Beatrice Harper [D] vs Black Severin - Still Waters

[Liesmith]

However the match went from here, Tris knew she’d scored some points already. The audience certainly seemed to appreciate her choices, even if the referee was probably looking even snootier than she had to start with.

And Severin wasn’t exactly objecting either, judging by the enthusiasm with which he’d pulled her into the embrace.

What Tris found fascinating though was his… hesitation wasn’t the right word. Passivity would be better; not for long, but long enough. Long enough for her to take note until she felt his hand slip further down, felt him squeeze her fulsome backside firmly en route to hiking her wandering leg the rest of the way up to his waist.

Tris instantly coiled her calf around his back, locking him tight against her hips. And smiled into the kiss.

From here, it’d be a hop, skip and jump to having both her legs round his waist.

It was tempting, so damn tempting.

With some guys and most girls, Tris would have gone for it, betting that her weight and sheer thigh-power would be enough to bring ‘em down. She’d done it before, enjoyed the shock value and the mind-fuckery of that early squeeze to submission.

But this wasn’t her familiar London haunts, or the old rules she was used to. Case in point - she’d watched Severin’s match against Arlise Christiaens. Seen how that one started, and Tris wasn’t about to give him the opportunity to do the same thing to her on a silver platter.

Not to mention, Severin had such a nice body. She wanted to take her time, enjoy it – and him.

So she resisted the urge, merely coiling her meaty thigh and calf possessively tight around his waist, letting him feel the muscle hidden beneath the curves as his hand explored her lower body. Enjoying the kiss all the way, the way his mouth yielded to hers as she pressed her advantage home despite her seemingly lower position.

Finally, Tris pulled back, eyes heavy-lidded and mouth quirked in a lazy smirk as her tongue played over her upper lip.

Mmm. She could get used to that.

“Careful, lover,” She whispered, “Better watch your step – the tide’s coming in…”

With that, she hooked her free leg behind one of his and pulled. Simultaneously, using her arms and that half-leg lock on him to twist so that – if he fell as intended – they’d land with her on top.

Which’d be a better position for her to work though, even if Severin landed on top, he’d quickly find out how dangerous it was to be between Tris’ legs.

[DSX93]

Severin was an easy man. A simple kiss -- one good, passionate kiss could...Well, as closely as Tris was wrapping herself around him, pulling them together with all that fine muscle...There would be no missing what it was doing to him. She was doing everything right, down to the smallest touches.

Like that smile! Mmm! It was already enough just to feel it on his lips. That was already one pretty, juicy cherry sitting on top of the cake, setting him on fire on the inside. And then he saw her face. She was right there with him in the middle of that haze. He was already teetering on the edge of self-control as it wa-

The tongue. That slow drag along his lip...

That's it. Right here, right now. He didn't give a flying fuck what this referee, the booker, or whoever else had to say about it: This wasn't a standard match anymore.

"You're goddamned right, a tide's coming-SHIT!"

Severin should've been able to keep his footing. Maintain enough control to pull some spinning maneuver or something. He could've lifted her back up, even. She isn't even heavy! But she ran that game real well. There wasn't near enough blood in the right head for the right instincts to be kicking in. And so he stumbled, hands reaching out for ropes that he wasn't anywhere close to after he'd been tugged off balance. A last-ditch effort to get it back.

And onto his back, he fell.

Terrell, you idiot! Scissorholds are this woman's specialty, and you hiked her leg. Up. To. Your waist! Idiot!
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And now he's in the best worst place he could be; honestly, a part of him wanted to feel that power she's got. Even now.

[Liesmith]

Unlike Severin, or so she liked to imagine, Tris was thinking tactically here.

While she didn’t exactly have a full grasp of where his strengths lay yet, she could make some educated guesses even just based on that fancy entrance of his – he was strong, he was agile and he had more experience as a pro wrestler than she did.

All of which meant she wanted him on the mats early and often, where she did her best work. Somehow though, she didn’t think he’d just lie down for her, not even if she said ‘pretty please with a cherry on top’.

Not that she’d want him to, because that’d be boring.

Then Sevvie’d practically gift-wrapped himself for her, putting himself in perfect position for her to just push like so and…

Because, while Tris might not be able to pull dance moves like his, give her a pole or a nice strong man to climb and she’d steal the spotlight just fine.

Down they went in a twisting tangle of limbs, hitting the mat with a thump with the redhead on top, the majority of her weight coming down on his abs. Tris was able to catch herself, her hands bracing her fall either side of Severin’s masked features, crimson hair falling like a curtain to separate them from the crowd’s roar beyond.

“Told you, cutie,” Scylla smiled down at him, lips slightly parted, leaning in as if to kiss him again, “Need to mind your step.”

Then she sat up with the poise of a siren emerging from the sea waves, a flick of her head tossing her mane back into place. This might be her first match in front of the cameras but Tris already knew how to work a crowd.

Her position was all wrong for a bodyscissors, but she couldn’t resist giving him a little squeeze, a little flex of her steel-cable inner thigh muscles into his sides just to tease. Herself as well as Severin, the redhead unashamedly relishing the feeling of his torso trapped beneath her.

Just a taste though. Before she started to roll her broad hips against his with liquid grace, a slow but powerful rhythm she’d found very effective at keeping opponents distracted.