Nervous? (Alix Jacques vs Eve [D])

[DSX93]

"Hello, there!" Alix responded, complete with a...probably silly sounding giggle and a smile that bared the top row of her perfect teeth. She didn't miss the duality that was present in Gabriella's lovely eyes. That fear of what could be, conflicting with the desire for it. Naughtiness that was waiting for somebody to reach in and bring it out.

Her own eyes flicked to Gabriella's lips. Plump. So soft. Magnetic. Like glue, hard to leave when you start in on them. This intimate position had her heart pounding and calling for action already, and it was hard to resist. But the erotic wrestling veteran would manage. Doing so gave her an idea that, if it worked out, would make the sugar so much sweeter.

She'd keep a hand at the back of the masked beauty's neck, gripping it with a measured firmness that would say, "don't go anywhere." Would she anyway? Probably. But the possibility that she wouldn't was there, at a high enough percentage in her mind for her to want to try this out. The difficulties had with moving the leg that was keeping her pinned down told Alix of a few good options she had the counter the movements Gabriella had available, but she'd cross that bridge when they got there.

For now, she got to work. Work that just so happened to let her indulge. A finger running down her bared arm...

"How're ya feeeelin'?" Alix would ask in that playfully curious manner of the original "what'cha doooin'?". Another two would dance -- she'd literally move them as though they were a bodiless pair of legs -- along the bits of tum that her outfit left exposed, jumping to the next spot, dance, jump...

"¿Qué hacíamos en esa ensoñación tuya? Tengo curiosidad." She'd ask, with her voice lowered.

Her fingers would close in on those lovely melons and take one last jump, then float right over them. She knew better than to assume that this would be enough to get her the lead. This was about provoking a reaction.

Translation

"¿Qué hacíamos en esa ensoñación tuya? Tengo curiosidad." -- "What were we doing in that daydream of yours? I'm curious."

[HotWheels]

Wonderful. There went her racing mind again. The initial action kept her occupied, but now that she lay with a porn star mostly wrapped around her and the distant and shadowed but not unseen eyes of the crowd watching and waiting, Gabby again hyper-analyzed how she might... hold up. Keep her composure. Maybe she didn't need to do so. She was a complete stranger to everyone here but Alix whom she was growing increasingly more comfortable with (that was a bit of a terrifying thought), and said non-stranger was the one wanting to wrap her up and the one staring at her like she was a juicy apple in the middle of the desert-

And she was letting go. Mostly. That was somehow more worrying than being snagged by the neck!

Anticipation froze the inexperienced Latina, and she scrutinized Alix's too-gorgeous face so closely that she didn't see the fingers until they contacted her skin. She shivered like she was lying naked in the snow. She stayed tense while they slipped along her body, and it took every ounce of focus she could muster not to sink into the contact the same way she might a warm bath. It had been a few years since she had been with anyone, and none of those guys had anything near this level of skill with a gentle touch.

What... was she daydreaming about? Nothing. Nothing. Trying not to. By the way she was biting her lip, it was obvious she was trying to hold back any and all of those thoughts and reactions and was losing the battle. Only the whooping of a couple of figures in the crowd broke her free from her desires capably enough for her to remember she was still in a match. Her eyes came alight with ideas, and she peered away from the creeping fingers and back at Alix. "Fue esto!", she declared back.

Thankful for her one genuine talent - flexibility - she planted her feet and bridged. It made Alix's leg slip up her body, and before Alix could lock her down with that leg, she pushed her torso and head out and through the cellar door between her new friend's legs to escape.

...That was where the creativity ended, but Gabby grabbed at the leg anyway. It wasn't crafty, it wasn't anything special or inescapable, but it might appeal to the crowd - she looked to pull the leg she grasped at one way, scissor the other one in the opposite direction, and leave Alix stuck in a legspread.

[DSX93]

That doe-eyed focus. The shiver that broke a moment's complete stillness aside from the eyes, just from one finger's touch. Tensing up again when a second joined its migration to her sexy stomach, all displays of the temptation to forsake the competition and just let whatever may happen, happen. To get dirty again for what was probably the first time since they last saw each other.

