Reach For the Stars!!! (For Treky)

[TheLoneWanderer]

What was wrong with him?

That was the question of the day. Perhaps there were multiple answers, but it could be assured that Senji would find one answer in this way. The way he knew best. The only way he had ever been any good at. With a new partner, he felt even more confident on his journey of improvement. Claire Boswell. A new face to him. She was assigned to help him start "generating results", according to the multi-faced management that governed his contract. Otherwise, if the worst possible outcome came to pass, he could be booted from LAW entirely. But he was still very far away from anything like that happening. Now 20-years old, he felt like he was getting intermediately bigger. Claire did not look like a small tree either. She still was a few inches taller and extremely thick despite Senji's increased bulk. Her legs looked to have the texture of an ox and the tight-fitting bodysuit she wore did not leave much to the imagination. The muscles radiated heavy, controlled power that was coiled to lash Senji into submission. He could not WAIT to see how she did it either...

The redhead had on a white sweater and his red-and-black shirt and leggings underneath it. It was comfortable, but made him vulnerable to getting gripped by the long-sleeved cotton material. He shook off any concerns with a roll of his shoulders. If it became too heated, he could simply take it off. He wrapped his fingers into Claire's own hand, in order to complete the shake and slapping of their hands before they began to grapple. Depending on how long she wanted to keep it held, Senji either delayed sliding his hand away or concluded the two-person clap quickly.

"---I'm ready now! Come at me as hard as you want to."

Senji let a small smile get on his face at that. It was good to be at a private lesson. There was something intimate, yet not romantic, that he enjoyed when one-on-ones were concerned. It was just him, his opponent, and nothing else. With the conclusion of their greeting, Senji tried to keep another previous partner's advice in mind, Madeline, for present reference. From Claire's view, when she finally let go, Senji got onto all fours and scooted slowly, in a circular shape around Claire, instead of charging at her immediately. However, for the distance, Senji kept himself at arms-length so that she could reach him and he could force a confrontation as opposed to scooting around the mat for the entire day.

[Treky]

Claire didn’t rush him.

She watched.

From above, her posture stayed relaxed—hands open, shoulders loose, weight evenly distributed on the balls of her feet. Senji’s movement on all fours told her more than his words ever could. Circular motion. Testing range. Waiting for a mistake. Smart, but cautious. Too cautious.

“Good,” she said calmly, voice even. “You’re thinking. That’s better than most.”

As Senji continued to scoot, Claire took one deliberate step forward—not chasing, just *closing space*. The distance shrank by inches, then vanished the moment he hesitated.

She dropped her level smoothly and met him halfway.

Claire reached in with a collar tie, her left hand cupping behind his neck, not yanking—*guiding*. Her right arm slid in immediately for an underhook, shoulder pressed tight to his chest. The contact was solid, grounding. No wasted force.

“This,” she continued, adjusting her stance, “is where you stop circling.”

With a sharp shift of her hips, she stepped across his base and hooked his near leg. The sweep was clean and effortless. Senji’s balance disappeared before he could correct it, and the mat met his side with a dull thump.

Claire followed him down without hesitation, landing in side control. Her weight settled low and heavy, chest angled across his upper torso, one knee snug against his hip, the other flared for balance. She didn’t crush him—yet—but she made it very clear he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Notice something?” she asked, tightening her grip just enough to make the point. “I didn’t overpower you. I interrupted your plan.”

She shifted slightly, pinning his near arm with her leg and threading her far arm under his head, testing the space around his neck. Not a choke—just a reminder.

“You gave me time. I don’t need much.”

Claire eased off a fraction, enough to let him breathe and move.

“Now,” she said, eyes focused, voice firm but instructional,
“show me how you escape. And don’t rush. I want to see what you *think* is the answer.”

She waited—completely still—confident, composed, and ready to correct him the moment he chose wrong.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Senji's response was immediate. The redhead grunted as Claire swept him off his feet, before he shot the elbow of the arm she didn't pin into the mat to cushion his slip. He kept his movements at a regular pace. From Claire's perspective, it would feel like Senji was halfway between relaxing against her and tensed up to expect aggression.

She's so huge! Senji thought from beneath the side control.

"A lot of fighters I've grappled with don't need a large amount (of time). This isn't new to me, don't worry." Senji murmured at his opponent. Claire wasn't the first maestro of grappling he fought and she definitely would not be the last. His right arm, the one not pinned under her leg, wrapped around Claire's lower back while the woman's juicy arm hugged his own neck. While this was a relaxed state of fighting, Senji knew that being too complex would cost him. So, one after the other, he tried two approaches.

The first that Claire would be exposed to was Senji seeking to use her as a pushing point with his free hand to turn away from the peach-haired heavyweight. The mat gave his feet a decent bit of leverage to work with, allowing him to crawl them to the right to gain distance and begin the process of going prone to get flat on his belly. It would make it harder for Claire to insert hooks when there was no space to slot her feet into. The alternative, if Claire did not try to force a position she wanted which he would need to fight against in the future, was Senji turning on his side to perform a half clinch with Claire. In the eyes of a BJJ artist, it looked similar to "shrimping" out of a bottom position. Since Senji's legs were free to move, the boy aimed to shuffle his knees underneath his belly and hug the woman. From the attempt at a hunched position, Senji slid his knees forward in a sweaty movement to get Claire and press her up against the far away wall. From this position, Senji would also be at a lower, deeper height than Claire due to her trapping his left arm.

