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[violencetobasic]

She could be proud, at least, of this: not all the blood in her mouth was her own. She was covered in bruises and still snarling insults in four languages when she hit the rather dank ground in the relative darkness.

She looked around her, and knew she was probably going to die horribly in this place, and didn't regret a thing. A girl had to have Standards.

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[dhrakon]

"No." He responds. No longer in front of a crowd.No longer doing things for any reaction or cause. He grabs her, and pulls her in to kiss her fiercely.

"Thank you."

[violencetobasic]

And her lips yield all the more readily without an audience. When they part for air. "You're welcome. Literally. You earned me. I like you very much, Dhrakon." She doesn't really expect a response, just invites more kisses.

[dhrakon]

Words aren't his strong point. At the invitation, he kisses her again, holding her against him, a hand roaming down her side.

[violencetobasic]

And she is quite happily held.

Among Son'ja's personal strong points is memorization. Such as each face involved in putting her here. And everything he's been trying to tell her recently. And she figures it could be put to other things

Her hands have already gotten a start on his skin, but she eventually seems to be trying to map him out more thoroughly.

[dhrakon]

There's plenty to memorize. Even with very limited instinctual force healing, his heavily muscled frame is a network of scars, maps of old battles in and out of the arena writ large on his flesh for her wandering hands.

He's certainly not objecting, nor breaking the kiss so soon this time.

[violencetobasic]

She'll continue to explore those, and continue to be kissed, soft interested noises getting gradually louder against his lips.