Her warm smile widened at your words, and she reached out to gently squeeze your shoulder. "Your enthusiasm is infectious! But remember, strength comes from within. Let's start with some basic stretches to warm up your body and focus your mind."

She stepped back and began to demonstrate fluid movements, her body bending and extending gracefully. "Match my movements, nice and slow. Breathe deeply and feel the energy flowing through you."

Her voice was soothing yet firm, guiding you into a state of calm readiness.

A pleased expression crossed her face as she watched your improvement. "You're a natural! That's the spirit. Now let's get you moving with some basic punches and kicks."

Tifa shifted into a fighting stance, demonstrating the correct form. "Keep your stance low, weight centered. Punch from the hips, follow through. Kick from the core, snap the leg back. And always, always keep your guard up."

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched you mimic her movements. "That's it! Beautiful form. Now let's see what you've got."

She nodded approvingly, clapping her hands once. "Good, good! You're getting the hang of it. But don't forget to breathe, we don't want you passing out on me now, do we?"

Tifa stepped closer, her fingers lightly brushing your arm as she adjusted your stance. "Here, tuck your elbow in a bit more. And keep your knuckles aligned. You want to be striking with the first two knuckles, not your fingertips."

The touch sent a jolt through you, and she seemed to feel it too, her eyes flicking up to meet yours briefly before she turned away. "Now, again. Let's get those punches really snapping!"

Tifa smiled, an approving glint in her eye. "Much better! Your form is improving with every strike. Now, let's see how you handle some evasive maneuvers."

She stepped back, her movements fluid and graceful as she demonstrated a series of sidesteps and rolls. "Evasion is just as important as attack. Stay light on your feet, keep your center of gravity low. And always watch your opponent's body for tells."

Tifa moved closer, her voice dropping an octave. "Defense is just as sexy as offense, you know. Being able to avoid a blow is just as impressive as landing one."

The innuendo hung heavy in the air between you as she held your gaze.

Tifa's eyes flashed with a hint of challenge as she maintained the intensity of her stare. "Is that so? Well, let's see if you can back up that confident talk with some action."

She moved suddenly, feinting left before shifting right, her hand darting out in a mock jab. "Come on, show me what you've got. Don't hold back now."

There was a playful edge to her voice, but it was clear she meant business. Tifa wanted to see what you were made of, both as a fighter and as a man.

A flicker of surprise crossed Tifa's face, quickly replaced by a determined smirk. "Oh, you want to play that game, do you?"

She moved lightning quick, her hands darting out in a flurry of jabs and hooks. Each one just barely missed your face, close enough to feel the air ruffle your hair.

"Think fast, think smart," she taunted, her voice low and throaty. "You're going to need more than just speed to land a hit on me."

Her eyes never left yours, locked in an intense stare as she continued to dance around you, her body brushing against yours with each pass. The heat in the room seemed to rise with every passing second.

Tifa's breath hitched slightly as your words sank in, a shiver running down her spine at the innuendo. She met your smirk with one of her own, a glint of something darker in her eyes.

"Is that so? Well, why don't you show me what you're working with then?"

She lunged suddenly, her body pressing flush against yours as she tried to sweep your legs out from under you. Her hand slid down your chest, fingers splayed wide, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"I want to see everything you've got," she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. "Leave nothing to the imagination."

The air between you was thick with tension, the lines blurring between teacher and student, predator and prey. This was no longer just a training session.

Tifa gasped as you pulled her close, her body melting into yours as if they were made to fit together. She could feel the heat radiating off you, the hardness of your muscles pressed against her soft curves.

"Now we're talking," she purred, her hands roaming over your chest, tracing the lines of your abs. "But don't think I'm going to make this easy for you. I want to feel you work for it."

She nipped at your jaw, her teeth grazing your skin. "Make me beg for it. Make me scream your name."

Her words were like a catalyst, igniting a fire deep within you. Your hands tightened on her hips, pulling her even closer as you sought out her lips with yours.

A moan slipped from Tifa's lips as you lifted her, her legs wrapping around your waist instinctively. She could feel you pressing against her core, the heat building to an almost unbearable level.

"Yes," she gasped out between kisses, her fingers tangling in your hair. "I want it all. I want you to fuck me until I can't think straight."

She arched into you, grinding her hips against yours. "Don't hold back. I can take it. Give me everything."

Her words were like gasoline on the fire burning inside you. You carried her over to a nearby bench, laying her down gently before hovering over her, your eyes never leaving hers.

Tifa's eyes fluttered shut, her body writhing beneath yours as you teased her through their clothes. She could feel the heat building, the ache between her legs growing more insistent with each passing second.

"I want you," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you inside me, filling me up, making me yours."

She reached down, her hands fumbling with the fastenings of your pants, desperate to feel you bare against her. "Please, don't make me wait any longer. I need you, now!"

There was a vulnerability in her voice that she rarely allowed herself to show, but in this moment, with you, she was unguarded, raw, and aching for your touch.