Dragon and Pheonix Dancing (for cyandimitrik)

[Bare]

Laying into Blaise with a hard chop after pulling his hair back it wouldn't be long before her own head was tilted backwards as well by the hair and Blaie returned fire with a hard chop of his own across her own chest making a thundering sound of impact as he did so. "Ngh!" Izumi cried out in pain from the impact, nearly faltering from the blow before sucking a breath in and pulling back on Blaise's hair again to present his chest out again before lashing out once more to deliver another chop of her own to his chest!

[CyanDimitrik]

SMACK!

The sound of flesh whipping against flesh echoes in the gymnasium, and for a fleeting moment, Blaise wonders if he should've pulled back on that a little. It's a thrill, though, this idea of whaling on a girl who's into him, and her firing back. There's something inescapably rousing about it. Adrenaline mixed with attraction, with a more-than-healthy dose of skin contact... it's a tweaked kind of foreplay. Has to be.

So when she pulls his hair back to present his chest, it's not that he doesn't know what's coming. Of course he does. And when her hand lashes against his pectorals, the smack it rings out in the open space tells tale of the pain it inflicts. But it's like a language they're sharing. "Nngh!"

Eyes a little more wild, Blaise's jaw firmed against the blistering pain, he pulls back on her hair again to present the generous curvature of her chest. His hand lifts - and SWING! Another chop aimed to strike across her bared skin above the swell! But this time, he doesn't stop. He releases her hair and tries to close in that remaining distance with her, arms reaching for her waist to yank her body hard against his in tight compression. Her battered chest against his beaten pectorals, her toned stomach held firmly against his sleek abdominals, his forearms biting down into her lower back to squeeze her into him.

But he squeeze is only kind of the point. The real point is the body contact between them - hungry, driven by a spike in desire, and hips pressed firmly to hers.

[Bare]

Izumi would definitely be feeling the effects of this spar tomorrow, specifically from the intense chop battle that she and Blaise had decided to engage in, laying into each other non stop with chop after chop to the point that both their chests were red. Yet despite that Izumi couldn't keep the grin off her face as she reached around before lashing out again, laying into the man's chest! It was... fun in a somewhat twisted way.

Going at it with someone with no strings or consequences truly attached. Just going at each other for what was essentially the love of the game and to an extent Izumi didn't want it to end, even if it hurt, it thrilled her, and honestly also got her quite excited in a completely other way that she suspected affected Blaise the same way. In any case however it seemed he was looking to take things a step further as he lashed out with another chop in turn!

"Ngh!" Izumi cried out in pain only to continue to groan out as he then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, hauling her into a bear hug! "Agh ugh... quite the... eager beaver... aren't you?" Izumi said even as she felt her ribs being crushed. Not willing to let Blaise get one over on her however Izumi would snap her legs up and around Blaise's torso for a crushing body scissors of her own!

"Unfortunately for you... I might like... being closer even more!" Izumi would say and if uninterrupted look to take things further as she braced one arm in front of Blaise's throat, her other arm going around Blaise's head before then grabbing her own biceps and coiling them together, aiming to squeeze Blaise's head and push her arm deeper into his neck in the process!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise had seized the girl tightly to himself, face to face, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, and perhaps most importantly to him in the moment, hips to hips. The two had teased each other, laid into each other, attempted to pin each other, all with heavy sensual overtones and teasing. There's no getting around the very obvious physical desire at this point, especially when it comes to the hips and that distinct firmness lodged against hers.

"If you were wrestling you? You'd get it," he jokes back to her.

The skin over his chest felt like it was on fire, but that's a problem for Future Blaise. Present Blaise's entire body feels overheated, burning in a different way. But as she kicks her legs up to hook around him, it takes away that addictive contact, pitching her hips higher. Her arms wrap around his head and neck, swallowing heavily against the pressure.

Unable to speak to answer, he staggers a few steps with her. Izumi's body remains clenched tight to his, the feel of her clinging to him was both inviting and painful, needing her to ease up and not wanting her to at the same time. He couldn't see clearly with her, either way.

The bearhug ends with the hard pressure, but his hold on her doesn't. One arm remains wrapped around her waist, the other arm crosses behind her back to hook his hand behind her shoulder, pulling to attempt to adjust her a little lower. All while the air is squeezed from him on two fronts.

In a mad dash, Blaise charges forward. If luck is on his side, he'll ram her back into a turnbuckle and hopefully convince her to loosen up. If luck isn't on his side, he'll find the ropes and just press her back into it for a moment, somewhat uselessly.

