corner, she soon came across a mob of a crowd. Looking ahead, she looked to see two people on a stage-like place looking like they were…dancing. Tapping a nearby person on the shoulder, she soon got them to tell her what all the excitement was about. The new attraction was called “Dancing Rage”. She really hadn’t noticed until then, but the arcade had also been expanded a few feet since she’d last been in there, which, with her crazy schedule, had been about a good 6 months ago. “Wow…,” she said making her way through the mass of people to get up front so she could see who was competing.

“YEAH BABY! YOU GOT IT!!!” Morgana was excited for her boyfriend, rocker, Dice aka “T.C.” He had eliminated several competitors already that evening.
“YOU ARE THE CHAMPION!!!” the speakers blasted as the game came to an end and the crowd cheered chanting his name.
‘Hmm…’ Swift grinned as she approached the stage and sar cor coat aside revealing her simple long-sleeved top reading “Swift As The Wind” across the chest area and she wore leather low rider jeans revealing a bit of her washboard abs. She got a few whistles and hoots as she stepped on stage. She tied her hair into a ponytail to keep it from flying everywhere.

-- Dice’s P.O.V. --

‘This girl has got some nerve thinking she can just stroll in here and challenge me. I don’t care how hot she might think she is…I’ll destroy her like I did the others, no sweat.’

-- Swift’s P.O.V. --

‘This guy looks like a punk. He should be easy to deal with. This’ll be a walk in the park…’

“JAM ON IT!!!” the speakers blasted as the game began. At first, they were equal in their moves, but then the moves began to change and everythingift ift kept up with it no problem, but as she peeked over at her competitor, she could see that he was beginning to sweat. She then did a handstand completing the next set of moves and easily got back to hert tot to finish off with a break-dancing maneuver practically flawless. The crowd went wild. She then entered her initials “DEV” into the machine and then turned to leave when she felt her arm get grabbed.
“Um…watch where you’re grabbing,” she said not really looking at whom grabbed her.
“I…want…a…rematch…,” he said breathlessly.
“You’ve got to be kidding. Look at you. You’re a mess. Go take a breather and challenge me again when you can actually move with the music,” she said jerking her arm away from and and making her way through the crowd. She screamed suddenly feeling her baseball cap leave her head as she spun around and looked back to see her wig in a girl’s hand. She would’ve decked her right then and there had she not been spotted by a couple of fans and she quickly made her escape before she was mobbed, leaving them stupefied as to where she disappeared to all of the sudden.

-- Later that night --

“What were you thinking?!?!” he yelled at her.
“She insulted you! I THOUGHT I was defending your honor,” she yelled back only to find herself suddenly pinned to the wall. His eyes were dark and brooding, which sent a shiver of fear down her spine. “Baby…stop…,” she whispered as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.
“Whenever I need help defending my honor, I’ll be sure not to ask you!” he hissed, his face only mere millimeters from hers.
“I…,” she gulped feeling the tears coming anyway no matter how she tried to fight them off “I’m sorry…I just thought…,”
“That’s your problem…you were thinking again…,” he grinned maliciously at her. Her eyes flashed angrily as she struggled to get free of his grasp, but he knew her temper and knew her reactions all too well as he kept her pinned.
“Oh no, not tonight, my sweet,” he smirked as he leaned forward and kissed her hard. She whimpered still struggling against him, but he held her until he heard her moan softly against him. He pulled her roughly into his arms, his body hardening with anticipation. Dice’s thoughts were drowned out by the frantic beating of his heart. Despite himself, the keen edge of his anger had lost it’s knife-like sharpness, and all he could think about now is thrusting his cock inside of Morgana’s heat. He never could stay mad at her for more than a few moments and vice versa. They were quite the pair.

His mouth descended on hers. Her lips were soft, warm and salty from her tears. He traced the shape with his tongue and sucked gently on her lower lip. She tried to pull away, but he would not allow it. He deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth when she opened it to protest. He enjoyed the taste and scent of her so much that he could not bring himself to stop. His hands sought her breasts as he practically ripped her top off and her bra soon followed. She fit his hands perfectly, the plump mounds were firm and pert, the nipples taut. Breaking off the kiss, he lowered his head and sucked a puckered bud into his mouth while his hands had other plans. One cupped and kneaded her other breast, making her gasp and arch into his mouth and hand more while his other sneaked down and under her skirt as he teased her clit with his fingers.

“Damn it…Dice…,” she gasped between breaths as her hands came up and she slightly tugged on his hair kissing his forehead.
“What does daddy’s girl want?” he chuckled slipping one finger inside her wet sheath finding it wet. He felt her shift her legs open more for him. He inserted another finger as he switched his attention to her other pert nipple nipping at it then kissing and licking the hurt away.
“Please, D, just fuck me already,” she groaned into his hair feeling his fingers pinch and rub her clit and work her throbbing wetness. She whimpered slightly feeling him pull out and away from her.
“Shh, can’t work without the proper tools, now can I?” he smirked as he removed his shirt revealing his chistled pecs and washboard abs. She never could get enough of him. She slowly started to sit up and help him with his slacks as he came over towards her with a mischievous look in his eye. Instead of immediately taking them off, she instead, cupped the juncture between his legs rubbing it firmly hearing him groan.
“Now…what does baby want?” she chuckled. He wasn’t getting off the hook that easily. He teased her, so two could play that game. She had him at her mercy. He tried to push her away, but she held him firm. “Uh uh…you had your playtime…my turn…,” she chuckled as she released him and unzipped his jeans slipping her slim hand inside and wrapping her hand around him as much as she could. He was throbbing as she squeezed him lightly, making him hiss.
“Don’t…do…that,” he growled.
“Of course, love. So sorry,” she said nonchalantly. As she glided her fingers along his hardened shaft, she felt the bast wit with pre-cum as she got some on her fingers and stroked him gently, then a bit harder. She heard him hissing and cussing as he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed. As he followed her down, he took a moment to unzip her skirt and slip it off of her and toss it aside.

He captured her lips in another heated kiss as his hands captured her breasts and worked them into a frenzy as he felt her arch against him. “Baby, please…,” she whimpered. She then reached down and help him slide his jeans further down as he worked them off the rest of the way, making him as nude as she was to him right now. He spread her, and then his fingers dipped inside her. She quivered and made helpless noises deep in her throat. He slid his cock between her legs and pumped his hips, inch by slow inch, stretching her, filling her. Her body felt taut and raw with need as mind-blinding pleasure coursed through her. She pushed herself up to meet his downward strokes, taking everything he had to give and wanting more.

Her fingers dug into the mattress as he lifted her higher. Their flesh came together again and again. The pressure built; her heart pumped furiously and a scream clawed at her throat. She felt his hot breath in her ear, pleading in a strained voice, “Come on, love, come on, come on…” His body was wet, straining; granite hard against her, in her. The end came on her suddenly, like a shock wave, hot and uncontrollable, pushing her into oblivion as spasms that seemed to go on forever rocked her. She was only dimly aware that Dice still pumped furiously inside her, his tension building, his breathing erratic. When the climatic end came, he plummeted over the edge, joining her in sweet splendor. She reached over and kissed his cheek running a hand through his now wet tresses as she chuckled. “We should do this more often…” Without opening his eyes, he raised an eyebrow smirking, “You want I should do again?” His answer: a pillow in the face.