Mondo collapses on top of you, his breath heavy as he recollects himself. You both were tired and sweat and he could tell you were feeling it a bit more as he grabbed the water bottle he had on the side and took a swig of it.

His back was littered in warm red scratch marks from your doing, but he didn't mind it. I mean he was the ultimate biker gang leader, He brushes the hair out of your face and kisses your forehead, wrapping you and him up in blankets and then flopping on top of you.

“Damn ya a fuckin’ angel, Dollface”