Today I'm participating in the First Fight/First Kiss blog fest hosted by two fabulous ladies: Danielle B. at Entertaining Interests and Jackie at Bouquet of Books. Thanks for hosting!
Post 1 will be on Tuesday, June 12 - Share with us your 1st FIGHT scene on your blog. It can be physical or verbal, fists or magic. Whichever you want to share.
Post 2 will be on Thursday, June 14 - Share with us your 1st KISS scene on your blog. It can be a peck on the cheek or a full fledge kissing session. Whatever you would like to tell us.
So, to kick things off, my first fight scene is the very opening of my story - a little bit verbal, a little bit physical, but fun.
Also, I have this fun little picture...because how cool is it that this pic was available? My stock model girl with a dark-haired guy who can pass close enough as Ian? It's like kismet...with a picture, and so fitting for this particular blog fest! Too bad I can't find one of them kissing...
So, without further ado...Ian's and Ivy's first fight scene from The Truths About Dating and Mating.
“Where is he?” I demanded of Matt Frye as I barreled through the front door of the second floor suite at Seligman Residence Hall.Matt, one of the four residents of 236, looked up at me from his perch on the shabby, midnight-blue couch with bloodshot eyes. Stoned off his ass, as usual. “Ivy, hey.” He gestured to the wall behind him with the white Wii controller in his hand. “I don’t think he’s alone.”“Even better,” I said as I stormed by him. Turnabout is fair play, after all, and after the shit he pulled today...I stopped beside the door of Ian’s bedroom and pounded my fist on its heavy walnut surface. “Ian Hollister, you’ve got exactly ten seconds to open this door before I’m coming in!” While I had no qualms about breaking up what was going on behind the door, I didn’t want to see it. Unless he forced me to make good on my threat, which I wouldn’t put past him. “Ten…Nine…”Muffled voices and shuffling sounds came from his room. Ian pulled the door open just as I hit three.A pair of dark blue jeans rode low on his narrow hips, the button undone. His feet and muscular chest were bare, displaying the biohazard tattoo that encircled his left pec. It extended into a black tribal design that stretched over the left side of his torso, coming to several curving tendrils around his lean, muscular bicep, and dipped low, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. His inky-black hair was an even bigger mess than usual, and I figured the spiky strands had been finger-combed more than once by the slender redhead I saw behind him, sliding a slinky black dress into place over her hips.He scratched the back of his neck. “Ivy, what’s up?” He studied me through narrowed eyes as he braced his arm on the door jamb.I crossed my arms over my chest and stared hard into Ian’s bright, mossy green eyes. I was not having this conversation in front of one of his insipid twits. “You can get rid of her, or I will.”He waved his hand. “No need. She’s on her way out.”And not happy about that fact, I thought when the redhead shot me a baleful glare. She dipped below Ian’s extended arm, and stepped between us, grabbing his belt loops and yanking him toward her so that her large breast pressed against his chest.Ian looked down at her with the bedroom eyes he was famous for.“Call me, anytime,” she stressed in a sultry voice, pressing her lips to his neck.Unbelievable. Call me crazy, but if a guy had just kicked me out for another woman, I certainly wouldn’t be rubbing up against him like a bitch in heat, begging for a callback. I wanted to shake her and tell her to have some self-respect…or to at least do what any other normal slighted girl would do and march her ass out of there with a few choice epitaphs spewing from her mouth. But girls never acted like that with Ian. One turn around his dorm room and they acted like addicts, already craving their next hit.“Sure thing,” he said, his eyes darting over at me as she lifted her head and licked his lips.And I think I just threw up in my mouth.We both knew he wouldn’t be calling her. Ian rarely did repeats. It would defeat the purpose, lessen the validation.The girl made a low-pitched moaning sound as she pulled back. “Mmm. See you later, sexy.”She caught my eye, pointedly looked me up and down, rolled her eyes, and sauntered out of the room on her four-inch heels, putting an extra shake in her hips.“Where’d you find that one?” I asked.“Laundry room.”“In that getup?”He shrugged. “She said it was laundry day, and she was all out of clean clothes.”