"I guess that depends on which of us is more responsible for our victory," I muse.
She snorts. "Don't you mean which of us is more responsible for the loss?"
I grin. "The choice is yours."
"Well, I had more lives left than you did, so I think that makes me the winner of the losers," she teases.
I laugh. "How can I argue with that logic?"
"You can't," she responds as we head through the main door. "But how about you have visitation rights?"
"To a trophy?"
Her lips twist up into a knowing smile. "The visitation rights are to my room," she murmurs, her voice low and inviting.
"Ah."
She looks at me and bites her bottom lip. Before I really know what's happening, she reaches out and pulls me into an alcove.
Lottie doesn't say anything as she puts her arms around my neck, pulling me closer and pressing her lips against mine. The kiss is deeper than any we shared in the magi-tag field, making everything tighten within me.
I brush my hand against her back, accidentally touching her wing as I do.
She lets out a small whimper against my mouth as I do.
"Are you okay?" I murmur.
She pulls back slightly and nods. "It feels good when you touch them." Her gaze meets mine, and it's full of promise, making me wonder what it might mean.
"Then I can do it more." My voice comes out low, and I brush the back of my hand against the soft underside of her wing again.
Her lips part, and a delightful gasp escapes from them. "Maybe here isn't the right place."
"Oh?"
She chews on her lip. "We should go somewhere less public."
"Know of any secret passages around here?" I ask.
"No. I don't know any. So why don't you kiss me now, and then come to my room under the pretext of finding the perfect place to put the trophy?"
I chuckle. "If that's the pretext, what's the real reason?"
Her lips quirk into a smile that doesn't leave the answer to the imagination. "Unless you don't want to," she says quickly.
"Oh, I want to." I lean in and capture her lips in a deep kiss.
She presses herself against me, and I can feel my body start to respond. I slip my tail around her waist, brushing it against her back and feeling her respond to the touch. I've seen her watching my tail on more than one occasion, so it shouldn't surprise me that she likes it when I touch her with it.
"We should really move," she murmurs against my lips.
"I like it here," I respond, not moving an inch.
She places her hand on my chest, no doubt being able to feel my heart race in response. "But if we move, we can go up to my room and we don't have to wear as many clothes there."
"I thought you were inviting me to find the perfect spot for the trophy?"
"For a smart guy, you're being a little dense," she responds.
