Coffee Time [Stu]

[THE Justin]

He smiled as he saw her all to the ground, but then frowned as he suddenly felt himself crashing forwards. He tumbled, and then realized she had kicked out his feet. The chair fell away with his momentum, and that he had dropped it, clattering towards the ground nearby.

As he fell he braced himself so that he would land on top of her. Crashing down on top of her, he drove both fists downwards towards her abdomen, hopefully scoring a hit. Upon hitting the ground, regardless of what she did, he would attempt to role away to his left, getting away from her before reformulating an attack pattern.

He was surprised she would turn her dodge into a counter, and he was smitten that she wouldn't hold back against him. As long as she didn't get underhanded, he would be happy.

[Sara Quinn]

Her feet connected and down he came, just as planned. And thankfully, the chair fell away as well. That was a relief, that could have been a huge problem. She heard it clatter to the ground, and instinctively looked to see where it feel when he crashed down on her abdomen with his fists.

The air was forced from her body and she curled inwards instinctively to clutch her stomach. As soon as he rolled off of her, she rolled onto her right side, keeping him in her sight. That had been a shock. A stupid one. She needed to pay more attention. She should have easily been able to see that coming and countered, and yet... She needed to step it up.

She quickly planted her right foot, placing her rind hand on her knee, and used it to push off the ground at him. It was time to finish that punch. She drew her right fist back, and as soon as she was close enough, planted her left foot and slammed her fist forward for his abdomen.

[THE Justin]

He was up before her, having not had to catch his breath. He watched as she came forwards after getting herself together, and he smiled.

She was doing it again.

She had a habit of hitting low, though it made sense since she was shorter than he. He reached out and grabbed at her wrist, and should it connected, he'd pull her close, and then twirl her, lowering her down in his arms. He would hold her here in this semi romantic position, hopefully throwing her off long enough to keep her there.

And as he lowered closer, he would come close to kissing her, before dropping her completely, and placing a foot on her chest.

If the twirl didn't work, and she resisted, he'd just turn the twirl into a throw, which he knew she hated. If it worked, it'd enrage her more, hopefully leading to more bad fighting decisions.

[Sara Quinn]

Her fist slammed forward, and she again cursed how small she was. If she was taller, the punch would have gone for his chest or something, but with his height, it was an abdomen shot. On top of that, she was forced to initiate the attack. And she hated doing that. She was far better at countering and using their openings to her advantage. So this was a double negative for her attack.

So of course, she wasn't surprised when he grabbed her wrist. What did surprise her was the twirl he added when he pulled her close, lowering her down like they were dancing. It completely threw her off, both in mind and in body. Her balance was off, and unless he pulled her up, she was going to fall flat on her back. She doubted he would help her.

But then his head dropped lower, coming closer to her face, and she froze, mouth slightly open in shock, her heart beat picking up a notch. What was this now?! This wasn't fighting! This was... underhanded!

And of course, he dropped her. She landed hard on her back with a thud, but the broad area she had landed on made it slightly better. Until his foot dropped onto her chest. She grunted, her hands reaching up to grasp his leg. She was very limited in options here.

Her hands would reach for his knee, moving to grasp it tightly with both hands, and pull forward to bend it. At the same time, her legs would lift, feet together, to slam into what ever she could reach and push him forward. The combination should have been enough to drop him. It would probably result in him landing on her, but atleast if that happened, she should have more to work with then.

[THE Justin]

He smiled. He had 'conquered' the girl, foot on chest. But then she started clamoring for him.

She tugged, and he let the knee bend, but on so he could drive his arm downwards, fist clenched. She would be pulling down the mass that would end her, but he wasn't aiming for a punch. No, that was just deceitful, a ploy, though one that would perhaps end the exchange.

As he came downwards, he bent, pulling his knee into an edge, a bludgeoning tool. He would fall directly onto her chest, his knee attempting to drive home the point that he would not lose. Should he miss, and she push his knee back for whatever reason, the fist was aimed to hit her in the head, with just as much, if not more force.

[Sara Quinn]

His knee bent, and she watched, horrified as he dropped his fist down towards her. Instinctively, her hands left his leg, her arms moving up to cover her face. Her eyes closed as she braced for impact, her head turning to the side.

This had not been very smart, as it left her chest open, and nothing to block the knee that dropped down onto her. As it landed, she coughed out in pain, the air once again forced from her lungs. This sucked. She had gone from having a good chance at winning, to being on the loosing end. She needed to think of something quick.

Her arms moved to push at his knee to get him off of her, her fear of the fist that still hadn't come pushing her to thrash under him in an insane attempt to get away. Her mind had gone into a fight or flight mode, and she wanted out from under him. She was briefly aware of how stupid she must look, so she tried to cover it, by gritting her teeth and staring up at him in mock anger.

[THE Justin]

She flailed while attempting to show anger, but Stu was having none of it. He pressed his full weight down, his mind screaming to end this fight for the last time, wanting her to stop thrashing and give up, he was dominating her.

