The Captain's head flew to the side as her palm connected with his cheek with a very satisfying<em>smack!</em>leaving an angry red welt on the tanned skin.  He blinked, his ears ringing for a moment, and shook his head once or twice, trying to get rid of the double vision.<br/><br/>When the world as seen through each of his eyes finally slid once more into sync, he glanced at Kuno's outraged expression, and grinned.  She was absolutely enticing: her eyes were flashing, her nostrils flared, her lips drawn into a thin, pursed line.  He couldn't tell if she was more upset with him for inflicting himself on her as he did--or for stopping.<br/><br/>He studied her for a moment, that dangerous, lazy grin twisting his lips into an insouciant smile; his pupils twin coffee beans in dark circles of kohl.<br/><br/>And then he pounced.<br/><br/>His hands seized her wrists, wrenching them apart and pinning them back to the wall.  He pressed his bulk against her own, trapping her and foisting his very masculine scent, a<em>mélange</em>of sweat, the ocean, dusty leather, and rum, upon her.  He pressed his lips against her own, flattening them with the forcefulness of the kiss.  One knee shot forward into her dress, wedging itself between her legs and nudging them apart.<br/><br/>(Does this qualify as a combat situation? If so, the only cliché I can use would be Swashbuckling Pirate Captain (3) which would put him at a disadvantage against Kuno's Sexy Ninja Babe (4). )