no diggity

That broad grin haunted her the whole way up. Sweet daffodils, she was going to have a stroke. Halfway up a mountain, pissing on death's shoes, she was going to seize up and fall to her death. Over a stupid, breathtaking, butterfly-in-the-gut-inducing, smile. You gay disaster, she thought to herself.

The woman was breathing down her neck now, and not in a fun way. Oh no, not today! She picked up the pace, claws digging in and tossing dirt clods in her wake. Shit, shit, shit! The caramel pelted wolf took a page from her companion's book, and started to wriggle her way between the tree trunks. Skittered up the cliffside like a damned billy goat. Laughter erupted from her jaws, careless and free as a bird. If every day was going to be like this, full of death defying antics and beautiful women, she would never leave. Breaths were torn from her lungs, tongue lolling from her jaws as she panted with the exertion of it.

Damn it! She was going faster now! Those long legs were giving an edge, and not just in looks. Making use of her shoulder muscles, she started to try and pull herself forward. It wasn't working as well as she'd like. After all, she wasn't a mountain lion. By the time the summit was within reach, it seemed like winning was out of the cards. Perhaps she could manage a stalemate, and just keep pace. At this point, that was her best bet.

One final heave, and she tossed herself onto the top. Wow, flat ground. Nice. Sprawled out on her side, features split apart by a blissful grin, she panted unabashedly. Grass scrubbed across her tongue, as it lolled towards the ground. ”Shit,” She gasped. Sunshiney gaze slid shut for a moment, a breathy chuckle shaking her chest. ”please tell me I won.”