Lion Head Mesa [m] Sidewinder

Her prize was to be a second game. She senses she doesn't need it here. She arcs her spine into a slow stretch instead and trickles around the board into the neb’s side. She did not touch him except with her eyes.

“Take me to your room, Naberius,” her voice hushed, close, as if her head lay on a pillow next to his.

No formalities now, she had won them from him.