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Full lips fell into a soft pout as he pulled her hand away, but it didn't last all the long, not with Solomon leaning in close. His breath was warm against her throat before the brush of teeth pulled a startled, though startlingly appreciative sound from his tiny captive, along with a shiver.

When he spoke the worlds hummed against her skin, and her head tilted, up and away. An impulsive gesture as delicate fingers tensed around his wrist.

It went without saying that she'd never had anyone nibbling at her neck before. It was distracting and exciting and felt altogether too good. Everything else was melting away as she herself melted under the shameless teasing. She forgot they were still outside, still in the mud pit of a tournament ring. Nothing really seemed all that important. Not the win, not the mud caked on her body. Nothing but the young man pinning her to the ground with his mouth playing along her throat.

The girl blinked, frowning as those words sunk in, as realization sunk in. It was true, she wasn't fighting back, wasn't struggling to regain control. That wasn't like her. Or was it? She'd never been in this sort of position before, metaphorical or otherwise. But that tone in his voice, not sadness, not disappointment, but something, made her stir.

She didn't bother pushing with her left hand, it would have been useless, but she did yank on her right. Tiny hand folding upon itself so she could slip it free of his long-fingered grasp and push at his shoulder.

A bid for distance. Distance she didn't really want, but if they were still playing, if the war was still raging, then she needed some iota of control back. "No fair teasing in the middle of a mud fight, Mr. Secretary."

He rolled, and she sat up, arms out at her sides and dropping with heavy globs of mud. She was thick with it, but a well aimed flick her wrist sent a sizable splatter all over him at his comment. "I never said it wasn't fun." In fact that was the problem. It was too fun, it made go still when he was that close, because she invited the attention, liked it, wanted more.

She pouted, cheeks pink under their mask of mud, then rolled up to her feet and offered him a hand up. "Come on, lets get cleaned up before I have to jump in another tournament ring."

He could take the offered help up, or he could be a brat and yank her right back down. Either seemed equally likely from a goofy tease laying in the mud at her feet.

She stared at him, lavender eyes flicking from visor to chest then back up again. Had he indeed wrestled her shirtless they probably would have still been in the mud. Quite possibly making even more of a scene then they already had been. There was something about the tall young man that had Peyton forgetting herself, and she suspected perhaps he was aware of it.

"Some how I doubt a little mud would be much deterrent." Annoying, to be sure. Distracting even, but not much else. "Even with the lack of hot water, I'd say the majority of people on this rock are more fun loving then not."

That small admission was enough to earn him a softly exasperated shake of her head before she gave his hand a tug and started leading him off towards the dorms. "It's not that bad. I mean, we're not getting long luxurious showers or anything, but the water isn't cold either, and with this heat we've been having it can be pretty refreshing." She pivoted so she was walking backwards, facing him. One small hand raising so she could pluck at his shirt. "Couldn't even keep clean a week, huh?"

"Surely I have no idea what you're talking about." Faux innocence was matched with an impish little smile, and she gave the front of his shirt another playfully pluck before falling back into step at his side.

She rolled her eyes at his defense that keeping his clothing clean for more then a few days was a challenge, but the smile only grew wider. Her cheeks were going to begin to ache at this rat. Smiling came easy around Solomon, he likes to goof around, make her laugh. She appreciated it greatly. "I guess we'll just have to be thankful for small miracles then.

"The second those portals are back up, we need to get you some clothing." Walking around with only one change of clothes when the power was up and running was enough of a pain in the a**. With the power down she couldn't even imagine.

"Is that so?" She sounded amused, but her tone was soft, joking. She was only giving him a hard time. Trying to get pay back for all the teasing he did to her, but the stuntman was was relentless.

The mud was beginning to dry on her arms and legs, and she made a face as she rubbed at a thick patch on her arm in an attempted to scrap it off. It didn't completely fail.

"A plan is good. So what's on the agenda?" It seemed like everyone did something different when they stepped through the portals. No two trips ever seemed all that similar. She could admit to being curious as to what everyone else considered fun, or important.

The smile faded from Peyton's lips, and she turned her head, scratching at her cheek. "And isn't that the truth," she mused, voice ironic, before she she shook her head, forced away the emotional baggage, and resettled here in the now.

"Not a bad plan. You going to need any help with any of that, or do you have it covered?" Pale lips pursed, twisting thoughtfully. "Have you gotten paid yet?" She didn't think the portals would be down longer then a year, but it wasn't a pleasant thought, so she chose to let it go, focus on the much more appealing aspects of their conversation.