9. for sparring to turn into sex; (answered ask;)
@notquiteahitman
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“ ---- Do you really want to do this? It’s been a long time since we have.”
She knew he did, he wouldn’t be here, with his own Bokken in his hands just as she had one in hers, if he didn’t. It had been so long since they had sparred together and this wasn’t a battle between them, this was different than her fighting for her life, or fighting for the lives of others. But it still meant something - to them both.
“Because I won’t hold back.”
---- neither would he.
There had been something there, between them, even now and even still, after all this time and everything they had been through. He had struck first, and she had stopped it, every mutual hit of the wood soon could be heard even outside of the training room they were in. He had got her on the ground, she had flipped up to her feet to strike back and it all began again - and when she had gotten him to the ground he had been just as quick to recover.
--- within minutes, they were both breathing heavily, the adrenaline coursing through their veins, beads of sweat cascading down their hairlines, their necks, barely able to form any words even if anyone would dare to interrupt them. And then, came that moment, that moment where their Bokken’s were both locked right in front of their bodies, the mock weapons the only thing keeping their bodies apart.
Shay’s breath was labored, her shoulders rising and falling just as sharply as her chest as her dark caramel eyes locked with his. “--- we should probably stop.”
---- they really should. Even though, at that moment, she couldn’t think of a reason why.
