Beatrice Harper [D] vs Black Severin - Still Waters

[Liesmith]

On Tris’ part, she was having a blast. Suffice to say, there were far worse people to be pressed body against body with than Black Severin.

But, however much she was enjoying their enforced proximity, Tris wasn’t blind to what her opponent was getting up to. She could feel him moving, could guess why he wanted his feet flat.

The problem she had was more what she did about it. If she’d got all her weight on his hips, it’d be different, she could just ride him down. But she didn’t, and letting go of the choke wasn’t exactly going to improve things for Tris here.

And she didn’t have time to think about it, because he was thrusting (focus, girl) and she had to pick her poison right now.

Tris chose. Kept the choke locked down and went with it, staying close and rolling along with Severin.

In an ideal world, she’d roll them right through until she was back on top. But, at the least, Tris meant to avoid ending up under Severin – as much fun as that could be some other time. If she could keep the choke and keep him from any sort of vertical base…

This could still work.