Either way, Gabby was still super cute, and it was making Alix feel all tingly and fuzzy inside. She could've stayed like that for quite a bit more time. The crowd had quieted down some during their start, but the cuddling was a stirring enough sight to snap her out of that daze. Damn it.

Alix scooted forwards, looking to connect crotch to side while speeding her arms back to their original positions -- trying to anyway -- and pushing down with the leg that had been draped over her. She'd shaken off some of that ring rust, but it was still too late by the time she reacted. With that impressive show of technical ability coupled with flexibility, she slid off like water and was left vulnerable to what came next.

"Ow-hahahow!" The goth let out something that was half a cry and half a laugh, and her face told the same "hurts so good" story. In truth, she wasn't hurting that bad, having only been stretched out just beyond her limit in doing the splits. The suggestive stretching and display of masochism roused more of the crowd, who waited with bated breaths to see how Eve would react.

She reached for Gabby's hands, attempting to slide one of her own underneath in order to give herself an easier time pulling them apart, meeting her eyes with a strained defiance. "¡Tendrás que...hacerlo mejor que...eso para que diga la palabra!"

Translation

"¡Tendrás que hacerlo mejor que eso para que diga la palabra!" -- "You will have to do better than that to get me to say the word!"

[HotWheels]

No, it wasn't anything that had ever won a match - least of all against a porn star that Gabby bet had every bit of the same flexibility as a gymnast. But did it buy her some time and make "Eve" look like she could keep up in the match, even when it came to making the show sexy? She figured it did that job just fine. As it was, Gabby held on for all she was worth and tried to take the stretch to the point that Alix would be debilitated for the moment, but... well, porn star. It must have hurt so badly it was good, and by the time Gabby had settled into place, it was clear she was only giving herself a break to simmer down while she hugged and scissored those thick legs like her life depended on it.

Or... not. Honestly hearing Alix moan-laugh about it could have kept anyone heated. And... and she made the mistake of looking down, between her opponent's legs. That was... that was a sight. Gabby squeezed her eyes closed and focused on holding on while Alix started trying to pry her away. She knew what the woman said was right, but she could milk this for a few more seconds to come up with something more clever. She began searching for that solution, absent-mindedly nuzzling Alix's calf as she did so.

And as she looked back to Alix's split crotch, an idea hit her that both terrified and excited her. Had she just thought of that herself?

Her eyes flitted between Alix's crotch and her face no less than three times before she decided to commit. "¿Es esto mejor?", she asked, before she adjusted the position of her scissoring legs. When she did, she plunged her knee and lower thigh into Alix's crotch and started pushing and grinding in into the split space, hoping that was enough to get a rise out of the much more experienced woman.

Spoiler

"Is this better?"

[DSX93]

That right there. The active combatting of the spiciness that was threatening to break through to the forefront. It was exactly why Alix wasn't doing everything she could to get out of this hold. What would it push Gabby towards, if it kept getting in her face? What would it bring out of her? What would those creative juices inherent to a writer do for her here?

Nobody in this building wanted to know the answers to these questions more than Alix herself. And to that end, she maintained the illusion of struggle. Gabby had control. She could throw it right back at her. How would she?

Oh no. Had the mask slipped? Was she catching on? Was this a bad move? For a moment there, Alix was thinking she was about to be maneuvered into something more painful, maybe with a slap to go with it. Something that would say, "Hey, you need to start taking this more seriously." In which case...fair response.

But that wasn't what happened. What she got instead was..."O-oh! My, oh my!" It was Alix's turn to be looking like she'd just stepped into something that went over her head now. It wasn't how she was pressing into her just right. "Ooh!" Grinding into her at just the right pace to make her come alive.

There wasn't a lot of acting involved here. That there was pain in the mix? Yeah, still pretending. But it really was a lip biter moment. And it really did stop her escape "attempt" in its tracks. For a few seconds before she started listening to her body's call to stay like this for a while. Then she gave a few last ineffectual tugs at prying Gabby's hands apart, just so she could say that she was still trying.

