Sweat slicked her warm skin, her heart drummed in her chest, this was how she honored the god.

Sweat slicked his skin, stones like snakeblades sliced his feet, a sandcat could track him by the scent of his blood.

Sweat slicked her body.

Sweat slicked his pistol grip.

Sweat slicked his hands under his thin gloves, and his shirt clung to his back.

Sweat slicked her bare skin.

Sweat slicked the creature's shoulders and flanks as she shifted nervously.

Sweat slicked his face; his stare seemed enough to set her afire.

Sweat slicked his hair to his skull, rolled down his chest.

Sweat slicked his face, and his jaw was tight.