Apex vs. Sirya - Can I Get a Volunteer?

[CyanDimitrik]

Relaxed compared to what he was before, yes. But relaxed in general? No, thanks to the continued contact, the friction between them, the shudder in her frame, and the subtle sounds she's making, he couldn't quite claim to be relaxed. He exhales a warm, shuddery breath up at her, still watching her face. His other hand raises to her waist, drawing his palm along her ribs.

The groan she gives spurs him to arch tighter against her, rolling his hips against hers in a more pronounced way. What was he doing? He couldn't really say. But he makes an attempt when she demands an answer, anyway. "You won..," he whispers up at her, "If I have to lose.. may as well enjoy it.. much as I can.." To helpfully indicate his meaning, his hips push tighter against hers, muscles tensing beneath her. The purple eyes focus more keenly on hers. "But if you want more.. it's up to you.. just not in the ring.."

[CaptainL]

The girl felt his hot breath against her skin, and her legs began to wobble at his sides. Apex caressed his finger along Sirya's rib, and the tingly sensation she felt only got stronger. Her body tensed up and she shuddered under her breath, her face going vividly red now. Some of the onlookers were cheering on the sight, but perhaps thankfully, Sirya didn't think much of it, being mostly unaware of the implications.

So too would Apex press up against her and roll his hips, and Sirya in turn would moan softly, pressing her hips back against his. She might not have known what was going on, or where this hot feeling inside her was coming from - but it felt kind of good. Exciting, even. She had never seen anything like this before, but it intrigued her. And she had to know more.

"W-What...what are you doing?" she muttered in confusion. "Where...are we going, anyway? I don't know where this is..." Her usual fiery attitude seemed to be lost in the throes of, albeit anxious, excitement. Now, her mind was preoccupied with these thoughts of what she was dealing with.

[CyanDimitrik]

Apex can tell she's worked up at this point. It's interesting to see her in this state, given how wildly aggressive she'd been. She may still be, in fact, but this has clearly thrown her off-balance. The shifting doesn't stop, but it does slow down enough to become a bit more subtle as he flashes a wry little smile up at her.

"Away from the crowd," he answers. "There's a room back there I use to get ready." His head turns to nod in the opposite direction from where she was brought in. The path cuts through the roped-off crowds to a compound of sorts. When he looks back to her, it's kept brief and she's given only a momentary smirk of warning before he attempts to roll over with her. That rolling would continue right up until they've tilted out of the ring and onto their feet, executing perhaps the strangest ring exit ever.

"You get to lead," he'd add, giving the victor a subtle push on the back to get her walking away from their audience.

Winner by Pinfall: Sirya