Fanning Flames! Blaise Cameron vs Blade Uehara

[CyanDimitrik]

"Hero?," Blaise asks the now flumped and resting Blade Uehara. "Don't think I'd call ya that." He shifts his hips against her, until he's mounted upon her perky backside, his thighs hugging her narrow hips. Leaning in, his left hand sets over her shoulder while the right hand traces the index finger down the dip of her bare back, from just beneath the strap of her top to just above the tailbone. "More like... severe fan crush."

There was something very enjoyable about the fact that he was poised dominantly over the girl he admired from afar - and about bantering with her like this. There'd be no point in denying he had a hard crush on her, either. Not after the way things were turning in her room just before the match. That's something she'd have already known, right? Or maybe she thought it developed right in the moment, upon seeing the girl in the flesh.

Whatever the case, the surest way to her heart was with her flat on her back, and him pinning her down.

...it sounds better in context.

Blaise had already decided what he intended to do with her. He wants her not only defeated, but impressed. And step one is making sure she stays pliable on the mat. Working her back is a good start, but she'll need the wind knocked out of her. With some inward level of reluctance, Blaise dismounts her rear and grabs her by the arms once more, attempting to pull her up first to her knees, then loading her the rest of the way across his shoulders. His hand settles behind her neck, the other arm hooking behind her thigh and between the legs in a fireman carry, holding her stomach snug behind his neck.

And if all goes as intended, as soon as she's up, he's popping into the air and turning aside with her - pulling her head low to ensure she impacts the mat hard on her shoulders and back, not her neck. He doesn't intend to injure her, after all, just leave her stunned with a heavy slam!

[killcarrion]

Blade didn't think she should be blamed for misconstruing Blaise as just another fawning fanboy who was overanxious about making a name for themselves in the business and shaking hands with a veteran of the industry. Especially considering how much of a stuttering and flummoxed mess he was when first attempting to introduce himself at her locker-room doorway, a situation she mercifully saved him from at the risk of them both dying of embarrassment and cringe right then and there. Little did Blade know that he seemingly saved his confidence and bravado for whenever he stepped within the squared circle. The settled warmth of a muscled physique swathed behind her ended up slackening the aerialist into an odd sense of compliance once bestriding her punkish posterior, trailing hands and whispered professions bringing into the light what was already an obvious fact to any with a working set of eyes and ears.

"...Well, yer getting the crush part down, at least..." Blade remarked in between panted breaths as Blaise made her become quite comforted and appreciated even though she was completely underneath his control. The Phoenix was making quite the statement for his own honed skills by having wrestled the vaunted veteran back down to the canvas with only a wriggled shimmy beneath him and uptick to one of her legs as a sign of defiance. Unfortunately, Blaise apparently still had his eyes on the metaphorical prize as he started to gingerly shepherd the aerialist onto her knees before she yelped from the yanked heft onto his broad shoulders. Blade not exactly appreciating being showcased like a beach towel or a fetching accessory around Blaise's neck like this, but his clutched hands were ironclad and ensured Blade would end up driven sideways onto her back with a canvas quaking slam that left her rattled and splayed out.