First Bell, First Clue? - Laxia(D) vs. Bandita

[Letta]

Laxia lay motionless upon the mat. Even when Bandita pushed at her shoulder and hip to roll her squarely onto her back, she showed no sign of noticing. Her eyelids did not stir, and only faint, hurried breaths passed between her parted lips. When Bandita cast both arms above her head, Laxia’s hands dropped without resistance. The position drew her body long and taut, accentuating the graceful line from her shoulders through her narrow waist and hips. Her dignified beauty remained, but she no longer had the strength to protect it. Bandita brought herself over her and slowly lowered her exposed abdomen against Laxia’s. Trained muscle met trained muscle once again, sweat-warmed skin settling together without a gap. Every labored inhale pressed their stomachs together; every exhale let them sink back into the shared warmth. With Laxia’s arms stretched high overhead, Bandita held her down using nothing but the contact of their abdomens.

A pin that seemed to require no firmer restraint. After spending the match reading one another through their bodies, deciding it through that same point of contact seemed to complete the final image Bandita wanted. But the unconscious Laxia could neither understand its meaning nor push her away. The referee dropped beside them and raised one hand. At that exact moment, Bandita arched her back, separating their joined abdomens. Ignoring the referee’s bewilderment, she released the pin and repositioned herself. This time, a little lower. Her knees guided Laxia’s strengthless legs apart, allowing one thigh to settle between them. Then Bandita lowered her hips into deep contact with Laxia’s own. A slow, deliberate friction passed between skin and wrestling attire. Like a spark dropped into the fading darkness of her consciousness, the sensation drew a low moan from Laxia’s lips.

“Uuuh…… nnnh……”

Her eyes remained closed, but the faintest response stirred within her limp body. Bandita slowly lowered herself over Laxia, her taut abdomen settling against Laxia’s belly until their navels met. Each exhausted breath pushed their muscles apart before letting them sink together again in the damp warmth. At first, Laxia understood only scattered sensations, pressure in the darkness, heat, another body moving with her breath. Then soft breasts pressed against her own, carrying the rapid beat of Bandita’s heart into her chest. Laxia’s eyelids trembled faintly. She still could not open them, but she could feel Bandita breathing with her.

The weight above her carried exhausted tremors, a racing heartbeat, and a determination to hold onto this moment. Bandita was not merely pinning her; she was sharing her warmth, breath, and spent body with her. Reaching back, she hooked one of Laxia’s legs behind the knee and drew it high, folding the strengthless limb alongside her body. The other remained spread wide, with Bandita’s thigh settled deeply between them. It was a perfectly legal pin, yet their deep contact and Laxia’s helplessly raised limbs gave it a sensual tension beyond the contest itself. Bandita’s thigh brushed along Laxia’s inner thigh. As their hips pressed more firmly together, Laxia’s clouded consciousness sharpened, and a tremor passed through Bandita into their joined hips and abdomens.

“Nnnh……!”

Laxia pressed her trembling lips together. Had her voice not been so dry and spent, a far more embarrassing moan might have escaped. Then every sensation returned at once.. the soft warmth against her chest, ragged breaths moving along her abdomen, the delicate pressure between their hips and thighs, and each tremor passing into Bandita only to return through their contact. Laxia could not move, yet a private current continued spreading through her body. Bandita’s hand descended over her face, carefully brushing damp orange strands from her eyes and cheeks. The vulnerable expression her disheveled hair had barely concealed was exposed beneath her touch. Then Bandita crossed Laxia’s wrists above her head and pinned both beneath one hand.

Only then did Laxia fully understand her position. Both hands restrained high overhead. One leg folded beside her body, the other spread wide. Their chests and abdomens pressed together, their hips deeply joined. She lay beneath Bandita like a princess who had been completely conquered. Helpless. Defenseless. That did not mean the pride and dignity that had always sustained her were gone entirely. But they could no longer conceal everything beneath them. The composure she had maintained so flawlessly as a noblewoman had crumbled in places, and through those openings appeared the vulnerable face of a girl Laxia had never wished anyone to see.

Her face burning, Laxia turned her gaze toward the side of the mat as though trying to hide it. Each ragged breath created the faintest friction between them. The slightest shift of Bandita’s hips sent an electrical sensation through Laxia, and every small spasm it drew from her only deepened their contact, sending another pulse of stimulation back through her. She could neither escape nor hide. She could only remain beneath Bandita and receive it all. Embarrassment. Shame. Defeat and humiliation. Those unfamiliar emotions pulled her gaze lower, until Bandita’s face drew close and her breath-warmed whisper reached Laxia’s ear.

Laxia’s blue eyes widened slightly. The words drew her fading thoughts back to the match. This was, after all, a contest. Had their positions been reversed, she too would have pinned Bandita without hiding her superiority. The harder Bandita had fought, the more proudly Laxia would have wanted to claim the victory. Then Bandita deserved the same. She had earned the right to complete this moment in her own way. Bandita had brought Laxia down with a spectacular technique and, through the resolve that had carried her to the very end, had boldly earned both her acknowledgment and respect. Now she conveyed that sincerity in a heated, provocative, unmistakably Bandita-like fashion, holding the opponent who had given her everything beneath her body, feeling her warmth and heartbeat as she completed the victory, yet still sharing the final moment with her. The blue gaze that had fled toward the mat slowly returned. Embarrassment remained in her flushed cheeks and trembling breath, but another emotion rose above it. The honest respect needed to accept defeat. The referee’s hand struck the mat.

“ONE..!”

The impact reverberated through her back, but Laxia’s body did not move. She could not move. Yet she no longer attempted to escape the moment by turning her eyes away. If she was to lose, she would not deny it with her head turned aside. She would look directly at Bandita until the end and acknowledge her victory. Their eyes met from only inches apart, and Laxia did not look away. The referee’s hand struck the mat again.

“TWO...!!”

The hand signaling the third count rose high. Laxia struggled to part her lips. A voice scarcely louder than breath passed through the narrow space between them.

“Well done...”

There was no resignation in those words. They carried acknowledgment of everything Bandita had shown her throughout the match, along with sincere respect. Laxia did not close her eyes. If this was to be her answer, she wanted to give it with her eyes open until the very end. With regained dignity and warm respect held within her blue gaze, Laxia looked deeply into Bandita’s eyes.