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Sunspot closed around him like a fist, and he bit his lip as, two or three bucks later, he joined in her ecstacy.  "Goddamn," he whimper-moaned, his breath hitching and gasping as he tried to breathe normally.  It was hard to remember how when he was this dizzy.  Sealed together as they were, he did his best to take most of the weight and remain accomodating, ever intuitive to the possibility that she'd try to take off with his however-many-inches of beechwood and dragon heartstring.  "You all right, sweetheart?" he asked in a weatherworn tone.