Catherine Celestial vs Katsumi Oshiro - No Disqualification

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi watches her, studying her gaze, searching. Hoping to see understanding. But in the end, she still isn't sure she explained it right. Katsumi's shoulders slouch slightly, and she decides to not push it further. Instead, Catherine may find herself in a familiar predicament she's suffered a couple times in the ring!

That is, specifically, Katsumi attempting to wrap her arms around the other woman's waist to pull her in against herself. Except this time, the pressure isn't too tight. It isn't a crushing bearhug. And thankfully, there won't be a belly-to-belly suplex to follow. Just... a regular belly-to-belly embrace. Otherwise known as a hug. Now that they're hidden away from the public eye, she doesn't have to try to hide her glee with what's happened. She can really express it in her favorite way: physically.

"Yeah, yeah," she chides, an air of impish impetuousness in her voice. "I'll just have to pin you again if we wrestle. S'okay. You're kind'a hot. I won't complain about it."

[Blade ocs]

Catherine sighs. "I'm messing with you. Yes, I actually get it." She gives her a light noogie. She can't believe her atm, but she is. Hugging her.

"Well, since you're hugging, you might as well go all in. Show me how you really feel."

She feels like Katsumi needs some loving, so might as well tell her to go all in. What's going to happen? Who knows, but that can be fun.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Uwaah~!," complains Katsumi, releasing the hug to try to shelter her head from noogies. Her poor hair!

Then what Catherine says rocks Katsumi right out of fussing with her hair. The bright green eyes snap onto her, widened; total deer-in-headlights moment. "W-what?," she asks. "Go all in..? You mean like.. uh.. wha?"

Usually when Katsumi is prompted, she's quick to react. Quick to take up a challenge, quick to jump on it. But the phrasing has her second-guessing what she might mean. And immediately, she's telling herself that she often misunderstands things. Stupid smooth-brain moments, she tells herself. A social disaster. That's what she is.

[Blade ocs]

"Oh, I wanted to see how buggy and such you've gotten. Go ahead, give me a big hug or whatever you want. This is a new experience to me," Catherine said.

Maybe she went too far. Oh well. Looks like she ruined whatever Kitsumi was in the mood to do. That's fine.

Eh, your hair is properly messy anyway. Don't worry about it too much." She stated

[CyanDimitrik]

"Oh." Katsumi blinks at her once. Twice. Then erupts into helpless laughter. The comment on her hair is forgotten as quickly as it was made, her focus fully on the quirky little after-match engagement she's having with her opponent. There's a tinge of nervousness to it, uncertainty in what she should do, but that sort of thing never gave Katsumi much pause.

True to form,the punkette closes in again to slide her arms around her waist. Once settled this time, she gives a firm pull to cinch Catherine's body against hers, hips meeting hips, abs to abs, breasts pressed tight to breasts. "What?," she asks with a playfully coy voice. "Would it be better if I started crushin' ya again? Make it a little rough~?"

As she says the word, her arms flex slightly around her waist to unabashedly press Catherine's body harder into herself, but just for a moment before easing back again a tiny bit.