Red Dread Seduction (Black Severin vs Arlise Christiaens)

[DSX93]

Oh yes. There was the singing that Severin was waiting for. After a few seconds of it gracing his ears, he joined in. He couldn't help it. It made the Belgian taste all the better. He hoped that he was breaking more walls down than she was letting on. That his own grunts and moans were encouraging her to relax for just a few more minutes. A lot more minutes were preferable, but he'd take what he can get.

He'd be met with some resistance instead. Resistance that he could've pushed past. It was as simple as grabbing at her wrist and pinning it down, but that outside sense of morality stayed his hand. Thoughts that it would've been veering into the territory of too forceful began to nag at him. It wouldn't freeze him outright, however; his sensual mind was quick to arrive at what he believed a happy medium in this situation.

"It wouldn't count if you let go for a little while." Severin's eyes took a deep, longing gaze down into hers. Oh, they were such beautiful grey eyes. "Not when we're like this." He reminded her, feeling her foot traveling down his back, but remaining unaware of her intentions with it. "You want it..." The fingers of his free hand glided through her smooth red locks with gentle strokes. He couldn't deny his nature; can't be all rough, all the way through. "I want it. And we've got all night."

Feeling the possibility that she may want to move this to the post-match or shut it down entirely, he'd go in with his thigh more strongly here. Harder and faster, in the hopes of turning her brains into mush. "So why not indulge yourself with me?" When he felt her foot circling around from where it took a moment's stop on his sculpted ass, he did nothing to stop her.

Turns out she knew how to use that too. Severin wasn't a foot person, but her touch -- the expertly measured contact elicited more of what she sought nonetheless. He shivered with his desire for the voluptuous, powerful body underneath him, keeping his hold on her wrist steady, but the waves would see that the same couldn't be said with her leg...

[Winter]

Those honeyed words sounded oh-so-familiar.

To Arlise’s great dismay, they typically proved all too effective, too. While she appreciated the way they dripped from a more feminine set of lips and at a higher pitch most often, the planting of ideas and the continued attention - plus the outright heat of having another, heavier body smothering hers - saw her faltering. The grinding against her crotch she might have tolerated since he would not be the first nor the last to attack her God-given sensitivities there, but the entire onslaught, - not least of them his latest idea, running his hand through her hair - left her losing focus.

It pained her to recognize his plan but to have no defenses against it. Dropping her defenses no doubt played into his hands because, for the moment, she resided entirely in his hands, both literally and figuratively. She did not even have the space to attempt to escape from beneath him, much less the free body parts to do so. Her foot stroking at him elicited a reaction, but not enough to drop more of his defenses. Finally, the redhead's tension relented - she only saw one way to proceed, and even that vision seemed like an oasis on the horizon.

She first dropped her defenses, her wandering foot and free hand both dropping to the mat. Regarding him with lidded eyes, she searched his face, neck, and shoulders before the momentarily listless hand came back to squeeze into the dimples between the muscles of his upper arms and shoulders. Her eyes trailed back to his face once she had enjoyed a good feel. Any other time she might have offered... more than what came to mind, but the nature of the match forced her to remained measured.

"I can't do anything with only your thigh between my legs," she told him. "Except this..." She again tugged at his head, hoping to pull him down into another kiss.

[DSX93]

A plan...If Severin were capable of reading minds, he would've disagreed with the use of the word "plan". Was it accurate, though? Yes and no. It was calculated and deliberate, his words and actions meant to manipulate and maneuver her into a certain place. A certain state of mind.

Which sounds...pretty damn bad. Even colder than the word would've sounded to him. But he was genuine. So far, he has yet to face a woman with whom he wouldn't have been interested in taking some leisure time like he was suggesting to Arlise, provided they got along. It was exactly why these rulesets he made happened to work the way they do. It allowed, if not necessarily guaranteed indulgence on both sides. And it stood a good chance of bringing out the sensual ones, he felt. His favorites, by far.

Ooh. That look. Goodness, gracious! Those grey eyes were dangerous, capable of melting a man where he stood.

Oh, yes. Go for it. Pretty please.

This combination of muscle and curvature, the exotic looks, and the way she puts those lips on a brother? You're goddamn right, he wants this to happen!

His words seemed like they were getting through. Seemed like it. He caught that match with Muriel Spencer. He thought it over while her eyes roamed and took him in -- what his next move should be. But he had a problem: His dick had already drawn its share of blood from his brain, had taken more when she touched and tested his muscle, and then she brought him in for another kiss, and damn, he's hurting himself with this.

Hurts so good.

She was right, though. There was only so much that could be done here. It was time for a switch. A show of good intent. Would it be dumb as hell in the context of a match? Yes. But he was asking her to leave good sense at the door too. And besides, he had a plan.

"Ooh!" He let out a little light-hearted laugh. "Oh, that's pretty damn good. Please believe it, if you don't already."

Step one? Let that leg go. Step two? Place himself in between the two of them. Step three? With a woman of Arlise's background? You get three guesses for what that is. The first two don't count.