Liam
I just want one more chance
Liam reached to grab Flora, knocking her dominant hand aside and twisting her in close. It was easy to pin her against his chest.
Too easy.
For a moment, he was confused. She melted against him, and he tensed, waiting for the inevitable counterstrike, because this was a spar and surely she was gearing up for some kind of retribution -
But it came in a manner that he most certainly did not expect: her hips pressing against him, her cheek ghosting across his chin, her free hand dipping towards the waistband of his shorts. Suddenly flustered, he almost dropped her to back away, especially as he realized that this was a beautiful woman pinned against him, and he hadn't been in quite this position in far too long. But he was a soldier, and if Flora wanted to play dirty, then so could he.
He slid his arm down from across her shoulders, brushing across her breasts to pin her dominant arm more firmly against her side. With one hand now free, he grabbed the hand that skimmed under the waistband of his shorts. His voice was a low rumble as he tugged her hand away, his breath ghosting across the shell of her ear. "Nice try," he murmured, tightening his grip. It pressed her closer against him, but he diligently did his best to ignore her supple curves - and mostly succeeded. "But now you're pinned. How are you going to get free now?"
Too easy.
For a moment, he was confused. She melted against him, and he tensed, waiting for the inevitable counterstrike, because this was a spar and surely she was gearing up for some kind of retribution -
But it came in a manner that he most certainly did not expect: her hips pressing against him, her cheek ghosting across his chin, her free hand dipping towards the waistband of his shorts. Suddenly flustered, he almost dropped her to back away, especially as he realized that this was a beautiful woman pinned against him, and he hadn't been in quite this position in far too long. But he was a soldier, and if Flora wanted to play dirty, then so could he.
He slid his arm down from across her shoulders, brushing across her breasts to pin her dominant arm more firmly against her side. With one hand now free, he grabbed the hand that skimmed under the waistband of his shorts. His voice was a low rumble as he tugged her hand away, his breath ghosting across the shell of her ear. "Nice try," he murmured, tightening his grip. It pressed her closer against him, but he diligently did his best to ignore her supple curves - and mostly succeeded. "But now you're pinned. How are you going to get free now?"
To put my arms in fragile hands
Table inspired by the lovely Skylark <3
