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His sass was her saving grace. Her head was back in the game, and her trident was sharp against his shield to prove it. "Oh yes. You know how much I miss you. I'm desperate for it." She stabbed him again, another playful, but meaningful poke.

"For another pair of glasses, that is. You, ehhhh." Her grin lit up her entire face as she teased him.

HP: 19
Damage: 4

Was she being mean? She started to legitimately worry. Her frustrations were getting the better of her, and Dylon was an undeserving target. She let him pull her closer, his weapon digging deep into her shield, and pushed back, letting it sink even deeper. She could almost feel the pleasure she used to get from that pain, when she forced it. It was close, like a word on the tip of her tongue, always just out of reach.

She bent her head in until it rested on his neck, and inhaled. "You do, too."

It would be so easy. It would make everything better again. It would change nothing, and yet. And yet, it would change her. Or maybe it wouldn't let her change. But it would feel so good that it was almost worth it, if she just gave in one more time.

The trident crackled against his shield as she dove it, slowly, intimately, up into his body.

HP: 12

Damage: 8

The trident disappeared between them, leaving little else to keep her from pressing against his body. She lounged there, greedily soaking in the ease of human body melded against hers. She could feel his energy in the tenseness of his muscles, just like hers. Tense, and needy.

No one would ever know, she convinced herself. It would be like cheating on a diet. Would she be a better person if she denied herself this? Was she hurting herself if she availed herself of his offer? Would she be hurting anyone else?

Her hands reached up and wrapped around his neck, thrumming a beat against the skin as she tried to make up her mind. She looked up at him, and then immediately closed her eyes. Too pretty. Don't look.

"Maybe." She whispered, her voice hitching with desire and conflict. "Not this time. I'm trying something new." Something terrible. Something she needed to be talked out of, clearly. She had all but talked herself out of it in seconds, as it was, but something was keeping that last thread from breaking. She couldn't even begin to fathom what.

Maebe opened her eyes again, and slit them thin with sarcasm. "Believe me, Dylon. You have no competition. No one's even trying." She rose her fingers up, playing with the ends of his hair. Was she really about to try and have a real conversation with Dylon? This was new.

"I've had a lot of negative emotions tied up with sex." She stopped, her eyes opening wider. "Not with you of course. Being with you has always been nothing but joy. But there's been some situations that might have affected the way I see myself. I'm trying to fix that, so I don't associate sex with a lack of self-respect anymore."

And she found it was easy to explain, because she was proud of the attempt. She was proud that she was trying. Even if she was almost failing in his tempting arms.

"For a little while. Yeah." She admitted, her smile turning sly as she emphasized how little she thought she could hold out. "Of course I know that. It's just hard resisting your natural charm. But I promise, the minute I figure my s**t out, and I can enjoy sex again without all the baggage I'm carrying with me, you're the first person I'll call."

She reached down and patted his backside, to seal the deal. "You have no idea how hard this is. No idea."

What a gentleman. She slid her hand under the crook of his, and leaned heavily against him. "I would be honored." Despite how sensual and open Dylon always was, it would be difficult to forget that he had a sweet side, too. A perfect package, wrapped up in that little smile. If the world were made up entirely of Dylon's, it would be a better place.