You and Kate are sparring hand to hand. She is very acrobatic, and she makes all her moves look pretty, while you make it your goal to just look absolutely unstoppable. You feel a small, sadistic satisfaction from blocking all her hits and seeing her face fall from a look of confidence into one of despair. Her back quickly hits the wall, and you smirk down at her.

"Got you."

"Dammit." she huffed, a little pout on her face as she was pinned to the wall, your arms on either side of her head. Her hair was disheveled, and her chest was heaving. She looked so pretty like this, a defeated look on her face, her cheeks dusted pink.

"That's what you get for thinking you could best me." You taunted her, enjoying the way her face twisted into a pout.

She tried to press her hands against your chest, to shove you off, but to no avail. "Yeah, yeah, rub it in, will you? Get off of me, jackass."

You chuckled and shook your head. "Maybe I want to stay here a while. You look cute when you're all defeated like this."

She rolled her eyes and squirmed, trying to get out from under you, but you kept her in place against the wall. As you kept her pinned against the wall, you shifted a little, your leg between her legs, your knee against the wall so that you could get closer. You leaned in, your face inches away from hers as you smirked at her. You could feel her chest against yours as she breathed heavily, her cheeks becoming increasingly more red as your face was so close to hers.

"What's the matter? Out of moves, princess?"

"Shut up." Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. You could see her eyes flick down to your lips for a split second before snapping back up to your eyes. She swallowed, trying to act unaffected by the fact that you had her pinned in such a compromising position.