Aftershock (For CyanDimitrik)

[Letta]

At Bandita’s declaration that she liked being on top, Laxia let out a soft, amused laugh. She loved this side of her... bold, playful, just a little cheeky. When she had first looked across the ring at Bandita, Laxia had only seen an opponent, someone standing between her and the first victory of her career. It seemed almost ridiculous now. She never could have imagined things ending like this. Her debut would probably always matter to her, but not for the reasons she had expected. She would remember it as the night she met her.

And somehow, the fact that Bandita had been the one to share that first match with her felt strangely precious now, something Laxia found herself genuinely grateful for. She tightened her arms around Bandita, savoring the warm press of the girl’s cheek against the side of her neck, almost instinctively nestling closer into the embrace.

“I... have so many things I wanna know about you...” she murmured, her voice softer now. “Do you like tea...?” She went quiet for half a second, as though seriously considering the question, before her exhausted body apparently overruled her brain. “...Actually, forget tea. I can’t feel my legs.” A weak little laugh escaped her. “I need food. Carbs. Lots of carbs.”

At Bandita’s small, affectionate nip against her neck, Laxia gave a faint shiver. Her head tilted farther toward her almost without thinking, exposing just a little more of her neck to Bandita as though quietly inviting her to continue. Then came that question. Laxia blinked. For a moment, she looked almost incredulous that Bandita even felt the need to ask. But there was nothing sharp about it. The surprise in her face quickly softened into something warm and unmistakably fond. “Of course you should come watch me.” Her smile widened, carrying just a trace of competitive pride now. “I’ll show you something impressive...” She paused, eyes narrowing with a playful confidence that felt much more like the Laxia Bandita had first met in the ring. “Everything I didn’t get to show you in our match today.” Then the corner of her mouth curled upward. “So make sure you’re watching.”

[CyanDimitrik]

So many things she wants to know about her.

That alone fills Bandita with a new, affectionate warmth. It inspires her to snuggle herself more against her, eyes happily shutting. Someone is taking an interest in her, specifically her. Not as a wrestling fan getting thrills watching a superstar luchadora, but as a person who wants to get to know her. Personally. Like she matters beyond the ring. Beyond being an entertainer.

She suddenly realizes the conundrum, eyes shooting open. She's a luchadora. The mask. Her name...! How is this going to work? Will she just.. casually go out on the town with her while wearing a mask? Is that going to be okay in Japan? They won't think she's up to something nefarious, will they? Does she have enough of a social presence yet to be recognizable on the street..?

The question draws her focus to the present again. "Oh, ah- I don't know, I've never really tried it..," she admits. Refined with sophisticated tastes, Bandita is assuredly not. But the mention of carbs gets a quick titter of a laugh, and the girl buries her face into the side of Laxia's neck anew.

"Don't do too much...," she murmurs against her skin. "...I'm already impressed with you. If even more people fall for you..." Her head finally lifts to look down into Laxia's eyes. "...I don't wanna have to compete for you."

A perky little smile follows.

"We can, um.. shower.. but I don't have other clothes. So maybe I'll just steal a towel, sneak back to my room, and we can, ah, meet up later..?"