|Alice Sharrow (girlofprophecy) wrote in childofeden_rp,|
@ 2014-05-08 23:48:00
|Entry tags:||character: ambrose, character: buffy summers, location: ambrose house, thread: in progress|
Who: Ambrose and Buffy
When: Tuesday, week 14, Afternoonish
Where: Ambrose's Home, Out in the shed
Why: Buffy wants to try her hand at sparring with her master again to keep herself sharp.
Warning: Violence (nothing too bad - just training!), prolly gonna be all kinds of sex, will update as needed
Buffy had been itching to try sparring against her master after she'd been so soundly beaten the first time. Logically, she knew that there wasn't much hope of things going better for her this time around. Slayer learning curve or no, Ambrose was still much older than her and a powerful fighter to boot. But Buffy Summers was not one to let a little like logic get her down. No, she had powerful weapon on her side that she wasn't going to neglect to use this time.
She stood in front of the floor length mirror, inspecting what had to be the shortest, tightest black skirt she could've found. She'd paired it with a simple, white, button-down blouse that was left unbuttoned to show off her cleavage and sheer enough to show off the lacy, black bra she'd worn under it. Paired with the high-heeled, black, ankle boots, she thought she more than accomplished what she'd been going for. Which was super sexy and sort of slutty, the sort of slutty she'd only ever want Ambrose to see. Buffy left her hair down, figuring it completed the sultry look. It obviously wasn't the most practical attire for sparring, but she'd learned to move and fight in a lot of different get ups. Besides, it was either going to succeed wonderfully at distracting her opponent or backfire completely and make him try even harder. Either way, it would be fun.
Buffy made her way out the back door to the shed in her battle outfit, having asked Ambrose to wait for her a few minutes ago. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped inside.
"Alright, let's do this," she said, trying to sound effortless and casual even as her heartbeat quickened. She placed her hands on her hips, letting him take in the full affect of her attire, attire that he'd later find out lacked underwear. "And no. Before you ask. I don't want anything. Well, that's not entirely true, but you know what I mean."