Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

She hadn't missed his surveying of her form, and she confidently watched him, offering a raise of her eyebrow whenever he met her gaze again. She had done the same to him more than once, after all. And if she was being honest, she didn't mind it at all. She liked to be admired. 

He seemed pleased by her choice, and her gaze tracked his movement as he stepped away. His smile even emanated confidence now, and it made her wonder what he had in store for her first lesson. Simmik listened as he started to explain and she watched as he moved to stand beside her. Then with every step he explained of this tactic, he proceeded to show her as well so that eventually he was on the ground beneath her, the soft, warm fur of his back pressed against her chest and the sensitive skin of her stomach. It was a very vulnerable position for her, and she swallowed hard, fiery gaze watching him as he continued to explain what he was doing. 

He moved out from under her, giving her a false sense of security apparently because once he was standing again, he immediately announced that he was going to demonstrate. Before she could say anything, she was being lifted from the ground, and then her wrist was held firmly between his jaws. She landed on the ground with a thud, the air knocked out of her for a few seconds. She hid it from him, though, unwilling to show just how much the move had hurt, especially with how smug he seemed staring down at her. She glared at him and pulled herself from the ground, jumping up to push at his shoulder with her front paws. Not fair, she shot at him, offering a teasing raise of her eyebrow. Then, shaking out her fur, she took a seat in front of him. You'll have to pay for that, she warned, looking up and away with fake disappointment.