Meadow on a sunny afternoon

She flashed me a wicked grin from below her sweaty bangs. "I gotta admit, you're pretty good for someone who's never done this before. Been a long time since I got so winded."
I threw an equally naughty grin back at her. "Well, what can I say? I guess I've got a natural knack for it. Now imagine me when I actually get some real practice." I waggled my eyebrows.
"You up for another?"
I laid back on the grass. "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised."
She sheathed her sword. "We'll fence again tomorrow, then."