Biggest Fan (For Avalyn)

[CyanDimitrik]

There are so many things Katsumi wants to interject, deflect, or even just answer! But it's all going so fast! The slightly shorter girl is suddenly taking Katsumi's chin to end her glancing around, her head being tilted upwards. She stares at the ceiling, dumbfounded as she feels Stacy press in closer - the soft compress of the other girl's breasts against hers an increasingly familiar sensation after spending so much time squeezing her and pinning her down. She's not a particularly busty girl, that Stacy. Not too small either. Just right. Just natural. Enough to fit their bodies together seamlessly, comfortably, she considers.

The feel of Stacy's delicate face pressing into her neck, the wetness of those tears, hits her like a splash to the face. Tears are awkward for her! She's only good with tears when she's hurting someone! The rest of the time, they're-- she doesn't know what to do with them! About them! But Stacy isn't even sad! They're happy tears! What even can she do about that!?

At last, she feels Stacy's face leave her neck, and she quickly looks back down at her. The question is presented, and she opens her mouth to answer - only she's kissed! Suddenly! Stacy's lips against hers, affectionate. The thought of what it would feel like to kiss Stacy Celestial did cross her mind before, amidst the rough treatment she was giving her; especially when she realized Stacy was growing enamored with her. And now, here it is, feeling her soft lips against hers. Katsumi draws her hand away from Stacy's in favor of setting her palms along the natural curvature of her waist, gaze half-lidding for the few seconds the kiss lingers.

When it breaks, the Punk Princess exhales a sigh.

"First question... because I didn't wanna hurt ya. And because you were getting... sweet on me. I wanted you to enjoy the whole ride..."

She takes a moment to inhale, exhale, and draw in another breath, settling her gaze on Stacy's eyes.

"Second question. Because I wanted to make sure you're okay. And because I like ya. Thought I might... mess with ya a little. See what's up. I've never, ever had an opponent like you before. And I might'a hoped I might... prolong our entanglement a bit." A jet-black eyebrow perks slightly, suggestively.

"How many times does a girl have to dominate you to keep you this loyal, hm?"

[Avalyn117]

Poor Katsumi was in a state of bewilderment, but Stacy knew she couldn't let the moment go. Naturally, she wouldn't expect her feelings to be met as sincere, given they had just met... two hours ago, yet, she knew they were. Stacy had always had a sense for these things, and it wasn't as if a quick, half hearted moment of lust or excitement could cloud that.

Rather out of want or complete disbelief, Katsumi didn't pull away, and Stacy felt the princess's soft lips that she had thought about all night. Her warm breath meeting Katsumi's, she leaned forward as the most lovely girl in the world rested her hands on Stacy's hips. Stacy again felt red at Katsumi's admission of prolonging their bout, even if it HAD been entirely obvious. Silly Katsumi.

Stacy sighed softly, pausing for a moment as she leaned forward to hold Katsumi's face in her hands, her body nuzzled in the princess's grip. She tried not to laugh, smiling warmly. "Katsumi this... isn't a competition. There isn't a number of times, there isn't a challenger... there's no challenger for me... and I... don't want to have to see one for you." Stacy admitted with a pang of clear jealousy. Stacy leaned forward for a quick kiss on Katsumi's cheek, almost feeling as though she were greedy. "Whoever you face... whoever I face... whoever WE face... I want it to be together. You don't... stop being you and you don't compete for me." Stacy whispered warmly.

"I want it to be us... there isn't a quota for you to meet or accomplish." Stacy reassured once more, letting her body fall forward against Katsumi and just enjoy the feel of her hands.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's face is very slightly smushed between Stacy's hands, and a pair of green eyes blink innocently. She just can't find her footing in this situation! She was trying to be seductive! Dominant! Playful, even! But it was taken a different way, leaving Katsumi to try to figure out on the fly how to course correct. If she can get this back into her personal arena of teasing, coy levels, she can recover!

"What I meant is," Katsumi begins, a smirk finally finding her lips after the kiss on the cheek, "I liked the way you were completely... utterly... mine in the ring." Her hands pull inwards, pressing Stacy stomach-first against herself. "And what seemed to do it.. was physically dominating you. Which..."

Her head tilts, angling a little lower coyly.

"...I'm into. And maybe I wanted to do a little more of in here. Away from everyone else. Away from the audience. But there's something about..." She pauses, rocking on the balls of her feet to deliberately brush the front of her body along Stacy's; an unsubtle friction starting at the hips and sliding up, abdominals brushing abdominals, breasts rubbing breasts, "...dominating you in front of an audience that's kinda sexy, too."

"I came back here to make sure you weren't hurt too bad, sure... but to also spend a little more time.. one on one.. with my biggest fan. What is it you liked most about wrestling with me, hrm? What made you... so devoted to me?"

[Avalyn117]

Stacy listened intently as Katsumi slowly started to explain herself. The punk princess finally seemed able to correct herself, her usual confidence starting to return as she smirked, pressing Stacy against her as Stacy's eyes widened, enjoying the closeness of the moment.