Her hands pushed at his knee, which let let fall away, but this only gave him a better place to attack. He was now straddling her at her at her waist, a dominating position, his power in full view. He struck forth with one fist, directly at her chest where his knee had formerly been. Then a strike towards her face, followed by another one at her chest.

He continued striking randomly about her upper region, hands and fingers bashing around the area where most men focused their attention. Stu wasn't doing it to be mean, but she had challenged him, and once again, he wanted to show her that he was good, and that he was strong.

[Sara Quinn]

Well, unfortunately, he seemed to be having none of her mock anger. She took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down and think. She didn't want to lose to him, and she wasn't going to. She just needed to think.

When his pushed down on her with his full weight, her mind woke up, suddenly clearing so she could think. She continued to push at his knee, and felt a thrill of triumph when it feel away. But the thrill was short lived, as he suddenly shifted, straddling her at waist level. He was heavy to. But she could work with this. She was flexible, and if she was careful, pulling this next move off wouldn't be a problem... unless he did something to distract her. Which of course he did~

His fists dropped down at her face and chest, alternating. Her arms moved up to protect her face, leaving her chest open. Sara wasn't vain, but she didn't appreciate someone messing her face up. She could hide bruises on her chest, but not on her face. He should know better. He was strong, and his attack hurt. Badly. She needed to act quickly, before he got one good hit that knocked her out.

Her legs lifted, using his weight on her abdomen as an anchor to pull her legs higher. One heave and she would try to wrap her legs around either his chest area, or, if his arms got in the way, his neck. She didn't know if it would work, he was much taller then her, and stronger, and she didn't know whether she would have the strength to pull him backwards like she had planned.

If everything worked though, her legs would wrap around his neck or chest, tugging him backwards. His knees would remain bent, and she would pull him back as far as she could, hopefully keeping him from moving because of the bent legs at her sides. And... In return for hitting her face? Her fist would slam down on his now wide open crotch area for good nut shot~

[THE Justin]

Stu laughed as he continued to hit her, a bit of his more dangerous side leaking out. He reigned it in, slowing his punches, when he felt something tug at his neck.

Her legs. Fuck.

The lithe girl's legs wrapped around his head, and pulled him back. He instinctively covered his most precious of areas, but the shot given pushed his hand right into it. It hurt like all hell, but it was a lot less worse than it could've been.

He uncoiled his legs from her sides, now laying on top of her as she bent him backwards. His hands moved away from his body, as he twisted off of her, grabbing her legs at his neck in the process. He grasped them, and with all his might, attempted to lift her with his rising him, using her grasp on his neck to his advantage. If this continued for long he'd run out of breath, but he wasn't anticipating keeping her legs there.

As he stood he would attempt to twist her around so that she was in front of him, instead of behind. Strong arms would then try to push her again, hoping that the sudden centrifugal force would send her sprawling away from him.

If not, and he couldn't get her moving, he would instead just start punching her in the stomach, removing her ability to continually breathe. He was aware that more crotch punishment could be inflicted, but then again, the thought of her hands near his most sacred of appendages kinda made him happy.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara's clenched fist slammed down on his... goods, but he had managed to cover them with his hands. She let out an audible growl of frustration, knowing that had he not done that, she would definitely be the victor... Or so she liked to think.

And, to top it off, he managed to maneuver his legs so that they were no longer bent and stuck at her sides. Dammit! She refused to lose to him! But she still had him pinned right?! She could still do this!

Wrong... She found herself lifted and twisted so that she was hanging by her legs in front of him. Dammit... She tried to pull herself upwards. No matter what happened, in this position, it couldn't be good... Not at all. If he dropped her, she would either land on her head, or her shoulder blades. And he could definitely help her along to make it worse. She could only hope he wasn't that mean.

She felt him try to push her away, but she tightened her grips with her legs around his neck and place her hands on the ground to steady herself. Not that it was much help with their height difference, but it worked. Then, before he could do anything else, she would tense her stomach and pull herself up, her hand grabbing onto her legs. She would haul herself up, and hopefully eventually manage to grab onto his hair.

If she could manage that, then she would use his hair to pull herself up completely, sitting on his shoulders, her... naughty part right in his face. She would be off balance, and she was slightly afraid of heights, and her hands would grasp and tug at his hair, unfortunately, most likely pressing his face harder into her lower stomach... region. This... Wasn't exactly what she had wanted, but it would be better then the dangers she would face hanging off him like she had been, and she had more pressing matters to worry about. And then, when she had her bearings, she would beat the back of his head with her fists.

[THE Justin]

Stu's blows came quickly, but only helped strengthen her resolve, allowing her to grab her legs and pull herself, her legs straddling his head as she pressed into his face. Immediately his face went red as she pushed his head into her lower regions, and he breathed heavily into her.

