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Rin hated how much she loved sparring with Nezha. Even with the seal blocking the fire and the Phoenix in her mind, even with Altan's trident weighing heavy in her hands as she still learned how to master something so much larger than her.
They liked to spar the most atop the Red Cliffs when all of Arlong was their view. Rin just liked to spar with Nezha in general, it was much more fun to fight him when they weren't fighting to the death, it was so much more fun to fight when in between the clashes of their blades they teased each other and poked insults at each other; sometimes it was hard though. Not because her smaller structure wasn't suited to Altan's larger weapon, but because Nezha looked way too beautiful while he fought, it was almost stupid-no it was stupid.
When the sweat dripped off his skin it didn't make him look gross or didn't make him smell, all it did was gleam in the sunlight, giving him an almost ethereal glow; there was his hair as well, long, black, and silky, tied in a ponytail that whipped around while he fought, but it was so long and silky that every time Rin felt that it got to close to her she wanted to touch it with her fingers. There might be no need to really fight the Empress, just put Nezha at the end of the boat and blind the soldiers with his beauty.
It certainly worked on her, one moment she had caught his sword blade in the trident, about to flip it out of his hands before he turned it back on her. The large weapon tumbled out of her hands, leaning on the soft grass with a small thunk, and the man just stood there smirking at her. Damn him, why did he still look so pretty with scars covering one side of that face?
"I win," Nezha spoke, sounding like his very egoistical self, but now all Rin did was smile back.
"Only cause you distracted me," She huffed out picking up the trident again, about to demand a rematch before Nezha stepped closer again, still smirking; she wanted to smack it off his face but she feared that would only result in breaking her hand against his sharp jaw.
"Oh did I? What part of me?" He leaned down, their noses almost touching, and she felt breathless for a moment, more than a moment.
"You know what you are doing!" Rin shouts, feeling flush creep up her dark cheeks; this man would be the death of her.
"What am I doing?" Nezha faked innocence, tilting his head, and now their lips almost touched, and Rin yelped like a nervous little girl.
She threw her arms around with abandon, not trying to hit Nezha just to distract him from the bright red of her cheeks caused by him. She didn't intend to hit him so hard that he started falling backwards, but his chest was so perfectly hard under her hands. Though it seemed she did hit him harder than she had thought, he started falling backwards, but like many times he was going to take Rin down with him. Grabbing at her wrist rapidly, he wrapped his larger hand around it, and Rin yelped again tumbling after him.
At first she was terrified that at first they were tumbling completely off the Red Cliffs, falling down towards the sharp jagged rocks below, and Rin thought it would be to terribly pathetic to die being stabbed by just some rocks.
They luckily didn't fall onto those sharp rocks, still they landed hard though, or Nezha landed hard. She could hear his body hitting the rock, as they landed in that small little cave part of the many that probably make up the cliffs. Rin could see his brows furrow in slight pain, as he moved against the ground, trying to relive anything; which is why she jumped off his body quickly, standing just as soon surveying the small area and seeing that their only way out was up.
"That's not going to work," He sighed, though he didn't sound actually too disappointed as he saw Rin immediately start trying to climb the walls of the small cave.
"You don't know that," She gritted her teeth trying to find footing, but she didn't get far off the ground before slipping; though managing to catch herself.
"We need to get higher, less wet rock, we need one of us to act as a hoist," Nezha spoke simply, coming to stand besides her and Rin didn't think to hard about how quickly any pain he must have had healed itself quickly.
"I'll do it," Rin volunteered right away, and Nezha laughed, before becoming quickly more concerned that she was serious.
"You can't be serious?" He questioned, his jaw hung open slightly and now she felt slightly insulted.
"Yes I am serious! You said one of us!" She replied like a toddler stomping her foot.
"I meant me hoisting you up dummy; any other way I would crush you," He replied quickly and simply, and Rin didn't want to admit what direction her thoughts went in when he talked about 'crushing her.'
"Fine," Rin pouted as she stepped closer to him again.
Nezha held out his cupped hands for her to place her foot in, and Rin had hoped she could contain her flush as she climbed up his body.
She straddled her shoulder for a quick minute, his broad shoulder hit perfectly against her that she had to bite her lip hard enough to draw bits of blood to ignore her feeling that it gave her. She also had to ignore how close his mouth was to that area, and that if he twisted his lips a bit lower-NO, that would not be a place she would be going. Rin settled herself with thighs against Nezha's shoulders, the intimates of between her legs pressing against his neck; she tried to ignore that even through the fabric of her robes she could feel the muscle and how smooth his skin was.
Placing her hand against a rock, trying to get as good a grip as possible before pulling herself up, she did the same with her other hand.
"You need to gain more weight," Nezha spoke from under her, holding like a steady anchor.
"I'm fine," Rin replied simply with a small sigh, firming her muscles to pull herself up. She was not going to deny that Shiro's torture had stripped her of a lot of her weight, and it's not like she got any heather when working for Moag.
"I'll order more filing meals for you," He spoke, and his voice soften, Rin ignored that soften and the feeling that it gave her, continuing her climb.
Rin wasn't the best at climbing, but she had spent enough time back in Tiknay climbing trees in her rare amount of free time that she had the basic concepts of it down. So she kept her hands gripping tightly around the least wet rocks she could find, she still sat over Nezha's shoulders, but had boosted herself up for when she could take her leg off and place it against the wall to keep climbing. But she paused feeling something very slimy land against her head. Now Fang Runin was not scared of much, or barely anything, but she hated slimy and wet things. Back home when she was little to torment her a couple older boys used to put frogs and small fish down her shirts.
