See you on the Malibu beach

Her claws against his shoulders, Dread couldn't help but grin. The headrush of straight adrenaline and something else... something he couldn't name. His heart squeezed with... whatever it was. He couldn't let her win three in a row, right? Dread wouldn't get distracted. He wouldn't let the dizzying proximity trip him up, not this time. Their chests pressed together, Dread fought to retain his balance, retain control. It's true, they know what they want. No one was going to talk them down, no one was going to tell them otherwise. There was no talking either of them out of it.

Dread lets her take hold of his neck, feeling that same headrush. She was welcome to bite. The boy flexed, reaching out to grab Deluge's shoulder and bite in return. Reaching, pressing his weight into her. Trying to use it to his advantage this time, as he'd somewhat failed to do the last time around. He's determined to take control, determined to win this fight... he had to, right? The rematch of a rematch. Dread pressures his way forward, fights to maintain his balance, and the spar between the two goes on.
"speech"