we live in a world someone else imagined
She's not the only one who needs to catch her breath, Ronin having successfully knocked the wind out of himself now that she's astride him, and as she leans in as if to confess some kind of secret, he can't help but scoff and shake his head to her. "Me neither," he admits with a grin, "though maybe you should make sure that your opponent isn't armed before you go trying that again, okay?"
Ronin isn't armed, luckily (though really, with skills like the ones he possesses, is that ever true?), but as she sits back, pleased as punch, all curves and sweat and dark hair, it doesn't take a genius to figure out where all the blood is rushing. Clearing his throat, Ronin's smile turns a bit wry, and he glances down at himself. "You want me to show you how this grapple is done?" he asks.
Ronin isn't armed, luckily (though really, with skills like the ones he possesses, is that ever true?), but as she sits back, pleased as punch, all curves and sweat and dark hair, it doesn't take a genius to figure out where all the blood is rushing. Clearing his throat, Ronin's smile turns a bit wry, and he glances down at himself. "You want me to show you how this grapple is done?" he asks.
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