Blaise 'n' Diana - Bestest Beach Buddies

[CyanDimitrik]

Diana perches up over him, assuming that dominant position. Blaise's hands relocate to her hips, brows raised as she goes through the motions of some decidedly racy flouncing of her hair. She's being seductive! He thinks. He isn't exactly used to this, especially in a wrestling context.

He swallows heavily and tries to distract himself. "You, ah.. you comfy up there?," he asks. His gaze dips from her face to her figure appreciatively, then back up again. Despite his efforts, his right hand trails down from her hip to her thigh, brushing his palm along the skin.

[Devilish53]

"Yeh...you're quite the good seat...shame that's your only use..." Firm grin matching a sly wink, Diana opted to finish with her taunting, knowing full well that if her posture did not earn a response from Blaise, her words would. Both hands coming down to the right that now gripped her hip, Diana would willingly turn her frame into the sand...

...with legs raising mind, as she not only intended to pull Blaise onto her, but mostly with top half through her powerful legs, as she sought a play-fully applied triangle submission hold!

[CyanDimitrik]

Oh, the posture earned a response. It's just a response he's trying to restrain.

"I hear I'm also a good bed and blanket. Just not at the same time," posits Blaise, firing back with the play-flirts.

Then she's on the move again, rotating out of position and into a triangle choke! Well, not a severe or harsh triangle choke, but still! His feet dig into the sands in an effort to gain some traction, which obviously doesn't work beyond carving out twin trenches. "This.. isn't.. how seats.. work!," he chides while struggling.

[Devilish53]

Diana was far from pouring in her strength; sure her legs were tightly clad at the ankles, but her thighs weren't at all squeezing. If anything, they were simply tickling her foes cheeks, with the occasional, and light, squeeze. Her legs lifted up, Diana's hands too held onto that extended arm, pulling again with but mild ache.

"I wouldn't crack wise..." Diana smirked, despite doing the same. "You might just pass out here and now..."

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise continues his gallant display of defiance in the form of squirms and wiggles. And then he realizes there's no real impetus to 'win' here. There's no pressure. He's just wrestling a chick he met not ten minutes ago on the beach. She's not even squeezing tight! He could stand in this position all day - back pain notwithstanding.

Blaise peers down at her, but it isn't really her he's looking at. His mind is elsewhere, sorting the proverbial files in his library of wrestling techniques. It comes to the section marked 'triangle choke', and lands on its reversal.

He suddenly leans into her, bringing her legs more over her head while directing that arm of his to plant down beside said head. His hips twist to the opposite side, and his upper-body follows suit to ideally unlock her ankles with body mechanics alone, while leaving his captured arm effectively hooking her leg. Following the natural motion, Blaise's upper-body will end lying across Diana's, his free arm tucking in at her side to hopefully keep her arm down.

And just like that, Diana may find herself in a pinned position under him.

[Devilish53]

Given Diana lacked the effort nor notion to effectively restrain a child, it was no surprise to her that soon enough Blaise opted to attempt a break out. Such seemed to be the focus of their game as it were; to repeatedly switch from hold to hold, with each more grinding and heated than the last.

Her legs already mostly loosened, Diana could but smirk as Blaise soon gained a position perpendicular to her frame, restraining her leg and arm both with the other mostly pinned by the motion itself.

"Thanks.." She'd purr, nudging her cheek but once into the side of Blaise's head. "Seems you have a use after all...sun was getting a little too bright for my skin...needed a cover..."

[CyanDimitrik]

"Tol'ja I make a good blanket," posits Blaise, bemused by her headbump.

He's playing it cool, but he's pretty impressed with himself. That's the first time he pulled off a reversal in the heat of the moment (in a manner of speaking) and turned the tables on someone! Sure, she wasn't really trying, and there's nothing on the line, but he'll take it for what it's worth. The fact that he's pretty comfortable in this position, chest pressed across her chest, is a nice cherry on top.

"One~," he counts slowly.

[Devilish53]

Such a posture like the one Blaise now had on the dark-haired and now somewhat sweaty Italian was not one you could muster a great technical comeback in. Yes, Diana could fight back, but hardly in a way that could be described as 'fluid and seamless.' Rather simply she struggled, trying to pull apart the lock now around her leg and torso, whilst trying to snake her shoulders up just enough to break a pin she apparently did not care to heed.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise shifts, attempting to press tighter to her while she struggles. He holds off on the two-count, in no real hurry to end their 'match'. It's more fun the longer it keeps going, after all! And though he'd twisted a triangle choke into a pin position, it wasn't the most secure pin. Heck, most wrestlers pin their opponent on the merit that their opponent is too weak to fight back! And Diana is definitely not in that position.

She twists a shoulder up before anything else, and he purses his lips at her. "Aw. Not comfortable anymore?," he chides before releasing her. He raises to his knees and very lightly sends a jab towards her tight abs.

[Devilish53]

With freedom now before her, the first thing Diana did was of course, goad her foe. Raising a hand as she simply laid on her back as if sunbathing, the Italian would find her hand waving her foe to come back to her with a smile to her face costing her, as she felt a strike to her abdomen.

Light, but given Diana was completely untensed, it gained a notable gasp. And somewhat cute yelp.

"Oh...I soon will be..." Blushing a little from that uncharacteristic yelp, Diana soon too came to her knees, before immediately throwing her arms around her foes head and shoulders, almost lover like. If only however, as her intention was purely to lock in a tight, kneeling collar-and-elbow.