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The human’s hand closed around the hilt of the fire sword just as Janai tackled her, pinning both her wrists.
“Let go,” Janai growled, but the human just looked at her. Or rather at her mouth. Which made sense because Janai had gathered that she understood spoken language by reading the words on people’s lips. But Janai had stopped speaking and the general’s eyes had not moved. All at once she became aware of how close they were. Janai’s brain unhelpfully ran through all the places her body touched the human’s; Janai’s hands on her wrists, Janai’s knees on either side of her waist, Janai’s hips against her navel.
The tip of the general’s tongue wet her lips and she finally met Janai’s eyes. She had dark eyes with long lashes, and her face was flushed red and just a little sweaty. Janai was strangely frozen. The air was thick between them. One side of the woman’s mouth came up in the barest impression of a smile and she wet her lips again, just a little slower. Janai’s eyes skipped down to her mouth involuntarily and a split second later the human was kissing her, hard and insistent.
Amaya kisses Janai during a fight. This makes her imprisonment even more fraught with sexual tension than in canon.