Someone wrote in [personal profile] skyrimkinkmeme 2013-08-14 05:43 am (UTC)

Say It (3/?)

“That's your practice blade, right?” Signy asked, feeling her wiry muscles trembling in nerves and anticipation. Argis had been right: a dragon could not be contained. The promise of a sparring match, of some real physical activity, of a good fight with her Housecarl, was enough to have her very heart soaring.

“Of course it is,” Argis grumbled, a bit gruff. Signy bit her tongue, immediately regretting her words. Argis had trained with a sword all his life; he knew what he was doing a great deal better than her. “I'm smarter than that, Signy.”

“Right, sorry,” she said, wishing she hadn't blurted the question out. She wasn't thinking clearly – too much of her heart was set on this fight.

“No, 'sfine,” Argis mumbled, twirling his dull-bladed sword in one great hand effortlessly. “Let's just start with some light exercises, to warm up the muscles.”

“Okay!” Signy chirped, getting into a ready stance. Her eagerness must have shown on her face, because Argis immediately chuckled.

Light exercises, Signy,” he emphasized, dropping his own weight and settling in his stance. A soft blush colored Signy's cheeks – she hadn't meant to appear so overzealous! And besides that, Argis was quite a sight in such tight leather. Her eyes ate up the swell of his well-conditioned muscles and the narrow taper of his hips even as she felt embarrassed for doing so.

Argis moved in first, leading with a rather obvious strike from around outside. Signy moved her sword just enough to block it, raising her arm when her Housecarl followed up with a high strike from outside. Deciding to take the initiative this time, she stepped forward with a cut that sliced down toward Argis' midsection; the man parried easily, redirecting her into an opening toward his left shoulder.

Those four strikes were all the pair needed to fall into a light, measured rhythm, with Argis blocking then striking, using his martial expertise to set Signy up for a perfect combination, deflect it, and carry on the rhythm. Soon, neither Thane nor Housecarl were thinking on anything at all; the near-musical beat of metal on metal was all-consuming.

A warm sweat began to crease Signy's brow, and she could see Argis' face beginning to glisten from perspiration, too. She blocked the next strike and returned the blow effortlessly, wondering when, if ever, the man was going to take it up a notch. She was already warmed up, dammit all, and she wanted to fight!

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