Despite him wanting to go, he needed to train. His heels were hard against the floor, making his presence known to his comrades. Dark sais twirled inbetween his fingers as he made his way into the training room. He knew that she should would come.

The girl went to the locker-like closet and reached for her trusty katana. Since Camellia used Larissa's sash on a dress for her date with Sam, the girl had no choice but to hold it bare the whole time. But she didn't mind, it's not like she had to go far.

Monsoon stood alone in the training room. He stood there waiting. "She will come." It was only a matter of time until he heard her footsteps, making him smile.

Her flat shoes smacked against the floors of the dead corridors.
The way she held her blade made it look as though she was on a hunt.
Soon, she reached the doors, the entrance to the training room. A brief sigh came from her lips before she pushed the doors open.

There he stood, in the middle of the room, hands behind his back. As if waiting for someone.
Larissa's face lit up.
"Fancy meeting you here...?"

Monsoon turned. His footsteps were slow and steady...like a predator. He could see how tightly she held the hilt of the HF katana, making him smirk.
"I could say the same. Come back for more?" the red cyborg taunted as he held his sais tightly in his hand. "I'm sure you could do better than last time."

The dark haired woman locked her eyes on her prey - she stepped one foot in front of the other, gradually making her way closer.
"You knew I'd come, didn't you...?" a smirking Larissa taunted before charging towards the Cambodian, bringing a clash between their weapons. She was not intimidated by Monsoon's superiority anymore, she could now fight and enjoy it.

The little lamb was now a prideful ram as. Monsoon's arms seperated from his body so that his sais could attack her from every direction. She was doing good at herself, until her blade was knocked out of her hands. The HF katana landed behind him, making the cyborg smirk.
"What will you do now without your weapon, Larissa?" he teased as he took a step closer.

She stood there paralysed for moment. Her eyes looked over to her fallen blade, then back up at the smirking Monsoon. Her feet spread apart, one behind the other, bending into a combat stance with hands up and in front of her face. She wasn't entirely sure weather this was the right decision, but it was better than giving in.

Close quarters combat? It only made Monsoon laugh as Larissa charged to punch him in the stomach. His body split apart before coming back together as she took a step back. She was in awe.
"I thought you knew this? You seem so surprised" he chuckled as he took a step forward. His finger traced the curve of her bottom lip. "Try again. I dare you."

"Hmph." Larissa scoffed, taking a single step back away from him. She knew he was only playing with her mind, so she need not worry about the outcomes. She charged forward again, performing a three hit Sambo combo.

Monsoon stood back from the girl, smirking as he held his arms wide open for an invitation. Once more she charged forward but grabbed his arm. This caused him to seperate it from his body, but her other first collided into his face. Before the Cambodian had time to react, the girl's foot crashed into his hard stomach, sending him backwards.
"Ugh..." Regaining his composure, his lips tugged up into a grin. "That wasn't very nice." Suddenly he appeared in front of her before slamming her into the near wall. Her arms were pinned above her head and her hips were pushed up against his, to stop her from struggling. "I didn't think you were going to do that. What a bad girl you are."

She couldn't move an inch. Larissa's devilish-like smirk returned. Somehow, she liked this enclosure, especially as their hips touched, she didn't want to squirm. Her cheeks bloomed a pale pink again, and she poked the tip of her tongue out with a wink. "Every girl in the world has bad side to them, m'dear. And you haven't even seen mine, yet." Her tone turned into a whisper as she finished her sentence, trying to stretch her face out as close to Monsoon's as possible.

Seeing her tongue poke out, the cyborg couldn't help but smile.
"Oh really? You will have to show me, then." he whispered back before pushing his tongue pass her closed lip, asserting his dominance. One hand held her arms over her head while the other took a fistful of hair.
He could feel her melting into his kisses, making him smile against her lips. This is exactly what he wanted from her. He didn't know why, but he desired it. The kiss was broken before she gazed up at him. "May I have my blade back now?" she asked.

"I'm not keeping it from you. You have to get it yourself" Monsoon answered as his grip on her wrists tightened.
She sighed, seeing that he wasn't going to let her go so soon.
"You're mean..." she said with a smile cracking on her face.
Larissa wrapped a leg around Monsoon's, peacefully closing her eyes. she could almost feel herself resting onto his metal chest.
He didn't mind when the girl wrapped her leg around his waist. It was tempting. Extremely tempting.

"Daisuki..." the girl mumbled under the breath.

It went silent. He wasn't use to the suddenly calmness. His hand ran through her hair as he looked up at the ceiling. Deep down, he wanted Larissa. To control and use her. Monsoon wasn't the type to share.
"If you feel that way, then show me."

Larissa's face turned impassive before she looked at Monsoon with a neutral expression. "Then let go of me, and I will show you."
Dacosta was dropped on her feet straight away. It wasn't long until she clinged back to him, though. She placed both her hands over his cheek bones to lock Monsoon's lips on hers. She removed one hand to the back of his neck which pushed their lips even closer together.

Once she pushed away, she rested her head onto his red shoulder. Her voice was soft and calm, "Where can be alone? Without any comrades, with no cyborgs, no captains, no interruptions... Where in this complex can we be alone, Monsoon...?"

The girl questioned for privacy, Monsoon took a step back.
"Meet me at the next floor up. Down the hallway, to the right. Enter the third door to the left" Monsoon instructed before leaving the training room. He could take the stairs. He didn't want to be seen with her, especially when going towards his room. He was silent as he made his way there. It took a few minutes, but he defiantly got there first. In his room was bare. Blank stone walls and a cot. Nothing more.

Larissa quickly captured the information in her head. The door shut, and Monsoon was gone. Before she left as well, she walked across the hall to pick up her Katana.