Adrenaline flows through your veins and heightens your senses. This is fun. You begin the delicate act of fencing with her while protecting your chocolate prize. You find yourself feeling a bit disappointed when her natural milky flavor gets replaced by a coco one as the sweet melts between your slick, thrashing muscles. Your hands no longer fight her, instead they hold her, gently scratching her neck and the side of her face. This isn’t a battle anymore. More than once she gains the upper hand but hesitates long enough for you to snag it back. This is probably the closest she’s ever come to sharing. You experimentally give her control of the slobbery mass but she doesn’t return it. Yep, still competitive as ever.