Catch a Tiger (For Blaze)

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi patiently sways her weight from one foot to the next, those green eyes never leaving Suravi. There's anticipation there. Eagerness. She's already seen much of the Indian girl's body, thanks to the merit of her wrestling gear. But it's somehow inexplicably more saucy seeing her in a bikini when there's no water to dive into. It's the purpose behind it - strictly and unavoidably meant to show her off.

Suddenly, the top comes off. Then the pants. But she's still wearing socks. Katsumi's gaze travels over her figure, taking in the orange material snug against Suravi's curves, trailing down her hips, and- yep. There they are. Socks. It's so absurd, it gets a snicker. But she isn't about to ride her over that. No, she has other plans.

Stepping back, Katsumi's hands move down to the sash tying her robe closed. With some gentle tugging, the fabric falls loose, offering just a glimpse of the fair-skinned body beneath. She runs her fingers along the inner-lapel of the robe from collar to hip, before finally shrugging her narrow shoulders forward to slip the garment. The back falls to bunch around her elbows, and soon after, she relaxes her arms to let it fall gracefully around her feet.

Standing poised in bra and panties, Katsumi tilts to the side to prop her shoulder against the wall. A wry smile tugs the corner of her lips, eyebrow perked at her. "We might wrestle in bikinis sometime. But you're never gonna see me in this anywhere but my home," she coyly explains.

Katsumi's State of Undress

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal can't help but feel like there's something she's forgotten, in her rush to undress. Some ridiculous mistake, something she forgot to take off...before she can ponder it any further, however, her jaw drops as Katsumi suddenly shrugs off her robe. Bengal appreciates the dramatic touch that the robe lends to the act of undressing; a part of her wishes that she had dressed in a robe herself, instead of her sweatshirt and jeans. The Japanese woman's lingerie is decidedly more elegant than her swimsuit as well. Black and gold, similar to her wrestling outfit, but so sensual and inviting. Bengal's eyes are drawn to Katsumi's lithe physique, just as they were earlier in the ring, but in a different context. Before, she felt intimidated by that body, by the prospect of fighting such an experienced competitor. Now, there's no longer any fear, only excitement.

Propped casually against the wall, the Punk Princess cuts such a stunning figure that Bengal is struck speechless. When she does recover her voice, she's still not exactly eloquent. "Wrestle in...w-what?" she stammers, her tough-girl facade falling away. The Tiger is too confused to be hostile anymore. The way this night is unfolding is decidedly different from what she'd expected. She'd heard whispered rumors about POW matches, suggesting they were some sort of sadistic torture. But Katsumi is acting playful, welcoming - friendly, even. Is it just an act, to get Bengal to drop her guard? Or is Katsumi being sincere?

[CyanDimitrik]

"Bikinis," Katsumi replies offhandedly. "First time I did it, it was weird. I've only done it like.. twice? Maybe three times? Trick is finding one that's not gonna, y'know... fall apart."

She totally caught the Indian checking her out. She relished it. It's another form of dominance and power, and one the Punk Princess is very, very unaccustomed to. Prior to her makeover, at best she'd be considered cute in an off-beat kind of way. Now, though... just look at the way Suravi's staring at her. It's euphoric all on its own.

Straightening her posture, Katsumi steps forward and places her fingertips against the other girl's stomach, plying just enough directive pressure to ease her back against the wall. "Here's my problem...," she begins, her voice lowering to a soft purr. "Part of me wants to wrestle you more. To earn that pin again. This time, without an audience. Just to.. take my time with you. But another part of me wants to just... see what happens if I give you what you want right here'n now.."

The fingers begin walking their way up her midsection, digit-step by digit-step, before knuckles bump against the curve of her breasts. The hand then moves up, sliding behind Suravi's neck and against her nape to pull her head forward, touching brow to brow. Her gaze locks onto the other girl, hungry and conflicted, fiery and barely restrained.

"Any.. feelings, either way?" Her voice lowers a touch more, nearing a purr, "Suravi?"

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

When Katsumi talks about her bikini falling apart, Suravi feels as if she's about to fall apart herself. The air in the apartment still seems warm, but as the Japanese woman pulls her in close and runs her hand against Suravi's breast, she can't help but shiver. It's a reaction that has nothing to do with the temperature.

Katsumi is offering to give her what she wants. For a moment, Suravi considers answering sarcastically: "Can you give me the L.A.W. Middleweight Championship, and a billion-dollar prize?" Obviously, that's not what the Punk Princess means. But even if it was...is that really what Suravi wants, deep down? She's held championships and other honors before, in other leagues. But none of those past triumphs can compare to the way she's feeling right now. What matters more to her: temporary recognition from a bunch of fickle fans, or forging a true, lasting connection with someone? As she stares into Katsumi's emerald eyes, finally able to meet her gaze, the answer comes easily.

"I want you," she whispers, leaning forward. "Can you give me that?" She closes her eyes and brushes her lips against Katsumi's, hoping that the other woman won't pull away. Even now, a part of her is worried this is some sort of trick, a POW hazing ritual. But if Katsumi is being sincere, Suravi is ready to drop her guard, to show the punkette parts of herself that she hasn't shown anybody in years. Everything depends on what happens next...

[CyanDimitrik]

The answer hardly even seemed to surprise the punkette. She anticipated that. She knew that - from the moment she 'finished' her in the ring during that pin. No, the pin was a formality. The other stuff, that was where she claimed the other girl. So the response to Suravi's assertion is a mild narrowing of her eyes, and- nothing else. Because she feels the other woman's lips against hers.

