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(steel meets skin, laughter turns to breathless stillness)
Training Grounds & Bruised Pride
β Youβre getting betterβ¦ but not good enough to beat me. β
β That swing wouldβve taken my head off if you werenβt distracted staring at me. β
β You call that a punch? Try again. Harder. β
β Carefulβif you keep touching me like that, Iβll forget this is just training. β
β Youβre supposed to disarm me, not pin me down. β
β If you wanted to get me on the ground, there are easier ways. β
β Oh, so now youβre blushing? Didnβt expect that from you. β
β Donβt hold back just because Iβm close. Hit me. β
β You like this too much to call it practice. β
β Youβre bleeding. β¦and youβre smiling about it? β
β Stop movingβif you do, Iβll let you go. Maybe. β
β Youβre enjoying this way more than you should. β
β I could feel your heartbeat when I had you pinned. β
β Youβre supposed to block, not get distracted every time I breathe. β
β Funny how you only get serious when I get close. β
β Is this still a fight, or are we pretending it is? β
β If you wanted to touch me, you couldβve just asked. β
β That smirkβs going to get you in trouble. β
β Youβre trembling. Adrenaline or something else? β
β Youβve got a death wish standing that close. Or maybe just a bad idea. β
Verbal Sparring & Tension
β Whatβs wrongβafraid Iβll beat you? Or that I wonβt stop when I do? β
β Keep taunting me and I might forget to pull my punches. β
β You talk too much. Letβs see if I can change that. β
β Didnβt realize arrogance was one of your fighting styles. β
β Donβt act so calmβyouβre shaking. I can feel it. β
β You like pushing me, donβt you? β
β Admit itβyou only challenged me so youβd have an excuse to touch me. β
β I thought you were dangerous. Turns out youβre just distracting. β
β You keep saying this is training, but you keep looking at my mouth. β
β Try again. And stop pretending you donβt want to. β
β You should really get off meβ¦ unless you plan to stay there. β
β You gonna move, or are you enjoying the view? β
β Youβre heavy. β¦Donβt you dare move. β
β Your handβs still on me. Not that I mind. β
β Is this where you finally admit you like losing to me? β
β You can let go now. β¦anytime. β
β I said training, not straddling. β
β If anyone walks in right now, Iβm blaming you. β
β Donβt look at me like that. Youβll make me forget weβre supposed to be fighting. β
β I thought this was about technique, not temptation. β
β Youβve got blood on your lip. β¦Here, let meβ β
β You hit harder than you should. I liked it. β
β I should hate how close that was. But I donβt. β
β Youβre shaking. Hereβcatch your breath. β
β For someone who swears they donβt care, you sure looked worried when I fell. β
β You didnβt have to pull me that close. β
β Iβve fought a lot of people. None of them ever looked at me like that. β
β Are we still sparring, orβ¦ something else? β
β Tell me you didnβt feel that too. β
β Maybe next time, we skip the weapons. β