Yelping, once again, she quickly let go of the rock with one hand trying to brush the disgusting off of her head and off of her hair. She thinks she shouted, 'get off!' However she should have kept a grip on the wall because her and Nezha went tumbling down again.
He carefully broke her fall again, but instead with back to his chest, she was atop of him now. Straddling one of those thick thighs of his, chest pressed against his; she could see his abs slightly peaking out from under his robes, and how was one man so perfect? Hand craved by the Gods was the only answer. His arms wrapped around her waist, tight and protective.
"I'm sorry-" She was stopped by his arms wrapping tighter, pulling them somehow closer, his breath mixed with her's now.
Rin slid her hand down, not for any particular reason, though she would tell herself it was to look for injuries; she did not find any injuries, though she did find something. Under Nezha's robe, something thick and slightly hard. Fearing that it was that stupid frog from earlier, she squeezed, squeezed hard. She didn't want that frog getting under her robes. Though after squeezing she would have rather it being the frog.
Nezha whimpered under her, and what was whatever in her hand twitched. Rin should have jumped off of him immediately washed her hand as soon as she could, but she speechless, and Nezha didn't seem to be totally voiceless. She squeezed again, and now she was really convinced it wasn't a frog. It was too big for a frog. Nezha whimpered under her again, flush filling his pale face, and she could tell by the girt in his jaw that he was trying not to drop his mouth open.
"Could you move your hand, I-I think it's touching something," He practically whimpered out, and Rin wanted to draw more of those noises out of him. She squeezed again.
This time he sat up quickly, and now instead of laying on top of him, she sat on his lap; he held her guilty hand in his wrist. He looked slightly more annoyed now despite the flush on his cheeks, his eyes were narrowed and his lips had thinned; Rin bit down the grin she felt trying to grow on her lips.
"Rin-" She stopped him this time.
"I think I crushed a frog," Rin spoke quickly, with a small nervous laugh and now instead of annoyed Nezha look slightly surprised.
"Huh? A frog?" He asked slowly, and Rin laughed again, at least before he got slightly irritated again, "Who are you calling a frog?"
"It wasn't a frog!"
"It was a frog."
He huffed out, pulling her closer again despite the hand she held out in front of his face; Rin puffed out her chest in defiance. His face contorted further.
"Frogs are a lot smaller aren't they? It was much larger than that!" Nezha questioned, smirking as his voice grew louder, challenging Rin.
"Depends," She answered with another laugh, trying to shut him up. "There are a lot of somewhat large frogs out this time of year. Maybe it was a Hesperian one," Rin would never believe that Nezha could be that packed, for a gentle term. For one she thought he would have bragged about it at Sinegrad, especially considering how many times he seemed to love the female attention; she also didn't think a Nikan man could be like that, she had only ever heard of Hesperian men would be like that, so thick and big.
"Somewhat? Hesperian?" He sounded flat out offended now, and it only severed to amuse Rin further. "You don't think is could haven't been anything else?"
"What other somewhat large thing could it be?" She countered, now faking her own innocence waving her hand now, trying to dismiss him.
"Many things!" Nezha shouted, moving back to grip her wrist again, still holding her against his lap.
The two sat in a little bit of a staring contest, both huffing, as they huffed their chests hit each other. Rin narrowed her eyes just as Nezha narrowed his again; while maintaining that same strict gaze on him, Rin moved to wipe her hand against her robes. She had no reason to, the sweat against her palm had dried, this wasn't the hand she had first used to bat away to the frog, this was the hand she had used to squeeze.
"Why did you just wipe your hand?" Nezha asked slowly, still looking annoyed and offended at the same time.
"Frogs...we all know that they are gross and slimy," Rin replied with a small smirk, shooting back a look of her own.
"Gross! Who are you calling slimy?" He shouted again, sounding so strongly offended that Rin wanted to laugh, she wanted to laugh so hard.
"The frog," She popped.
Nezha's eye twitched and his lips thinned even further, Rin let her smirk widen further as well; feeling like she had become victorious in this little spat of this. Her opinion of that quickly changed when he stopped glaring, when his lips widened into the most beautiful smirk she had ever seen; she knew then she was screwed.
Wrapping his one arm back around her waist, letting go of her wrist as well; expect this arm didn't find her waist like she thought it would, this arm and hand instead found her thigh. Now instead of her pushing them down to the ground, it's Nezha. Pushing her against the small cave floor, his body on top of her's, one hand holding her down by the waist, the other lifting her leg up. Rin's first instinct was to kick him, but to her own disappointment she let him continue.
"Now do you think we should discuss the difference between somewhat large and large?" He asked, though she clearly wasn't meant to answer, instead she was meant to let Nezha press his lips against hers, and she was about to let him.
A rock hits Nezha's head hard; hard enough to get him to pull up from Rin's body, enough to rub his head as his perfect black brow furrowes again as he mutters about who would have done that. Rin got the answer very quickly when she looked up to see Kitay and Venka staring down at the two of them.
"What the fuck are you two doing down there?" Venka shouted.
Helping them out of the little cave slash hole, Rin is greeted with a very green Kitay, a Kitay who very much looks like he's about to vomit; and a Venka who looks like she is about to kill them both. Nezha opened his mouth to answer the question she had just shouted down a few minutes ago; she stops him by raising her hand before he even spoke.
"I don't want to know and I won't tell your father," She speaks simply, starting to walk away having Kitay follow her; and after picking up the trident Rin follows him.
"For your information is much more than 'somewhat large!'" Nezha shouts as the the three of them walk away from those stupid cliffs.
"What was that about?" The freckled boy turned to question her, and Rin was pleased to see that he didn't look as green anymore.
"A stupid fucking frog," Rin muttered to both him and Venka before walking ahead of the both of them; she really really hoped that her brown skin was hiding how flushed she was.