[ As her hand flies to her mouth, Hei awaits a signal. Some physical indication that he's overstepped, that she's uncomfortable with the line he's crossed. But as his fingers skate down, along the wetness seeping through her panties, he thinks -- Oh. When she presses back against him, the muscles in his free arm, looped around her waist, twitch almost imperceptibly. He isn't hard yet -- he's too alert, too absorbed with keeping watch -- but the curve of her backside snugged against his groin makes him very ... aware of his cock. He massages her belly with his free hand while the one between her jeans splays lower. He traces his index finger across her panties. Brushes at her clitoris in soft circles, letting the fabric add its own moist friction. ]
[ In the ring, Red reels into the center. Blue presses on, stance shifting to southpaw. He jabs once, twice, setting up an overhand right. Red's still groggy from the previous blow, stepping to his left with and throwing a right hook over the jab. Blue turns under it and, as he takes the punch above the ear, fires his own right return, carrying his weight onto the left foot, ripping another hard right into his opponent's face. Red reels, taking the blow right to the brow. His eyelids are already networked with scar tissue. He's a bleeder. Blood destroys some fighters. Since the death of that Korean, Duk Koo-Kim, who was blood-blinded from cut eyelids, paranoid referees always kibosh fights at the first sight of red. Some fighters have tough bodies but brittle skin -- exhale hard, they cut. But if that claret keeps flowing, the fight's over even if the boy's not really hurt. ]
[ Not so in Muay Thai. Matches are rarely stopped on blood, and trainers are permitted special measures -- double-strength adrenaline chloride, ferric acid -- to handle the uglier wounds. Of course, all the ferric acid in the world isn't going to help with detached retinas and pulped metacarpals, but that's come what may. ]
[ Anyway. There are other types of coming Hei's interested in right now. ]
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[ In the ring, Red reels into the center. Blue presses on, stance shifting to southpaw. He jabs once, twice, setting up an overhand right. Red's still groggy from the previous blow, stepping to his left with and throwing a right hook over the jab. Blue turns under it and, as he takes the punch above the ear, fires his own right return, carrying his weight onto the left foot, ripping another hard right into his opponent's face. Red reels, taking the blow right to the brow. His eyelids are already networked with scar tissue. He's a bleeder. Blood destroys some fighters. Since the death of that Korean, Duk Koo-Kim, who was blood-blinded from cut eyelids, paranoid referees always kibosh fights at the first sight of red. Some fighters have tough bodies but brittle skin -- exhale hard, they cut. But if that claret keeps flowing, the fight's over even if the boy's not really hurt. ]
[ Not so in Muay Thai. Matches are rarely stopped on blood, and trainers are permitted special measures -- double-strength adrenaline chloride, ferric acid -- to handle the uglier wounds. Of course, all the ferric acid in the world isn't going to help with detached retinas and pulped metacarpals, but that's come what may. ]
[ Anyway. There are other types of coming Hei's interested in right now. ]