The Billionaire’s Savior

It was the ‘please’ that did it. “Fine,” Chris said reluctantly. “I’ll teach you some simple self-defense.”

“Excellent,” Robyn said briskly. “I have to go see my producer in the morning, but we should have some time in the afternoon to –“

“No,” Chris interrupted. “Now. I’m teaching you now. We’re not getting back in a bed together until I know that you’ll be able to stop me from punching you again.”

Robyn rolled her eyes in a way that showed she thought this whole thing preposterous and pointless, but she followed Chris dutifully into the living room. Chris pushed their chairs out of the way, clearing a space on the carpet in the middle of the room. Chris lay down on the carpet, and gestured for Robyn to follow suit. Once they were lying in the way they would normally sleep, Chris taught Robyn some simple ways to block any punches, and the easiest way to pin him down when he was flailing from a nightmare. After they’d practiced a few times and Robyn had perfected it, Chris was almost satisfied.

“Once more,” Chris said, settling back down on the carpeted floor. “Then we can go back to bed.”

Robyn nodded and Chris began to move his legs in fake twitches and spasms. Robyn threw herself on top of him; using the tricks she’d been taught. She eventually succeeded in pinning Chris beneath her without getting hit. She smirked down at Chris triumphantly. Chris smiled back at her. “Can we go back to bed now?” Robyn asked, a slightly mischievous glint in her eyes. Before Chris could answer, Robyn began to poke and tickle his lower stomach. Chris writhed helplessly beneath her, laughing and gasping, unable to fight Robyn off with his hands still pinned. Chris finally managed to flip their positions (he was the one doing the Crav Maga training after all), and Robyn was grinning beneath him, panting slightly.

“Never tickle me again,” Chris threatened with a smile. “Or I’ll tell Cleo to take away your skull.”

“Not the skull!” Robyn gasped, in fake horror. The pair chuckled briefly, their eyes locked, Chris still pinning Robyn beneath him. Chris’s eyes softened and he gently pressed their lips together.

“Thank you,” he murmured softly, chastely kissing Robyn’s forehead before climbing off of her and standing up. “Let’s go to bed,” he said, holding out his hand to help Robyn up. They climbed the stairs to their room together, collapsing on the bed immediately. They fell asleep entwined together, so much so that it was impossible to tell where Robyn ended and Chris began.

*****

Chris awoke the next morning and could feel Robyn’s gaze upon him. Squinting against the bright sunlight streaming through the window, Chris could see Robyn sitting cross legged beside him, staring at him pensively.

“Morning, Robz,” Chris said groggily, pushing himself up on one arm.

“I hid the skull,” Robyn said with a sly grin.

Before Chris’s sleepy mind had processed Robyn’s words, she had tackled him to the bed and begun to tickle him mercilessly. But Chris was a warrior, after all, and he was never one to give in without a struggle. A tickle-fight ensued.

*****

“You really think that because of a few self-defense classes you can beat someone up, Robyn? That’s the most absurd thing I have ever heard of!” Chris said in a slightly condescending manner.“Chris don’t be a di*k to your wife.” Cleo said much to Robyn’s surprise, trying to defuse the mounting tension between the man and wife. The rest of the room nodded their heads in agreement. It was a regular Friday evening in the Odom residence where cast and friends gathered after a hard day’s work to celebrate the week’s end and the party was just starting.

“I hardly think stating a fact could liken me to a di*k, Cleo. Just because she’s been joining me in my Crav Maga classes does not mean she is prepared for a real world attack situation. There are also other variables to consider that will always factor. I just don’t want her to get over-confident and get into a situation that would end badly.” Chris stated logically.

“You know nothing, Chris.” Robyn said with a glare that would reduce most of men to an apologetic puddle.

“I don’t know… I think Chris needs a demonstration Robyn. He obviously doesn’t believe in your bad-assness.” Pamela slurred.

Robyn put her hand on her hip and faced Chris, “What do you say, care to put your money where your mouth is? The rest of the night’s drinks are on you if I win and if you win… well, I’ll just let you come up with whatever you see fit.” Robyn said with a wink.

Chris eyes widened considerably and darkened at her flirtatious tone when she basically said he could come up with whatever he could imagine. “You sure you want to do this Robyn? I would hate for you to have to get hurt…” He said in an equally flirtatious manner.

Robyn sauntered up to him and placed a hand on his well-muscled chest and let her fingers trail up and down it suggestively before leaning up to whisper in his ear, “Come and get me, Chrissy.”

Chris shuddered, “Oh I will, don’t you worry about that… and you know I hate that name.” He whispered back seductively.

Robyn stepped back and smirked, “I know.”

The guys had already moved the furniture out of the middle of the room, therefore missing the mounting tension between Robyn and the so-called marble man. Lestrade, the film producer, looked up at the two, “So before we start, any rules you want to instill?”

“No groin or head shots.” Chris said without hesitation.

Robyn nodded her head in agreement. “And whoever can get the other on the ground first is the winner. If we add in grappling then this spar will never be over.”

“Alright now that everyone’s bets are in and an agreement has been reached you can begin!” said Lestrade.

“Wait, you placed bets on us?” Chris said incredulously.

“Duh.” said the collective voice of the room.

“Who’s the favorite?” Chris demanded to know.

“Robyn.”