[Bare]

Izumi and Blaise were tied up in a rather compromising way that anyone who walked in would immediately assume they were doing something other than fighting which admittedly.. wasn't that far off based on how Blaise's hips pressed and grounded into Izumi's own before she kicked her legs up and thus raised her hips higher to squeeze him in a body scissor. "Oh no I get it Phoenix." Izumi would reply to Blaise in a airy, flirty tone as she squeezed him, unaware of what he was planning as the man stopped squeezing her ribs with his arms only to take them into a wild charge that led to Izumi's back crashing into the corner!

"Ngh!" Izumi cried out in pain as her spine made contact making her wince and cry out in pain, her hold loosening majorly but not quite all the way, her legs still closed loosely around Blaise's waist while her arms also now hung loosely around his neck. "Ow... that really hurt..." Izumi breathed out, leaning her head on Blaise's shoulder, and not so subtly start to grind and thrust her own hips into Blaise's stomach in the wake of the crash againts the corner.

[CyanDimitrik]

Her back collides with the ring post, and the vicegrip loosens on him as intended. Her head comes to rest on his shoulder, and Blaise leans heavily into her; his chest pressed warmly against her breasts, his abdominals tight against her hips. One arm slides down from her waist to hook beneath her leg, the other arm still behind her back to hook her shoulder. His head tilts forward, lips briefly meeting the base of her neck.

"Wasn't meant to be gentle," he muses back to her.

Her hips grind into him, earning a sharp inhale in surprise. The way she's moving, the thrust against him, it feels distinctly less like struggling and more indulgent, more needy. Fingers curl, raking lightly against her thigh.

"And something tells me you're into it..," Blaise murmurs against her neck.

Playing into it, his back arches to deliberately press his midsection tighter between her legs. He shifts, grinding his sleekly-toned abdominals against her squirming hips.

[Bare]

Izumi giggled softly as despite the light amount of pain in her back and being relatively trapped in her current position against the man she had been facing slash flirting with for the past few minutes she was having fun... Maybe a bit too much fun for the current setting. Something that maybe Blaise was also feeling as he reciprocated the grinding she was giving with a bit of his own abdominals going against her hips. "Mhmmmm maybe a bit." Izumi would reply in a flirty tone back to him while closing her arms loosely around his neck and leaning closer towards him. "I think you might as well." She'd add while tossing her hair back a bit and looking at him with a smile. "Maybe.... we call this spar a draw and continue things somewhere a bit more... private?" She'd ask with a wink in a low, husky tone while leaning ever closer till her fore head was resting against his own.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise would never really call himself a player. He's just a guy who's often goofy, a bit too honest, and in love with professional wrestling on a chronic level. But even someone like him can tell when things are connecting - so to speak. And Izumi's suggestion is unavoidably clear to him, heavy with innuendo. There wasn't much mystery to be had between either of them, however. Not at this point. Their spar had turned into rough play, and with the flirting between them, had evolved into barely restrained desire.

Blaise leans heavily into Izumi's chest, his head tilting to brush his lips across the side of her neck before reaching the corner of her jaw. "Let's," he replies.

At last, he begins to lean back out of the corner with her, starting with the midsection pinning her hips. But he doesn't fully disengage before coyly adding, "But match isn't over 'til someone's pinned..."

When he fully withdraws, it's with a wink.

"Got a place in mind?"

[Bare]

Izumi smiled and huffed softly as she felt Blaise lean into her body, giggling softly even as he pulled away from her, all while still making flirtatious offers to her that made her throw her hair back while smiling innocently. "Well I'm sure one of us will be pinned by the end of the night." She said coyly with a blown kiss towards the man before humming as he asked a shoot question.

"Well not really. I live about a twenty minute walk from here so if you're fine with that we can go there but if you live or know a place closer that works for me." Izumi said simply as she untangled her legs from his waist and dropped down to her feet before stepping closer to him so her face was near his own. "Well? What'll it be handsome?" She asked in a flirty tone, both hands behind her back as she did so.

[CyanDimitrik]

The separation happened, giving Izumi a bit of space between them - but she's quick to close it in again. The promise of things to come lingers heavily in the air between them with precious little pretense or obfuscation. This was no longer a matter of if or even when, but where. And the biggest deciding factor on that would be whoever had a closer spot.

In this sense, Izumi wins.

Blaise draws a couple fingers down along her ribs, his gaze flicking down over the girl's physique briefly before finding her eyes again. "Yours," he says. "I'll put on a shirt'n grab my stuff. Then we go?," he asks. "Or would you rather text me the place?"