Marine and Emma Spar!

[Weonna]

The grip only cinched tighter as Alanna struggled, Veronika keeping her firmly trapped against her while a satisfied grin spread across her face.

“Shhh… nyugodj meg, drágám,”

she whispered, her Hungarian accent thick beside Alanna’s ear.

"You have fought enough.”

She held firm through every desperate attempt to escape, recognizing all those familiar movements.

“Go to sleep, Alanna…”

she murmured.

“Just like old times.”

[ScylliasExoter]

Alanna’s struggling grew weaker. Her arms windmill-striking Veronika slowed down. Alanna blacked out and went limp, laying sexily across Veronika’s lap.

[Weonna]

A satisfied chuckle escaped Veronika when Alanna’s struggling finally stopped. She released the guillotine and looked down at her unconscious ex sprawled across her lap.

“Ó, Alanna…”

she murmured with a smug little smile.

“You have certainly improved. But apparently I can still fool you.”

She gently moved Alanna aside and produced a roll of duct tape. Veronika secured her wrists together, followed by her ankles, before placing another strip across her mouth. It was less about hurting Alanna and more about ensuring her ex wouldn’t immediately come storming after her when she woke up.

“Consider this insurance, drágám.”

With some effort, Veronika moved Alanna into one of the stalls and settled her securely on the closed toilet lid, leaning her against the wall so she wouldn’t fall.

“There. You can finish your little nap.”

Standing again, Veronika straightened her clothes and fixed her hair in the mirror. Her expression gradually shifted as she remembered Alanna’s warning.

Stay. Away. From. Emma.

“Emma…”

Veronika’s curiosity had only grown throughout their reunion. This cheerful Golden Girl had apparently accomplished what Veronika never could: inspiring Alanna to stand up to her family and become a better person.

She wanted to see that woman for herself.

And fortunately, she had a pretty good idea where Emma would be.

“The Rising gym.”

Veronika gave unconscious Alanna one final glance.

“Relax. I only want to have a chat with your girlfriend.”

A mischievous smile appeared.

“After all, it would be terribly rude not to introduce myself.”

With that, Veronika slipped from the bathroom and headed for the gym.

It was time to finally meet Emma.

[ScylliasExoter]

***SOME TIME LATER***
Marine and Emma continued to spar. Both women worked up a heck of an appetite grappling with each other, but they also lost track of time. Marine was bound and determined to improve her submissions, and Emma was more than happy to help. She scored several "falls" on Emma while Alanna was getting them lunch. Marine woke Emma up, once again. She was out of breath since she was still getting into ring shape and laying down next to the semi-conscious Emma.

"You know, Emma, you can tap out. Either way, I appreciate the practice. You really should work on your defense against headscissors. Those appear to be your weakness."

[Weonna]

Emma lay sprawled beside Marine, blinking several times as she fought the increasingly tempting urge to simply close her eyes again. Her blonde hair was an absolute mess after their sparring, and a sleepy little pout formed across her face.

“M’awake…”

she mumbled unconvincingly.

Her eyelids immediately drooped.

“…Mostly.”

Emma slowly rolled onto her side to face Marine, rubbing one eye with the back of her hand.

“Okay, okay… you found my weakness,”

she admitted with a tiny giggle.

“Headscissors are totally my kryptonite. Once somebody gets these big ol’ thighs around my head, my brain just goes, ‘Welp! Guess we live here now!’”

She lazily lifted one finger.

“But I’m gonna get better at escaping them! Eventually…”

The finger flopped back down.

For a few seconds Emma simply stared at Marine before opening her arms expectantly.

“Cuddle me?”

There wasn't an ounce of hesitation or embarrassment behind the request. Emma even scooted closer with the hopeful expression of a puppy asking to be picked up.

“C’monnn… you knocked me silly. Least you can do is be my pillow until Alanna gets back with fooood…”

Meanwhile, the doors leading into the Rising gym quietly opened.

A certain Hungarian woman stepped through.

Veronika Váradi paused just beyond the entrance, her eyes calmly surveying the unfamiliar facility. Surprisingly empty. No trainers wandering around. No wrestlers occupying the other rings.

Perfect.

“Hmm…”

She ventured farther inside, footsteps nearly silent as she followed the distant sound of voices.

Veronika hadn't come looking for a fight.

Not yet, anyway.

She wanted to see Emma first. Observe her. Understand exactly what kind of woman had captured Alanna Antoinette's heart.

Then Veronika heard that unmistakably bubbly voice coming from farther inside.

Her lips slowly curled into a smile.

“Ah…”

The wolf had found her Golden Girl.