“I’ll bet.” More than likely, she’d spotted him carrying his basket downstairs, dashed into her room to put on her slinkiest outfit, then followed him to the basement to offer him a little “bachelor bundle.”And why the hell was I questioning him about his latest hookup? We had bigger matters to discuss. I rounded on him. “What did you say to Brian Sellars?”Ian’s eyes returned to mine, his dark brows knitting. “Who?”I wasn’t buying it for a second. “Don’t act innocent with me. You know exactly who I’m talking about.”Ian shook his head. “Doesn’t ring a bell.” He was lying. Well, I knew he was lying, but the minute quiver I saw at the corners of his mouth confirmed it.“Let me remind you, then.” I stepped in close until my chest was almost touching his arm. “Sandy blond hair, blue eyes, about yea high.” I rose to the balls of my feet to level my hand at the tip of his ear. “The guy I had a date with tonight until you had a little talk with him this afternoon,” I added, my voice rising in intensity. I caught his smirk and cuffed him upside the head.He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “Oh, that Brian.”“Yeah, that Brian.” I propped my fists on my hips. “What did you say to him?”“Nothing. I just told him it would be in his best interest to be a gentleman.”“Your. Exact. Words,” I gritted out, seething with fury and impatience.He squinted at the ceiling. “Well, I can’t remember the exact words, but I may have mentioned that it wasn’t illegal to dig a hole in the desert, and that I had one all picked out for anyone who mistreated you.”“Ian!” I shoved him in the middle of his hard chest. He stumbled back a few steps, releasing a bark of laughter.“Oh, come on.” He rubbed his chest. “The guy had douchebag written all over him. I was just making sure he treated you with respect.”“You were just making sure I’d never get laid!”“Ahh!” He cupped his hand over his ears. “Don’t say stuff like that in front of me.”I shook my head at his ridiculousness. We spent three nights a week at our campus radio station, advising people on the topic of relationships and sex, and yet, somehow, the idea of me actually having sex really bugged the hell out of him.“Don’t say stuff like what?” I asked, moving in closer to him. “Don’t say…” I paused, making my voice breathy, “that I wanted Brian’s gorgeous body all over mine,” I slid my hands over my torso and lowered my eyelids, hissing a breath in between my teeth. “That I wanted to feel his hot, sweaty, rippling muscles rubbing all over my—“He gave me a stern look. “Cut it out, Ivy.”I closed my eyes and ran my hands through my long, dirty blonde locks, really getting into my act. “To feel him sliding between my thighs,” I said, moaning a little for effect, “giving me pleasure like—“He clamped his hand over my mouth, eyes wide. I was pretty sure his brain was about to short-circuit. “Knock it off! I get it.”I giggled against his hand and batted my lashes at him. “I’m sorry, was that bothering you?”He looked at me for a long moment before shaking his head. A fond smile appeared on his face. “God, you’re twisted.”I threw off his hand, remembering my irritation with him. “And you’re a pain in my ass. This overprotective brother routine is getting real old.”“I’m sorry,” he said, giving me big puppy dog eyes. “I just wanted to make sure you were treated the way you should be.” He blinked a couple of times, and his lower lip jutted out so far you could land a B-52 on it. “You’re my best friend. I couldn’t bear it if someone hurt you.”I sighed, feeling my anger wane. Really, how could I be mad at that? “You…suck. I hate you.”He dropped the pouty face and grinned. “No, you don’t. You loooooove me.” He spread his arms wide for a hug, but I sidestepped him.“Nuh-uh. You’re not touching me while Miss Fluff n’ Fold’s sweat is still drying on your body. Go take a shower, and then we’ll talk.”“Oh, all right.” He chuckled and nodded his head to the room behind him. “Come on in.”I sneered in distaste. “Not a chance. It smells like cheap sex and knockoff perfume in there.” The only thing I could smell, really, was fresh air since his window was wide open, but I had to give him a little crap for his cavalier sex life; it’s what I did. “I’m going to go play a round with Matt. Now that I don’t have a date - thank you very much - you’re giving me a ride to work tonight. And don’t think we’re done talking about this.”He winked, giving me a devilish grin. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Well, hope you enjoyed! Come back on Thursday to read about their first kiss!