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If he had expected Ailara to react to his robe, he most certainly didn't expect her to react like that. Her hand reached out to trail down his body, her finger running along the contours of his muscles. He shook slightly from her touch, heat rising to his skin where her finger touched to leave a burning line down chest. Any of the wits he had gathered again from seeing her naked was shattered again as she jumped on him, knocking them both to the ground and tying their waists together with his sash. That was a use for the strap of cloth that Race had never thought of before, but now realized that was much more useful than its actual purpose.

"HUNK!!" With that flattering description, Ailara set about kissing every part of his face that she could, leaving yet more burning spots where her lips touched. Between kisses she breathily described him with a number of other words, but Race didn't understand any of them. His arms snaked around her waist, holding her to him tighter than the strap was, as her breath became pants. She grabbed the sides of his had to hold him still and pressed her lips to his. This kiss was even more heated than the one they had shared last night, and after a moment of shocked pleasure, Race responded in turn. He had to hold back his groan when she bit his botom lip as she pulled away.

Benoit's voice rose up as she finished, and with a rush of motion Ailara untied them and removed Race's arms from around her. Benoit's tail wrapped around her (amazing) body, and pulled her away from him again. The dragon shot another icicle at the monk, and it looked like it was seriously going to run through him before it melted, dousing the monk in freezing water. The splash of cold water roused the man from his kiss-induced stupor, allowing him to rise from the ground in time to watch Benoit fly away with Ailara on his back.

Valoo gave Race a minute to shake it off, then took a large robe out of one of the packs strapped to his side and draped it over Race. The monk nodded a quick thanks and slid his arms through the sleeves, not bothering to tie the sash and just letting the robe hang naturally on his torso. Valoo laughed amusedly at his partner, and then said "Maybe next time you should give her your pants..." Race stood up and got on Valoo's back again, slipping in his seat and prodding Valoo to go towards the finish. Valoo shook his head, looking up at the monk out of the corner of his eye. "What? You didn't think that was funny?" "No, I didn't say that. I was just thinking that it sounded like a good plan." "Oh, I see. Heh, I think she's starting to have an effect on you." That done, Valoo started moving towards the finish, all their badges in tow.