<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h215/wontsubmit/waterson1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Qiang Nuo<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near the Courts (After the Daken fight)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ragnar, Open<br/><br/>There was no blush to her cheeks when first she felt the firmness.  Yet the more she maneuver and pushed on his arm, pressing his limb to cut off his own airway the hardness was there.  Her own hips and pelvis sliding between his thighs, pressuring upward and then down with rhythmic thrusts.  From deep within her body came the same hunger and sensation she had felt during her fight with Daken.  Tremors slipped down her spine and her senses seemed to grow sharper, more aware of the closeness of the man before her.  Softly now she let her tongue slide over her lips, unconsciously drawing moisture over those tiers before she leaned down to apply pressure to the limb.  One arm moved to snake around, attempting to secure the lock of his arm.  This of course drew their bodies even closer.<br/><br/>When he curled his legs to her rear there was the full curve and firmness to rest upon.  Slowly she worked her feet beneath her so that those powerful legs could extend, pressing her body more forward against him and applying the pressure of her weight.  While she was slender the density of muscle made her heavier than she appeared.  Against his ear he could feel the heat of her breath and hear the gasps of physical exhilaration.  The scent of cookies and mint touched his nostrils along with the flowery scent of her washed hair and body.  Of course this was buried beneath the primal scent of her sweat and of a body at the peak of youth.  There was a near growl from her mouth, perhaps one of frustration or one of interest as she continued to wrestle with him on the ground.<br/><br/>“Youtube looks….easy than this.”<br/><br/>The white bandages on her hands were now darkened with blood from the wounds of the fight.  He could smell and taste them near his mouth now.  There would be scars to show, wounds to bear witness to her prowess now.  Yet now, so close he could appreciate the softness of a young body and the fullness of a woman body toned to a fighting prime.<br/>