when the man she proclaimed to be a skeezeball slipped his arms around her waist, she reacted as expected. for, though she had come to trust the man with things far greater than her own life, as an ally, as a warrior, she knew she could trust him to catch her when she fell, however, as a man, she held no such trust in his sometimes capable hands.
soft words were whispered into her ear, sultry and thick as his voice always was, almost sexual in a way catered exactly towards getting a rise, riling a reaction, out of the inexperienced young woman, and as predicted, he shifted ever closer, the warmth of his bare chest and thighs pressing well against her own frozen, jerky limbs.
her knees and elbows locked, and, starting in her fingertips, a shiver carried up and down her spine, through her veins, freezing her nerves and boiling her blood.
for it was not as if she was uncomfortable with the invasion of her space. she held her most important person just over her heart at all times. even mako, a treasured friend, gave little respect to the boundaries ryuko had designated as her own.
she had grown used to it, affection in the form of touches. though, she was still a child, though her heart and mind had aged beyond her physical limits with the years of stress she had lived through, she had not aged mentally, had not gone through the experiences that would figuratively make her into a woman.
she had barely just gained confidence in her own body, and an indifference towards what others thought of it. she was no exhibitionist, but she was proud of the form she had grown into.
and as her teacher, he had mentioned time in and time out he would be willing to teach her.
and sometimes, when he caught her gaze and held her close, in the darkness and the weakness and the times where only he could see her wide eyes and neglected, childish, fearful self still shining through, she could almost take him up on that offer.
though their friendship carried far beyond the thought of being just allies, though he saw her as a woman, it was forever a physical attraction.
that was not a path she was ready to travel, so instead, she reacted as she always did, her slow, relaxed breaths heating up, speeding up, the flush growing heavy in her cheeks as her growl did in her voice, her fingers balling into fists over the hands he’d laced together just under the swell of her breasts.
( oi, pervert. i told ya’ i ain’t interested in your private lessons. hands off. )
( you’re actin’ damn needy today, and i don’t understand why. this ain’t like ya’, stripper sensei. i get it, shit is gettin’ heavy, but i ain’t your little girl, i ain’t somethin dad left behind for ya’ ta’ protect, so stop tryin’ ta’ take me under your wing. just do what i asked ya’ to do so many times. watch my back, ya’ stupid stripper, watch my back, and i’ll watch yours, and — we’ll be ok, we’ll make it out, yeah? )