What normally would've been something on par for the course was producing shuddering hums from the sexpert. Within moments, things were getting hot enough for those to melt into moans. Her jaw dropped. Her eyes met and held her opponent's watchful gaze. "Sí. Eso es...mucho mejor."

As freaky and down for it as Alix was, she felt quite certain that there was nothing that Gabriella could do that would ever make her nervous in the context that this match calls for. But this here? This was a moment. The girl went right for the jugular, probably the last thing she expected her to do in these early goings. And it was stirring her up inside. It took everything she had in her not to just try to get her thigh in position to start giving back.

Without sparing the referee so much as a glance, she'd finally say it. "O-okay! Feeling kinda Nervous right now!"

The crowd, having been finely attuned to the rising temperatures in the ring, with whoops and hollers that matched, fell into a stunned silence when the governing official declared, "One point for Eve!"

Spoiler

"Sí. Eso es...mucho mejor." -- "Yes. That's much better."

[HotWheels]

Gabby, with a focused intent that was almost more scientific than sensual, watched her leg slide back and forth against Alix's crotch. Caught somewhere between two feelings - one being that someone else was doing this and she was just watching, the other being a calculation of how she could do it better for more of an effect - she fully immersed herself in the moment, the crowd and even Alix's reaction melting away for her. She certainly could have stopped and fallen into the trap of worrying over anything and everything again and talked herself out of being so bold. But she was doing it. Being bold and brash. Succeeding.

She didn't realize how well she was succeeding at first. Alix continued to fight back against the hold, and though Gabby wanted to milk the exchange for all she was worth and prove to herself that she could be aggressive and sensual, she thought the porn star might pry her free and escape. Maybe... maybe it was better that she let go before that happened. If she unhinged now, she could stay on the offensive, come up with another move to carry the momentum. Her grip on Alix's leg almost
- almost - loosened.

But then she noticed those moans.

She peered up, confused behind her mask, in time to meet Alix's gaze. Was this... working on her? A rub to the crotch? There was no way. However, as much as Gabby believed there was "no way," the sound and the words that fell from Alix's lips renewed her energy. She almost furiously resumed rubbing at the woman's other set of lips through the bottom of her one-piece, hoping that she might have found some weakness she hadn't anticipated.

At first, Alix's declaration confused her. Nervous... about what? The confusion wormed across the visible stretches of her eyes again. Only once she heard the announcement did Gabby gather anything close to a clue, and when her distracted mind pieced it together-

She squealed a squeal of shocked elation. She let Alix go all at once, and excitement carried her ass-over-teakettle as she frantically somersaulted away and ended up on her knees, looking like she was in shock. Like she had won a championship on a lucky roll-up attempt.

She had a point. She hadn't expected to have a point. What did she do with a point?

[DSX93]

And what did Alix do? She laughed. It just couldn't helped. Looking at the girl's face and listening to the crowd's deafening silence, you could've sworn that something big just went down. For the next few seconds, she just sat there with a smile and observed the activity going on behind Gabby's eyes. And then she just had to comment on it. "In fact -- Dr. Sheppard!"

She'd just finished "The Murder of Roger Ackroyd" last night, and boy, was that a doozy. The surprise that Alix experienced when she reached the end was what was written on Gabby now. Small wonder she recommended it.

"Realmente no deberías estar tan sorprendida, Eve. Eres más sexy de lo que piensas."

They weren't supposed to know each other. Alix remembered that. But there was still plenty of plausible deniability to claim here. As the showrunner, it was ultimately her responsibility to ensure that all of the talent featured on it was a good fit, and every wrestler who competed tonight -- along with a few of those who were in the audience -- could vouch for her hands-on approach to the recruiting process. That is to say, she either approached them all or arranged a meeting. Nobody got through without her direct approval.

And "Eve" is hardly the only bookish or otherwise arts-acquainted sort in LAW, or the only one who spoke Spanish.

Alix picked herself up from the mat. "Don't get the wrong idea, though." She began, shooting her a minxy, challenging smirk. "Come and get me", it said. "I'm not about to just let you tie me up." As fun as that would be. "What would sweet Gabby do with her spoils of victory", she wondered.

