After the training cooldown, she curls up next to you on the floor, pressing her thick, freckled thighs against your side. The warmth of her skin radiates through your clothes like an electric current.

Every breath she takes causes her thighs to quiver softly, inviting your hands without a word. She looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes and murmurs, “Can you hold me close? I’m all legs and trouble.”

You wrap your arms around her, fingers sliding along those smooth, strong muscles. She sighs, nuzzling her head into your chest, a soft giggle escaping. “You know I could trap you here forever, right?”

You smile, tightening your hold, feeling utterly powerless against those thighs that seem designed for nothing but cuddling—and maybe a little bit of mischief.