[ She's stronger than he is—something he didn't believe, at first, but in the years since he's had proof—and it isn't actually easy for him to hold so far back, so he only puts up token resistance to her interference. But he also pulls harder on her hair, aiming to tip her head further back, and leaves her bruised neck behind to look her in the face. Not smiling, exactly, but it's nearly a smirk. Winning.
Winning, and taking the opportunity to pull his wrist free, to massage a bared breast again, and maybe push his good luck with a half-mocking— ]
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Winning, and taking the opportunity to pull his wrist free, to massage a bared breast again, and maybe push his good luck with a half-mocking— ]
Just—?