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"Exactly." There were still smears on the visor, but he'd managed to get the majority off, which really only served to tempt her into further attempts to cover it with mud. She refrained though, barely, and glanced down at her hands before looking past them at her legs. She was a mess. Not as much of a mess as she could have been, given it was a giant mud pit, but still exceedingly dirty.

A flick her eyes took in the shirt Sol was wearing, the one she'd given him so he'd have something clean to wear, and it was an evil sort of grin that over took delicate features. Impish. As she reached out and pressed her hand against his chest before pulling it down the front of his shirt.

She then turned on her heel and began walking across the dirty field towards the surrounding ropes, small hands brushing against each other. She paused after a couple steps to glance back over her shoulder at him. "You've got a little something on you there." Brat.

The sound of retreating steps through the mud could wither mean she'd actually pissed him off and he was storming his way back to the dorms, or he was tossing his coat somewhere safe before.. Yep. Approaching squelching, a pause, and then a big handful of mud exploding against the middle of her already rather filthy back. She turned, leveling the other trainee with challenging grin, before stooping to scoop up another handful herself. It dripped between her fingers as she passed it from hand to hand, then she was winding back and unleashing the ball of mud in the general direction of his shoulder.

<Nice shot.

Thanks

She was all too smug as she stood ankle deep in the mud across from him, hands down at her sides.

In for a penny, in for a pound. They were already dirty(Well, he was now, thanks to her), so they might has well have a little fun before trudging off for to get cleaned up with a cold shower(separate) and some very serious scrubbing on clothing in the bathroom sinks.

She was already running before the second mud ball glanced her hip. But it wouldn't matter, because Solomon was just as agile as she was, and his legs were about a mile longer. Running was an act of futility, and she knew it.

An arm went around her waist, and she gave a startled squeak as he lifted her completely off the ground, before the pair of them went down with an all might splash in the mud.

It was everywhere, and she flounder a little trying to push herself up, but there was an arm anchoring her. "Sol!" She was laughing as she squirmed around to face him, and delighted in dropping both muddy hands down on the visor with a little splat.

This was mud war fair. Mercy was for the weak.

Suddenly a large muddy hand was pressed into her face and she was screaming, high and started, but not at all like she'd done earlier. There was no pain, only a thread of hysterical laughter as she pushed at his arm and attempted to get the gritty dirt off her mouth. It was impossible. "Solomon!" Vengeance indeed!

She managed to wrangle his hand by sliding her fingers between his and holding it back at arms's length, elbow locked. The other arm came up like she was about to rub her face, but at the last second she thought better of it. It would have only made things worse. So instead she lay her hand on his chest and leaned into him as she pushed with her feet. Forcing him over and onto his back.

Succeeding in this, she'd attempt to claim the higher ground by way of straddling his stomach, but his grip on her was still pretty tight.

Peyton had been a position similar to this only one, and there was something fundamentally different about sitting on Tuck's chest and smashing pie into his face, and sitting on Sol, with his hand on her hip, covered in mud.

She sort of froze as his words sank in, fingers tightening around his as a blush rose up on tanned cheeks that no amount of caked on mud could hide. And yet, despite the flush and extreme fluttering flip of her stomach, she retained her smile. Albeit it was small, unsure, and somewhat hesitant now. Vulnerable, and completely adorable.

Pale lips pressed together, the lower catching between her teeth in a brief nibble before she dropped her gaze, down and away.

"Well," she finally managed, color still showing between the smears of mud decorating her face. "I guess there's a lot you still have to lean about me, hm?"

<Right, because you have any idea.>

Hush you.

The demon had been right, Peyton really didn't have a clue as to what she liked or didn't like, having never done anything remotely similar before, but she wasn't unwilling to find out. At least not if Sol was the one helping her along on that journey of self discovery.

How did he do that? How did he turn such innocent seeming words into something that sounded both incredibly promising and absolutely terrifying in an unknown way. She stared down at him, smile slipping from her lips, and swallowed almost audibly. But she didn't move, not even as his fingers slid up her side, except for a small shiver that climbed up her spine and rose goosebumps along her arms. It wasn't even a question of whether or not she would blush for him. Her cheeks were on fire as his thumb smoothed across one, smearing mud in it's wake, speeding her pulse.

She turned into that touch, hands tightening, before the one that had been pinning his arm slowly withdrew and came to rest beside the other on his chest.

It was possibly a good thing she didn't fully understand his second comment, or she might have been inclined to move. Instead she found herself dwelling on the first, and as she returned lavender eyes to his face that soft smile returned.

There was more to learn, and she was finding herself more and more eager to uncover those stones.

The second trailing brush of fingers garnered a very similar reaction to the first as a shiver rolled up her back and over her shoulders, renewing the goosebumps that were fading along tanned arms. Her entire body seemed to tighten, shoulders hunching as knees tightened around him, and a small little sound rolled up and past pale parted lips.

She didn't think she could blush any harder as he spoke, but seconds later he'd prove her wrong as she flipped her over, pinning her in the mud with him on top of her. It was a miracle she hadn't up and fainted with the lack of blood to the rest of her small body. It all seemed to be flooding to her face.

And let's not even go into how fast her heart was beating.

Peyton lay absolutely still in the mud, very aware of every inch of shared contact. She wet her lips, drawing in a slow breath. "Are you a monster?"

She swallowed again, throat working under the brush of his hand as it slid across that narrow column and left a stain of mud in it's wake. Her left hand found moved to circle around that wrist, light and unrestricting, as her thumb slid along his palm. Even if she'd wanted to stop him, that wouldn't have been the hand she'd use. There was no strength to it. She'd have sooner held of a an excited puppy, let alone a six foot something Sun hunter.

Her right hand went up to the edge of the visor, tracing along that bottom edge. Sorely tempted to push it up so she could see his face. That teasing smile was pretty to look at, but she could only read so much from it. That boy is a monster. "Are you going to eat me?"