"Beautiful Monsters" - Katsumi Oshiro and Chiyo Hamamoto

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo couldn't help but let out a girly purr of delight when she heard Katsumi's tease. Seeing the punk wrestler give in to her flirty side was such a turn-on for the pinkette. Careful, Chiyo! Keep your cool she thought. She decided to play off of the girl's last few words instead, raising her hand as if she was giving an oath.

"I hereby solemnly swear to always dominate in all matches from hereon forth... scout's honor," Chiyo said with a wink.

As they stepped into Katsumi's apartment, Chiyo's senses were hit with a range of sights. The modest living space was simple yet comfortable, with a sleek and organized feel that Chiyo found refreshing. She looked around with interest, taking note of the gizmos nestled in one corner, including the gaming setup and entertainment system. Alongside these were a guitar, a violin, and a keyboard, giving her a hint of Katsumi's hobbies and interests.

"Woah, you can play all of these?" Chiyo said with a wowed whisper. Despite her curious exterior, Chiyo felt a pang of nerves as Katsumi led the way deeper into her living space. She had never been in another wrestler's home before, and the idea of being allowed into such a personal part of Katsumi's life was exciting yet a little scary. Nevertheless, she followed Katsumi's lead with a confident stride and put on her best display of etiquette and manners. She took off her shoes in tandem with Kat before placing her gym bag neatly by the doorway.

As she took another look around the dwelling, Chiyo couldn't help but feel a swell of admiration for Katsumi. The girl was so talented, driven, and cool, an artist in every sense of the word. On that same note, Chiyo felt a little sheepish. Her own apartment was far less a beauty to behold - a clutter of clothes and debris that proved her high-octane nature extended outside of the ring, to the point where she had neither the time, energy, nor, quite frankly, the skill to organize her life in the same way Katsumi seemed to have settled hers. It was just another reason Chiyo felt drawn to her in a way that she couldn't quite explain - in some ways, Katsumi was a lot of the things that Chiyo wished she could be. She wondered if Kat secretly felt the same way about her...

Katsumi's voice broke through her reverie, drawing her attention back to her. Chiyo turned to look at her, smiling at the way she was practically bouncing, seemingly eager to show off her home.

Chiyo bit her lip, feeling her heart race with anticipation. She took a step closer to Katsumi, her gaze fixed on her lips. "This place is amazing," she said, her voice low and sultry. "It's so... you." She reached up and traced her fingers along Katsumi's cheek, feeling the softness of her skin beneath her touch. Man, she'd only known the girl for one night, and here she was talking as if she could somehow decipher whether her choice of décor fit her or not. A rosy blush overtook Chiyo's cheeks, especially as her eyes slowly wandered behind Katsumi's shoulder, temporarily affixed to a closed room that could have only been the bedroom. Her mind harked back to Katsumi's tease, wondering if they might potentially rendezvous in that very room tonight.

"K-Kitchen! I'd be happy to help with dinner, only if you want me to, of course," Chiyo said with a nervous flutter in her voice. Chiyo knew she had a habit of rushing things, of getting overly excited at the smallest cue. She refocused her gaze on Katsumi's eyes, wanting the girl to know that she had her undivided attention.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Uh-huh!," confirms Katsumi, letting Chiyo explore to her heart's content. "My destiny was supposed to be music. My parents pushed me into it pretty hard, and it's what I majored in at college. Well, major in guitar, minor in audio engineering. I'll you show ya my babies in a bit, if ya like." Her babies being her instruments, of course. She's quite happy with them! Perhaps the most mundane of them being those out in the open - the synth drums and the keyboard. Those contained in cases, those are the fancy items. The concert-performance pieces. What she could easily fall into a backup career using.

Not that that's a thought that even occurs to her. For Oshiro-chan, it's professional wrestling or nothing. She surrendered everything to alter her destiny from Carnegie Hall to the Tokyo Dome, from audiences wearing tuxedos and sipping wine to audiences sucking beers and waving "YOU SUCK" signs.

This time, she finds a hand touching her cheek. A hand that had thrown punches at her before, grabbed at her, stretched her... it's so bizarre, the world of wrestling. But any pain and any anguish in their very physical, grueling fight didn't do anything to diminish the excitement in this moment. If anything, it intensified it. As if it were taboo, or that they should be enemies, but forged an innate, deeper connection through clashing and struggling for dominance. She's wrestled plenty of other women over the years. With Chiyo, though... it just hit different. And everything she's experienced from her since their time in the squared circle, she's only become more drawn to her.

