Aftershock (For CyanDimitrik)

[Letta]

Laxia could feel Bandita’s warmth against her chest, enjoying the soft tickle of those lips against her breast as she listened. “I don’t think it’s strange... I know how much a mask can mean to a luchadora.” Laxia wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with lucha libre culture. She understood that seeing the woman beneath that mask wasn’t nearly as simple as merely asking to see her face, and there was nothing but respect in her voice as she accepted Bandita’s choice. “I like the person in front of me. And whether you’re wearing the mask or not... I don’t think that’s going to change.”

Then came Bandita's sly little smile and the almost threatening declaration that followed it. Something fluttered pleasantly in Laxia’s stomach, an excited little smile spreading across her face. She adored that shameless confidence, and perhaps even more embarrassingly, the way chica sounded when Bandita said it to her. A playful challenge gleamed in her blue eyes. “Careful, Bandita... catching me is one thing. Keeping me is another." She couldn’t help the teasing curve of her lips. There was something about Bandita’s boldness that made Laxia want to push back just enough to see what she would do with the challenge.

“Mmm...” Laxia’s eyes slipped shut as she savored Bandita’s lips against her own, soft and warm, that gentle nibble at her lower lip drawing a faint smile into the kiss. When they parted just enough to speak, Laxia let out a small sigh. “You’re right, though... what exactly are you planning to do about that?” Her brows lifted. “And what am I supposed to do...? Ugh... I don’t know anymore.” She rolled her eyes upward as though the thought alone had already given her a headache, but the gesture didn’t last. Her gaze inevitably fell back to the woman hovering so close above her, and whatever exasperation had been there quietly disappeared. Laxia found herself staring into Bandita’s eyes again. Those deep hazel-green eyes seemed almost emerald in the light, like sunlight caught beneath the surface of a still lake. And for a few quiet seconds, Laxia simply let herself sink into them.

“Still... like I said before, I don’t regret any of it.” The admission left her with a small, contented smile. Then her eyes drifted closed once more, and Laxia surrendered herself to the quiet warmth waiting at Bandita’s lips, lingering there as though she could make the moment last simply by refusing to let its sweetness fade.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Aayy..," sighs a softly, distantly vexed Bandita as she lets her eyes shut again to indulge in another soft kiss. The affection is coming easier now, more natural. No second-guessing. The looks she's gotten from Laxia, feeling the way her body responds to her, the sounds she's made, the words she's spoken, it's all worked together to weave a very cozy, warm quilt of security in this bizarre new turn in her life. It's taken something completely alien and made it feel comfortable. Confident.

This time when the kiss breaks, Bandita begins to slowly peel her body off of Laxia's. The process is gradual, reluctant, raising her chest first in an arch backwards, feeling her breasts relax a little more as the compression eases. She braces herself more on her knees, and her hands set to Laxia's shoulders as her body rolls back bit by bit, bared, sweat-glistened abdomens gradually drawing apart. Finally, she lifts her hips from Laxia's and stiffly steps a boot onto the floor.

Then the other boot.

Then a downwards glance, her cheeks rouging intensely. "I- I am gonna need to borrow some clothes," she murmurs. "And your shower. No peeking, I have to take 'de mask off for it. Okay?"

The green gaze steals a peek of their own back to Laxia's face, and a smile touches her lips again. That beautiful girl lying on the couch is hers, isn't she? The thought easily pulls the brightness of that smile through the sheepishness of embarrassment.

"And- Laxia. Mi princesa. I wanna know more about you, too. Everything. I'm looking forward to our date."

[Letta]

Their lips finally parted, and Bandita slowly began to rise from her. As their chests and stomachs gradually drew apart, the cool locker-room air slipped eagerly into every space their bodies had kept sealed from it, chasing away the lingering heat between them. Laxia noticed the deep color in Bandita’s cheeks. Unfortunately, hers were probably no better.

“W-well then~! You see that locker over there? Everything’s inside.”

Her tone was awkwardly casual, almost suspiciously so, as though acting perfectly normal might somehow erase everything that had just happened. She pointed toward her locker, where a few comfortable clothes were folded away. Then her expression shifted. “Although... surely you aren’t planning to leave me looking like this while you go enjoy a shower all by yourself...? One hand carefully caught the waistband of her troublesome bottoms, while the other rose to her lips, teeth worrying lightly at the tip of her index finger as she gave Bandita a remarkably troubled look. “What if we just... turned all the lights off and showered together in complete darkness?” A beat. “I happen to love showering in pitch black, you know...” The claim came with such suspicious confidence that even Laxia herself seemed only half-convinced by it. She turned her gaze aside and released an exaggerated, disappointed sigh.

