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Sparring is a dance they’ve been practicing together for over a decade.
Her whips fly out — he swerves to avoid them.
He shoots flame, but it’s stopped by a stream.
Ultimately, she soaks him with a wave from a (convenient) pond.
He grins — so much more easily now than when they first met — and she crows. “Got you wet!”
And then his expression changes and his eyes smolder as he approaches, water dripping from his robes.
Soon enough, his arms wrap her in her element and he nibbles playfully at her neck.
“Your turn next,” he promises, and she shivers.