Spinning out of control

He was fairly confident in his ability to both hang onto her and to wiggle the short distance necessary to reach the bag. It would be an easy win and no one would be thinking about the cave or the storm or the various other heavy matters they were tiptoeing around and he for one would no doubt be crowing over a nice little victory. Granted, he still needed to figure out how to get hold of the jar, open it and dump the contents on her, but he suspected the only real option there would be to release her and dive for it. If he was fast he could get it quickly and the cave was small enough she would have nowhere to hide.

All his scheming thoughts stuttered to a halt as she clawed her way to his face and kissed him. Pyrrhic nearly caught himself, he almost saved his plan, laughed in her mouth and kept going, but the addition of a clever and cruelly applied tongue killed his efforts to salvage the situation. His brain hiccuped. What else could it do with this bizarre, alien experience that was not at all unpleasant?

All thoughts of the bag forgotten, he leaned up into the kiss. Pyrrhic’s arms were still locked tightly around her but having forgotten that they were competing it was likely he wouldn’t offer much resistance if she tried to break away from him. To do so would be a shame though.