"Don't want to share hmm? It WAS fun in front of the crowd... but I don't want to have to share our moment with the audience every time either." Stacy continued, taking her pointer finger and softly tapping Katsumi on the nose as she bit her lip. "Out there, back here... being around you just feels... different. This wasn't the first match I've ever lost, but with you it's... different." Stacy insisted to Katsumi who seemed to struggle to think of their connection outside competition.

"Biggest fan... I'll take it." The rookie whispered, enjoying the moment in Katsumi's grasp as she leaned against the slightly taller girl softly. "Sure watching you dominate was part of it... but it's... the way you make me feel. You're so intense, so so passionate and successful in everything you do. Always the tough girl against everyone else and yet you've never truly hurt anyone past the usual match." Stacy said, emphasizing her point by flexing her aching arm. "There's more to you... I want to get to see it, I suppose I'm greedy." The rookie said in earnest, her eyes glistening with the feelings she so openly and helplessly had for the punk princess.

[CyanDimitrik]

The point of Katsumi's nose is tapped, and the girl crosses her eyes briefly to look at the finger.

"So it really is just me, huh...?," she asks finally, her voice softening a bit. "Ya gotta understand something. People don't talk to me like this. Or- even about me like this. I'm the one they usually hate, or wanna hit when I see'em backstage. You..."

Katsumi pauses to her left hand, helpfully reaching for Stacy's wrists to guide her arms around her neck. If Stacy goes along with it, the two will wind up in a snug, warm embrace, with Katsumi's arms entwining the other girl's waist fully.

"...You were enjoying it. No matter what I did to ya, you were in for it. And t'be honest, I love that. It's like a pure love of the sport, living in the moment, taking it for what it is. I figured I might be the only one still in that headspace, but..." As she trails, her bare shoulders lift in a small shrug. "And at some point, I noticed you were into me."

Her head tilts forward, angling to lightly nudge her forehead to Stacy's. Her vivid green gaze remains steady on those blues.

"I like the idea of wrestling with someone who just loves wrestling. Wrestling with someone who gets... excited... over me putting'em through stuff. It's fun. Exciting. Sexy." The last word is low in register, nearing a purr.

"So I wanted you to have as much as you could take. Without hurting ya past the match. That's always been a thing I've been a stickler about." Her head lifts again, eyes rolling, "Yeah, yeah, punk, shouldn't care about anything, I know, but- I love wrestling. I wouldn't wanna be the reason anyone stops. Especially someone fallin' for me while I'm working their," her arms tighten a little around her waist, just to emphasize, "tight, toned body over."

[Avalyn117]

Stacy listened to Katsumi's admittance, describing the reaction the punk princess is used to. Part of her wants to laugh, finding the humor in the crazy way Katsumi lives her life, and part of her felt a pang of sadness. Stacy couldn't resist tapping her nose one more time. "They just don't get you." The rookie smiled. "I do... I want to... you don't have to change."

Stacy almost jumps into Katsumi's arms, throwing her arms around her neck as she stared into those beautiful, green eyes, her body held snugly in place in what seemed the most comfortable position she could ever be in. "I couldn't just disappoint you... I've learned to tolerate pain, and the way it felt to be out there with you... like a longing I never knew I had." Stacy whispered, her warm breath softly touching Katsumi's skin.

Stacy bit her lip with a slight blush as the word sexy rolled off the teasing princess's tongue. Classic Katsumi. "that's part of what makes you amazing. You're so... punk rock. Such a fierce competitor, obsessed with your form in the ring, in your workouts, and yet you get it... you're so dedicated to yourself, the sport... there's so much more there than just a rebel pissing off her parents!" Stacy laughed in admiration.

"I love wrestling too, and I want to be there to celebrate or to pick you up or... anything I can do to see that beautiful side of you." Stacy sighed, her arms wrapping tighter around Katsumi as her waist is held with more force. Tears again began to glisten in the rookie's eyes. I was supposed to see that and... not fall for you? Then you give me your gloves? You never play fair!" Stacy smiled softly, focused entirely on the feel of Katsumi's hands, and the beauty of her green eyes.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Yeah. Hahah. Pissing off parents," repeats Katsumi, glancing aside, something sardonic in her tone.

It's quickly dropped as her focus returns to Stacy. "That's the thing about wrestling...," she says. "It's supposed to be rough. Physical." The arms cinch up a little, pulling the girl's body harder to herself. Just a light constricting at the waist, pressing the girl's flat belly against her own toned midsection. "It's meant to hurt. It's a good hurt. It means two gladiators are in the ring, fighting for dominance, beating it out of the other girl at the expense of her body. There's nothing more... raw... more... primal."

A devilish grin edges the punkette's lips.

