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napoleon solo has never seen a cow in his life (outlawthief) wrote in toboldlyrpg,

A little confused by whether Illya was implying something else with the question, he kept his answer vague enough that it could be taken either way. "I love being on top. Now if you'd just let me get on top, that would be fantastic"

Quickly jumping to his feet and determined to get some kind of victory over the Russian without being given a break, they quickly passed the time grappling and trying to best each other. Illya was strong, better skilled in this fighting form, and had more experience in it, so it wasn't a surprise that Napoleon found himself thrown and on his back more times than he cared to count.

After yet another round and another loss, where Napoleon found himself face first in the mat, he finally realized he would have to be a dirty, rotten, cheater to get anywhere in this sparring session.

This time, he dropped his boxer's stance a little lower and gestured for Illya to come directly at him. And when he did, he let Illya grip him and throw him down on the ground. But this time, he watched for Illya's hands and dodged them so he was able to keep his own hands free. And before the other man knew what was happening, he gripped him by the shirt and pulled him forward for a quick kiss. It was brief and lasted for all of two seconds, but it was just enough to stun Illya into stillness.

And using that moment of hesitation, he was able to leverage his leg out from between Illya's and break the hold. Quickly scrambling around, he threw himself at the other man and reversed the pin, making sure that this time, he had Illya's hands locked down with his own.

The beaming smile that erupted on his face was one of victory. "Got you!"