[She's got him pinned down and suddenly it's not really about the thrill of a fight anymore because this is exactly what she's been imagining for... Well, months. Years. All she would really have to do is scoot down just a little and...
And suddenly she's on her back, a breathless laugh on her lips despite herself, fingers flexing when he pins her wrists down. This isn't regulation. Not even close. It's too personal, way beyond even unfriendly sparring. He looks good from this angle, like he belongs there.
She definitely wants him there, and there's a hitch in her breath as her eyes darken with want.]
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And suddenly she's on her back, a breathless laugh on her lips despite herself, fingers flexing when he pins her wrists down. This isn't regulation. Not even close. It's too personal, way beyond even unfriendly sparring. He looks good from this angle, like he belongs there.
She definitely wants him there, and there's a hitch in her breath as her eyes darken with want.]