Aftershock (For CyanDimitrik)

[Letta]

At Bandita’s declaration that she liked being on top, Laxia let out a soft, amused laugh. She loved this side of her... bold, playful, just a little cheeky. When she had first looked across the ring at Bandita, Laxia had only seen an opponent, someone standing between her and the first victory of her career. It seemed almost ridiculous now. She never could have imagined things ending like this. Her debut would probably always matter to her, but not for the reasons she had expected. She would remember it as the night she met her.

And somehow, the fact that Bandita had been the one to share that first match with her felt strangely precious now, something Laxia found herself genuinely grateful for. She tightened her arms around Bandita, savoring the warm press of the girl’s cheek against the side of her neck, almost instinctively nestling closer into the embrace.

“I... have so many things I wanna know about you...” she murmured, her voice softer now. “Do you like tea...?” She went quiet for half a second, as though seriously considering the question, before her exhausted body apparently overruled her brain. “...Actually, forget tea. I can’t feel my legs.” A weak little laugh escaped her. “I need food. Carbs. Lots of carbs.”

At Bandita’s small, affectionate nip against her neck, Laxia gave a faint shiver. Her head tilted farther toward her almost without thinking, exposing just a little more of her neck to Bandita as though quietly inviting her to continue. Then came that question. Laxia blinked. For a moment, she looked almost incredulous that Bandita even felt the need to ask. But there was nothing sharp about it. The surprise in her face quickly softened into something warm and unmistakably fond. “Of course you should come watch me.” Her smile widened, carrying just a trace of competitive pride now. “I’ll show you something impressive...” She paused, eyes narrowing with a playful confidence that felt much more like the Laxia Bandita had first met in the ring. “Everything I didn’t get to show you in our match today.” Then the corner of her mouth curled upward. “So make sure you’re watching.”

[CyanDimitrik]

So many things she wants to know about her.

That alone fills Bandita with a new, affectionate warmth. It inspires her to snuggle herself more against her, eyes happily shutting. Someone is taking an interest in her, specifically her. Not as a wrestling fan getting thrills watching a superstar luchadora, but as a person who wants to get to know her. Personally. Like she matters beyond the ring. Beyond being an entertainer.

She suddenly realizes the conundrum, eyes shooting open. She's a luchadora. The mask. Her name...! How is this going to work? Will she just.. casually go out on the town with her while wearing a mask? Is that going to be okay in Japan? They won't think she's up to something nefarious, will they? Does she have enough of a social presence yet to be recognizable on the street..?

The question draws her focus to the present again. "Oh, ah- I don't know, I've never really tried it..," she admits. Refined with sophisticated tastes, Bandita is assuredly not. But the mention of carbs gets a quick titter of a laugh, and the girl buries her face into the side of Laxia's neck anew.

"Don't do too much...," she murmurs against her skin. "...I'm already impressed with you. If even more people fall for you..." Her head finally lifts to look down into Laxia's eyes. "...I don't wanna have to compete for you."

A perky little smile follows.

"We can, um.. shower.. but I don't have other clothes. So maybe I'll just steal a towel, sneak back to my room, and we can, ah, meet up later..?"

[Letta]

Like the stillness after a raging storm, now that the crashing waves had finally settled and gone quiet, Laxia was simply enjoying the way Bandita snuggled against her. It felt like they could stay like this, wrapped in each other’s warmth, and just fall asleep. But at Laxia’s question, Bandita suddenly looked as though worry had gotten the better of her, and Laxia peered up at her with a puzzled expression. Black tea was usually more to Laxia’s taste, but for her…? Even if it wasn’t exactly her preference, she’d be more than willing to keep her company over a glass of Agua de Jamaica.

Then, at Laxia’s declaration of hunger, Bandita broke into laughter and buried herself against the side of her neck again. Laxia blinked, looking genuinely confused as to what part of that had been so funny. Maybe it was because Laxia had just let such an unusually unpolished side of herself slip out. Normally, she kept herself on a strict diet and stayed well away from too many carbs. But today? Today she was already in the middle of the biggest indulgence of her life. So who cared? Then came Bandita’s jealous, worried little confession. Laxia looked surprised for a moment, but her expression soon softened into something calm and warm as she looked at her.

“What are you even talking about? I just had my first match here, dummy...”

With a fond look in her eyes, Laxia reached up and gently smoothed Bandita’s disheveled bangs back into place. “Still...” she added, her lips curling. “Hearing you say something like that.. kind of makes me want to try a little harder~~...” A mischievous little laugh slipped out. “Maybe next time... I should make myself even prettier before I step into the ring...” She put a hand to her chin and pretended to seriously think it over, clearly just teasing her.

Then Bandita started to suggest sneaking back in a towel, and Laxia immediately cut her off. “No. Absolutely not. Do you have any idea how many people are outside..? Are you crazy?” She gave her an incredulous look. “I’ll give you my hoodie and shorts. Just wear those. We’re not even that different in height.” As she said it, though, Laxia’s gaze drifted downward and stopped at Bandita’s chest. A distinctly wicked look slowly crept onto her face. “Though... I guess there are a few places where the difference is pretty noticeable~” Laxia slipped her hands beneath her own ample breasts and gave them a playful little lift, proudly showing them off to Bandita with a smug grin.

