Prompt #1. I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth
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Hanzo’s breaths are labored and heavy. His hands position in front of him, ready as he watched you vigilantly. There was always something about the arrogance in your movements when dodging and striking with assurance drove him wild. A streak of competitiveness that befalls him as he has yet to win a fight against you.
Though, now, he believes he has finally got you. With a feign intention in his movements and sweep of his steps, your legs give our from under you before his large hands take a hold of your wrists and pin them above your head. His body presses you to the padded walls of the training room with no space to readjust. The feel of victory evident in the smirk he holds. His eyes look to your face for the gauged reaction, the impressed surprise filling him with pride.
“Congrats, Hanzo.” The words sound like music to his ears. That is, until his gaze falls the curve of your lips pulled up into a smile. The clench of this muscles easing as he becomes enraptured in a stare. It would be so easy to lean in and take a kiss from you. Maybe one so fierce similar to the way you two spar or, rather, one so gentle it might even surprise him? He pulls back when your tongue pokes out to lick at the dryness.
That arrogance of yours thickening the air once more. “Something caught your eye?”
He scoffs, playing it off as if you hadn’t caught him. The archer lifts you enough to gather your footing before releasing your hands. “Nonsense, I was simply relishing in my victory.”
He clears his throat when you raise a brow. The two of you center yourselves in the on training floor and get into defensive positions. “In that case, I wouldn’t mind celebrating another.” You retort.
The traces of a smile form at the ends of his scowl. “I do hope that means you will not go easy on me.” He quips.
“Never.” You gasp dramatically. He catches the way your eyes languidly look over him. “If you really want something, then you have to work for it.” Your focus lands back on his eyes and vice versa. “Though, who knows. I might reward you next time.”
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