Battle lust

Too drunk for sleeping. Or maybe just too aroused.

I can't go past that. Also if it's just training, I can't help the fact that fighting with her arouses me. I can't help but think how it would be touching her skin, her body, caressing it and feeling its heat instead of just hitting and pushing it. I know exactly how she looks at me, how she challenges me, how she wants me. I know her smile, her invitations, her teases, her skin flushed for the fight.

I can't help but imagine the same look, the same flushed skin, the same warm body against mine but in lust and not in a fight. I can't help but imagine and dream. But I know that she will ease her battle lust somewhere else, that is not my body that will give her release. I know her provocative glances will not lead to any private places.

I can't have her, I can't allow myself any possibility to go past this attraction knowing her better. I don't trust my body, but I trust my self control. I can just drown the lust in a stout and hope it will wash away my dreams. And I know that tonight I will dream of blue eyes and light hairs, not just a cliché, but her eyes and her hairs