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"Best two out of three?" Xavier's soft smile is sharp with self-satisfaction as he releases her arm from the bind he has her in. She shakes her wrist and glowers at him, stepping away and rolling her shoulders.
"You're on." She accepts, getting into her stance. They had only recently started sparring together to keep their skills sharp; hunting wanderers doesn't usually involve hand to hand combat, but breaking up protocore smuggling rings while undercover requires a more intimate skill set. Xavier is irritatingly competent, but it makes her work harder to beat him and she can't deny that he's a good teacher. He nods at her to commence. She sweeps her leg, trying to get him off balance for a followup. He easily dodges before reaching past her for her arm again. Anticipating this, she pivots, catching the back of his knee with her leg and hooking it beneath him. He falls, using his momentum to roll onto his back, intending to spring back up. This time she's faster than him, straddling his thighs and pressing her weight down on him with her hands bracing against his hips.
Xavier's cheeks are already flushed from exertion but the pink blush creeps up his ears from where he looks up at her with wide navy blue eyes. Usually his gaze makes her fold immediately, but her position above him, and the modicum of spite for him besting her in their first round of sparring, has her feeling a little mean.
Still breathing heavily, she repositions so she sits directly over his groin, digging her fingers into the divots above his pelvis. His eyes flash; a gleam of light over cut sapphire. Xavier's brows twitch together and the ghost of a pout forms on his lips before his eyes widen as she grinds down on him. He tries to sit up, arms bracing on the mat but she pushes him back down with a firm palm on his chest.
"Is this how you're planning to catch protocore smugglers too?" Xavier scoffs, darkly. A storm cloud of jealousy coalescing above his head. He looks to the side, lower lip starting to jut out.
"It seems to be really effective, don't you think?" She stokes the flames of his jealousy, enjoying the affront in his gaze as he steals glances back up at her. As much as he pouts and complains, she can feel him hardening beneath her and she doubles down, humping slowly against his crotch through their clothes. Xavier swallows hard, still trying to look away and maintain his temper tantrum. She's seen his strength while fighting, read his physical fitness assessments at the Hunter's Association, and felt first hand the power contained in his lithe body, so she knows he could easily lift her off of him at any time if he wanted to.
But he's not.
Empowered by his acquiescence, she leans down, hands moving from his hips up to his shoulders and then back down along his arms to grab his wrists. She shoots him a sly smile as she slides them up the mat, pinning them above his head. Xavier's lower lip wavers, he bites it, sucking it into his mouth as she traces her index finger in lazy circles on his palm. She kisses from his chin to his jaw, sucking slightly at the soft pulse point under his ear. He squirms beneath her, hands halfheartedly fighting to free themselves. Bringing them together, she stretches her fingers to cross both wrists above his head and trails her free hand down his arm to caress his face.
"I wouldn't do this to anyone but you, partner. You know that." The assurances make the resolve in his eyes waver just a bit, but he's not willing to give up the insulted act just yet. "Why don't you let me prove it to you."
That gets his attention and he turns his head finally, soft voice slightly laboured from exertion and arousal, "Alright then."
She grins, kissing him softly. Xavier's sweet gasps and quiet moans tingle through her senses and kindle her arousal. She loves to kiss him like this, sticky and sweet, taking her time with him. Her hips grind down, rolling circles over him through their gym clothes and making a small wet spot on his shorts. She latches onto his throat, sucking and licking to mark him, claim him as hers. He arches, lifting his jaw to give her better access as his hips gently rut up against her core, drawing his length along her. She hums against his skin and tastes the salt from his sweat, fingers tangling in his damp hair. She pulls at the roots of his hair and his movements stutter as he gasps.
Feeling impatient, she kisses him firmly on the lips and releases his arms. She sits up, leaning back slightly and humping Xavier's bulge, bouncing on her thighs. His hands reach down, denting into her thighs where they bracket his hips, fingers clenching against the material of her leggings. They move together, the only sound in the gym is their heated breathes and the slide of fabric as they accelerate. Xavier's gasps crescendo and he ruts up against her, making her bounce atop him as he climaxes, cum leaking through the material of his shorts.
She keeps moving against him, making him twitch beneath her until warmth spreads through her abdomen and she slows to a halt. She collapses on top of him, both of their chests heaving. Xavier chuckles, a little out of breath.
"I suppose we can call it a tie today. Let's go shower."