Blaise 'n' Diana - Bestest Beach Buddies

[CyanDimitrik]

Her increased pressure against his frame is met with an arching of his own body, pushing tighter into hers. And with her leg hooking his, he pushes his hips up against her as well, indulging in that full contact. The matter of who this woman really is, or how they wound up in this situation is so far removed from his mind right now. The only thing that he can think about is the sensation of her skin against his, their shared breath and now - thanks to a lifting of his head - the playful smooshing of his nose against hers.

"Uh-huh," he submits readily to the question. "Aren't you?" The returned question is delivered with a teasing smile and squint.

[Devilish53]

With Blaise somewhat settling into his newfound posture beneath the firm bodied Italian, Diana sought to suddenly change as for the moment to not get stale, albeit not without the briefest of nose-presses with the male beneath her.

"Oh...it's a riot.." She'd grin, holding still to the wrists that she had held so firmly to try and pin Blaise as she quickly pulled off; using both her sudden movement and her power in an effort to force Blaise to join her. Whatever the Italian had planned, it seemingly involved pulling the figure in her midst to his feet with her!

[CyanDimitrik]

Nose-smoosh! Blaise gives a goofy little grin along with it.

He does rather enjoy the position. He's gotten used to being pinned; albeit usually with a crowd, and with something on the line. This is obviously different. For starters, it's with a hardbodied female. There's no audience to speak of, and he's risking nothing. All there is to it is some excessive body contact. That, he's fine with.

It's not to last, sadly! Diana yanks on him, and he suddenly finds himself hoisted up to his feet! "Erf! But.. but you said it was a riot!," he protests insincerely. His wrists squirm, half-heartedly attempting to wrench them free of her grasp.

[Devilish53]

Given that Diana had herself been something of a victim of her male opponents holds encounter thus far, the Italian found it necessary for her to prove to herself and Blaise both that she could be just as strong and forceful, if not more so.

Opting for something of a humiliating manoeuvre, the Italian immediately ducked low as her male foe stood straight. Shoulder to his firm abdomen, the Italian's powerful mitts would grasp hold of Blaises' thighs, before pulling. If all went to plan without rebuff, Diana would hoist her foe in humiliating fashion up onto her shoulder!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise doesn't have a lot of time to work out what she's trying to do. And a part of him is too curious to even really want to resist, anyway. This has been a nice, no-press sort of bout laced with some obvious overtones, and he'd hate to ruin that by getting all aggro.

Yet, when he's hoisted onto the muscled amazon's shoulder, his arms and legs instantly begin flailing. "Waagh! Careful!," he yelps. He may end up toppling her due to his struggling, or she may in fact have enough stability to see through whatever it was she'd intended. It all depends on her physical prowess.

[Devilish53]

The moment Diana hoisted the male in her arms up onto her shoulders, the Italian dug her feet deep into the sand, assuring that unless Blaise was to give the most sudden, violent of jostles, she'd keep him lifted somewhat easily.

Smirking at her great power and finesse, her frame on show to those oogling the fight from a distance now seemingly with the female in charge, Diana would perform a gentle squat; keen to show off what power she did have, as opposed to riskily attempting to ragdoll Blaise up and down the beach.

"This can't be good for your pride...huh...?" She'd grin, raising her right, to smack Blaise's ankle!

[CyanDimitrik]

Diana bobs Blaise up and down, and... just... what the Hell is going on here? He's so confused. He has no idea how to take this. Is she.. no, this isn't a submission. This is- oh god, she had to ask.

"Actually!," calls Blaise from her shoulder, "I feel like I should be making airplane noises!"

Hurt his pride? Come on. She can be forgiven her expectation that he'd be a normal guy with a normal ego. But this is Blaise we're dealing with; someone who can swallow a loss every week, sometimes multiple losses, and still think what he does is awesome and have a great time doing it.

Perhaps more to her detriment, he thrusts out his arms and balances his legs behind himself in a lateral plane. "Nnnyyyyrrrrr~," go the airplane noises. He's perfectly aware of how juvenile it is, expecting it might embarrass her before it does him. After all, he's stuck on her shoulder. What else is he going to do?

[Devilish53]

Diana was not the sort to care for demonstrations of strength; sure she felt powerful to briefly hoist Blaise up and down, but she soon lost interest in such. Mainly her intentions were to embarrass the male, and apparently, she was failing!

"Alright...then...!" Not skipping a beat in the slightest, Diana attempted to plant Blaise firmly back upon his feet as she bent forward, grunting from the general effort of the lift. Moving quickly however, Diana attempted to lock her arms firmly around the waist she was still bent towards; for a restraining, standing waistlock!

[CyanDimitrik]

When Diana seems to give up, Blaise lets out a cheerful chuckle! His feet find the sand again, and he realizes the dark-haired beauty is still latched onto him! There isn't much he can really do from this position other than strike at her bare back, and he doesn't want to really do that. But there is one other option!

Leaning over her, Blaise attempts to hook his arms around her stomach from this position. With a grunt of effort, he attempts to drag her body upside-down into the air and drop back with her to slam her down behind him in the sand!

[Devilish53]

With her male foe moving quicker than the Italian would have liked, Diana was forced to up her own momentum to respond in time, otherwise she'd have found herself in the air, legs a-kicking!

Holding yet still around Blaise's waist as she was hoisted nonetheless, Diana would instead attempt to establish a counter only when she was part-way off the ground. Kicking her legs as hard as she could and pulling upon the skin she held, the Italian not only attempted to get her feet back in the sand, but return the favour! Lifting Blaise up off his feet in her hold, as if the two were playing a simple game of lift and carry!