Katsumi's hand against her nape suddenly pulls, her head tilting to catch her lips in a firm, direct, and aggressive kiss. Her body pushes forward, breasts pressing hard to breasts, her trim, bare midsection suddenly tightly forced against Suravi's lean stomach. Hips graze against hips, but she's being careful to keep just a bit tilted away there - a hint of self-control in an otherwise heated moment.

Katsumi purrs into the kiss, eyes lidding over for the several seconds it lasts before it's broken and she tilts her head away. "I know..," she quietly confirms, her breathing a little shaky.. "And I..," she swallows, trying to slow back down, "..I said I wasn't done with you.." She thinks she said that, anyway. She was thinking it, in either case.

"Rematch.. here.. now.. because," she arches her back and shifts on her toes, unabashedly grinding her body against Suravi's, "now it's just you.. and me.." The bright green eyes zero in on Suravi's big, expressive brown eyes. She rather prefers them to the cat-eyes, personally. Leaning her head forward, she brushes her lips along her cheek before finally reaching her ear, letting her warm breath lick against the skin. "And this next pin... is gonna last the entire night... that's what I want."

She can't really explain it. She was furious with this chick just an hour-ish ago, horrified at the notion of her callously ignoring her when she was at her lowest. But somewhere between paying her back for that and the sheer level of sensuality behind the in-ring dominance has her craving more. Pin, or be pinned. Body against body. No witnesses, just wrestling for their own sake for the right to be on top tonight.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Suravi's body meshes against Katsumi's, as the two share a long, passionate kiss. She can hear the other woman purring with satisfaction, and it sends a tingle down her spine. It's a few seconds before she realizes that the same noises are escaping from her own mouth. She can't help it; it's been so long since she's done anything like this. It feels like a side of her that's been sleeping for a long time is finally starting to wake up. A wild beast emerging from its den, stretching and yawning. What will happen when it's fully awake? Even Suravi herself isn't sure. All she knows is that she doesn't want to stop.

After a few magical seconds, Katsumi tilts her head away, breaking the kiss. Fortunately, the way she breathes on Suravi's cheek and whispers in her ear feels just as good. She wants a rematch? The Tiger is more than happy to oblige her. Earlier, she was sore and tired, but the way the punkette touches her sends waves of adrenaline surging through her body, energizing her for the challenge ahead. Much like Katsumi though, she's struck by the contrast in her attitude now compared to earlier. How can she be so attracted to the woman who just dominated her in her debut match? Or is Katsumi's dominance what makes her so attractive in the first place? Either way, she's not refusing this opportunity.

"Bring it on," she whispers back eagerly. "Think you can stay on top all night?" She thrusts her hips forward, playfully bumping them against Katsumi's own. "I hope you don't lose your balance." She tosses her head back and smirks. "Hmm...You seem a little unbalanced already..."

[CyanDimitrik]

It was the right answer, as far as Katsumi's concerned. It's also the safe answer. Being in physical competition, wrestling someone, that's the comfort zone. The idea of being casually intimate? That's the uncomfortable prospect. She isn't sure if Suravi can tell that about her, or if she just has a similarly tweaked mind as her. But the sudden buck of the other girl's hips against hers elicits a soft gasp.

That said, whipping her head back while more or less pressed into the wall may have comedic, bonking results.

Either way, Katsumi draws back a couple steps from her. "Bedroom. That's where we'll wrestle our next match." She glances sidelong, then back to Suravi. "..but lose the socks first. S'tacky." Shooting her a wink, Katsumi turns to lead the way into the bedroom in question. Much like the rest of the apartment, it's tidy and neat. Unlike the rest of the apartment, it's decorated in lush, hot pinks and blacks. Particularly the futon itself, sporting a plush blanket in those colors.

Standing beside the bed, she turns around to face Suravi - or wait for her, as the case may be - patiently.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Socks...her socks! In a flash, Suravi remembers what it is that she forgot to take off earlier. Something about being around Katsumi makes it hard to concentrate on things like that. Still, that's no excuse for such an obviously tacky look. She needs to look her best for her...rematch. Her heart flutters musically against the thin fabric of her swimsuit. She hurriedly strips off the socks, balancing first on one foot, then the other. As soon as she's done, she follows Katsumi into the bedroom.

Suravi isn't usually a fan of pink, but she appreciates the way the punkette has balanced the brighter color with shades of black. The decor reminds her of Katsumi herself, in a way - equal parts bubbly and badass, inviting yet intimidating. It's a room full of contrasts. The futon certainly looks comfortable, though. She wouldn't mind lying down on that. As long as she's not lying alone.

She surges forward, snaking her hands around Katsumi's hips, kissing and then biting lightly at the nape of her elegant neck. "You say we're having a rematch," she purrs, in between nibbles. "So why do I feel...like I've already won?" As she speaks, she doesn't know how the punkette will respond: will she kiss Suravi back, or suplex her onto the bed and punish her for her insolence? She'd be equally satisfied with either outcome...

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi was expecting a rush, an onslaught, perhaps even a spear! She was primed for it. A part of her was hoping for it! And when Suravi rushes forward, her stance widens and her arms lift to receive her - only for things to take a noticeable swerve! A Sweravi, if you will! She finds herself caught in the other female's hands, and feels her lips against her skin, immediately causing her lashes to flutter shut.

"Mm'because.. I'unno.. hard to, to think when you're doing that..," she says quietly, her heart starting to race again.

She wraps her arms around Suravi's waist, suddenly pulling her in against herself. And though the angle and arm positions are all disadvantageous, she attempts to pull back and twist to drop sidelong onto the bed with her. The futon is... not big. It is, in fact, a futon. So the two have a distinct lack of space to tumble about on. But her chief concern in this moment is transitioning the two of them onto the bed itself! And though it may not be big, it's certainly soft by abundance, cushioning any landing.