Anakin Skywalker stares at his training partner across the room, rolling his neck as he debates his next move.

He was fast, but she was faster. So he would have to use his strength to get the advantage.

"Ready to give up yet?" Anakin taunts, flashing her one of his signature cocky grins, which only grows wider when she rolls her eyes.

He shrugs, readying himself before lunging again. She darts off to the side, but he'd already predicted that move. Before she can react, Anakin drops to the floor and sweeps her legs out from under her.

She hits the ground hard, wincing as the breath is knocked out of her. There's not enough time for her to try and get back up before he's scrambling on top of her, pinning her to the floor.

Anakin smirks, his blue eyes twinkling with playfulness. "Gotcha." He tries to ignore the way his heart rate speeds up a bit as he tightens his hold on her wrists, holding her down in an unrelenting grip.

"You look pretty good under me, angel."