no diggity

The crimson woman flopped down beside her, just as flustered and out of breath. Oh thank asters, she wasn't just a pussy. It felt good not to be the wimp, for once. The two lazed there, like beached whales, and gasped. Finally, the woman managed to say,"You definately win. And I am never. Ever. Climbing anything ever again,"

Her delight was heavily watered down by exhaustion. A feeble, exalted cry of ”Yay!” wheezed past ebony lips. It was the best she could do, at the moment. She was exhausted, and her legs hurt for real now. She hadn't even recovered from her swim from the island earlier, and here she was, running up cliffs like a mountain goat. At some point, her trachea had stopped being on fire. Wow. Breathing. What a novel sensation. It wasn't time to get up yet, though. Too tired for that. Legs, gonna fall off. ”What do I get for winning?” She asked with a shit eating grin on her face, daring to lift her head and direct a smug look at the other woman. ”A kiss perhaps?” She wasn't about to let on that she'd never smooched with anyone in her life. After all, she was a ladykiller, wasn't she? What kind of panty dropping charmer hadn't kissed a girl in her life? A bad one.