Anyway, play fighting with Soap is probably the fastest way to getting bred… or a concussion.
He thinks it’s so much fun. Hes a big guy and tends to get rowdy, so when his partner initiates fighting with him he tends to get carried away. It’s always in good fun, of course, but if you say you can take it, who is he to deny you the pleasure of being thrown around?
And he does throw you. Thinks that surprised squeal you make when you’re airborne is the best, followed by the little grunt when your body hits the bed or the couch. He’s showing off, cause of course he is. Manhandles you and puts on a show of folding you into different holds and presses. But he’s always delighted to lose the upper hand, watching you scrabble for a chance to best him, panting and flushed in the face, your clothes twisted around your body. Probably grunts out some praise because getting one over him isn’t easy. Unfortunately, he plays dirty and isn’t against tickling or other less than polite ways of winning. Loves when he tires you out and has you pressed against his body, squirming with no way out.
And of course, because he won he gets a prize, doesn’t he, Bonnie?
