Future Knight Universe - Practicing

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Porthos sighed, testing the feel of one of the spare swords he'd been provided to test with. He was, as always, good at picking up the feel of new weapons, but it didn't seem right withought his old sword by his side. He knew every nick and nooks of it, it was as as good as an extension of his own hand.

He sighed, then went back through his drills, striving to improve the new forms Brenda had taught him, and perfect his better moves with a new blade and new trousers, which felt as ridiculous as they looked.

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Brenda paused in the doorway and leaned against the frame to watch him, admiring the way his new pants fit his butt as she absently shifted her grip on the two swords from Clark's collection that he'd told her she could offer to Porthos. They weren't just run of the mill weapons like the one he was using, but finely honed works of art. Even in their scabbards she could feel the nearly living balance to them, and their intricate basket hilts winked in the lights.

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Porthos blinked as he tripped slightly, then paused. He only ever tripped when he was being spied upon, that just freaked him out.

Turning he looked around, then caught sight of Brenda and grinned, bowing to her and inwardly wincing as the pants tightened. At least the shirt was loose enough....

"Good morning, my fairest dove," he said, sheathing the sword. "You look as radiant as ever."

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And it moves like a living thing in his hand. He can nearly feel its eagerness to work, it's suppleness and balance making it as though it were a part of him.

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"I didn't know Clark was such a genius, I might've been nicer to him," he marveled, entraced by how it cut smoothly through the air, singing softly with only the slightest flick of his wrist.

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She chuckled and held up the golden sword. "Do you want to try this one?"

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He had less faith that anything could match the sword in his hand, but he indulged her, finding the other blade nearly as good. It certainly was a piece.

"Magnificent," he said, smiling.

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"Yes." She stepped back and put the golden sword at the guard position, her icey eyes twinkling at him from under her forelock as her mouth turned up in a slight smirk.

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"En garde," he chuckled, lunging.

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Her eyes linger on his lips for a moment as she bites her lip, but then she lowers the blades and turns her cheek toward him.

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He chuckled and then went forward, gently turning her and grazing her lips before he smiled and drew away, blinking for a moment.

"Oh, I feel all floaty," he giggled, moving a few feet away and then looking at her. "You know... let's duel again. Same rewards."

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She just smirked, thinking how surprised he was going to be as she send his practise sword spinning. "Pay attention."

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"I am," he smirked, stepping back and watching her as attentively as ever. "An' you just won. It's time for your prize, my lady."

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"You need to get used to late nights and mornings if you want to patrol with me." She moved to cross the sword and dagger over his weapon and pull it away from him.

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He twisted it skillfully, yankking his weapon away and swinging it, knocking her away.

"I meant I had too much sleep," he chuckled. "Don't worry about me, sweetest of the fair, I keep any hours needed of me."

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She swallowed and ran her hand over the polished wood of the rack. "I love you."

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He twitched, then froze for a moment and stared at her, not believing he'd finallyt heard what he'd been fishing for for weeks.

Then he broke out in a huge grin and went to her, wrapping his arms around her in his biggest Porthos hug. "I love you to, sweetest of the peas."

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Brenda leaned against him as her legs wobbled, still holding onto his shirt. She could hear his heart pounding beneath her ear, and feel the warmth of his arms around her. "Yes?"

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"You're my dream come true," he murmured, holding her close. "You're my shining fae princess. I love you, Brenda, I love you more than anything."

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"Sounds like a plan." She smiled back, those icey eyes soft. "I'll see you then."

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'I'll be counting the seconds," he bowed to her, then turned away, nearly skipping with delight, his heart singing and his head in the clouds.

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She stiffened slightly, her independant nature rebelling against being picked up. But even as she was wriggling free she was putting up a hand to stroke his cheek.

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He opened up his arms to give her some more control, then leaning against the hand, sighing and obviously near purring himself.

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"No." She looked up with a smile, her own arm slipping around his waist. "I was just thinking."

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He pulled her forward and kissed her forehead, then lay his cheek against her hair.

"I believe right now I am the happiest man who has ever walked this earth," he said, nodding.

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"I don't think anyone else here has really noticed how you look in them." She accepted it. "And you look far from ridiculous."

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"Ah, well, I suppose it's alright," he said, smiling. "If you're the only one noticing."

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"Love." The term of enderment came out without thought. "Stop and think with your head instead of your heart. You're so full of me that you can hardly stand up straight. I don't want to distract you at a crucial moment. Besides, it's only a patrol."

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"I don't care. My head is perfectly clear. Protect you at all costs. Nothing else matters to me," he said seriously, taking both her hands and holding them, eyes showing his resolve.

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"Catwoman." She touched his cheek again, feeling relieved.

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"Who?" he frowned, but enjoyed her contact and leaned into it, sighing as his eyes slipped closed.