Frost Meets Cheer

[Weonna]

Emma, her cheeks flushed and her breathing heavy, tried to respond, but before she could, Snow moved in smoothly for the final blow. Shifting her position, Snow straddled Emma, her toned legs sliding around the blonde’s head. Snow’s body hovered just above Emma, her thighs framing her opponent’s face as her legs locked firmly into place.

Emma let out a soft gasp, her breath warm against Snow’s crotch as she struggled to speak. Her muffled words fell to deaf ears. Each labored exhale from Emma sent waves of warmth that Snow couldn’t ignore, a subtle but undeniable sensation that only heightened her control.

The blonde’s legs kicked and flailed, her hands pressing against Snow’s thighs as she desperately searched for a way out. Snow remained unyielding, her grip steady and inescapable.

Emma’s struggles began to slow, her kicks growing weaker as the relentless pressure sapped her remaining strength. Her hot breath against Snow’s skin became softer and more irregular, the warmth fading as she succumbed to exhaustion. Emma’s body relax beneath her, the fight leaving her completely before everything turned black. Her arms fall limp to the mats and her legs spread out and unresponsive as Snow had completely knocked the cheerful girl out.

[APlaying]

After a series of grabs, there was no fight left in Emma who ended up inherte in an experimental and sexy grip. "That's it, good girl." Snow said triumphantly after having completely overpowered Emma, slowly releasing her as she rolled off of her. Once Snow sat down on her knees next to an unconscious Emma, she contemplated her limp figure tenderly, she gently leaned into her as she began to play a little.

She began to nuzzle Emma's neck with the tip of her lips, playfully trailing her chin until she gave her a warm, juicy kiss on the cheek. The actress slid her hands around Emma's waist and slowly lifted her up into a gentle embrace, which would be a good opportunity to carry her to one of the corners of the ring where she would sit the blonde on the middle turnbuckle.

Snow moved Emma's arms and legs behind the ropes to keep her from collapsing, Snow stood right in front of her as she stroked Emma's cheeks and forehead to brush away the stray strands of hair scattered around her face. Maybe when Emma wakes up, she could invite her to hang out at her house... Of course, if she'd still want to after everything that had happened. "Aaaw, Emma, Baby are you okay?"

[Weonna]

Emma's body lay completely limp as Snow gently cradled her, her soft, shallow breaths the only sign of life. In her unconscious state, Emma’s face looked peaceful, almost angelic. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, giving her an innocent and vulnerable appearance. Even in her defeated state, there was a subtle beauty about her that made her look endearing, almost doll-like.

Though Emma was unaware, her body instinctively responded to Snow’s touch. When Snow nuzzled her neck gently, Emma’s head tilted slightly to the side, exposing more of her neck as if seeking comfort. As Snow trailed her lips along Emma’s jaw and chin, Emma’s body gave faint, involuntary shivers, her muscles subtly reacting to the warmth of Snow’s embrace.

Snow’s kiss on Emma’s cheek left a faint glossy mark, and though Emma was unconscious, her lips twitched slightly, as though she were aware on some level of the gesture. Her arms hung loosely at her sides, swaying faintly as Snow lifted her into a gentle embrace. As Snow carried her across the ring, Emma instinctively leaned her head against Snow’s shoulder, her soft golden hair brushing against Snow’s neck.

Snow carefully positioned Emma on the middle turnbuckle, draping her arms and legs over the ropes to keep her upright. Emma’s head lolled to the side slightly, her soft, flushed cheeks glowing faintly under the lights. Her eyelashes fluttered weakly, her lips parting as if to say something, though no words came. The natural rise and fall of her chest made her look serene, almost as if she were simply sleeping peacefully.

Though Emma’s mind was foggy and unaware, her body reacted faintly to the care Snow showed. When Snow brushed the stray strands of hair from her face, Emma’s lips twitched again, and her cheek leaned ever so slightly into Snow’s hand, as though seeking the gentle touch.

If Emma had been conscious, she might have been embarrassed by how soft and cute she looked, completely at the mercy of her opponent. But in this moment, her body simply responded instinctively, her vulnerability only adding to the tender yet triumphant dynamic Snow enjoyed.

[APlaying]

Snow's eyes sparkle as she looks at the weakened Emma. “Hm... How about you come to my house?” suggests Snow, her voice is soft but full of warmth and genuine interest. “You can rest and we can celebrate Christmas together, you can teach me how to make chocolate the way you like it and we can sit and drink.” she adds with a comforting tone. As she tenderly caresses Emma's cheeks and forehead, her hands slowly move down over Emma's shoulders and gently slide down to caress the sides of her chest, abdomen, waist, eventually coming to rest her hands on the blonde's thighs.

“What do you say?” Snow could only wait with some anticipation for Emma's response, at the moment she was doing nothing more than admiring her exhausted state. “If you don't answer I'll have to carry you around, and as soon as I get home I'll use you as a huggable teddy bear.” She joked with a certain tenderness in her tone, while drumming Emma's thighs playfully.

Emma, though unconscious, is her center of attention, and Snow is determined to care for and nurture her. a deeper connection is forming between them. It is in these tender moments that Snow realizes how vulnerable Emma really is, even in her most controlled moments.

[Weonna]

As if on cue, Emma stirred faintly, her body shifting in response to the warmth of Snow’s touch. Her lashes fluttered slightly, a faint murmur slipping from her lips as her fingers twitched against the ropes.

“Mmhh…”

Emma let out a soft, breathy whimper, her head tilting against the turnbuckle as confusion clouded her expression. Her brows furrowed slightly, her body instinctively reacting to the gentle touches without fully processing where she was or what had happened.

Her breathing hitched momentarily, her lips parting as if to speak, but all that came out was another sleepy, disoriented sigh. Slowly, her dazed eyes cracked open, hazy and unfocused as they gazed up at Snow without recognition.

“W… what…?”

Emma’s voice was soft and slurred, her mind still clouded in a post-match haze. She blinked slowly, her head lolling slightly before her gaze settled on Snow, though it was clear she was still too out of it to fully register what was going on.

[APlaying]

As time went on, Snow's body was now feeling cold again, which made her purr a little so she gave Emma a warm hug to feel a little warmer. Although it seemed that the blonde was slowly regaining consciousness which made Snow smile. "Welcome back little champion." Snow said proceeding to gently rub her cheek against Emma's. Snow whispered in Emma's ear about her idea of inviting her to her house for Christmas today, while gently caressing her back.

"And take advantage of the fact that I have a bathroom with a hot tub so you can clean up." Snow moved away from Emma to leave the ring to get her coat. "By the way, have you noticed how sweet you look when you're unconscious? I wanted to kiss you." She joked between laughs, because she didn't affirm that in fact that was what she did.