Hitting It Off

[Bare]

Alizeh knew that to anyone on the outside looking she was doing things a bit fast, and they wouldn’t neccessarily be wrong. But this was how she always felt after a match. Especially a hard fought one, the adrenaline lingered in her system and the turn from action to downtime usually caused her libido to overtime. It was why she sometimes kissed opponets when a match was done, or met them backstage for some... private fun.

So in this case, the fact that Blaise apparently seemed to be just as forward as her, or just as willing to go witb the flow at least. Either way he got lucked out since right now, after the match she had she was exteemely turned on. And it showed via her aggressive tussling and tightening grip in his hair, as well as her legs shifting positions to tighten around Blaise’s waist.

The coup de grat however was his aggrssive push into her mouth. Smiling into the kiss Alizeh eagerly met his tongue with her own. Pushing against his and swirling around it in violent rotations, battling him for dominance in the intense make out session as she grinded her hips against his own, pressing and shifting her breasts against his chest. Essentially doing anything and everything to further drive him crazy.

[CyanDimitrik]

There it is, that blatant and enthusiastic encouragement to delve deeper into the spiraling sensual madness that seems to've come up out of nowhere. He lets her leg slip his shoulder in favor of hooking both arms around her waist, seizing her body securely against his. The knowledge that this girl, this modern day gladiator, just came off of a hard fight the victor, makes this somehow so much more exquisite.

His head tilts into the kiss, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation of her tongue wrestling with his. He darts, strokes, attempting to pin her down internally, while externally pivoting to attempt pressing her back firmly against the wall. If done, his sleek abdominals will grind along her own toned, bare belly, his pectorals flattening her breasts, and hips blatantly shifting against hers, stroking the distinct impression of his firming manhood against the base of her hips.

No subtlety here. No secrets. Two young people are tangled together who desperately want each other.

Regardless of the victor in the wrestling match of their tongues, Blaise tilts his head back enough to break the kiss and look hard into her eyes - assuming they're even open. "Room.. yours or mine?," he asks, breath elevated to heated, shallow panting.

[Bare]

‘Mhmm great kisser.’ Alizeh noted absent mindedly as she continued the battle of tongues with Blaise whilst running her hands through his hair and down his back. The feel of their bodies pressing into eachother was warm yet firm and compressing yet not over bearing. She liked tbat feeling. It was spur of the moment but Alizeh found the impromptu heated moment to be a great way of working through her built up sexual tension.

Leaning forward into him while tightening her scissor hold around his waist she leaned up while fluttering her eyes open as he pulled away. ‘Hehe he really doesn’t play around.’ She thought to herself playfully while biting her lip sensually before smriking a with a mischevious glint in her eyes.

Loosening her legs grip around him Alizeh suddenly pulled herself up and off the table she’d been on. Twisting herself midair Alizeh swiveled herself up onto Blaise’s with her ample bossom now pressing into the broad shoulders of the male.

Pulling herself closer against the male to where she was now hugging him from behind Alizeh leaned down to Blaise’s ear. ”Mhmmm you’re the ride so you can pick.” She whispered breathily while nipping his earlobe. It was subtle, but she was making a move for dominance in the quickly found relationship. She was allowing him to choose while also taking ‘control’ by having him carry here. It wa svery subtle and small but it was her way of asserting herself as the dominant one.

“Now giddy up horsey!” She declared with a playful smile. Even while turned on and in sexy mode the green haired girl was still one for jokes and she found this particular situation hysterical.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise wouldn't be one to condemn her her playful jokes. Hell, that's right up his alley. And even with her swiveling around to effectively mount him for a piggyback ride doesn't bother him. It's just more playful flirtation between these two damn-near-strangers. Is that weird? Hell yes. Does Blaise mind? Absolutely not.

His arms hook her thighs to help support her, and his head tilts into the nipping. "Mmnh. Your room. You're getting the.. victory treatment.. after all, right?" It sounded better in his head. But he tries to make up for the poor wording by tilting his head a little further to kiss the girl's cheek. "Just gotta direct me there."

He begins moving down the wall, toting the green-haired athlete along the way with the expectation that she'll either verbally instruct or nudge at him one way or another.

