"Moving Too Fast," Bleach (Yoruichi/Soi Fong)
Title: Moving Too Fast Author: Cadence Rating: PG-13 Word count: 719 Summary: Their fights go differently than they used to. Prompt: Bleach, Yoruichi/Soi Fong: physical combat as foreplay - moving too fast
She blocked the kick.
Soi Fong's eyes widened in shock at that for a moment before she even realized why she was shocked. It distracted her enough that she froze, for almost too long, as Yoruichi used the leverage of her forearm to scissor her other leg towards Soi Fong's side. It still somehow wasn't that difficult to shift and cartwheel out of the way, though. When she was upright and guarded again she noticed that Yoruichi looked almost as surprised as she felt.
Yoruichi recovered first. "Not like old times anymore, eh, Soi Fong?"
And that was it. It seemed ridiculously impossible, but for nearly a minute they'd been exchanging blows in a pattern they'd gone through a dozen times before, forever ago. Up until that kick, of course.
It had been slower back then, Yoruichi brought down to Soi Fong's level for training, and yet still she'd never been able to block that move. It started with a series of lightning quick strikes with her hands, blockable but taking all Soi Fong's focus. Then a low feint kick to draw her attention down, changing suddenly into a quick spring completely over Soi Fong's head, landing hands-down behind her and shifting to throw her heel up and back.
Even knowing it was coming Soi Fong could never block it in time. Yoruichi just moved too fast. She would end up half-turned with Yoruichi's foot stopped inches from her eyes.
This time she hadn't known it was coming. She'd still blocked it.
"No, Yoruichi. It can't be like old times." Soi Fong tried to make her voice bite, truly, but it was hard when Yoruichi was grinning at her like that.
Yoruichi still flinched. "Maybe not."
She leaped forward again, a devastating punch headed for Soi Fong's gut, except that of course it was too slow and obvious when meant it wasn't what she had to worry about. As soon as Soi Fong deflected it to one side Yoruichi's knee came up like a hammer. Not time enough to block that, so she bent backward, twisted away—almost too late, and Yoruichi's blow skimmed along her abdomen as she moved. She countered with her own knee from the side. And they were off again, trading blows before there was time to think about them.
A leap into the air let them trade a dozen kicks with neither of them breaking the other's guard. Eventually gravity asserted itself as their legs were tangled, and they both pulled towards each other simultaneously, using the other as a platform to kneel, push off, and reorient themselves to land properly.
Soi Fong's feet barely touched the ground before she was back at Yoruichi, and this time when Soi Fong aimed a strike at her face it skimmed her cheek as she dodged. Her next strike was headed for her neck before Yoruichi finished blinking, and she was heeding the part of her brain screaming stop before she realized she would have connected.
Her fingertips were millimeters from skin. She stared at Yoruichi over her arm for a yawning second.
Soi Fong knew they were fairly evenly matched in hand-to-hand, but she still had no idea what to do when she got Yoruichi like this: eyes open, taken by surprise by her attack. It was both everything she wanted and counter to everything she believed.
Then Yoruichi was grinning again. "Not like old times, for sure. But maybe better, hmm?" And she reached up to grab Soi Fong's wrist, lightly, fingers rubbing lightly at the inside, and when she tugged lightly Soi Fong's arm went to the side as easily as if she'd actually decided to let it.
When Yoruichi grabbed a handful at the fabric at her chest and pulled her in to a kiss, Soi Fong's body was instantly alight. It felt almost like Flashcry, only the fire on her bare skin was simply lust instead of pure spirit pressure.
Yoruichi's fingers slid down her palm to interlace with hers. Her other hand slid under fabric and ran the line of her collarbone, dropped lower to the tops of her breasts.
Soi Fong wished she could to break the invasive kiss and say that this wasn't what she wanted, but the burning heat between her legs meant that would be a lie.