Sparring.
"Ooof." Harm fell hard onto his back, the wind knocked right out of him when his body struck the padded mat. He should of minded that his sparring partner had the upper hand but, when Mac lowered herself down, straddling him high on his torso he happily remained on the ground.
"You keep telegraphing." She pointed out, coming up to her knees to not put pressure on his chest.
He merely snorted. "I. do. not."
"Harm, you walked into it each time, I can tell what side you'll attack from."
They had been sparring which had become an weekly part of their fitness routine ever since they'd become a couple. He glanced up from his vantage point, grinning at how sexy Mac look straddled on top of him. "Dunno, Colonel...Kinda liking the view from here."
Mac rolled her eyes. "You're thinking with the wrong head, Commander."
"Think so, huh?" His tone was teasingly seductive and before Mac could mount a defense, he shifted onto the side, putting just enough space between them to maneuver.
It took several moves, Mac had flattened herself over him and locked her heels under his thighs to prevent his escape. She squeezed her legs hard as one of her arms tried to lock his in a hold. "Tap out, Commander." She grunted, bending his arm in an unnatural angle.
Harm did tap and once Mac's thighs relaxed, one of his hands dropped to a certain spot on her hip. She yelped when his fingers danced over a particularly ticklish spot, an area just above the swell of her hip he'd discovered a few nights prior.
Without warning he was able to flip them over bringing her flat on her back while he hovered over. "You're cheating, squid. Tickling is not allowed."
"Trying different tactics." Harm lowered himself over her, keeping his weigh on his knees and elbows as his mouth sought her own. He kissed her slowly, deepening the kiss when her arms wrapped around him.
