#judo

The spare room she'd cleared out wasn't much bigger than a storage closet. A few training mats covered most of the floor, the late afternoon sunlight filtering weakly through the curtains and painting long shadows across the walls. It should have felt cramped. Instead it felt intimate. You hated that word.

You hated it even more when Ellie tossed her hoodie aside and stretched, completely unaware of the effect she was having.

"Ready?" she asked. You forced your attention upward, admittedly distracted, "hm?"

A grin tugged at one corner of her mouth. "I asked if you were ready." Your stomach flipped, "oh- uh, yeah sorry." you apologize sheepishly. Fucking embarrassing.

Ellie's laugh was soft, low in her throat, and something about hearing it in an otherwise empty house made your chest tighten in a way you tried very hard not to examine. Before you could dwell on it, she stepped forward and reached for your sleeve, and instinct immediately took over. You caught her wrist, shifted your weight, and found yourself slipping into the familiar rhythm of training.

For a while, it almost worked.

Grip fighting had always demanded too much concentration to leave room for much else. Every movement was a negotiation of balance and leverage, each of you trying to establish control before the other could. Ellie pressed forward, testing your stance, and you circled with her automatically, hands catching at sleeves and collars, feet skimming across the mat. Usually, it was enough to quiet everything else.

Today, though, every point of contact seemed impossible to ignore.

The rough fabric of her gi bunched beneath your fingers whenever you secured a grip. You noticed the strength in her shoulders when she tried to break free, the way her muscles tensed under the flimsy material, and the warmth of her body whenever the distance between you disappeared for a moment before opening again. It was distracting in a way you didn't particularly appreciate. 

You managed to off-balance her once, earning a sharp look that made you grin, but she recovered almost immediately.

"Come on williams, get your head in the game before I beat you." you tease her as you get into a ready stance.

She snorts, rolling her eyes but keeping her own stance loose, one hand on her hip. "Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try, pretty girl." Her voice is light, but there's a challenge in her tone that makes your pulse quicken. 

Fuck. "Watch me." 

Was she flirting with you? The realization hit with such embarrassing force that you almost missed the attack entirely. One second she was standing in front of you, smirking; the next she surged forward, catching your wrist and hip in the same motion. Your balance disappeared instantly.

"Shit—"

The mat slammed into your back. Before you could recover, Ellie followed. Years of practice made the movement effortless. She shifted her weight, trapping you before you could scramble away, one knee planted beside your hip as she caught your wrists and pressed them to the mat. Your breath caught.

"You were saying?"

The grin in her voice should have been infuriating. Instead, all you could think about was how close she was. Her hair had come loose during training, a few strands falling across her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed from exertion, freckles standing out against the pink in her skin. You could feel the warmth radiating from her even through the layers of your gi.

"Don't go all humble on me now," Ellie taunts. The teasing edge was still there, but it sounded weaker now. You swallowed, trying to regain any semblence of control you have left. "I'm still better at this."

her brows jump slightly. "Oh yeah? then why am i the one on top?"

For a second neither of you moved. The room felt strangely quiet despite the ragged sounds of your breathing. Your pulse hammered in your ears. Ellie's hands were still wrapped around your wrists. She hadn't let go.

You weren't sure when her smile had faded, only that it had. Something unreadable flickered across her face as her gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes. The movement was quick, but you'd seen it.

And judging by the way her expression shifted, she knew you'd seen it too. The realization sparked between you like a live wire. Neither of you looked away. 

"Ellie..." Her name came out quieter than you'd intended. The hand around your left wrist loosened slightly.

"Yeah?" she breathes, her voice lower now, almost reverent. She looks down at you, her green eyes searching yours like she's trying to figure out if this is real or if she's finally lost her mind.

You could feel your heart trying to beat its way out of your chest. She was still hovering over you, close enough that every breath seemed to belong to both of you. For a moment, it felt like the entire world had narrowed to this tiny room, this patch of mat, and the impossible space between you. Then Ellie moved.

Barely.

Just enough.

You met her halfway.

The kiss was hesitant at first, almost disbelieving, like neither of you was entirely sure it was actually happening. But the second it did, all the tension that had been building for weeks seemed to snap taut.

Then, with a soft groan, she gives in completely, her hands pressing yours closer to the mat. The kiss is hungry, desperate, she's been holding her feelings in for far too long. When she pulls away, her lips are slightly swollen, her breathing uneven. She stares at you, wide-eyed, as if she can't quite believe what just happened.

"Jesus," she breathes, her voice hoarse. "You really don't play fair, do you?"

looking at her right now above you with that smug expression, makes you frustrated in more ways than one. You buck your hips upward, you don't know what's gotten into you, but it distracts her enough to falter, her mouth falling agape. You take the advantage, freeing your hands from her grip, and pulling her lips down to yours again, suddenly not in the mood for talking anymore.

Her breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly as you shifted beneath her. For once, Ellie looked caught off guard. Her hips were still pinning you to the mat, but some of the confidence she'd been carrying all afternoon had vanished, replaced by something hesitant.

The space between you felt impossibly small. You could feel the weight of her above you, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the warmth radiating from her through the thin layers of fabric, your hands land on her thighs either side of you. Almost without thinking, you tilted your hips upward again, seeking her out, a sharp moan escaping your lips at the sensation.

Ellie's breath caught sharply. Her eyes fluttering shut to revel in it. A low, strangled sound escaped her—somewhere between a gasp and a whimper—as she moved to grip your hips. "Fuck," she rasps, her voice cracking slightly. She pulls away from the kiss, her forehead resting against yours, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hands slide up your torso, stopping at your collarbone, her thumbs brushing over your pulse point. the look she gives you makes your thighs clench.

"Shit, i didn't-" she starts, then stops, swallowing hard. "are you sure you-"

 "Fuck, Ellie please,” you whine, the pressure between your thighs already becoming too much to bear, “don't stop."

Her usual confidence falters, replaced by something raw and unguarded. Her body responds instantly, her hips grinding down against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm. A shudder runs through her, and she lets out a ragged sigh, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer for another kiss—this one even hungrier than the last. "God, you taste so sweet...," she gasps between kisses, her voice a mix of frustration and desire. "so fuckin' perfect-"

But she doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, she tilts her head, kissing you again, deeper, her tongue slipping past your lips in a slow, wet stroke that leaves you both breathless. Your back arches into her and you release a high pitched whine, "nngh, faster- Ellie."

Her hands dig into your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer as she responds to your pleas with a hum that vibrates deep in her chest. "God, you're so fuckin' loud," she mumbles against your mouth, her voice laced with a mix of and want. She moves against you, grinding harder, her hips rolling with purpose, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

"Shit, don’t stop,"

"Yeah? You like that?" she urges, her voice a growl, her hips slamming into yours with purpose. "let go baby."

She kisses you again, deep and messy, her tongue sweeping against yours as you shudder beneath her. And when you finally come, she doesn't stop moving-she rides it out with you, her own breath hitching, her body trembling with the force of it.

Her hands tighten on your hips, her nails leaving tiny crescents in your skin as she rocks against you, matching your rhythm, pushing you further, harder. Her breath is ragged, her voice low and rough. she leans in, her lips grazing your ear as she whispers, "you gonna cum for me baby?" you can only muster a pathetic moan in response, angling your hips up to meet hers.