"Being larger than life, someone's hero, someone's hated villain, hearing the crowd react to you just for existing, commanding that attention, that affection, that hate... on top of fighting to conquer another girl in the ring... there's gotta be something wrong with you to wanna do what we do. But for a monster like me? There's nothing better in this life."

Then a soft snicker breaks the expression, and her arms loosen a tiny bit around Stacy's waist, easing on the pressure without letting her go. "I had to! You were bein' so cute! Ugh. I didn't know you were gonna totally fall for me! But, hey." She angles her head again, lightly nudging her brow to Stacy's. "You look like you're gonna cry again. Come on, that makes me think I did something to you! You didn't cry in the ring!"

[Avalyn117]

Stacy quickly felt nervous, as though she accidently touched a nerve she shouldn't have, but that feeling was almost instantly dismissed as Katsumi returned her focus to Stacy. Stacy started to feel hot as her body was pressed up tightly against Katsumi's toned midsection that she so admired.

"It's primal and honest... we don't hide what we truly mean... at least not from our body language." She agreed. Stacy always liked the thought of villains and heroes, always daydreamed of being the shining star heroine... yet she leaned against and was tightly held in a loving embrace by a gal many member of the LAW roster openly call a villain. Now THAT was hot.

Stacy couldn't hold back her laugh as Katsumi called herself a monster. "Maybe to those who just don't get you... Villainess Katsumi the Ever Cocky Punk Princess... trademark Stacy Celestial sounds sooo much better!" The rookie teased. It was as though her nerves melted away, held so tightly by Katsumi, as if nothing could ever possibly go wrong in that moment.

"you've been wrestling and interacting with countless gals for YEARS... and you still don't understand their tears? Shame on you Miss Punk Rock!" Stacy laughed again, making mental notes of the growing list of nicknames as though she were a manager as Katsumi's grip lessened. Stacy took the chance to softly rest her head just above Katsumi's neck. "I didn't plan to fall for you or create some charade... it just... happened... how could I not."

[CyanDimitrik]

"Wuh- buh- I just--," sputters Katsumi. "I've wrestled with girls for years! And I am a girl! But-- they only cry when I do something to'em! I- I don't- I mean- ah!"

Her head flops back, staring up at the ceiling in defeat. It lasts about three seconds before swinging forward again to try to get an angle on her face. "It throws me, okay? So- take it easy on me!" Her bottom lip pokes out in an absolute pout.

It doesn't last long, however, as the topic shifts. "That's a thing people always get mixed up about me, I dunno why. They think I'm 'punk rock'. I never said I was! I'm punk. Punk rock is a kind of music genre. Punk is anti-genre. It's... doing what the Hell you wanna do, when the Hell you wanna do it, and not just accepting it when someone tells you to behave."

She crinkles her button nose.

"I am a musician, though. Just- don't get it twisted! I'm the Punk Princess. Not a Punk Rock Princess. But what about you?," she suddenly counters. "What's your deal? First off, your gear is.. like.. really pretty. Just being honest!"

She leans back to look her over, gaze falling first to the top accentuating the curvature of Stacy's breasts. The sparkly, fetching blue and silvery sparkles, the star motif, it's a lot to take in visually, but in the right way. "And what's your style, anyway? I kind'a beat ya up too much to let ya get momentum, huh? Didn't even get a chance to try to pin me."

The more she talks, the more energetic and free Katsumi seems to become. Less concerned with coming across as cool or aloof, as domineering or overpowering; more the natural, generally carefree Type A personality that is Oshiro-san. But suddenly, Katsumi gasps.

"I absolutely wanna feel what it's like for you to pin me. Are you a leghook chick? Matchbook pin? Crossbody? Face to face? C'mon, what way would'ja pin me if you had the chance, hrm~?" The final question is delivered with a teasingly playful lilt, her gaze hooding at her.

[Avalyn117]

For the first time, Stacy gives Katsumi a smirk of her own and she stutters. "Note to self... get the punk princess to stutter and then go for the pin!" She teases, dreaming up the humorous image as she enjoyed the cute, pouty face of her villainess.

Stacy pondered Katsumi's words. "I guess I didn't know the difference, not so musically talented." She winks. "My ring gear symbolizes needing to stand out, to give people a reason to be excited that I'm in the ring, be it my opponent or the crowd. Every match is important to me, and even in defeat, I want everyone to see me and know why I'm there. Like tonight, in the ring... when I finally staggered down the ramp, they cheered. They cheered my defeat... and I had... more than just fun." Stacy winked again.

"Stars match my energy. I might have gotten bullied tonight but that doesn't change anything. Took you forever to put me away... even if the ref waaaaas a little biased." Stacy laughed. "Careful what you wish for, punk princess, you just might live it some day! In the independent scene, I'm known for a leg hook pin while I point to the stars, the fans love it! For you though, I might just have to work on the face to face and return the favor. You had me losing my mind" Stacy blushed brightly.

Stacy withdrew her arms from Katsumi's neck, pointing her finger up dramatically. "Next time I point to the stars... it's for you."