She should have known she was going to lose. It was that stumble that did her in. She would have been long gone if it wasn't tripping over the broken cobblestone. The moment his hands glided over her waist she knew it was over. Inwardly cursing herself for losing, she allowed herself to be grabbed at. She was almost too exhausted at that point to fight him, as she allowed him to push her up against the wall. Gasping sharply, her breathing was labored as she tried to control herself.
Adrenaline kicked in a few moments too late and now she was left pinned there with her heart racing and her chest heaving as her lungs tried to control the racing in her heart. Her ears were ringing too, and she didn't fight him as he pushed her up against the wall. If it was anyone else she would have kicked their asses a long time ago, but it was Harold, and while she wasn't going to admit it outwardly... she really did like how forceful he got.
His voice whispering breathlessly against her ear sent a thrill down her spine, as one long leg lifted to drag up his leg and lace around him. "Should I say the same about you, Dingle?" Lips curled into smirk as those hazel eyes watched him press a kiss to her shoulder. Running her nails along his sides, fingers laced into his shirt holding him firmly against her body. Ronnie knew that she really should enjoy this, considering this time tomorrow she would likely start chewing him out for one thing or another. That's the beauty of their "relationship", could it even be called that? Constant bickering and then shameless flirtations and then back to bickering. They were like a pair of children who didn't know what to do with their feelings so they balled them all up into two categories: I hate you, and I like you. Typically both categories spilled into one another.
"Good," Voice was a gentle purr against his ear, "I hate losing..." Her words trailed off as her teeth bit down one his neck. It wasn't a particularly HARSH bite, but it was certainly enough to leave a mark. She made sure to make it worth his while, however, as she immediately followed up that bite with a gentle kiss. He was lucky she was in a playful mood. She could have kicked him away and left him there, but she didn't. To be quite honest, Kegg really did love their constant bickering, it left things interesting in her mind. It was certainly better than having some lame heart-to-heart or whatever people called it.