Sah
The sudden shift in weigh throws Sah off balance and he falls back off of Maeve. But as he falls, he grabs the queen by the hip and pulls her down with him, till they've reversed their pinned position yet again.
Snickering, Sah snaps his teeth just under Maeve's jaw, inches from her throat. "Don't tempt me." Another chuckle leaves him, and he draws his next words out teasingly, "Your Majesty."
From what he remembers, Maeve wasn't a fan of titles. Calling her one was a little bit of petty revenge for her win. Because frankly, this was her win. Sah sighs, relaxing fully into the sand and letting go of Maeve, his hand falling to the sand beside him. "I think this spar goes to you. I'm beat." Sah makes no move to push Maeve off of him, never one to feel awkward with such things like physical closeness between friends.
Snickering, Sah snaps his teeth just under Maeve's jaw, inches from her throat. "Don't tempt me." Another chuckle leaves him, and he draws his next words out teasingly, "Your Majesty."
From what he remembers, Maeve wasn't a fan of titles. Calling her one was a little bit of petty revenge for her win. Because frankly, this was her win. Sah sighs, relaxing fully into the sand and letting go of Maeve, his hand falling to the sand beside him. "I think this spar goes to you. I'm beat." Sah makes no move to push Maeve off of him, never one to feel awkward with such things like physical closeness between friends.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
