Cerulean Cape crustacean frustration

Pipit was gaily vicious, invigorated by his ungentle behavior and exhilarated by his virile strength that he had no qualms with using against her. Though no blood spilled between them, there would certainly be some unforgiving welts left tagging their respective hides as they jaw-sparred and gnawed and clawed at one another like a pair of hormonal teenagers. Despite her size, she was surprisingly tough (where he allowed, she realized— as it would've been all too easy for him to toss her aside), but it would always be her swiftness that made her somewhat formidable.

At some point in their wrestling, the golden-eyed swain wound up on his back, allowing her to best him for the briefest moment. She loomed over him with a dainty paw pressed firmly into his chest. "Now," she panted, eyes alight as her tongue lolled and her grin spread wide; "hold still." And she began to use her other paw to mound sand up against his already well-dusted shoulder.