[Treky]

Claire felt the changes immediately.

The subtle push against her hip. The crawl of his feet. The shift in tension that said escape attempt without panic. She allowed the first inch—allowed—just long enough to confirm his intention.

“Mm. There it is” she said quietly.

The moment Senji tried to turn away and flatten out, Claire widened her base. Her knee slid tighter to his hip, blocking the space he needed, while her chest followed him like a shadow. She didn’t chase his movement; she absorbed it, keeping her weight centered and low. When he began to shrimp, trying to turn back in and pull her close, she adjusted again—one smooth correction instead of resistance.

Her arm tightened around his head just enough to steer it off-line.

“No,” she said calmly. “You’re thinking escape. I’m thinking denial”

As Senji worked his knees underneath himself, Claire shifted her hips and slid her trapped knee free, replacing it with her shin across his thigh. The pressure stalled his leg movement instantly. Before he could reset, she threaded her arm deeper under his head and walked her body a few inches north, forcing his shoulders flatter to the mat.

She stayed heavy without being reckless—her weight distributed, her posture upright enough to avoid being rolled.

“You’re right” she continued, instructional but firm. “You don’t need much time. But you’re still giving me structure.”

She felt his attempt to hug in and drive her toward the wall. Instead of fighting it head-on, Claire let him push—then redirected. She posted one hand on the mat, pivoted her hips, and used his forward pressure to slide seamlessly into a tighter side control, his knees once again cleared away from his core.

Now his movement options were smaller. Slower.

Claire settled there, stable as stone.

“Half-clinch won’t save you if your hips are pinned” she said, tapping lightly against his thigh to emphasize the point. “And going belly-down only works when the top fighter is late”

She didn’t advance further yet. No submission. No escalation.

Just control.

“Reset your breathing” Claire instructed, voice steady above him.
“Then try again. I’m not moving until you make a better decision”

[TheLoneWanderer]

Claire would deny anything. That was the point. He understood that. Now, he just needed to try again. He could always rely on being able to do so...

Senji kept himself where Claire wanted him. He didn’t try to turn away this time. She was looking to win their exchanges, so he let his body slacken and let his mind think about how he wanted to proceed! Against a better opponent, perhaps the solution was to simply be rougher. He just needed to put some extra "teeth" into his attempts. That did not mean trying to break his opponents. He did not want that at all. Senji had plenty of experience with fighting his superiors so this exhilarating epiphany came quickly.

"I'm having fun!----Maybe I don't want you to move..." The boy trailed off, before giving Claire an enthusiastic swat with the left hand she had pinned beneath her legs. He wanted to inject some passion into this roll.

Senji's right arm reached across his chest, while he was propped up by his left elbow, and sought out Claire's ribcage. He wanted to dig his fingers into the flesh there and put some dirty pressure on it. He did not have claws, so piercing the skin was a fat no-no. It would feel uncomfortable for the peach-haired grappler at worst. Senji wanted to see if he could make her wince and if this would allow him to crawl forward into Claire's sternum. He used his head as a ram, to give him a decent chance of knocking her over onto her back.

The catch came whenever Claire would try to push him back over. He would thrust his hips and writhe underneath Claire with the power of his legs kicking off the floor. He intended to not let her rest by constantly moving.

[Treky]

Claire welcomed Senji's sudden rush without giving him any space. When he tried to ram his head in like a battering ram, she lowered her center of gravity and locked her knees, sticking to him like a well-placed dead weight. His thrust slid against her shoulder; not enough leverage, not enough angle.

The hand he tried to use to tease her ribs was trapped: Claire twisted her torso, tucked her forearm into her side, and ground her wrist firmly, turning her "passion" into a mistake. She wasn't trying to hurt him just to remind him who set the pace.

Every thrust of her hips was met with a precise counterbalance. Claire moved forward a few inches, her chest aligned with his sternum, breaking his ability to crawl forward. When he tried to squirm, she followed the movement rather than resisting it, letting him tire while she maintained control.

"Go ahead" she thought, cool and focused, "but stay here"
With a small adjustment of her hip and constant pressure, Claire remained on top, stable and dominant, preventing any pause and turning every attempt into another point in her favor

[TheLoneWanderer]

What a pain....

This wasn’t working. Senji had a pinned wrist now, underneath Claire's hand, and still was not able to dislodge her. He settled his other hand on her back, huffing from beneath as he voluntarily slowed his struggles down. It reminded him of grappling with another superior of his. Both women seemed to know his moves before he made them.

With Claire in side control while laying across him, Senji's gaze was tempted to go down. His legs were free. That could help. He relaxed his head to ease the strain on his spine, as he let her keep him there. He stopped resisting in any way, at least. Claire could probably keep him here until he started counting sheep out of boredom.

Senji tried to nestle his chin into Claire's shoulder as he intended to keep them clinched together judging by the addition of his single arm still hugging her. Since his legs were stronger than his arms, the redhead sought to pull his knees toward his chest and put them into Claire's stomach to serve as a wall. He did not like kicking very much. This movement was just to help him "shrimp" out of the side control. In the case of Claire trying to mount to keep from being pushed away by his knees, Senji tried to keep the upper body lock-up going, nuzzling into the strawberry-blonde, to make it easier to feel where she was moving and follow her with his hips.