Her head tilts, nestling her cheek into that palm. It's comforting. And it's a wonderful feeling, to be wanted. Her eyes briefly shut, letting herself dwell in that moment. Her hand lifts to set over it, as if to just keep it there a little longer. Whether she's affection-starved or it's just that much more special coming from Chiyo, the effect it has on her should be obvious.

When her eyes open again, she spots Chiyo looking past her to her bedroom door. The corner of her lips lift in a subtle, coy smile. The bedroom definitely factors into her plans tonight, even if the actual point of pulling the trigger is going to make her insanely nervous. And then those nerves spike in an instant.

KITCHEN. Damn you, kitchen! You dreaded needle popping the heart-shaped cloud upon which Katsumi drifts!

The offer to help her in the kitchen, however, gets a mildly slackjawed stare from her. Should she? Shouldn't she? She's only just learning to make sushi! But making sushi for her would be impressive! Making her help her could be a hassle! What if she's just being polite in the offer!? It'll likely be better if Chiyo knows even the first thing about sushi, but-

Their eyes are locked together again. Katsumi swallows hard, then offers a worried smile. "Y- yeah.. absolutely. That's.. yeah."

In the end, it's an impulse that wins. Not because Chiyo is a safety net to ensure what she produces is at least edible, but because it means doing something with her. Creating something with their hands, for each other to partake in. It's... romantic. It tugs on the sensibilities from her younger years the girl had long since buried and abandoned.

"Let's."

Drawing back from her, she makes her way into the kitchenette. And fair enough, she at least knows the first thing about sushi preparation. A bag of rice is produced, the nori next. And following that, the small bamboo mat upon which sushi would be prepared when everything is ready.

"Is tuna okay?," she asks, turning her focus to Chiyo again. She was only just learning. She didn't have anything particularly exotic or special.

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo's eyes lit up as Katsumi welcomed her to the kitchen, her gaze settling on the cutting board and utensils on the counter. Sushi making was her forte, and she couldn't resist the temptation to help out with dinner. Besides, she wasn't looking to do anything fancy. A quick, simple, yet delicious meal would more than suffice. With Katsumi's permission, she set to work.

"Of course, tuna's great!" Chiyo chirped as she moved towards the kitchen sink to wash her hands. "I used to help my mom make sushi all the time," she continued, drying them off on the nearby towel rack. "Let's see here... ah, there you are!" She squeaked, scouring the pantry before spotting the rice. She placed it on a nearby countertop before bending down, searching through cabinets until she had located a colander. "She used to say that good sushi was all about the rice. A lot of people like to overseason it, but I find it best just to work with some vinegar, salt, and a pinch of sugar," Chiyo beamed, swiveling around the kitchenette to locate the ingredients in question.

The young wrestler was working remarkably fast, whipping around the space as if she had navigated it a thousand times before. The truth was Chiyo was just as excited as she was hungry. After all, what better way to bond with Katsumi than with a good meal? It was almost like they'd be a team, working together to create something delicious. She stole glances at Katsumi every once in a while, admiring the way her hair fell across her face and the way her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the apartment.

Chiyo swiveled the colander around as she continued to rinse the rice, explaining her history for sushi making in the process. "Mom was a vegetarian, so not much to work with at home. Not really my thing, to be honest. I've always said it's not nigiri unless there's some fish in it, am I right?" Chiyo said with a giggle, her lips yapping a million miles a second. "You know, I just love sushi so much! It's such an art form, the way you have to be so precise with the rice and the fish. Take the tuna, for example. If you don't cut it across the grain, it comes out all-"

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence, looking a little sheepish. "What am I doing? You probably know all of this already. Sorry for blabbering on like that," Chiyo said with an awkward chuckle. She moved to the refrigerator, scouting the shelves for a few more key ingredients.

"Music major though, cool! Do you still get a chance to practice a lot? Between training and everything else, I mean." Chiyo asked as she picked out fresh tuna and an assortment of vegetables from the fridge, placing them on the kitchen counter. She moved over to pour the rice into a pot, added water, and set it to boil. "Oooh, a secret band I should know about perhaps? Any gigs? Something tells me you're into rock, although you've surprised me before" she laughed out loud, leaning against the counter as the rice cooked.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is almost immediately blown away by Hurricane Chiyo whirling into her kitchen. She's left practically standing still, dazed while her mind races to try to keep up with what her date seems to have in mind, in some vain hope of catching up and proving she's competent at this thing she'd asked her out for. But what she finds is she's always just a couple seconds lagged behind her in her thought process, and her responses reflecting that flummoxed feeling. "Yeah, tuna, good, um, it's all... I have...," she says, her words getting quieter and quieter as she watches the pink-haired bumblebee zip about.

