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Past words, now, Sunspot merely blinked back at the man as he strutted toward her - Who, me? But there was no one else around, and feeling sure that he was coming to her assistence, Sunspot used her folded leg as leverage to arch into his inevitable touch, preening once more as she enjoyed the male's attentions.

His climb up her body was frightfully slow, though Sunspot tried her best to encourage him with wiggles and whines, and finally, a fearsome growl at his heady exclaimation. Damn right I am, she might've said, were she so inclined to waste energy on words when it could be put to better use. Presently, she put her energy into not rising to meet her companion, keeping her belly low to the ground. It was not the stance most conducive to being mounted, but she'd become rather partial to being wrestled into position, and made her view on the matter known with an insolent glance cast over her shoulder. What are you going to do about it?

Of course, if the answer happened to be nothing, she fancied she might not be above begging, today.