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[iwouldnt_fear]

Why am I so good at what I do? Is it because my training started an nine years old? Is it because I studied under some of the greatest fighters in the world? Is it because I've had plenty of chances to use these skills, offensive and defensivley? Hell, it may well be that when I get bored, I train. I train and train and train. The classes

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[sean_donovan]

Sneaking around her, I sat indian-style trying to do the same.
She finished and whipped around, looking at me, shocked.
"...What? I just came here to work off some steam."
I looked at her, putting on my innocent 'don't hurt me' face.
"Is there something wrong?"

[iwouldnt_fear]

I finally sense him and whip around, opening my eyes to see him. How in the world did he get in here without me hearing him? I'm starting to seriously wonder about my focus lately.

"how long have you been sitting there?"

I sigh a little and decide to let it go, a little nervous about practicing infront of him. Tai' Chi is not exactly the training method I'm most proud of, while it is important to maintaining my skill, it looks incredibly pansy ass in practice.

[sean_donovan]

I looked up at her, still fully adorable.
"About a minute."
I saw her prepare for Tai'Chi.
Oh, my. I hadn't pegged her as the type.
Hm.

She started, and I moved with her, blocking every move she made with my own, making this 'dance' as it were, into a practice.
Soon, the pace started quickening. She catches on quickly..

[iwouldnt_fear]

He starts countering my moves and a little smile creeps around the corner of my mouth. I completely prefer practicing against someone to practicing on my own. The moves were predictable, yeah, but there's nothing boring about facing someone down.

I decide to show him a little of what I can do and I pick up the pace, acting quicker so he'd have to react quicker. I'd but a little force behind the blows, but my perception of my own strength has never been very good and when I let it go a little I'm liable to hurt someone.

[iwouldnt_fear]

I roll my eyes and knock on the door.

"Sean, don't be a wanker."

I just learned that word, actually...it sounds right for the situation. What, he can't bend for me this once? I'm the one who actually took the initiative of seducing him, afterall...

[sean_donovan]

A knock.
"Suddenly, I heard a tap. As of someone rapping, Rapping on my chamber door. Oh, is that you, Sam?"
I opened the door again.
..Hmm..she usually takes initiative.
"Come in, shall you? It's awful lonely in here by my lonesome."

[iwouldnt_fear]

I smile begrudingly and step inside.

"see now, was that so hard?"

I lean in and kiss him lightly, my lips brushing his and my fingers coming up to play with the bottom of his t-shirt.

[sean_donovan]

Oh no, Ohhh no. nonono.
I was making my way to the shower. Yes.
Hmm... the shower...

"I wonder how much it would take you to possibly shower with me? You see.. I have some trouble getting the..hard to reach places.."
I blushed, hoping she'd find me adorable and take the bait.

[sean_donovan]

I studied her face.
Uncertainty, anger..fear.
Ugh. What IS IT with American women that they can't take something for what it means?!?
"Dear, if a man says he's thinking of 'nothing', he means it. Take me LITERALLY for once, would you? You're being rash, because you're trying to get me under the sheets. I can understand that, you're not bad looking yourself. When I do something nice, sensitive or unAmerican male, you act confused. Are all men so sexist, disgusting and evil, as well as womanizing? For one, I'm not! I am actually concerned! I. Care. About your well being. Is that so hard for you to understand?"

[iwouldnt_fear]

Despite the fact that his words are encouraging, I can't help but be ruffled by his tone, I hate being treated like I don't know anything. How does he know he's not the one who doesn't know anything?

"maybe I'm acting confused because I am confused, I don't know where I stand with you, why would I know that?"

[sean_donovan]

"Oh, considering what we did a few nights ago, I have no idea where I stand with you. I don't know what men you've "been with" before now, but I'm not the type to do god-knows-what with a woman and just leave. What standing do you need?"

[iwouldnt_fear]

"I thought- I thought it was just going to be fun, ya know? We could have fun together. But- I've never met anyone like you...so I really don't know how this works, what we're supposed to do..."

God, I sound like a rambling idiot right now. Oh wait, that's what I am, an idiot, who's currently rambling. There's no way he could really understand any of this, but I'm still trying to get the point across. Why? Beats me.

"I just- what do you want?"