Geun Haru(D) vs Leonie Bowen

[ThatPolishDude]

Geun stayed kneeling for a moment, it felt like the thing to do, give the audience a good look. She wouldn't linger like that long though. Surveying the effects of her work she couldn't help but smile but it was no time to enjoy the sights, not yet.

Now she would get on top of Leonie, sitting around her waist so as to have her entire upper body before her. Her hands would move to pin the other women's shoulders down as she smiled. ”Now, what should I do with you?” She said, first moving her hands to the other girl’s wrists to bring them up above her head and try to keep them there with one of her hands while the other traveled down. ”Oh my, it must have taken a lot of work.” Geun said as her hand reached the ginger’s abs and gently slid across them. ”I bet they could take a lot of punishment.” She let the last words hang in the air for a moment.

[FreestylePoet]

Leonie groaned as a mountain of rose from her spine, crackling up and out. The next thing she knew, she was back-first on the mat with Geun sitting atop her hips. Leonie shook her head, clearing the cobwebs from the ol' gearbox. "Gah-!" She let out a yelp as her arms were suddenly pinned above her head. And then with her other hand, Geun...

...With her other hand, she stroked a painfully slow path down Leonie's body. "Hhh..." All she could do was exhale at the Korean woman's feather-light touch, gasping despite herself at every peak and valley it ghosted against. Goosebumps followed the path that Geun's fingers trailed, all the way to the center of her abs. Why did that feel so good, dammit? This was a fight, and Leonie was decidedly on the back foot. Still, that stroke of hers, it felt...

"Huh?" Leonie snapped out of it due to Geun's words. Leave it to a cocky opponent to light the way back for her. Leonie grinned. "I bet they can, too. More than you could ever dish out, anyway."

[ThatPolishDude]

Geun would grin, curling her fingers and grinding her fist on the other woman's belly. "That sounds like a challenge." She said before letting go of Leonie's hands and sitting up straight to get a better angle. Then she would rise her first and throw a hard punch down to the ginger's and. "I never back down from a challenge" she commented again before throwing another punch down and continuing one after the other.

[FreestylePoet]

Leonie met her opponent's words with a sidelong grin. "Is that so-- OOF!" Her reply was cut off by a sudden fist in her gut! Leonie grunted, a tiny bead of spittle flicking from her mouth. Quickly fixing the smirk back onto her face, Leonie got to work defending herself in the best way she knew how: Direct confrontation.

Her well-defined abs flexed and hardened in time with Geun's pounding blows. Each of Geun's hammerfists would meet a wall of muscle, causing taut skin to ripple with each punch. They hurt Leonie, no doubt, and already red marks were appearing where bruises would soon be. But Leonie's smile never wavered for more than a millisecond.

"Is that -- urgh -- all you can -- nggh -- do?" she asked goadingly. Finally, as Geun was rearing up for yet another blow -- hopefully a big one, if Leonie's taunt had lit the way -- Leonie struck! She tore an arm away as fast as she could, hooking it around Geun's side. Then, she planted her foot up, used that abused core of hers to buck up hard and sought to flip the pair of them over to take control on the ground!

[ThatPolishDude]

Geun wasn't about to stop striking just because she was mounted though in a hindsight she should have as before she could even send it flying Leonie was already upon her and with her weight moving to deliver the strike flipping them over was just a formality. Still, she would react to mitigate some of her losses as she wrapped her legs around her opponent's core and gave it a tight squeeze.

"As if you would do any better" With their switched positions she couldn't help herself but taunt the ginger to give it her best shot as well, and maybe just maybe give Geun the opening she wanted.

[FreestylePoet]

Leonie's core screamed at her as she flipped the state of the match. Maybe using her punished abs to escape wasn't a good idea... Either way, it was worth it. Leonie grinned down at her opponent, eyes shimmering darkly as her orange bangs gave ever so slight amounts of shade. "You sure about that?" she fired back.

