Summary: Vaggie teaches Charlie how to fight.

I'm bisexual, which means I'm attracted to anyone who can defeat me in physical combat

Vaggie found herself in one of the many rooms in the hotel. She finished the last touches on a wooden replica of her spear she had carved herself. Next to her there was a wooden trident, also carved by herself.

At Charlie's insistent request, Vaggie had agreed to teach and walk through the basics on how to fight. The hellborn princess had come up with many ideas on how to carry on with her request.

From having it be a hotel bonding activity. Ask help from patrons and some of their acquaintance, and even going into turf wars for some real-world experience.

Hell no that last option, not after the first and last time…

Even though Vaggie's pragmatic mind could see the painfully obvious benefits on Charlie learning to defend herself, she knew for a fact Vaggie could never be calm in the slightest if she didn't find herself standing on between Charlie behind her, and whatever danger they could face.

But she had postponed this long enough, and after she had accepted, Charlie wouldn't let her back down.

They have arranged an hour early in the morning to stray from her management activities to practice. No distractions, just them two.

They'd be using one of the many still unused rooms on the upper floors of the hotel.

Vaggie had finished pushing all furniture to the walls to make room for the mat on the floor when she heard the door opening and Vaggie saw Charlie walking in.

She was wearing a pink with yellow workout shirt and some red with white lines on the sides. Vaggie herself opted for some simple white undershirt and shorts she had not used in a long time.

"Hi Vaggie!"

"Hello hun. Are you ready?"

"You bet! What are you gonna teach me first?! Are we going to do karate? Flying kicks? Oh, maybe we are gonna dodge bullets like in that movie super sloooow—" Charlie swirled her arms backwards in circles as she bent her back as well doing repeated "woosh" noises.

That was until Vaggie handed her the wooden trident she has made.

"Oh, what is this?"

"Your weapon."

"But I already have a weapon," Charlie summoned her real trident in her other hand, "See?" She smiled at her with pride, as if she was a child showing her mom she could do a backflip on a trampoline.

"I meant your TRAINING weapon," Vaggie took Charlie's spear with an unnatural calmness and put it on a wall, "And to start things off, I want to see how you fend for yourself. Get on the other side of themat. Ready your weapon. Show me what you can do."

Vaggie repped herself in a defensive stance. One that, for the first time in a long time did not tense every muscle in her bod. This was Charlie she was talking about. What was the worst thing that could happen?

Charlie mimicked her approach by adopting an offensive stance as scenic as her smile was beaming in excitement.

Charlie's first strikes were just as Vaggie predicted: Wide, easily telegraphed, left many parts of herself exposed, and her body shifted over the weight of her trident swings.

A few quick backsteps were all Vaggie needed to avoid Charlie's attacks. Seeing her efforts were not working, Charlie thrusted her wooden trident to poke Vaggie, but the one-eyed sinner stopped her weapon by inserting her spear in between the trident's pikes. Vaggie shifted her weapon so the sharp end of Charlie's trident ended up in the floor while Charlie still held onto it tightly, bending over alongside her weapon.

Seeing her opening, Vaggie moved swiftly behind Charlie and slashed her back with her spear. Despite she attacked as gently as she could, Charlie startled gravely.

"Hey! That's cheating! I couldn't defend myself!"

"The enemy is not gonna play fair, hun." Vaggie didn't even try to suppress the small taunting smile crawling up her lips. "Can you tell me what you did wrong?"

"Agreeing to this?"

"Besides of that."

Charlie stuck her tongue at Vaggie for a second. "Well, I guess I wasn't thinking."

Weird. Vaggie thought. Usually it's the other way around in training. "It's a bit more complicated than thinking or not thinking during combat, but we can get into that later." Vaggie reached into Charlie so she could stand straight and put her weapon in between them. "For starters, you did not consider thoroughly your weapon's assets. It's a bit like mine, actually." She inspected her own replica. Vaggie found herself smiling with melancholy for a second, before shame filled her veins, but she shook her thoughts away and anchored herself to the present.

"It's great at keeping enemies at bay, but what is a strength can also be exploited as a weakness. In your case, what easy comes, easy goes. What do you think is a strength of your weapon?"

