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problem, exactly.  But playing close like that had meant that she hadn't missed many tries.  She'd gone 31 for 48, which was some sort of record for a league-rated dispute match, and over 60%, no question.
    So that was it.  Turned out that next up was Cali, whose target was 25 scoring tries.  Coach thought he'd been holding back a little, and that'd push him to take the point more often.  Wasn't wise to let Rache and Chev make all the runner tries, or they'd be targeted.  And after a win like that one, coach wasn't tying anyone to the stump.  Day off, and they'd earned it.
    Only, well.  It had come to be the rhythm of the thing.  Too early to try to sleep, still buzzing with the energy of the crowd, the yells of all those people at once when she'd broken loose and scored four in a row, left-handed.  It had been like a single many-throated animal, it had been like one of the pre-crunch giant planes, bursting out into the sky.
    She had a bit of the sweetcorn and mutton, talked a bit with Katy and Pranah—they were hellaciously impressed with what she'd managed, anyway—and Cali, who was a bit apprehensive about having to score that often in league matches.
    "It'll be fine," she said, when he was done explaining.  "Get to know everyone a little better, anyway."
    He scowled at her, but there was a bit of lightness in that scowl.  And hell; he'd enjoyed fucking Raven's ass often enough—now it was his turn to take it from Born.  No way that wasn't fair.
    More than fair, really.
    Born had been exhausted after the match.  Hell, he'd let fewer points through than that Equinox monster, and that was a hell of a thing for anyone.  So when everyone else was shouting and running and clapping Raven's back, he'd sat on his stump, and breathed, and gave Raven a nod and then a shy, happy smile.  And then stumbled back to his tent, and went to sleep.
    Which was where Raven found him.  Not sleeping; sitting cross-legged, looking at Raven's curse-marker, which had fallen loose during the match.
    He held it up to her, a little shamefaced.  She took it, and then took his hand, and led him out to the game field, only pausing to grab one of his chains as she left.
    There weren't quite so many crickets or katydids in the pre-crunch stadium.  It was echoingly quiet, a little spooky.
    But Born knew what she wanted; his broad, sure fingers undid the catches on her vest, untied the laces of shirt and trousers.  They were gentle along her skin, along the stiff peaks of her nipples, and she moaned, but held herself back, as he looped the coils of chain around her, tightened the prickle-catch, and then laid her down over the center tower's stump.
    He was slow and gentle, and pushed in, first in her mouth, and she took as much as she could.  And then, with oil and patience and strength, into her ass.  She yowled like a cat, twisted and growled and then when his hand found her clit, came, the pain in her ass and the ache in her thighs all coming together at once.
    He used her there for a while, and then pulled out, cleaned off, and lifted her up.  He didn't lose control until he was holding her by the chains around her chest, and then pushed her down onto his cock.  She bucked against him, her skin hot on his, as he came, and she came again.
    She'd made her target, and the next game night she'd been getting to know Cali a little better.  But when that was done, and he was back in the camp, she'd be going back out with Born and his chains.  And after that, and after that, until they were both done playing and found somewhere to settle down.
    They hadn't talked about it, of course.  But she'd been listening to Born, and he'd been listening to her.  He held her there, clasped to his chest, and she shivered in his grip, and she asked, and he answered, and he asked, and she answered, forever and ever, with no words at all.