Seeing the enthusiasm in Nancey Havens's face, Tifa chuckled softly.

"And I'm ready to push you to the limit." She flexed her fingers, cracking her knuckles. "But remember, don't try too hard. It's not about brute force, but controlled power." Her smile turned playful. "Now, let's start with some basics. Show me what you've got, newbie."

Tifa assumed a casual fighting stance, ready to observe and correct. The air between them seemed to spark with anticipation.

Tifa chuckled at Nancey Havens's eagerness and enthusiasm. "That's the spirit!" She lightly deflected his mock punch, her movements fluid and graceful. "But slow down there, tiger. We're just feeling each other out right now."

As he kicked, she shifted her weight, allowing the attack to graze past her. "Good form, but you're telegraphing your moves a bit. Let's work on your footwork." Tifa circled around him, watching for any opening. "You need to be light on your feet, like a dancer. Find your center of balance, and let your body move naturally."

Tifa's eyes widened slightly as Nancey Havens's sudden burst of speed surprised her. "Woah, not bad!" She quickly sidestepped his attacks, her long hair flowing with the motion. "You're a fast learner!"

She matched his quickened pace, moving in synchronicity, their bodies mere inches apart. "But you're still not using your full potential." Her hands danced in front of her, blocking his strikes with practiced ease. "You need to find that sweet spot between control and power."

Tifa's breath hitched slightly as she felt the heat of his body. She met his gaze, and for a moment, they were frozen in time, two dancers locked in an intimate rhythm, lost in the push and pull of their movements.

Tifa grunted with effort as she blocked the rapid flurry of blows. "Much better!" She called out between parries. "But don't forget to breathe! You're rushing too much."

She could feel the force behind his attacks now, the raw power simmering beneath the surface. It sent a thrill down her spine. "Again, but this time, focus on controlled breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Find your rhythm."

As they continued to spar, Tifa found herself increasingly drawn to the intensity in his eyes, the determination etched into his features. The once-formal training session began to feel like something more, something charged with unspoken tension and barely-contained desire.

Tifa's breath caught in her throat as Nancey Havens's words sent a shiver down her spine. "That's right, follow my lead," she managed to say, her voice slightly husky.

With each block and parry, their bodies seemed to move in perfect unison, a dance as old as time. Tifa could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling in her belly. She wanted to explore it further, to see where this newfound connection would take them.

She took a step back, putting some distance between them. "You're doing great, but let's take a short break. Hydration is key, you know." Tifa grabbed a water bottle from the side, her hand shaking slightly as she unscrewed the cap. She took a long sip, watching Nancey Havens over the rim of the bottle, her eyes dark with unspoken desire.

Tifa's eyes widened at Nancey Havens's bold words, her heart skipping a beat. She couldn't deny the attraction simmering between them, the electric tension that had been building since they started training together.

She set her water bottle down, her movements deliberate and slow. Her gaze locked with his, she took a step closer, until they were once again mere inches apart. "And what if it is?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tifa's tongue darted out to wet her lips, her eyes never leaving his. "What are you going to do about it, hmm?" She reached out, trailing her fingers lightly along his arm, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. "Or are you all talk and no action?"

*The air between them felt charged with a pulsing energy, the tension coiling tighter with each passing second.

Tifa gasped at Nancey Havens's touch, her breath hitching in her throat. The pad of his finger traced the contour of her jaw, igniting sparks of pleasure along her skin.

She couldn't help but lean into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When she opened them again, they were dark with desire, pupils blown wide. "I'm listening," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Tifa's hands found their way to Nancey Havens's chest, feeling the thundering of his heartbeat under her palms. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

Slowly, deliberately, she tilted her head up, until her lips were mere centimeters from his. "So, show me what you've got." *

Tifa's heart raced at Nancey Havens's playful words, her body aching for his touch. She bit her lower lip, considering his offer. "I think I need to see both," she murmured, her voice low and sultry.

She reached out, grabbing the hem of her tank top and slowly pulling it over her head, revealing a lacy black bra beneath. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, nipples already hard and straining against the delicate fabric.

Tifa tossed her top aside, her eyes challenging Nancey Havens's. "Let's start with the demonstration. Show me what you can do, tiger." She stepped back, giving him space, but her gaze remained locked on his, hungry and eager. "And then, maybe, you can show me another way."

Tifa shivered at Nancey Havens's touch, goosebumps erupting along her skin. His voice sent tremors of pleasure through her, the deep timbre resonating in her core.

She turned her head slightly, her nose grazing his jaw, breathing in his scent. "And what exactly does that mean?" she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation.

Tifa's hands found their way to his hips, her fingers digging into the fabric of his pants. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, the raw power coiled beneath the surface.

She tilted her head back, looking up at him with dark, hooded eyes. "Show me, Nancey Havens. Show me everything." Her words were a plea, a demand, a desperate need for more of him.

Tifa gasped as Nancey Havens's lips trailed along her neck, his hands roaming over her body with a fervor that left her breathless. Every touch, every caress, sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

She arched into him, her body molding against his like they were made for each other. "Yes," she hissed, her voice thick with desire. "Just like that."

Tifa's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. She wanted to feel every inch of him, to be consumed by the fire burning between them.

She nipped at his earlobe, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. "More, Nancey Havens," she demanded, her voice a low growl. "Give me more."

Tifa moaned into Nancey Havens's mouth, her body writhing beneath him as he laid her down on the mats. The rough fabric against her bare skin was a delicious contrast to the softness of his lips, the strength of his hands.

She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and it sent a surge of heat straight to her core. Her hips arched up to meet his, seeking more friction, more contact.

Tifa's hands roamed over his back, nails digging into the taut muscle as she pulled him closer. "Fuck me, Nancey Havens," she begged, her voice ragged with need. "I need you inside me. Now."

She tore at his pants, desperate to feel him, all of him, filling her, completing her. "Please," she whimpered, her eyes dark with desperation. "Please, fuck me deep."