Editing Fapfics (Warhammer High) (section)

==Furia and Hana==

Stars exploded behind Hana's eyes as the blow connected. She should've seen it coming. The low strike was an obvious feint, there was almost no point in blocking it. By the time she saw the knee heading for her temple it was already too late to react. She had been drawn out. Baited. Her vision began to return as she regained her balance. Furia may be an overly aggressive fighter, but that doesn't mean she's a bad one.

Hana put her arms up again, signalling that she was ready to continue. Maybe Furia was psychotic, but she wouldn't bother to use overkill in a friendly sparring match. She saw the grin on the redhead's face, it was the look of someone who was enjoying themselves far too much. She thought about the best way to wipe it away, but knew that however the fight progressed, Furia would just end up enjoying it all the more.

They closed on each other again, Hana striking first. Two quick blows to the stomach, followed by a sweep with her left leg. Her fists connected, but Furia gracefully glided over the follow-up. In response she sent a shin into the side of Hana's knee, causing it to give way. Hana rolled as she went down, scrambling to her feet about two metres from her opponent.

She used the small reprieve to inspect the other girl. Sweat glistened on her skin, almost perfectly mirroring Hana's own exertion. The thin clothing they wore, consisting of little more than a tank top and short-shorts, doing precious little to keep them cool. Her eyes drifted over Furia's exaggerated curves, admiring the view for a moment too long. Her adversary noticed the hesitation and pounced. Literally.

Hana's wrists were caught firmly in the vice-like grip of her cousin. She allowed herself to fall backwards, attempting to place her foot in such a way as to send Furia flying over her. However, she forgot that sweat, while good for making a girl glisten, is also rather wet. Her foot slid off to the side, leaving it sticking out at a ninety degree angle to her other leg. This seemed to surprise Furia, she was clearly expecting the counter-attack to at least connect, likely allowing her to follow up with a thoroughly thought out flurry of blows.

As it was, they both landed heavily on the ground. Furia on top of Hana, although apparently they were both too surprised by the turn of events for either to capitalise on the position. For a moment, all they did was stare into each others eyes, forgetting the fight that was technically still going on. Hana's hands were pinned above her head by Furia, so she attempted to move herself into a slightly more comfortable position using only her legs and back. One leg, however, was wrapped around her opponent, it having come to rest there after slipping during the fall. As she moved, a sudden rush of euphoria shot through her. Furia clearly felt it too, given away by the way her eyes widened and hands gripped tighter.

She squirmed again, almost subconsciously. Pleasure coursed through them both again, causing Hana to arch her back and bite back a moan. Their bodies pressed together even harder, nerves almost ablaze with arousal. Furia beginning to writhe by herself, their bodies grinding together in a manner some may describe as 'obscene'.

Furia was moaning now. Quiet, but constant. It was beginning to get irritating, such a low, raspy sound. Hana decided to kill two birds with one stone and jerked her head up suddenly, locking their lips together. She began to thrust her hips upwards more vigorously, her body screaming for more. Furia responded in kind, hips rocking forwards and back, grinding their scantily clad selves as if they were trying to start a fire. 

Tongues wrestled for dominance within the kiss, mimicking the combat that precluded the current events. Furia's grip on Hana's wrists began to abate, her hands sliding down the bare arms ever so slowly. As they reached her shoulders, Hana moved her own hands to the back of her cousin's head, pulling her deeper into the kiss. One then broke away, almost moving of it's own accord down Furia's back.

She inhaled sharply as fingers danced their way down her sides, touching and caressing what seemed like every single nerve ending on their way. Her thrusts faltered for a moment, then resumed with increased veracity. In response, Furia groaned loudly, the vibration tickling the back of Hana's throat... (and that's all we got)(shame, anyone mind me continuing it?) Yeah please do continue it.