I Like It Rough

Indigo was clearly proud that he'd won. That was fine. She let him win. She could have fought back more, but this was Indy and she didn't really want to. Besides, she didn't mind losing to him. For some reason, she didn't mind appearing weak around her purple brother. There wasn't anything that she had to prove to him. He accepted her for what she was and lifted her up when she was down. He never made her feel like less. With Indigo, she could be as weak or as powerful as she wished.

Grey ears perked when he requested his kiss. Without any fight, Aslatiel leaned down and left a lingering kiss upon his soft, purple lips. "To the winner go the spoils..." she purred, her lips still against his. With one more kiss, she leaned back, looking down upon him. There was that familiar stirring within her and her heart seemed to squeeze then swell. She didn't feel like this about anyone else. No one else could raise such emotion in her. She didn't quite understand it, but she enjoyed that they had this connection.