He grabbed with both hands to hold her up as she continually pushed his head into her, his mouth opening and nibbling lightly, trying to maybe catch her off balance... or so he wanted to convince himself. To be honest, he was having trouble standing with all the lust that coursed through his body.

Hands shot upwards to grab at her chest to try and push her off him, and off of him, perhaps onto the table that they were near. If he succeeded in forcing her off him, he would immediately try to grab her wrists and prevent her from continually attacking him standing between her legs, holding her against the table.

Oh god the sexual innuendo.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara managed to pull it off, with relatively no problems. She was now sitting on his shoulders, his face pressed hard into her. Despite her urge to hang on tightly, and her trying to land blows to his shoulders and the back of his head, she couldn't keep the blush off her face. This was quite... interesting. This fight had suddenly taken a very strange turn... And she couldn't quite say she hated it. It was quite fun to say the least.

But that was beyond the point! Sara was a fighter, and this was a fight! His hands moved to push her up, making her jump, clutching him harder, afraid she was going to fall. ~So much for brave Sara~

And was that... nibbling...?! She froze in shock and... and what..? NOTHING! Thats what! She tried to ignore it, but it was... She pulled his hair harder, pulling him closer to... keep herself from falling. ~Mhm~

His arms snaked around her, grabbing her torso and dropping her backwards off his shoulders onto a table. The air was forced from her lungs with how hard shit it, her head bouncing of the table top.

The blow to her head threw her off, disorienting her, and she instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist as she groaned. She felt him grab her wrists, and she forced her eyes open, pulling against his hands, her back arching.

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And then she realized how wrong this must look... But....

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What were they doing...? Were they still fighting? They must be... She unwrapped her legs from his waist and pulled them in. She would plant them on his lower stomach and push as she pulled on his grip on her wrists, arching her back, her arms going above her head.

[THE Justin]

Stu blushed heavily as he was in the sexually evocative position. He grinned foolishly as she planted both feet on his stomach and pushed, sending him flying backwards, however, with her in tow, as he latched on with both hands to her wrists even harder, pulling her with him.

They did a slight tumble roll onto the ground, her now on top, he still grasping onto her wrists, pulling her ontop of him. He landed with an oomph, air being pressed out of his lungs by her sudden landing on his stomach.

He looked up to see her straddling him, and he coughed again, her form outlined nicely on on top of him, something he'd like to see more of...

He tried to shake the thought, but it was too much. He pulled downwards so that she would be brought closer, and if it succeeded, he'd grab her by the head next, and pull her in, his lips closing to meet hers, his other hand trailing down to her hips and pulling her closer to him more.

Wow.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara had underestimated the strength of his grasp on her wrists when she pushed him away from her. He went flying backwards. That was good. She went flying with him. Not good.

They tumbled, finally coming to a stop with her on top. She tried to move her hands to her head, the tumble having disorientated her already battered head, but she realized he still had a hold of her wrists.

She opened her eyes and stared down at him, slightly confused, her shadow falling across him. This was... She wouldn't mind this... She felt her face flush, heat burning in the pit of her stomach as she stared down at him, her eyes meeting his. But this wasn't right... She wasn't looking for... This... She let her gaze drop, feeling confused and... surprise surprise~, small, as she straddled him.

She needed to get these thoughts out of her head, and get back to beating his ass~ ... Haha, beating his ass... Love to have him beat my... Aw shit... This couldn't be good...

Before she could even move, he took the initiative, pulling her closer. Sara was a shy girl, and she froze, her eyes wide, letting him pull her down, his hand moved to her hair, pressing his lips against hers. She was in shock, her heart beating out of her chest, the heat moving from her stomach to between her legs.

She felt his hand move to her hip, her body betraying her and arching against his touch. After that? She gave up holding back, atleast for now. Her eyes closed and she opened her mouth to him, teasingly at first, then faster, more urgently. Her mind was spinning.

Someone behind her shouted, and her mind slammed back into reality. What was she doing?! What the hell was she thinking?! Her eyes flew open, her now free hand pushing against his shoulder as she pulled away, pushing her head against his hand in her hair. Nu uh, this was a fight, and she was going to finish it.

She glared down at him wondering if she could just pretend she hadn't kissed back. Maybe... He hadn't noticed? Oh damn, that had been to good... BAD! That had been bad! Her free hand moved from his shoulder, fisted and flew in from the side to slam into his face. Ya... She could pretend she hadn't done that... Good plan in her eyes.

But wow...

[THE Justin]

The lips he sought allowed him access, their tongues flittering against each other delicately, like two lovers dancing. He smiled as he tasted her, semi sweet, the faint taste of the day's coffee still strong on her tongue.

She pulled away, and he watched her. He received a quick punch to the face, rocking his face to the side. He turned his head back to her, and he smiled devilishly. He made no more attempts to fight right this second, instead, his hands rested at her hips suggestively, squeezing lightly.

"You can't tell me you didn't like it."