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Once he'd flopped on his side, his prey escaped.
Derg gave up.
He huffed, panting lightly as he lay there, rolling to look up at Whrist with a grin.

"I get the feeling." He agreed with a soft breath of laugh. She called that fun.
No wonder with her...teasing and shenanigans.
The spot she'd licked on his ear burned again.
"We should spar again sometime," he mused, head tilting. still laid out on his back.