Elektra lowered her hand as his fingers pulled away, warmth fading fast as she did so. Lover, not a fighter? She caught the look in his eye and of course knew otherwise. She had witnessed that "fighter" side in Milan and during the whole slamming of herself up against the helicopter.
Elektra had never been too much of the opposite...really. She loved once, but that had gotten her nowhere, but dead. Was she really so sure this wouldn't be the same? She reached out as if to strike him in the chest, knock him back on that rich, businessman ass of his, but she stopped short and instead it went to rest on his own upon his chest. His heart beat fast...she couldn't blame him for that. Warmth flooded her fingers.
"Swap techniques? I doubt you could teach me anything that I don't already know", she said slowly.