Training

Punch, kick, block, counter ... duck.

Buffy roled underneath the attack and kicked back up to her feet. She spun around just in time to block a spining backfist from her opponent. She snapped an elbow up but it was blocked. Next thing she knew her arm was being twisted and she was being thrown towards the ground. With her slayer agility though she twisted in midair and landed on her feet and thrust back into her attacker.

Buffy grappled with her opponent. Elbow, blocked, step in to guard against the knee. Lower you center of gravity so she can't throw you.

"Wow, her breasts sure feel nice."

"What was that last part" Buffy thought stunned. "Why did I think about her breasts?" Buffy glanced down. "They look nice and all but ..." Buffy thoughts were interrupted though as she took a quick jab to the ribs.

Buffy stepped back and looked at her opponent. Long dark hair, incredibly fit body, tight leather outfit, and an amused smirk on her face. "Come on B," Faith said with a slight laugh. "Focus."

"I am," thought Buffy guitily. "It just happens to be on your tits."
Seeing Buffy distracted again Faith launched another punch at her, expecting it this time though Buffy blocked the blow and stepped into her attacker. Reaching behind Faith she grabbed onto her butt with both hands. "Nice and tight," Buffy thought. "But why do I care ... and why am I so wet, and not just with sweat."

Being grabbed by the butt seemed to have distracted Faith as she was thinking about how their breasts were crushed together and how she wanted to kiss Buffy, not fight her. This distraction cost her though as Buffy adjusted her grip, squeezing tigther on Faith's butt, and them throwing her to the ground. Faith though quickly rose to her feet; her amused smile gone.

"Wow ..." was all they heard as they stopped fighting and turned towards the speaker.