ย ๐
๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง
(steel meets skin, laughter turns to breathless stillness)
Training Grounds & Bruised Pride
โ Youโre getting betterโฆ but not good enough to beat me. โ
โ That swing wouldโve taken my head off if you werenโt distracted staring at me. โ
โ You call that a punch? Try again. Harder. โ
โ Carefulโif you keep touching me like that, Iโll forget this is just training. โ
โ Youโre supposed to disarm me, not pin me down. โ
โ If you wanted to get me on the ground, there are easier ways. โ
โ Oh, so now youโre blushing? Didnโt expect that from you. โ
โ Donโt hold back just because Iโm close. Hit me. โ
โ You like this too much to call it practice. โ
โ Youโre bleeding. โฆand youโre smiling about it? โ
โ Stop movingโif you do, Iโll let you go. Maybe. โ
โ Youโre enjoying this way more than you should. โ
โ I could feel your heartbeat when I had you pinned. โ
โ Youโre supposed to block, not get distracted every time I breathe. โ
โ Funny how you only get serious when I get close. โ
โ Is this still a fight, or are we pretending it is? โ
โ If you wanted to touch me, you couldโve just asked. โ
โ That smirkโs going to get you in trouble. โ
โ Youโre trembling. Adrenaline or something else? โ
โ Youโve got a death wish standing that close. Or maybe just a bad idea. โ
Verbal Sparring & Tension
โ Whatโs wrongโafraid Iโll beat you? Or that I wonโt stop when I do? โ
โ Keep taunting me and I might forget to pull my punches. โ
โ You talk too much. Letโs see if I can change that. โ
โ Didnโt realize arrogance was one of your fighting styles. โ
โ Donโt act so calmโyouโre shaking. I can feel it. โ
โ You like pushing me, donโt you? โ
โ Admit itโyou only challenged me so youโd have an excuse to touch me. โ
โ I thought you were dangerous. Turns out youโre just distracting. โ
โ You keep saying this is training, but you keep looking at my mouth. โ
โ Try again. And stop pretending you donโt want to. โ
โ You should really get off meโฆ unless you plan to stay there. โ
โ You gonna move, or are you enjoying the view? โ
โ Youโre heavy. โฆDonโt you dare move. โ
โ Your handโs still on me. Not that I mind. โ
โ Is this where you finally admit you like losing to me? โ
โ You can let go now. โฆanytime. โ
โ I said training, not straddling. โ
โ If anyone walks in right now, Iโm blaming you. โ
โ Donโt look at me like that. Youโll make me forget weโre supposed to be fighting. โ
โ I thought this was about technique, not temptation. โ
โ Youโve got blood on your lip. โฆHere, let meโ โ
โ You hit harder than you should. I liked it. โ
โ I should hate how close that was. But I donโt. โ
โ Youโre shaking. Hereโcatch your breath. โ
โ For someone who swears they donโt care, you sure looked worried when I fell. โ
โ You didnโt have to pull me that close. โ
โ Iโve fought a lot of people. None of them ever looked at me like that. โ
โ Are we still sparring, orโฆ something else? โ
โ Tell me you didnโt feel that too. โ
โ Maybe next time, we skip the weapons. โ