[CyanDimitrik]

Alas, Bandita finds her joke didn't land! It's probably something in the linguistics! Her cheeks flush and she buries her face again, trying to hide against her neck. Of course she wants Laxia to do her best! Better than her best! She wants this beautiful new infatuation to beat everyone! ...Well, everyone except her!

Her head lifts again, brows raised a little. "How could you be even prettier when you're 'de prettiest girl I've ever seen?," she asks. The rest of the thought is put on the backburner, letting the noble get out the rest of her thought, and her cheeks flush again. She could sneak through! Probably! Maybe! They wouldn't have to know which room she came from! Um...

Borrowing her clothes? Hers? They do seem close to the same size, differences seem pretty minimal. But--.. what? Her head tilts, gaze lowering to Laxia's breasts as she pushes them up on display. A sudden flash of impulse races through Bandita's mind, and with a smirk, she scoots down and dives her face downwards to nuzzle firmly against Laxia's left breast. Very different, very unique sensation! She would never do this with anyone else, she couldn't imagine it! But given what she'd just done with Laxia...

Oh god, this might've been the dumbest, most crass thing she's ever done.

Her head lifts quickly, expecting to find a horrified look on the ginger's face. On her own? Sheepish, embarrassed. "Eheheh, lo siento, mi princesa..." Clearing her throat softly, she tries to bring them to focus on the previous point! "Back to what I was saying! How could you look prettier? I love 'dis outfit on you, it's so perfect! It shows off 'de stomach, your beautiful abs, your strong thighs, 'de long legs, your chest... all 'de gold, 'de white, you're so majestic, so confident, 'de perfect mix of.. of elegance and strength.. like something out of a wrestling fairytale.."

A soft sigh escapes her.

"But even without it, your eyes, your smile, your face... 'de way you looked back at me..."

[Letta]

Bandita looked as though her face had gone red after realizing her joke hadn’t landed quite the way she intended, and Laxia watched the whole thing with a deeply satisfied little look, as if she understood perfectly what had happened. After all, when it came to someone as skilled at push-and-pull teasing as Bandita, Laxia was more than willing to seize every opportunity she got to turn it back on her and make her squirm a little.

But when Bandita called her beautiful, Laxia’s expression shifted. She looked faintly surprised, and a blush crept into her cheeks. Of course, Laxia had been told she was pretty plenty of times in her life. More than enough, really. But hearing it from Bandita felt different. And in the brief moment she let her attention wander, Bandita suddenly leaned in and playfully buried her cheek against Laxia’s breast, nuzzling into it.

“Wah-?! H-hey...!” Laxia jolted, eyes widening in startled embarrassment. The surprise faded quickly enough, though. Her eyes narrowed as she stared Bandita down. “You little pervert...” But by the end of the sentence, the corner of her mouth had already curled upward into a smile. Bandita’s sheepish expression soon gave way to something else entirely as she began praising Laxia’s outfit, and then Laxia herself.

Her stomach. Her abs. Her thighs. Her legs. Her chest. Each time Bandita named another part of her, Laxia could practically feel the other woman’s gaze following along with the words. Her lips pursed slightly, cheeks growing warmer and warmer with every compliment. Strangely… It felt really good. And as much as some quiet part of her wanted Bandita to keep going, the embarrassment building inside her finally became too much. Laxia hurriedly tried to steer the conversation somewhere else.

“Who knows~ Maybe next time I’ll wear something that covers me from head to toe...” She tilted her head, putting on a thoughtful little expression. “Or what about something covered in studs? Like a punk princess...?” But the joke died before it could really go anywhere. Bandita’s next words were too sincere. Laxia swallowed, suddenly left without anything clever to say. “...You could tell I looked back at you?” Her voice had gone noticeably softer. Then Laxia slowly raised a hand and brushed her fingers along Bandita’s cheek, stroking it gently. “You’re.. really beautiful too...”

[CyanDimitrik]

A gasp in scandal! "You wouldn't!"

After gushing so heavily at Laxia's choice (or insofar as Bandita is aware) of attire, she couldn't just suddenly cover up! Sure, she'd still be the same beautiful and magnetic girl beneath whatever layers, but-- she likes looking at her! She likes the access! And now that it's clear that the feeling is mutual, she can openly admit to herself that she thoroughly enjoyed grappling with her like that, too!

Then another thought crosses her mind!

The deep hazel-green eyes shift aside coyly. "I mean, maybe with other opponents. 'Dat would be fine." Because that means the bandit gets to keep the very best version of wrestling with Laxia to herself! Even if the idea of watching her beat someone looking as incredible as she does is deeply appealing, too...

The gaze returns to Laxia, her smile playful and light. But it soon adjusts evolves into warmth. Sweetness. "You.. looked at me a couple times. I know I must've looked at you 'de same way through the night. When I first saw you and took your hands, 'de way you looked at me. You seemed.. surprised. Like people don't usually just tell you what's in 'deir heart..."

The hand lifts to her cheek, and Bandita's face turns to softly nudge her nose against the edge of the palm, and she shuts her eyes again.

"Can I tell you a secret?," she asks, her voice softening further, growing gentler.