Communication is Violence
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This fight really didn't have a point to it. It didn't need one, with these two.
Fighting each other was, for these two, as natural to them as the air they drew in with ragged breaths and the sweat that seeped from their pores just a bit more freely with every smack and grunt that followed every punishing strike.
This was fortunate for both of them, because they had long since forgotten the reason for their uncouth brawling. For all they knew at this point there was a cookie jar involved.
Luvia had to release Rin's hair from the death grip she'd managed from behind to avoid a swift elbow strike that would have rammed right up into her chin and knocked her senseless. If she wasn't using Reinforcement, it might have even broken her face.
Oh, they tried to talk it out, but their conversations were conflicts in their own right; just another way to test each other, constantly on the lookout for any openings that might appear.
The blonde put every bit of her Reinforced strength into her arms and stance as she swung the dining room table down onto her black haired foe who just refused to stay down when she should be finished. Rather than break her rival, her rival broke the table as it slammed against her back, a stumble the only indication that she'd done more than give her a love tap.
A leg covered in ripped stocking shot out and took the blonde in the gut with a bare heel. Beyond discomfort by this point, her only response was to drop the remnants of table gripped in her hands and hold on tight to flesh and muscle.
“Guh-”
A tug, and balance was gone. Knuckles to the face made the fall equal, and the heir of Edelfelt found herself on the floor beneath her rival.
Her taunt was lost to a second hit in the face, this time a painful smack rather than a brutal fist. Her left cheek tingled in the aftermath, much more acute in the simplicity of the sensation than the dull soreness her Reinforced jaw. She couldn't help the abortive chuckle that escaped her breathless lungs.
Rin thought her point was made quite clear, and was about to let loose with a taunt of her own. In Japanese, just to make her opponent translate it in her head and waste precious time...
Then Luvia's hands were up in that girl's hair and pulling her down so that their foreheads would collide in a way she as the initiator was better suited to enduring than her opponent by far.
A cry of surprise heralded her opportunity, and she focused through the dizziness to flip them over and go for the pin. Fingers wrapped tight around arms and slid up them to her wrists; knees pressed to weigh down on a panting, adrenaline fueled body; magnificently curled hair hung loosely, cascading down between and around them and pooling with smooth ebon strands beneath them.
Even as sweat trickled down her face, her lips quirked up into a grin that only hinted at the white behind her lips.
Rin squirmed and struggled all the same, miniature skies glaring up at her enemy stubbornly amidst much gnashing of teeth, but she was out of her element now. Grappling was Luvia's specialty, and she had no intention of letting go again until this girl admitted defeat!
Slowly, the struggles slowed, and she felt the girl beneath her settle in to just catch her breath. She could not help but lean down closer, just out of range of any headbutting mimicry by her rival. Her own breathing was not steady.
Her exhaustion left her English fluency barely intact, stricken with her native accent. “Is... is this as far as you can go then... Miss Tohsaka?”
A feeble tug against the Edelfelt girl's grip.
“If I tried... what I had in mind...” Rin said between breaths, blinking only when her captor's hair brushed against her face, “... you'd call me out for foul play.”
Luvia took in a deep breath, savored the natural scent that could only arise from a hard fought demonstration of her skills, and tightened her grip a little more. Her voice was much steadier then. “A victory is a victory, as long as you do not violate the initial terms of the battle. So unless you would prefer to concede, I would suggest you stop holding ba-”
Anything else she may have wished to say was quite abruptly silenced by warm, soft lips pressing up against her own. Her eyes widened, her heart raced and pounded against her chest, and the sheer shock weakened her grip enough for Rin to spy an opportunity for escape.
…
She did not take advantage of it.
The kiss ended with furious blushing heat suffusing her skin, and a gasp for air. “H-How dare you? That was my first kiss, you little noita!”
Rin could not avoid her own show of embarrassment, or surprise, but that didn't get rid of the wicked smirk on her face. “Mm, well, that was mine too, so really this is only fair.”
Her opponent's admission made her blink and lean back to observe her properly. She shifted her weight, and let her legs rest on either side, rather than on top of her. To throw her first kiss away in a stratagem that she didn't even take advantage of? Madness. The exact sort of thing she'd expect from a Tohsaka. But...
Luvia scowled once the thought finished. “No. No, that was not your first kiss.”
She released Rin's wrists and grabbed both sides of her face. “This is,” she whispered, then kissed her right back with twice as much energy. The Tohsaka heir's words -of protest, encouragement?- were lost, and her free hands came up to tangle themselves in Luvia's soft locks. After a moment, she gave back as good as she received.
The prana-infused strength and durability that kept them going before ebbed away, and all that was left was two sore, exhausted young girls exploring this strange new form of conflict between them.
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Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.
Originally Posted by Lycodrake
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