It's fascinating, really. She just invited her over, and she already seems to know her apartment better than herself. She definitely knows sushi better than her. Maybe food in general.

"I already got some rice-.. oh.. sugar, yeah, that's a good idea..." Her sushi was going to taste... experimental, let's say, without the divine intervention that is Chiyo's experienced hand.

But she's right back to being entranced by the girl flittering about her home like a people-sized wrestling TInkerbell. She seems so naturally domestic, so at ease with the space she occupies, and with an infectious, attractive energy that makes her all but glow in the process.

"Y-yeah, gotta have.. fish in a sushi.." Was that even a sentence? "I like takoyaki," she delivers with the same smooth-brained affectation as one might announce they like turtles.

Suddenly, the haze surrounding her mind splits like a curtain in a swashbuckling movie and Katsumi realizes she's been paid a sideways compliment; one she totally doesn't deserve. "O-oh, aheh, yeah! Totally! But, erm," she waves a hand limply at the wrist, "I like hearing you talk about it!" While it's definitely a deflection from having to answer any impending sushi trivia, there remains truth to it. Chiyo is radiant in her element, and she shines when she's happy. She could get very used to that sight.

Suddenly spurred into the realization that she's supposed to be doing something, Katsumi startles and hurries to wash her hands before starting with the rice. She can handle rice! Her normal rice is terribly bland, but Chiyo has given her some subtle direction in how to make it better! "I still play, sure. Those are my instruments in the corner, there. Some of'em are hooked up to the computer so I can sample sounds, cut tracks together, y'know," she lists off, this topic a comfortable one for her. "I've not had time to write songs much anymore, but I still do covers. Haven't posted anything on the 'tubes in a while..."

Suddenly, she pauses to glances towards Chiyo. "Yeeaah, I like all kinds of music. Except country. Gawd, the west can keep that germ. But you wanna hear one of my favorites?"

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo giggled softly at Katsumi's response, charmed by the way she stumbled over her words. It was kind of cute, the way the punk seemed so shy in her own apartment. But Chiyo didn't want to press her date any further, as fun as it was to see her flustered, so instead, she moved gracefully around the kitchen as she continued to prepare the sushi. She could feel Katsumi's eyes on her as she worked, and it sent a pleasant tingle through her skin. She hadn't shared a decent home-cooked meal with anyone since... well, since she left home! She had gotten used to being holed up in her apartment, lonely nights spent in front of the TV with a bowl of ramen on her lap. Yet, she felt oddly at ease in Katsumi's kitchen, taking an unexplainable pleasure in having the attractive girl watch her as she cooked.

Hiding her rosy cheeks behind another chuckle, Chiyo whipped around once again to spot a good knife. She began slicing the tuna exactly as she was about to explain before: thin, long strands that went across the pattern on top. She slowly picked up the pace with each swipe, a soothing familiarity in her hands as she worked.

All the while, she listened to Katsumi with genuine interest. Despite her outward bubbliness, Chiyo wasn't free from her own insecurities. In fact, she had always thought of herself as a bit square. Sure, there weren't that many girls who beat each other silly in the ring for a living, but besides that, Chiyo always thought of herself as... well, boring. Katsumi, on the other hand, well, her apartment spoke for itself. Every inch of it was crawling with personality, every corner and every wall revealing something interesting about the reserved punk.

Chiyo's eyes peeked up from her work as Kat talked about her music interests, another small chuckle escaping from her lips as the girl expressed her distaste for country. Funnily enough, Chiyo felt pretty much the exact same way about music. She couldn't play an instrument if her life depended on it, but when it came to listening to tunes, she could get down behind just about anything as long as it was catchy. Country though...

"Yeah, I know what you mean. That stuff is just blegh!" Chiyo playfully stuck out her tongue, shaking her head as they shared a laugh. But what Katsumi offered next was even more interesting. "Oooh, yes, please! Go ahead, I'd love to hear it - I'll finish up here if you want," Chiyo offered as her hands deftly switched to chopping up the vegetables. Chiyo wouldn't know it, of course, but aside from offering her opponent relief from the trial by sushi, she was also just as excited to listen to some tunes while they gelled. Nothing like music to set the mood, after all!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi can't help a twinge of guilt when Chiyo offers to finish up the sushi. She was meant to do that, after all! Here she is, beating up the girl then making her do all the cooking! What a monster. Despite it, an eager smile has brightened her features. Music is one of those things for her, a fast track to her passions. The insistence from her adoptive parents to pursue it as a career wasn't born out of an arbitrary belief that artistry = refinement, it came directly from the girl herself.

