Gods, you were adorable when you were angry. Clarisse hadn’t expected to find you standing at her cabin door this morning. She’d opened the door with a raised brow and an amused smirk. You looked nervous. Determined, but nervous. And when you asked her to train you, she’d pretended to be reluctant. Mostly to keep some semblance of control over the situation, because truthfully? The idea of getting her hands on you like that, legitimately, was too tempting to turn down.

You were her girlfriend, after all. Secretly, sure, but hers nonetheless. The secrecy made it hotter, more exciting, if anything. But it also meant that showing up at her cabin unannounced? Bold. And Clarisse couldn’t help herself. If you were going to throw caution to the wind, then fine. She’d throw something else.

Like you, for example.

The moment you stepped into the arena, Clarisse decided to stop holding back. Not because she wanted to humiliate you, maybe a little, but mostly because you were just so damn fun to mess with. She pulled every dirty trick she knew, twisted out of your holds with ease, and countered with techniques you hadn’t even learned yet. You were frustrated, and it showed.

Each time you missed, each time you hit the dirt, you looked more and more ready to explode. And then finally you snapped.

You stood there, panting, and let her have it. Words flying, voice raised, a full-on rant that should’ve pissed her off. But it didn’t. Clarisse could hardly keep the grin off her face. This was exactly what she wanted. You, fired up and full of emotions, all because of her. Clarisse had never wanted you more. When you finally ran out of steam, panting in frustration, you shouted, “Can you say something?!”

She took a single step forward. Close enough that her breath brushed your ear. “Go on,” she murmured. “Scream at me, baby.” And damn if she didn’t mean every word. Because she found this ridiculously hot.