“And my body hurts sooo much after that match...”

Laxia gingerly rubbed at one sore spot, then another, before looking back at Bandita with the most pitifully pleading blue eyes she could manage.

“I might even need someone to help me reach a few places...”

She held the performance for another moment. Then the corner of her mouth twitched. “I’m kidding...!” Her expression broke into a tired, playful smile. Still, the way her eyes lingered on Bandita for just a second too long suggested the joke hadn’t been entirely without temptation. “Go on, hurry and shower. At this rate, I’m going to fall asleep right here before you even get to take me on that date.”

[CyanDimitrik]

Instant worry crosses Bandita's expression. Her eyes widen and round, her lips thinning into a small line, her hands fidgeting together with interlocking fingers. Together? Shower? Naked? But that's like... naked! She'd be fully exposed to her! And naked!

The thought is somewhat absurd, granted. The two had basically made love already, and even in a markedly kinky way that touched on a burgeoning fetish likely for both of them. But being completely bare to her spikes the nerves in a surprising way, a fearful way. Just kissing a girl was a scandal. She'd done so much more already! But once they're naked, there are no other barriers!

The pitiful look Laxia gives her is matched. Bandita's voice catches in her throat, fumbling, scrambling to try to figure out how to respond, what to do!

And then Laxia relents and declares she's kidding. Bandita's entire frame relaxes, far more noticeably than she'd intended. She releases a breath, smiles again, and turns aside to collect herself. Whew! "Ah! Y-yes, of course, ahah, it- um, yes. Joke," she fumbles. Her hands quickly run through her hair, pawing the bangs out of her eyes.

Dutifully, the bandit marches to the indicated locker and pops it open. She isn't paying attention to what she grabs - just a top and bottoms! She can wear her boots back to her room! With the locker shutting again, she turns to Laxia with a composed, but playfully smug smile. "I guess is 'de only right thing to do. Since I took 'de win tonight, I have to take you out."

She pauses, glancing aside. "Though.. I don't really know 'de area." Or have money. Everything has gone to support her family. What is she getting herself into? "I'll figure something out!"

She starts to dash away for the shower, only to pause by the couch again, Spinning, she leans down to plant a quick kiss upon Laxia's forehead, upside-down by that angle. "No regrets," she says, searching out Laxia's gaze. "I plan on keeping you."

[Letta]

Bandita’s flustered reaction to what had been a joke, albeit one carrying just enough of Laxia’s genuine interest beneath it was far too entertaining to let go immediately. So Laxia kept the performance going, pitiful eyes and all, indulging herself perhaps a little more than she ought to before finally taking mercy on the poor luchadora and admitting she was kidding. The effect was immediate. Bandita visibly deflated with relief, hurried to Laxia’s locker, snatched up whatever clothes she could find, then somehow managed to erase most of that nervousness before turning around with a smug little declaration about how, having taken the victory tonight, she would naturally have to take Laxia out as well.

Then came the admission that she didn’t actually know the area. Laxia couldn’t help but snicker. “Ahaha... that’s fine. My secreta- ahem!” She caught herself and straightened slightly. “I mean... I’ve already done some research on the area.” Quite a lot of research, in fact. Restaurants, cafes, shopping districts, quieter places away from crowds, Laxia already had the surrounding area neatly sorted into categories in her head. Finding somewhere for their date would hardly be a problem. Then Bandita doubled back. A soft kiss touched Laxia’s forehead. The words left another pleasant flutter behind in her chest. Laxia watched her for a moment, blue eyes gleaming with renewed mischief.

“Ooh... then you’d better hold on tight. I’m rather good at slipping away, you know~” And with that final challenge delivered, she listened as Bandita’s footsteps retreated toward the showers. The locker room gradually grew quiet again. Laxia let her eyes fall closed. After everything that had swept through her tonight.. the match, the loss, the kiss, the confession, and every bewildering feeling in between, her body finally seemed to remember just how exhausted it was. The last of the tension slipped from her limbs as she sank deeper into the couch, Bandita’s lingering warmth still ghosting across her skin and the faint imprint of that forehead kiss seeming to remain long after its source had disappeared down the hall. Her thoughts tried to follow. They didn’t get very far. One by one, they softened at the edges, losing their shape like ripples fading across still water, until even the distant sound of the showers became something warm and indistinct. And before Laxia quite realized she had surrendered to it, sleep quietly stole her away.

-End-