"But, rice?," she asks, looking conspicuously to the two bags and still slightly amused Chiyo had gotten the second down. She's chalking it up to nerves, and that just makes her date somehow sweeter. It's good to know she's not fidgety by herself! It keeps Chiyo accessible. But still, she had intended to prepare the rice! Rice is a critical part of the sushi! And she was gonna add sugar this time! ...Okay, maybe it's best if she does let her date handle it.

Katsumi's lips pout into a moue before finally deciding to contribute to the date in a way she's at least familiar with. But she doesn't go directly for it; rather there's a quick deviation that leads her in behind Chiyo. Arms smoothly reach around her to encompass her midsection, leaning her body in against her back and shoulders, head tilting to affectionately brush her cheekbone against Chiyo's scalp. It's only a moment in time, but a significant one; there's still a physical attraction along with the mental, and Chiyo is doing more than she intended to with the date. It earned that.

Not that Katsumi was doing it as a form of reward. No, this happened because Chiyo's cute, sweet, and Katsumi couldn't resist snugging on her. She's careful not to overstay her welcome, however! Assuming she was even successful in her daring grapple! After all, she caught Chiyo at a time where she had a knife!

Once broken from the affectionate moment, Katsumi made her way into the living room area and the computer lit up in a myriad of warm colors with the push of a button. RGB keyboard, a monitor with penlights, all flowing in the same synchronized color-changing wave. It's not unlike a jukebox. Her bottom lip is sucked between her teeth as she navigates to her music library, silently second-guessing herself. There's a chance Chiyo may not like her music, after all! And what she's about to share with her is not only personal, a window into her that most don't experience, but also old.

"So, like I said, I'm into all kinds. I have some favorites here'n there. Sugar Ray for chill times, Nightwish if you want that edge, but this..." American and Norwegian music, an eclectic mix to be sure.

She pauses, pouring over and deliberately carefully on which one to give as an example. And ultimately, the choice was simple. "There's a Greek musician named Yiannis Chryssomallis," she explains as she begins setting things up. "He's a concert musician, and he's been going at it since... fuck, I dunno, the eighties? And this song I'm about to put on is one I performed for a recital in early highschool. It's probably his music that really made me consider my future as a concert musician. Playing places like he did - the Acropolis, the Taj Mahal, Carthage, the frigging Great Sphinx..."

She glances aside to Chiyo for another brief, meaningful pause. "You sort've have to just... shut everything out and let the music speak to you. To live in it. That's what his music's about."

She looks back to the computer and hits the button. Speakers strategically placed throughout the apartment begin filtering in music in full immersive surround sound. And indeed, it's not what most might expect from the Punk Princess - but it begins with soft, lilting piano.

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo couldn't help but feel a sense of indebtedness towards Katsumi, as though she owed her a token of appreciation. After all, she had taken the initiative to approach the rookie in her locker room, and reveal a deeper side of herself. And now, Katsumi had welcomed her into her home, her sanctuary, in search of even more pleasant company. Ironically, Chiyo wasn't the only one feeling guilty about the situation, albeit for entirely different reasons. Therefore, she threw etiquette aside and took the load off of meal making, doing so as a way to thank her former opponent for what was already proving to be a revelatory night.

But the real fun was just beginning. Katsumi seemed eager to help in any way she could, and Chiyo welcomed the offer with a smile. She was about to embark on yet another sushi-laden tirade when Katsumi's warm embrace wrapped around her from behind.

When Katsumi steps behind her and wraps her arms around Chiyo's waist, the beating of her heart quickens, and her breath hitches in her throat. The warmth of Katsumi's breath on her cheek sends a shiver down Chiyo's spine as she leans in to brush against her scalp. The simple gesture ignites a fire in Chiyo's senses, causing the heat of Katsumi's body to overwhelm her. The sushi, the date, and everything else fade into the background as she loses herself in the embrace.

When Katsumi finally released her, Chiyo turned around to face her, a shy smile on her lips. She didn't need to say anything to let Katsumi know how much she appreciated the woman's warmth, and now she was even more grateful for the opportunity to contribute to the meal. She watched as Katsumi set up her music and listened intently to her explanation. Although Chiyo wasn't familiar with Yiannis Chryssomallis, she sensed the passion in Katsumi's voice and couldn't wait to hear the music that meant so much to her. "Oh, I'm looking forward to hearing him!"

