Heated Clash Between Phoenix and Firecracker - Blaise vs Audrey

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Blaise's response likewise catches Audrey off-guard. While that would, in fact, be her preference (well, in the ring, anyway, not that she'd ever admit otherwise...), the fact that she (and Blaise, for that matter) was joking about it was a refreshing surprise. Never in a million years would she have considered she'd be making banter with a male opponent mid match. Still, it was happening, and there was nothing for it but to smile and laugh.

"I might," she teased, voice still straining under his weight. Despite the far more lighthearted atmosphere (to the frustration of much of the crowd, though they seemed to sense they weren't going to get their usual show by this point), Audrey was still in a pickle.

Blaise moves, and before Audrey could do more than take a deep breath and roll to the side, she's stopped in her tracks by Blaise catching her wrist, turning her back towards him and grabbing her other one in one fluid motion. She's hauled right up to her feet with little effort, and for the briefest of moments, Audrey wonders if he had just helped her out of kindness.

But the moment passes when, after she finds her balance, he doesn't let her wrists go, and Audrey realizes she's caught again. He leans in, releasing that grip to wrap his arms around her body instead, pressing them both close together and lifting the redhead off her feet. He's looking into her eyes, wide not with fear this time but pure surprise, as her bright green orbs blink back at him, her palms coming to rest against his upper arms.

The pressure he applies isn't crushing, yet. But it is enough to start her wiggling, while there's still maybe room to finesse an escape if she's careful about it. She blushes lightly as it causes her body to rub up against him (her top mercifully doing its job once again), her feet kicking helplessly in the air. But Blaise notices and the pressure tightens, still not beyond 'uncomfortable' level, but enough to let her know he's not intending on allowing her to slip away. Her blush begins to deepen, however, as her body is now noticeably arched into his.

Blaise grins at her, still that playful, teasing shade. She gasps when his flex does in fact push the hug into "painful" territory, but through her grimace, still the corner of her mouth turns upwards for him. "Why yes, but... they don't normally last for more than ten seconds," her voice is a bit more pained and strained than before with more heaving gasps for breath in between the words, but somehow she manages to keep the light undertones to let him know she's still in good spirits - mentally speaking, anyway. "Any chance you'd consider following that guideline?"

[CyanDimitrik]

Despite previous actions and the derogatory insults the audience has thrown at him, Blaise is not remotely impervious to Audrey's looks. This is doubly so for the sensation of her body pressed into his. Triple that score when she squirms and struggles, causing her form to rub up against him in all manner of exciting ways. Skin to skin, her curves against his hard contours, not nearly enough material between them to mask the steady, heavy thump of hearts beating against one another.

Of course that flush in her cheeks is noticed. And with how much the tone has changed between them and within the match itself, Blaise isn't even thinking about her vulnerable state before. It's so much less interesting than her vulnerable state now. One she's not humiliated to be in. One she's bantering in.

"What? Oh, baby, don't worry. I can last way longer than ten seconds," he teases back, deliberately misinterpreting what she said. It might be in bad taste to make jokes like that, given what happened, but it's impulsive. She's giving him signs that she's humored. He isn't thinking twice about it.

No, most of his concentration is on the slow boil of their embrace. The arms tighten degrees further around her waist, leaving no space between her smooth, toned belly and his sleek abdominals. Every breath causes his chest to swell against the inviting curvature of her breasts, a natural friction. And equally natural, her hips will likely find position against his - and with it, an obvious growing firmness beneath his trunks.

His back arches, suddenly drawing her weight more against himself and adding tighter pressing to her midsection - along with bracing her hips more squarely against his. The arms clamp harder, trying to wrench a cry from the girl.

It isn't a submission he's looking for from her. But he definitely wants her weakened, pliable. If he can get her swooning and limp, all the better. But his bright blue eyes remain transfixed on her big beautiful greens all the while, smiling that smile even through the strain of crushing her body.