She waited until she was on her feet, then made her move: Stepping forward with her arms raised in preparation for a collar and elbow tie-up. She'd try to slip around to her back and take control of her waist.

Spoiler

"Realmente no deberías estar tan sorprendida, Eve. Eres más sexy de lo que piensas." -- "You really shouldn't be so surprised, Eve. You're sexier than you think."

[HotWheels]

Gabby heard a lot of what Alix was saying - even the literature line dropped that she would probably mention later - but she remained stunned at even her snippet of success. That thought that plagued all those who spent their lives creating - writers, artists, whatever - crept into her head. Had Alix let her have that one as a confidence booster? It did occur to her, but maybe... maybe her being bold had actually shocked her enough that she hadn't been ready for that sort of contact in that position. Gabby would choose to believe that as the truth given how much she herself felt shocked after the fact.

She had to... get up. Right, there was more match. Stumbling her way back up, she grinned toward a couple of people in the crowd nearby who could see her mouth clearly enough before her eyes again swept the room. They were cheering for her. Not... judging her for going full pervert. It was still hard for her to piece that all together, but she would take the lift - especially with Alix back up and challenging her. And mentioning being tied up. For a second, the cold chill returned. Right... right. This was going to end with someone in bondage, wasn't it?

She gulped, but she did a far better job of hiding her nervous anticipation behind a sharp look and a nod. "We'll see," she told her, before inching into place for the tie-up. They locked, she settled her nervous muscles, and fortunately, the success and heightened activity had her... ready? Thinking a step ahead? Whatever it was, Gabby momentarily looked like the proper technical wrestler she aspired to be. As Alix moved to slip around behind her, she mirrored the motion, showing signs of her dance background as she spun on her heel. She whirled until she was behind Alix, and trying to get a grip on her from behind, she looked to lift the slightly heavier woman just enough that she could flapjack her to the floor between her legs.

[DSX93]

There we go. That's what Alix wanted to see! It was like time was resuming in the audience, who showed the masked "newcomer" some love. She gave Eve some time to enjoy it. Moments like these were very important, potentially make or break for Hentai first-timers. And this here -- this welcoming atmosphere -- was exactly what she was hoping to provide.

"Join us at the Dark Side. We have cookies."

Alix could still see it; this hadn't done away with the nerves. But Gabby was able to get into the match. She was focused. Ready to get those next two points. But just as she'd said, she had no intentions of making it easy for her. But she was fast. And graceful! The dance background came in clutch and made her reversal look easy, no doubt. Smooth. Clean. Flawless.

Like a wrestling angel.

Alix hit the mat with a grunt, put into a position that had very much appealed to the submissive side of her: Face down, in the arms of a beautiful woman who was now in between her legs.

[HotWheels]

In the midst of all the other wild and crazy things happening related to her being in a place and a match like this in the first place (don’t think too hard about it, don’t), Gabby had some practical goals, too, when it came to her ring performance. Stringing together successful moves would be a big step up for her; her biggest obstacle to becoming a capable performer in the ring was not understanding how to use her body as a weapon or how to perform moves. She was disciplined and coordinated enough that she could make any of these maneuvers look nice and work well enough, but she was still so hesitant that keeping and maintaining momentum wasn’t easy for her.

This was a good start - end one match with a point and begin the next one with an advantage. She reminded herself not to think about the next idea too much; the stakes were relatively low here. This was meant to be a good time, so she didn’t need to worry about the consequences of a mistake. Well, she did, but maybe at least she wouldn’t have a broken jaw from a mistake with Alix on the other side of the ring. No, she would be tied-

No, she didn’t want to think. So she acted. Alix was flat of her stomach, and those two sprawled legs looked like good targets. She had been stretching them, to whatever degree of effectiveness, so she should do the same thing again. Whirling her position, she looked to scoop up one leg, secure it under her arm, and plop onto Alix’s back to stretch her out in a single-leg Boston Crab. “You seemed to like this before!”