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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]

Cleaning him up is relatively easy, mostly in that he doesn't wear that much in the first place - and practical as he might have been about the kiss in statement, he's definitely not complaining about her hands on him either.

[violencetobasic]

Getting the gore mostly out of his hair is probably the biggest challenge. And in the cleaning process, her hands aren't reluctant to be there, either, pressing and kneading into his scalp, temples, neck shoulders

[dhrakon]

There's something of a groan-growl in response, sounding quite content. He stretches out a little, shifting to give her access to keep on with that.

[violencetobasic]

Continue she does. Once she's worked over his head and neck enough, Son'ja soon focues on getting the tension out of muscles on either side of his spine and both arms. After she works thoroughly onhis right hand, she holds it a little toredly and gives it a quick kiss.

[dhrakon]

The continuing massage draws more of the small, content groans and growls, and his hand is offered up readily for both the massage, and the kiss.

"You serve well. I can see why those in power wanted you - and am glad they weren't worthy of you."

[violencetobasic]

"One has to have standards. I appreciate that you understand, Dhrakon."

[dhrakon]

"I understand that you don't deserve to be here, but having standards you're willing to die for makes you better than any of those who brought you here."

[violencetobasic]

Son'ja smiles warmly. "Yes. Thank you very much."

[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.