As the music filled the apartment, Chiyo closed her eyes and let the delicate, tranquil piano wash over her. She felt herself being transported to another place, losing herself in the melody. Her fingers hovered over the countertop, frozen as they twitched playfully to the whims of the tune. She sensed the emotions that the music evoked in Katsumi, and it made her appreciate her even more. Chiyo felt a deeper connection between them as the song continued, and she finally opened her eyes to look at Katsumi.

"You have incredible taste in music," Chiyo remarked, impressed by Katsumi's cultured aesthetic. "It's so beautiful, I can't believe I've never heard it before." She returned to making the sushi, using a wooden paddle to fold the rice with a newfound sense of focus and appreciation.

"Thank you for sharing this with me," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "It's...angelic." Chiyo shifted her gaze back to Katsumi, making it perfectly clear that she wasn't just referring to the music. Flustered, she tried to focus on the sushi once again, her fingers fumbling for the first time since she had entered the kitchen. "Ere...here, rice is done! Maybe you can help me start rolling?" The serene music still played in the background as she stumbled around the counters in search of nori and bamboo mats.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi remained quite nervous for the first few seconds that the music played, completely unsure how her pink-haired companion would react. If she had to guess what Chiyo's taste in music would be, it somehow wouldn't include the Greek world-musician Yanni. And in fairness, she seemed to've been mostly right; she never heard his music before! Which, in Katsumi's opinion, was a terrible deficit that needed correcting.

However, upon seeing Chiyo settle into it, a sense of ease washes over her. She knew she liked her - this is just the latest reason. Katsumi quietly makes her way back into the kitchen, linking her hands together before herself as she simply watches her let the soundscape fill in the empty spaces throughout the apartment. Easily one of the artist's easier melodies, but of a rich texture difficult to come by in modern cookie-cutter songs. Naturally Katsumi would be a music snob. So for Chiyo to openly show appreciation for some of her more secret, less mainstream preferences does nothing but endear her more to her.

The rice, the fish, the sushi woes, it's all a faint hum in the background as she closes the distance with Chiyo. Her hands lift to lightly set to the girl's elbows, petting a little higher along her arms before trailing down again to her hands for no other reason than wanting that warm, physical contact with her. Chiyo may convey affection through looks or words, but Katsumi is a tactile lover. Risky for a professional wrestler, perhaps! But touch is her love-language.

"Oh, ah," she pauses, looking to the sushi, then back to Chiyo. "Sure." Though in truth, she wishes they could just pause and absorb the moment. For once, her troll-brain is settled down, perhaps soothed by the music into a state of calm and focus. And the thing that commands her attention is the girl with the pink ponytail she was beating up earlier tonight. And getting beaten up by!

With a stiff swallow, she tears her gaze away from Chiyo to focus on the task again. With determination, she begins preparing the rolls - or rather, she wishes she weren't quite so distracted. She wants it to be completed, sure. But her mind keeps drifting sideways to her date. Her date. It feels like it's going so perfectly.

Suddenly, she dips to the side to press a quick kiss to the side of her head. Just a quick, sudden little smewp! And then she's back to the task at hand, smiling coyly to herself, pretending as though it hadn't happened. Who did that? Her? Not a chance. She's doing her job, perfectly innocent.

[PuroQueen]

The way their eyes lock and connect as they move around each other in the small space, the way their fingers brush accidentally as they both reach for an ingredient, and the way Katsumi's breath tickles her neck as she leans in to help her prepare the rolls.

Heaven. Just pure and utter bliss.

But the impending meal, the space, even the music fade into the background as Chiyo feels the warmth of Katsumi's hands on her elbows. She shivers, feeling the touch radiate throughout her body, inching further and further down her arm before trailing down again to her hands. Chiyo had always been shy when it comes to affection, but something about Katsumi's touch feels natural and right. She leans into it, savoring the sensation of Katsumi's fingers on her skin. Chiyo's heart swells at the sight of Katsumi's smile, and she's filled with a sudden sense of gratitude for the way their date is progressing. This could have been the worst night of her life, a night spent sulking along in her apartment devastated over her debuting defeat. But she wasn't alone; she was with a beautiful woman, cooking up a delicious meal, swaying her hips to wonderful music. It'd been a wild ride, but it was moments like this that made it all worth it. Chiyo smiled to herself, taking note to mention her appreciation to Kat later on.

