“Tell me it’s not going to hurt,” she said, daring the bastard to lie to her.

“Just a little pinch,” Danny said, picking up the second paintball gun and handing it to her.

“Can’t we do something else?” she asked, sounding like a wimp and not really caring.

“No,” he simply said, taking her by the shoulders. He turned her and gave her a gentle push towards the outside obstacle course where grown men were running around shooting each other with balls of paint, “you said that I could choose our first date.”

“But-”

“But it will be fun, I promise,” he said, giving her another little push when she dug her heels in.

“But-”

“I’ll let you choose the restaurant if it will make you feel better,” he said, continuing to push her towards her doom.

“No, it really wouldn’t. What would make me feel better is if we could maybe go and do something else? A movie? Zoo? Museum? Back to my place for an afternoon of nonstop sex?” she suggested, only half-kidding about the last one as she reached up and pushed her safety helmet back in place.

Okay, so maybe she was completely honest about the last one, but the giant bastard shoving her towards her doom was determined to take it slowly. Last night when he’d climbed out of his bed, completely naked and aroused, very aroused, she’d expected him to take her to bed and show her how sex was supposed to be. Instead, he’d kissed her softly, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, taken her hand in his and walked her back to her apartment where he’d given her another kiss goodnight and promised that he was going to call her in the morning.

He’d lied.

He hadn’t called her, but showed up at the crack of dawn with coffee and donuts and that damn sexy smile. Surprised, and secretly pleased, she’d quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. The entire way here he’d held her hand, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb while making small talk, probably trying to make her comfortable. It had worked. That is until he’d pulled into the makeshift parking lot for the outdoor paintball arena. That’s when she’d started suggesting other alternatives to being chased by a bunch of psychotic men shooting each other with little round balls.

He’d laughed.

The bastard!

Danny sighed, giving up on gently prodding her and took her hand and pulled her towards a large gate marked “Entrance.” Her eyes shifted away from the entrance sign and took in the very large, very detailed sign that was taller than her and attached to the chain-link fence. She started reading the warnings and immediately wished that she hadn’t.

“If this isn’t dangerous then why are there over fifty warnings about death and accidental mutilation?” she demanded, hugging her gun tightly against her chest with one arm as he ignored her concerns and continued to pull her towards a makeshift barrier.

“Take a knee, Tinkerbelle,” Danny said when they’d reached the barrier.

Trembling, she did as he asked, just in time too it would seem since a volley of paintball pellets suddenly came flying at them, slamming into the barrier with several loud whacks. Resisting the natural urge to run back to the entrance and to the safety of the women’s room where she fully planned on hiding for the next two hours, she stayed there while Danny methodically explained how to fire her gun, how to use their surroundings to her advantage and what to do if she got hit.

Unfortunately for her, she was too busy listening to the sounds of paintballs going splat around her and the sounds of grown men running and shouting orders, but it wasn’t enough to hide the sounds of people getting hit and crying out. Yeah, this really wasn’t for her.

“Danny,” she said, licking her lips nervously, “I-”

“Stay here and count to ten, then follow me,” he said, cutting her off before she could give him an excuse to leave. “Stay down and shoot anyone wearing a blue helmet or arm band.”

“But-”

“You’ll be fine,” he said, cutting her off once again, but this time adding a swift kiss that left her stunned. “Remember to stay low.”

And with that, he was gone and she was left kneeling on the ground behind a wooden barrier, in the middle of the woods about to be chased down by a bunch of psychotic men sporting blue armbands.

Nibbling on her bottom lip, she looked wistfully over her shoulder at the entrance. She could wait for him by the gates, she decided, already getting to her feet when someone yelled, “Incoming,” and her world turned red and blue.

*-*-*-*

“You’re banned!” the manager yelled, taking him by surprise, not because he’d never heard those words screamed before, he was a Bradford after all, but because of who the manager of the paintball facility was screaming at.

“Are you kidding me?” his little Tinkerbelle demanded, wiggling wildly over his shoulder to get free. “You’re seriously going to ban me because a few wimps complained?”

“You made over twenty men cry!” the manager shouted, gesturing wildly towards the group of men standing by the first aid station, bitching and whining about their injuries and the fact that his little Tinkerbelle had ignored their surrender and kept shooting.

Damn, he was proud.

“If they couldn’t handle it then they shouldn’t have walked through those gates!” his little warrior shouted, making him smile and the manager’s jaw drop in astonishment.

“Get out!” the manager yelled once he’d managed to get over his shock.