Book of the Iron Fist

K’un Lun had not been completely perfect after all. Women were delicate flowers, something to be admired and protected. They were not warriors, not really. They weren’t assertive in the way that Karen commonly was, or Colleen. Or Misty. No, women here were different and different in a way that Danny was attracted to like a moth to a flame.

“I wouldn’t - wouldn’t deny that -” Danny replied hesitantly as he felt her fingers move over his hand. He ground the heel of his palm down, as if that would be enough to deter his interest. All the while his gaze remained on the screen. Tracking the woman’s movements, the way the man’s body thrummed much as his own. He could nearly taste the sweat, unaware of just how tense he’d become.