[Bare]

Alizeh giggled softly as Blaise pulled her legs up closer, pressing her pelvis inadverdently against his back. Wrapping her arms around his neck a bit tighter she pressed herself a bit closer to him. ”Mhmmm all the way down the hall and to the right tiger.” She purred out before nibbling his ear again. Meanwhile she dry humped her groin into his back while her nails lightly scratched against his chest. Subtly telling him to hurry as she continued to tease him with how ready she was.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise's gaze lids over at the attention he's receiving, and his head tilts back to briefly brush cheekbone to cheekbone. "Noted..."

As he moves along, he can feel her starting to grind herself against him, her nails scratching against his bare skin. As if he needed more incentive. Others in the hall are ignored as he rounds a corner in the hall, his speed hastening to a smooth trot. And there it is, the last door on the right. He releases her leg to try the knob, and if it gives way, he'll carry her on into the room, turn, nudge it shut with a foot, and make sure it's locked. Interruptions won't be ideal.

[Bare]

Alizeh giggled and blushed from the feeling of their cheeks gtazing against one anotner and responded in kind by brushing her lips acros the side of his face. While doing so she ran her hands across his chest, gradually getting more and more worked up as she squeezed his waist with her legs. Of course she also noticed how they were gradually getting closer and closer to her room, so while Blaise started walking faster, she in turn started to grind dry hump his back even more aggressively while mashing her breasts into his back.

Soon they finally made it to the room, and the moment he opened the door, walking the two into the room the girl would smirk excitedly. Placing her feet on his hips Alizeh would backflip off Blaise’s back landing on her hands before flipping further back landing in a seated position on the bed. Leaning back while using her hands to support her she crosssed her legs while smirking at Blaise. ”Ohhhh Tiger ~ Could you help me with my shoes?” She asked in a flirtacious tone while beckoning him over with her foot.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is jostled forward as she kicks off of him and into a flip - a flip he doesn't notice, due to his back being turned! But he does turn in time to see her handspring the rest of the way onto the bed, leaving him to blink at her. "You don't have to show off," he teases, gaze half-lidded. "I'm already into it."

As she bobs a foot at him, he perks an eyebrow and glances down to the boot. On the one hand, it's less in the way. On the other...

He strolls closer and sets a hand to the heel of the shoe, bobbing the limb back and forth thoughtfully. "Sure you wouldn't like to have a little... round two?," he asks. "See if those abs of yours have any endurance left?"

He's clearly not meaning to actually fight her here. If the tone of his voice isn't clear enough, the way his gaze dips over her scantly-clad body should be telling. To add more, his free hand reaches to brush a few fingertips down along the center of her stomach, running along the grooves of her abdominal tone. "..make it a ten-count? See who winds up on top?"

[Bare]

Chuckling a bit as she beard his response Alizeh flirtily fluttered her eyes up at the male before her after flashy tumble onto the bed. ”Hehe showing off implies I’m trying hard.” She said in a playful challenging tone while raising a eyebrow as he grabbed her heel and bobbed it up and down. Reclining back a bit on her hands she licked her lips while looking up at Blaise.

“Oh? You think you can take me big boy?” She asked while biting her lips, taking her foot and pulling it from his grip and raised it up in the air a bit. I’ve got stamina for days loverboy.” She said hooking her foot behind his head, pulling him in a bit as she felt his fingers trickle their way down her abdomen.

As he did this Alizeh would smirk again and use her hooked foot to pull his head down closer to her body. “Stepping up to me? I’ll habe you flat on your back submitting.” She said in a heavy husky tone with a more wild grin taking over. ”But I’ve noticed ya checking out my abs this whole time... so how about I give you a headstart by ‘working’ them over a bit?” She said playfully with a wink. But it was clear given the proximity she put his face to her stomach plus the connotation of her words. It was clear what she was giving him permission to do.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise blinks when a foot hooks behind his head. Now that's a new feeling. But as she tugs, he leans over her. His knee sets up atop the bed to climb on with her, already knowing where she's going with it by the time she mentions her abdominals. It's true, he'd been checking them out. Even now, he's feeling over them. The invitation couldn't be more clear.

The hand moves from her stomach to her thigh, helpfully pulling her the rest of the way onto the bed to encourage her to lie back fully. The other hand reaches up to hook her raised leg with fingertips brushing her inner-thigh. As he dips lower towards her, he attempts to tug the leg from behind his head and more to drape against his shoulder, as if pinning her. At last, his lips brush against her stomach, nuzzling into the toned muscle of her abdominals, starting just beneath the swell of her breasts and easing downwards. One arm still occupying her raised leg, the other lifts to set his forearm across her collar to complete the 'pin' just as he reaches her bellybutton.