An Assassin's Attraction (For SubtleRoar)

[CyanDimitrik]

Drake was prepared to roll her over and lay over her for the first pin attempt of the night. But to his shock, she's already on her feet. Holy crap. He stares blankly at her a moment, still sitting from the impact point of the DDT.

"Uh.. hey. Take it easy." He didn't think he nailed her hard enough to cause a concussion, but you can never tell! He gathers himself up to his feet and doesn't pursue her yet. Rather, he backs off from her, hands raised defensively, but now mostly peering at her. "You.. sure you don't need a second? Nothing's really on the line here, I don't want you to get hurt or anything!"

[SubtleRoar]

"Outside of falling for you, both physically and metaphorically, I think I'll manage. Decades of intense, ninja training has bolstered my resiliency..but that still stung." *She sheepishly giggled, lifting her long, supple left leg and balancing her heel atop the highest turnbuckle before stretching herself out.* "Just let me get rid of this cramp, mkay? Feel free to gawk..or..come over here and help." * her tone went from ebullient to seductive with that last phrase.*

[CyanDimitrik]

"Stung?"

Drake shakes his head, still bewildered. Maybe her adrenaline's just going crazy. It's possible! But that might mean anything he does to her in the ring, she'll be feeling hard later. But for now, she seems.. alright, at least! And she's still flirting, maybe even more openly now. No, definitely more openly.

The young model makes his way over to her as she stretches. But he doesn't attempt to help her in further limbering up. Instead, his arms slip around the girl's bare waist, pressing himself against her. It's a ruse - kind of. He's certainly going to enjoy the skin contact with her midsection, the feel of the curve of her breasts against his chest. But his intention is to cinch his arms tight around her middle, arch his back, and whip her down to the mat in a snappy belly-to-belly suplex!

[SubtleRoar]

"Hmhm, and here I thought you'd be a chivalrous gentleman this entire time. Luckily, that's not the case." *Softly cooing from the pleasant contact that Drake initiated, Kieda knew he wouldn't humor her again. She had stretched not just to seduce her potential love interest, but to limber herself up for a counterattack. The instant he connected his hands around her waist, Kieda wrapped her legs around his sternum for a tight bodyscissors.* "If I'm eating canvass agagin, then you're coming with me for the buffet!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Her legs wrap around him, and Drake blinks at her. Well, this doesn't change much, other than ensuring she's clinging to him. Granted, if he intended on staying upright with her, she might have been using them to squeeze him. But that's not his plan here! And hopefully the jarring impact of the slam will be enough to relax her legs off of him once more.

His arms tighten around her waist. "I'm good with that," he murmurs back to her. With a hop, he twists over as planned and aims to bring Kieda crashing down onto her back against the mat. With her legs wrapped around him, it'll include his body landing squarely overtop hers. Once impact is made, he attempts to pry her legs loose to hook one with his right arm, pulling it upwards for a pin. His chest pressed against her breasts, his abdominals against her stomach, left arm still around her waist.

[SubtleRoar]

"Silly boy, you didn't let me finish what I was doing." *Viciously struggling to keep the handsome, dominant alpha male from overpowering her once more, the enamored kunoichi tightened her legs around his waist while snaking her hands around the bsck of his head and driving his face directly between her supple ham hawks.*

"I..k..know it's just our first match..b..but..I...think I'm ready..f..for this level of contact." *Secretly desiring this since the moment she laid eyes upon him, Kieda hoped that her tantalizing ways would erode any and all tension between them.*

[CyanDimitrik]

Drake wasn't pulling any punches with her. The slam was hard, and with the added damage from his weight crashing over her, he fully expected her to be less active! But instead, her legs remain in place and she continues to fight him. She'd probably be someone he'd have to wear down with submission holds, since straight punishment doesn't appear to be doing much.

Or she's being driven by something else completely. "Huh-," he starts to ask, only to find his head pulled down into the girl's chest. He makes a muffled noise, hands abandoning her leg and waist in favor of grabbing for her wrists to pry them apart and raise his head again to look down at her. Holy crap, Kieda is aggressive! Even more aggressive than Fortune!

"H-hey," he says, peering down at her. "Did you ask me here to wrestle or screw? I'm not a prostitute."

[SubtleRoar]

"It's called a distraction." *Her stammering, hesitant demeanor almost completely disappearing, the suddenly stoic woman balled her left fist and rocketed her knuckles into his mandible.*

*She was fully devoted to discombobulating him. If her gambit worked, she would subsequently follow up with a menacing headbutt to the bridge of his nose.*

[CyanDimitrik]

Wait. What?

The next thing he knows, he's being punched in the jaw. His head whips to the side, and he'd likely have fallen off of her, were it not for her legs holding him in place. The headbutt to the bridge of his nose very nearly results in a broken nose, but fortunately errs just short. Unfortunately, it's no less jarring. He recoils, hands moving to protect his face. "Agh!"

[SubtleRoar]

*Concentrating on using his body as her own, personal punching bag the taciturn aggressor landed one, final strike into his solar plexus before relinquishing her bewildered prey from between her lethal legs.*

*Rolling to her feet, Kieda executed a handspring and elegantly planted her hands against the mat to propel herself upwards before landing on the platforms of her boots.* "Like a fly caught in a spider's web."