A... crush? (for luffy)

Malina moved to the corner opposite Lewa's, looking at her partner. "Um, yes, more 'people rules', but I guess you know them already. We fight until one pins the other for three seconds. Or, if we feel like we can't fight anymore, we say so or tap out on the mat. That's all." Malina then got into her wrestling stance. "So, are you ready?"

Lewa nodded and bounced on her toes excitedly. She'd blink thoughtfully for a moment then slow her bouncing a bit, more like shifting from foot to foot. "Right. Play-fight," she reminded herself outloud with an embarassed smile and blush. "Yes yes, I am very ready to playfight."

She'd look around a bit, then raise a finger declaratively and say "DING!" before she'd lower her hands and try to zip at her speedily, folding up her hands like cats paws and taking teasing little swipes at her face, quick but fairly harmless as she visibly enjoyed herself.

When the "bell", so to say, rang, Malina moved forward as well, and the two girls met in the center of the ring. The first exchange of blows ensued: Malina alternated parrying Lewa's swipes with sending her own punches. Her strikes, in similarity to Lewa's, didn't have much force either, as she didn't intend to hit Lewa directly with them. Instead, she looked at every movement of the speedy jungle girl, looking for a good opening to exploit.

Lewa and her foe went on trading loose-wristed blows, Lewa letting out a triumphant cry and suddenly thrust both of her paw-hands at Malina's chest, trying to grope at them assertively. If she was stopped, she'd try to thrust her body after it, trying to wrap her mouth around one of her breasts and playfully lock her lips around it, teeth gently nipping on it.

Having had her breasts grabbed out of nowhere right at the start of the spar, it was only natural that Malina was very startled. "Lewa? W-wait a minute!" She had been expecting a grab attempt, but noot one of that sort. The fight had been brought to an abrupt and, to Malina, awkward halt as Lewa groped her orbs without a glint of shame. Moreover, some seconds after that, Malina noticed that Lewa was bringing her head - particularly, her mouth - closer to her chest. Malina would grab both of Lewa's shoulders and try to push her away, hopefully making her let go of her breasts. "What are you doing?"

Lewa giggled excitedly at her, grinning toothily. "We play!" she declared happily. "Let's have fun!" The jungle girl would laugh like a playing child as she tried to pounce on her more traditionally, trying to pin her on her back by pressing down on her shoulders like a jungle cat. If she could, she'd go as far as licking her cheek in a warm, affectionate kind of way.

Before Malina could shake Lewa off, the blondie fell back to the mat under the weight of the jungle child. Her shoulders were forced down the mat; as she struggled to get out of the pin before it reached a hypothetical three-count, Lewaâ€s tongue ran across her cheek. Malina halted her squirms for a moment, blushing once more. However, once the surprise dissipated, she realized both of them were still in a spar – although a rather unorthodox one – and she was still being mounted. That wouldn't do. In a quick motion, Malina tried to flip Lewa and herself over, so that their positions would be inverted. If that worked, she would mimic Lewaâ€s previous action, holding her shoulders down. “Gotcha!”

Lewa giggled down at her surprise and discomfort, sticking out her tongue teasingly but looking surprised herself when she was quickly flipped over. She let out a small, warning sort of growl at her, baring her little white teeth and wriggling hard side to side, kicking at the mat and trying to free herself as well, if not just chuck Malina off

Malina looked at Lewa's face underneath her. Although she had asked her not to fight like in a true match, the kawaii did want some real training, and Lewa was more playing than anything. Perhaps there was a way of getting her more into the spar without meeting her nails again. Resisting Lewa's struggles, Malina lowered down her body, and her whole frame now weighed down at Lewa's in close contact. She also tried to catch one or both of Lewa's wrists and pin them above her head. She smiled. "Come on, Lewa! If you don't get out soon, you're going to lo-ose!" It was a simple, even childlike taunt, but in should be enough to spark some competitiveness in the girl underneath her.

Lewa writhed , bucking her hips and shoulders but trapped as easily. She growled in a low pitch, the frowned up in determination at her playmate. "Lewa will NOT lose!" she declared, arching herself to get her legs and butt off the mat. She'd try to shift her balance to her trapped arms, bucking up so firm and sudden that she'd nearly be vertical if she had her way