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« Last post by Katherine Says on Today at 12:26:54 AM »Your shoulder slams into my midsection, but this time I’m ready for it.
The impact drives me back a half step, feet scraping against the tile, but instead of going airborne, I drop my weight hard—hips sinking, legs braced like pillars. Your arms cinch around my waist, and for a split second it feels like you might actually lift me.
I let out a sharp breath through my nose and hook one arm over your shoulder, the other sliding down to catch your thigh before you can fully drive through. “Nice try,” I mutter, teeth flashing in a grin that matches yours.
Using your forward momentum against you, I pivot my hips and twist, trying to redirect that explosive charge sideways instead of straight back. The bench rattles as we collide against it, metal legs screeching across the floor.
We don’t separate.
Instead, we’re locked tight—your shoulder pressed against my core, my forearm braced against your upper back, both of us straining for leverage. Muscles flex, breaths coming faster now, the playful edge still there but sharpened with real competition.
You wanted rough.
Now we’re testing who can actually control it.
The impact drives me back a half step, feet scraping against the tile, but instead of going airborne, I drop my weight hard—hips sinking, legs braced like pillars. Your arms cinch around my waist, and for a split second it feels like you might actually lift me.
I let out a sharp breath through my nose and hook one arm over your shoulder, the other sliding down to catch your thigh before you can fully drive through. “Nice try,” I mutter, teeth flashing in a grin that matches yours.
Using your forward momentum against you, I pivot my hips and twist, trying to redirect that explosive charge sideways instead of straight back. The bench rattles as we collide against it, metal legs screeching across the floor.
We don’t separate.
Instead, we’re locked tight—your shoulder pressed against my core, my forearm braced against your upper back, both of us straining for leverage. Muscles flex, breaths coming faster now, the playful edge still there but sharpened with real competition.
You wanted rough.
Now we’re testing who can actually control it.
