Dragoncrest Cliffs planet's mad

I kept things vague. You can fade this out in our next post and we could have another one?

They sparred and play-fought in the blizzard for a long time after that. Both eager to shove the other's face in the heap of snow, both succeeding at it at various points during the intercourse. There were moments of glory, followed by stupid mishaps, losing balance, slipping and falling rather ungracefully, only to get back on the feet again and have another go at the game. Eventually they had tired each other out. Merlin sprawled out in the snow on his belly to cool off, rubbing the sides of his face against the snow to get rid of any saliva left there by Haunt's failed attempts to fully decapitate him.

"We should do this again sometime," he told her shaking snow out of his ears. "You're tough."