One hand shot up to try and capture Geun's by the wrists. Maybe one would be easy, but pinning the other beneath would be more difficult. She wouldn't spend too long, though, lest it end up looking like slap-boxing. "Let's see if you can take what you're dishing out!" Just as quickly, the other hand balled up and started to fire a salvo onto Geun's engaged torso! Maybe she had a worse angle than Geun herself'd had a few seconds ago, but that wasn't an excuse. Push past the angle with enough strength, and no doubt Geun would be left regretting her decision!

[ThatPolishDude]

"Oh, I'm sur-- Ghra!" She said, not yet resisting as Leoni pinned her hands down before a strike came right on target, cutting her short. Somehow the girl was hitting harder than Geun gave her credit for and she already gave her plenty of credit there. The strikes crashed down on her tensed core one after the other, truly testing her endurance as she was on the verge of caving in more than once.

Still, part way through she started laughing before then ripping one of her hands away from where it was trapped, making a motion as if to sit up before her hand would lock behind Leonie's neck and pull her close, body to body with Geun further pulling her in so they touched foreheads. "Oh, I like you!" She said, genuinely enjoying facing someone who matched her attitude. She wouldn't keep her there for long though as she would swing her legs to the side and release to make Leoni tumble to the side before rising to her feet, the body still aching from the punishment of just a few seconds ago as their position went back to neutral.

[FreestylePoet]

Fists fell like bullets, landing one after another on Geun's impressively solid core. Leonie was feeling pretty good about herself, at least until Geun tugged her right back in! Body to body, chest to chest, and face to face. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped despite herself. The heat beneath her cheeks -- where'd that come from? Still, she fired back the same fiery grin. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, barely getting the words out before the world started to move again.

"Not so fast!" she grunted, locking two hands behind Geun's neck in kind. Though it wouldn't be enough to keep the Korean woman from rising, it would be enough to keep the distance short, as Leonie pulled her knees under herself and began to stand at the same time. Once Leonie stood, the two opponents would be hunched over, locked in an odd cross between a Muay Thai clinch and a Greco-Roman wrestling lockup!

Leonie huffed, somehow acutely aware of how her hot breath would cascade over her opponent's face. She couldn't get the words out, looking at Geun like this. Hair matted to her face with sweat, effort drawn all over her face. Muscles primed for whatever came next. Absentmindedly, Leonie's fingers started drawing dainty, flirtatious circles across the nape of Geun's neck.

She blinked to snap herself out of it. The moment, whatever the hell it was, had passed. With one more sidelong smile, Leonie dug her heels in and started to push, hoping to outwrestle Geun the old-fashioned way -- and bring her to the ground!

[ThatPolishDude]

Just as Geun tried to get them to part and back to dusting knuckles, Leonie decided that apparently, staying close was a nicer perspective. Geun couldn't really argue with that logic as she started to reengage the grapple, being pushed back a few steps before she managed to match her opponent.

Feeling the ginger's great on her face, she would chuckle and push forward, more to get in her foe's face than to push her back. "Still want to hug? Keep it up and I might get ideas." Geun teased, licking her lips, eager to see how far this girl could be pushed.

[FreestylePoet]

"Ideas," Leonie replied dumbly. Geun's words, the teasing quirk of her eyebrows, that lick of her lips. Something in it all made Leonie's knees weak, and it wasn't long until Geun took advantage, gaining a few steps of ground and pushing the ginger back.

Then she scowled. "Don't make it sound like I'm the only one getting..." Leonie sighed. "You know. I-I mean. Listen to you!" Leonie decided she wanted to continue to push forward. She moved her hands from Geun's nape to her upper back. The Lioness's fingers rested at the border of Geun's attire, as if she couldn't decide whether to tear it off or keep position and push forward.

Still, the Korean was right. Now that Leonie thought of it, it would be easy for either woman to bowl the other over, or at least to thrash enough to change their positions up. So why weren't they? A clinch, or -- or a more traditional lockup? Or takedown to mount, or a leg sweep, or... or...

She looked from her opponent's eyes to her lips and back again. Leonie's heart thumped. "Fuck it."

Then she closed the last inch, capturing Geun's lips in a searing kiss!