shoulder to shoulder
Matchback for this.
Reyn's shoulder is sunburnt, freckled, roughly rotatory in socket. It bulges with muscle, leant to the nearest alcove for coveting of Melia, delicate Melia.
Melia's are pale, promised, princess-covered in lace and epaulettes. They are minor monuments erected to High Entian ancestors; they are indeed proud.
Not too proud to be kissed, however. Not too proud to be squeezed. Not too proud to be Reyn's prize, as she gingerly, reluctantly - not to say begrudgingly - lets battle anxiety deflate and ooze into puppy-eyed visions of love.
Melia, the mage, makes rear flank for her reckless tank, always thinking strongly of her.