Charlie stared at Vaggie for a second mind-absently as she tried to process what she was saying. Then she turned her attention to her trident. She had three pikes when Vaggie only had one. "More stabby stabby?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"Show me."

The two of them got ready for another round. This time around, Charlie was more hesitant, she kept her distance. Vaggie could notice the tight grip Charlie had on her weapon.

The gray moth threw a few quick pecks with her spear, Charlie rightfully moved swiftly, but she also retreated too much, losing her ground. Vaggie swung her spear horizontally with wide movements left and right, slow enough so she could be sure Charlie had enough reaction time.

In the fourth swing, Charlie blocked her spear with the exterior of her trident. She could tell Vaggie wanted to try the same trick she used just minutes ago. She pressed just a bit harder and that did the trick, for Vaggie went off balance, outpowered by her and giving her a clear opening to strike her shoulder and landed a clean slash right in her forearm.

"Yes!"

"Ah, mierda…"

"Oh my god! Vaggie!" The realization Charlie had actually struck Vaggie fell over her just as quickly as she celebrated and let drop her weapon to the floor as her face filled with horror. "Sorrysorrysorrysorry! Are you hurt?! Do you need to go to the hospital?! Are you about to faint?! How many fingers you see?!"

Vaggie checked her faint scar superficially with the same casual sense someone checked if it was about to rain or it was just their imagination. She was no stranger to pain, and this was waaaaay below on her worst pains tier list.

Her introspection soon came to a halt as Charlie embraced her with her hands checking on her, which Vaggie could only find hilariously cute. "I'm okay Charlie. You did a good hit, that's all. And I see two fingers, the other two you have behind your back don't count."

"But, aren't you hurt?"

"No, not at all. That's why I made these replicas. Well done." She smiled at her.

"That means I'm already as good as you?" She jester, but her voice also had that tone of approval-seeking.

Vaggie could only roll her eye pretending to be annoyed. "Half way there." And then Charlie's smile became wider.

The next sparring sessions took the weight of fear off Charlie's shoulders. Now her attacks were faster and aiming to actually hit her, alongside with her reflexes getting sharper.

Though this also meant Vaggie had to increase her effort, entering into a mild version of her combat-state of mind.

Seeing her doubled efforts were of little use, Charlie's attacks were getting faster in desperation, still Vaggie managed to counter them, but she did little else than parry, block, dodge or push her.

In a desperate last attempt, Charlie took a few steps back before she charged straight to Vaggie, trident first running.

Adrenaline flashed through her blood, Vaggie clutched her hold on her spear and used the staff as a shield just in the right place to block Charlie's trident, for the first time facing an actual threat for the strength of the impact almost swope her off her feet.

In the brief moment created by the impact, Vaggie reached to hold Charlie's weapon by her handle forcefully and aimed her weapon to thrust through her partner's torso, but Charlie acted faster and lifted her weapon over her shoulders while Vaggie still held onto it having her arm be jerked upwards. The sudden movement drew Vaggie closer to Charlie, so much so their torsos bumped into each other.

For the briefest of moments, the two of them shared eye contact, Vaggie with the awkward necessity of having to lift her head up to see her lover and having her face run hot in a yellow blush, only intensifying for a moment just as brief when Charlie smiled at her…

Before one of her dancing legs tripped Vaggie's feet, throwing her off balance and using her height advantage to do a leg sweep and her whole world turned upside down. Somewhere amid the fall her wooden spear flew off her hand.

Vaggie's back hit the mat like concrete. The next thing she knew was she had Charlie on top of her, both of her hands pressing her own arms against the floor, one of her hands still holding her trident. Their perpetual eye contact burned their bodies. If the hit she just took had not taken her heart out through her throat, her futile attempts to break free did. The fact Charlie giggled at her failure to do so didn't help her at all.

Both of them panted heavily. Charlie's smile full of victory did not drop one bit. The smaller Vaggie shrunk herself at her helplessness, the dirtier Charlie's smile became.

Without a word, Charlie tossed her training trident aside and melted her mouth with the lips of Vaggie. Eyes closed in a pleasure that vanished the world around them, the two of them quickly got to work on removing their workout outfits.

I totally did not steal this idea from pinterest whatsoever, in the slightest, not at all, no chance...