Stars burst across Johanna's vision at the sudden tight grip of Kate's legs--and she gasps, before her breath is cut off. She can't help herself. A sudden lack of air will do that to you, your own fucking body betraying you.

But just as soon as the pressure's increased, it's gone again--and it's for the best that Kate lets up, because a kiss is easily followed by a bite, because if Johanna had gotten her head together she would, without question, have bitten Kate. Only Kate lets up, and Johanna twists away, instantly, flopping back onto the mat with a huge gulp of a breath. She lays there for a moment, boneless--but that's the kind of laxness that shows weakness, and weakness only ever gets you killed. Still a little dizzy, she plants her palms on the mat and shoves herself up.

"A draw," she repeats, for emphasis, her breathing still a little ragged. "Ready for business, now that pleasure's out of the way?"

She licks her top lip, just a little. Still a little salty, and it's not, by the way, as casual a move as it might seem. A bit too calculated for that. Pleasure indeed.