Gonna draw your last breaths, at the end of our Mek’Leths

The hard press of a body against her own sets off a spark in the mottled girls bioluminescence and she drops her height to better balance and counter the shove with her own weight. It is messy and graceless with their limbs so tangled, but she doesn't mind the closeness when it's him. Besides, she can maybe press an advantage, get close enough to whisper something obscene into his ear and catch him off guard again. Maybe she'd be better off taking a leaf out of her mother's book? It had worked on her dad after all. "Are y' sure y' aren't tired? You've been runnin' through my mind all day..." She smile disarmingly and took a swipe with her left catlike paw, only extending her claws enough to try and catch his ribs so she could reach out with the other and lock him into a hug where their chests could press close. "Sorry if I seem a little distracted. I’m jus' not really feeling myself. I’d much rather be feeling you. She lifted a brow suggestively, her back end giving a little wiggle. The rest of the raid could have started and ended around her and she wouldn't care for the outcome outside of this little spar.