Blaise Cameron/Honoka Kobayashi - Wipe Those Tears!

[Devilish53]

Still kept in the firm, but somewhat reassuring cuddle, seemingly pinned and out of an encounter she had little preparation for, Honoka offered a mock sulk.

"Nuh-huh! I'd beat your butt! You're so lucky I was all worn out..." Her mind ever so briefly falling back to the earlier depressing moments of the night, Honoka would force herself to prioritise the moment at hand, namely being embraced so warmly by Blaise. She didn't want to start sniffling again after all.

"Next time it's gonna be a...a squash!" Pondering for a moment what the correct term was for the match she envisioned with Blaise, Honoka gave one more gentle, somewhat inadvertently erotic jostle, as her massive breasts ground and flattened against Blaise's own firm torso, with both of the wrestlers coated in the lightest coatings of sweat, not from exertion nor heat, but from the constant body contact.

[CyanDimitrik]

"We'll have to see about that!," challenges Blaise while the girl squirms. It's very true that there's a level of eroticism to the friction she's creating. There's really no denying that. One might not even deny that she didn't really intend for it to be. But is she unaware of it now, he'd have to wonder.

"But for tonight, it looks like I've won," reflects the teen. "Which means I should probably let you go."

True to his word, he starts to detangle himself from the pink-haired girl, starting with the arms around her waist. His hands move to the bench at either of her sides, upper-body arching up to hover over hers.

[Devilish53]

Shaking her head in playful defiance, Honoka was more than happy to watch and wait as Blaise slowly unravelled himself from her. Her bouncy, jiggly frame still heavily enveloped, she'd be allowed to inflate her lungs a shade easier given Blaise was no longer essentially anaconda-ing her.

"Won via cheating..." She'd huff at a quieter volume, before turning her grin back to the male. She could hardly offer any genuine annoyance or hatred after all, even more so given Blaise did no such cheating. For what was to be a night of tearful crying in the corner, this male she had just met had snapped her out of it instantly!

[CyanDimitrik]

"If you keep giving me the business, we might have to start round two right now," playfully warns Blaise.

Given her legs remain wound around him, he stays put for now. One hand, however, moves to her stomach to teasingly brush along the skin in a more forwardly suggestive stroke. "And you'd be starting off at a disadvantage. I'm already practically on top of ya from the start."

The mission he'd initially set out to do was, in his opinion, accomplished ages ago. The girl is clearly no longer thinking about the mishap in the ring, or the way people were addressing her. The mood has absolutely shifted into something more enjoyable and far more distracting. He doesn't expect anything to come from this, per se, but she is cute when she's in a good mood. He can enjoy the moment while it lasts.

[Devilish53]

By now, Honoka was reduced once more to the tantruming figure those who had seen her wrestle had become so familiar with. Only as opposed to earlier tonight, and those many times in the ring, this tantrum was solely non-serious.

"See! Cheat cheat cheat cheat!" Bucking upwards with each repeat of the word, Honoka would soon attempt to writhe backwards like a snake, seemingly trying to slip out of those firm arms as opposed to outright breaking free from the grip. If she had her way it seemed, the busty lightweights back would be on the bench the two were fighting for so long up, continuing her jiggly wiggle all the way along it!

[CyanDimitrik]

Honoka's certainly a protesty, wiggly girl. Blaise watches her in bemusement as she shimmies her way further up the bench. The hand at her stomach gives a little pat before leaving her to let her make her escape, shifting to sit up on his knees.

"Gotta be prepared for the worst! Even if I show ya a little mercy and let'cha escape."

[Devilish53]

Even after finding her freedom from Blaises' arms, Honoka continued her somewhat humorous wiggle, with her thick hips sliding across the bench with the rest of her figure jiggling.

"I was born prepared!" She'd roar, currently the definition of anything but, as she lay on her back like a turtle. Legs coming up to complete the image, Honoka couldn't resist somewhat kicking out said arms and legs into the air, laughing to herself all the while, as if she was indeed stuck on her shell.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is reaching the end of his depths in kiddish playfulness as he watches Honoka, an otherwise sexy girl in skimpy clothes, turtle her limbs about. It's starting to edge from amusing to awkward. He sits there, straddling the bench, staring at the laughing pinkette with a knit brow. He tries to toss her a bone, however, and give her a graceful entrance back into the realm of 'quirky but hot'.

"You havin' trouble there, babe?," he asks with a teasing lilt. He leans over her again, but this time to take her wrists and helpfully tug her to sit up in front of him again. "C'mon, up you go. If you're wantin' a rematch, you've gotta start on even footing."

[Devilish53]

Willingly accepting the hand offered to her given her humour had quickly passed, Honoka found herself sat up a short distance from her foe, with the hot yet perhaps awkward atmosphere of the room somewhat exaggerated, given Honoka's lips were but a inch away from Blaise's own. "Babe..! I'm not your babe!" Smiling in humour yet again, a playful whack to the males right arm would see about correcting him from using that nickname again. "Call me that again, and amma make you look silly!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise blinks, arm swatted admonishingly. He would've let it go at that point and not used the term again! He'd hardly even thought about it when he used it the first time! But then she had to go and make a threat. Blaise can't not poke the bear, so to speak.

Blaise leans in closer, eyes narrowing on hers defiantly. Given their proximity already, this effectively presses his nose against hers. There really isn't anywhere else for them to go without smushing their faces together at this point. "And how would you do that," he asks, then with special emphasis, "babe?"