As Katsumi continued to help her prepare the rolls, Chiyo just can't help but exchange several gazes with her date. Every look carried with it a new sense of purpose and meaning. The first was just a friendly glance, the second a bit more suggestive, but the third... oh how Katsumi's eyes shone. But it wasn't just her glimmering green orbs. There's something about the way Katsumi moved that's captivating. Maybe it's the way she's not afraid to be shy and authentic around Chiyo, or maybe it's the way her muscles flex under her skin, exposing impressive strength behind all that sweetness. Whatever it is, Chiyo just couldn't stop looking!

But when did finally glance back to her cutting board, Katsumi dove in for an unexpected treat, pecking Chiyo's head with a whimsical kiss! Chiyo's breath catches in her throat, her heart racing at the sudden show of affection. Her knife hands suddenly stop chopping as she turns to face Katsumi, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, but Katsumi pretends as though it hadn't happened. Chiyo let out a suggestive sigh, finding it increasingly difficult to hide her arousal.

Her hands were working at a dizzying pace now, slicing up the sushi into neat little packets of rice, fish, and vegetables as fast as Katsumi could roll them. But as soon as the pinkette finished chopping up the last of the rolls, she let the knife drop to the countertop with a clang. She didn't say a word, she didn't need to. She simply looked at that beautiful woman beside her, eyes ablaze with want and hunger, before suddenly throwing her arms around Kat's neck and stretching onto the tips of her toes in order to share a longer, more passionate kiss with the girl!

Chiyo let out a muffled moan, engorged in Kat's lips, before suddenly breaking of the kiss with a gasp! Her cheeks were as red as her ring name implied, causing Chiyo to sheepishly stared down at her feet, not knowing what to say that could possibly justify the spur of the moment reaction. No doubt Katsumi would be just as surprised, heck, Chiyo herself was looking forward to this moment a little later on, but she simply couldn't hold back the surge of desire any longer. "I-I'm sorry. I really needed that" Chiyo whispered, her voice struggling to stay composed. She glanced beside her, the sushi mostly prepared and ready. All there was left to do was plate and enjoy the meal. "Well haha... lets eat!" Chiyo squeaked, eager to save herself from any further embarrassment.

[CyanDimitrik]

Oh, if only Katsumi could hear Chiyo's thoughts! Her, sweet. Hah! She's a bundle of nerves, desperately working to calm them down, and fortunately getting to that point and a bit more comfortable with the girl beside her. Sweet? How crazy! She's the villain, the monster, the one who ruins hopes and dreams, the one who angers the audience, the one who's getting such an affectionate look from Chiyo in this moment that it has completely arrested any notion she might be undesirable to her.

Katsumi hadn't fully turned to her. They simply locked eyes. But the tension was beyond thick; Katsumi could feel it, weighing heavy in the air, her nerves sizzling at the ends - but in the best way. Like when the two circled each other in the ring, sizing the other up, just waiting for one to make the first move. Just as Katsumi turns to her, ready to be the one to do it, Chiyo throws her arms around her neck and presses into her for a kiss. But not just any kiss; this one is special. Katsumi's arms snap around Chiyo's waist in an instant, her eyes squeezed shut as her head tilts into her. The kiss is wild, made with abandon, driven by desire and fueled with passion; whatever heat was boiling beneath the surface is now bursting. Measure for measure, the punkette kisses back with a fevered affection to match Chiyo, her heart racing against her breast.

When it ends, Katsumi's arms have only loosened around her waist, not released her. Her eyes open to stare dumbly at her as she apologizes, finding the very act unfathomable. The fire remains lit behind those emerald eyes, her shoulders rising and falling heavily, rapidly with each breath. And when Chiyo prompts them to eat, Katsumi... may have heard something else. It's difficult to say, really. Because what Chiyo didn't say is, "Kiss me even harder." But by golly, that's certainly what Katsumi acts on.

Suddenly cinching around her waist again, this time to elevate Chiyo a few inches off her feet, Katsumi bodily rushes her back the short distance across the kitchen floor to press and pin her back against the refrigerator. And should they arrive there, the pressure continues - only with nowhere to go but for the Punk Princess to have tightly sealed her body against Chiyo's, corner to corner. The kiss is continued as though it never ended, a throaty, plaintive sound now escaping the taller ebon-haired diva. Her muscles clench with excitement against her, subtly shifting into the vertical pin with eyes screwing shut.

Her mind is blank. There's only the immediate moment, awash in the sensation of Chiyo's body against her, and the feel of her kiss.