Is that what they were doing? Battling for dominance? It wouldn't have surprised her. She and Byrne were almost constantly fighting for one thing or another. They each fought for the independence from one another. They each fought for the other, to keep them in each other's lives. Or something akin to it.
She didn't mind letting him win one. It wasn't a surrender. It was a term of agreement. The accord was where they found a common fondness. In each other, in themselves, in what a moment's peace could bring them. Even if they were in a hot spring, a little more bared than what they might have been comfortable with. She couldn't say she was completely at ease, but it was better than it normally would have been.
"Mm..."
Somehow she coerced him to give her mouth a little freedom. "You keep doing that and I'll probably never be able to breathe again. What would you do if I fainted right here?" She gave him a grin and as if to make herself comfortable, she pressed her body to his. Her arms reached forward, relaxed, and draped her hands along the small of his back.
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She didn't mind letting him win one. It wasn't a surrender. It was a term of agreement. The accord was where they found a common fondness. In each other, in themselves, in what a moment's peace could bring them. Even if they were in a hot spring, a little more bared than what they might have been comfortable with. She couldn't say she was completely at ease, but it was better than it normally would have been.
"Mm..."
Somehow she coerced him to give her mouth a little freedom. "You keep doing that and I'll probably never be able to breathe again. What would you do if I fainted right here?" She gave him a grin and as if to make herself comfortable, she pressed her body to his. Her arms reached forward, relaxed, and draped her hands along the small of his back.