16681/Training and flirting

Training and flirting
Date of Scene:	19 January 2025
Location:	The Blue Lady, Fort Joseph
Synopsis:	Faith and Thomas have a brief spar and then go off to play monopoly...
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Faith Lehane

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Thomas Raith has posed:
there are several advantages for a White Courtier to be dating a Slayer. A steady diet of the richest life source energy being right at the top. But there are advantages in reverse as well, not the least of which is having a full on White Prince at the hight of his power to train agienst. Bare chested and smirking, Thomas brandishes his cavelry Saber, smirking. "Well come on little Slayer, are you sure you want this?" He asks with a grin.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane smirks, flexing her muscles as she stretches her legs and arms to warm up. Hardly shy in any sense of the word she is dressed in a leather bra top that shows more cleavage than necessary and skin tight black leather pants that ride low on her hips. "Careful sweetheart, you wouldn't want to offend me. I ain't pretty when I get mad.." She's armed with those funky clawed combat gloves he once gifted her for her birthday, circling him like a deadly lioness. "But maybe you like when I'm mad.." she grins, launching forward to take a swipe at his mid section.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith parries with the blade in his hand smirking. "I've had you ay every emotion lover, mad is defiantly one of my favorites." His eyes are much in the white range, letting her know that he isn't holding back either. A few testing swings of his saber in her direction as well. Feeling out her defenses. Playful but at the same time aggressive. "So what sort of stakes you wanna put on this... loser makes the winner dinner, naked?"

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane laughs, darting in and out, moving fluidly, gracefully as if she's dancing instead of fighting. "Ooh, do you really want me to cook for you? Can't guarantee that you'd survive my cooking but I think you'd be more distracted than anything.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit. "Well you can just order us Chinese then." He says playfully. He tries to thrust his blade between two of her claws and twist into a bind, though withdrawing quickly if the move doesn't go smoothly... "Of course you win and you could have me in nothing but my little bow tie you like...

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane laughs, twirling out of. the way, "Sooo, you just want me to dance around in the kitchen, pretends to cook while ordering take out?" she makes a face, although in her arrogance he does catch her wuth those blades! pulling her in towards him, losing her balance.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith uses her bound arm to pull it around behind her back and holds her tight to his chest. "Now..." He says with a smirk on his lips, "A casual observer might think we are at a stalemate hear but..." And the White Courtier leans down to kiss the Slayer... but not a normal romantic kiss, or even playful one... This one is laced with so much Hunger that if it were any other White Courtier, it would be reasonably called an attack.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane grins, "Upoing the stakes huh?" she winks at him but is suddenly pulled towards him and with that hunger she doesn't bother restating, groaning as she presses against him, head tilted back, eyes closed as she kisses him hungrily, grinding her body against his..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith breaks the kiss slowly biting her lip as he does, eyes now much closer to white then blue. "Do you submit Slayer?" He asks in a playful but very strong voice... A little challenge to it as well. It's still a spar, but he is definatly upping the level of it... like Martial arts going full contact..

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane grits her teeth, clutching his hands tightly, nails digging in to his hands, finding it hard to fight him. "Heh, you wish.."

She hisses, sticking out her leg, trying to trip him while twisting her body to the side, trying to throw him to the ground. Or at least unbalance him if she can..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith drops his saber falling backwards with her and sliding his hands around her back and over her stomach... Those Hands... that skin to skin contact designed to be literally mind numbing. What is it Thomas likes to say? Never play fair, too easy to lose that way. His eyes staring up at her like burning ice. "Oh, do you want to be on top this time?" Bringing the full Hunger of a White Courtier Prince to bear on her mind, body, and hormones.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane groans and shivers as they fall together, uttering a few choice swear words as her mind goes fuzzy...She's no longer even thinking about fighting or practice as she gives in to his touch, groaning as she grinds against him, pressing more hungry kisses on his mouth.