"Beautiful Monsters" - Katsumi Oshiro and Chiyo Hamamoto

[PuroQueen]

As Katsumi's lips meet hers again, Chiyo's thoughts dissipated into the heat. Every inch of her body ignited with a fiery passion as their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths. With her arms wrapped tightly around Katsumi's neck, she pulled her in closer, wanting to feel every inch of her body pressed against hers. Her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and desire, feeling Katsumi's hands exploring her body once more.

Slowly, their bodies descend towards the bench, Chiyo's smaller but toned frame bearing down overtop of the other girl. Her chest presses deeply into Katsumi's, breasts cupped together in perfect harmony while her abdomen gently gyrates against the woman's exposed torso. The sensation is exhilarating, turning the kiss into a full body joyride that Chiyo wants to last for the rest of time.

But their lungs demand they break the kiss, and when they do, Chiyo's lips still tingle with the memory of Katsumi's soft embrace. "Hang out?" she asked with a lost look. Strange as it was, the thought hadn't even occurred to her until now. Chiyo had been acting entirely in the heat of the moment. It wasn't until Katsumi's request did she realize they were moving awfully fast.

Her lips quivered, begging to return to Katsumi's sweet taste, but she curbed the sensation with a smile. "Of course! Sushi's my favorite, It's like you read my mind" She giggled, running her fingers down Katsumi's cheeks, bringing herself even closer. "And I'd love to try yours" she whispers, leaning in to plant soft kisses along Katsumi's neck.

It took a monumental amount of effort to deprive her body from Katsumi's warmth again, but slowly Chiyo began to peel herself off of her, hand still in hand with her former opponent. "We're going to you're place I take it?" Chiyo beamed, using here free hand to fix her disheveled pink ponytail. "Give me a sec to get changed" Chiyo's hands slowly broke apart from Katsumi's fingertips, before retreating deeper into the locker room to get cleaned and get ready, giving Katsumi a chance to do the same if she wanted to. She came out soon after, wearing a simple set of clothes comprised of a grey hoodie, black sweatpants, and white sneakers, with a duffle bag strapped across her shoulder. Her hand reached across to mingle with Katsumi's once more. "lead the way!'

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi was on the fence on which way they were going. Not in the metaphorical sense, but literal! Would Chiyo stand with her? Lie back? Upon feeling the other girl press into her, Katsumi finds herself to be the one acquiescing, shifting back until the pinkette is lying atop her, taking that initiative. The feel of the other girl's body lying atop her is a bit different from the sensation of being pinned - admittedly, Chiyo never went for the full-body cover that Katsumi did. But it's very welcome, very enticing, and the electrical surge of intimate contact between tongues has her entirely forgetting her stupid blunder about sushi.

Screw sushi. Who cares about sushi.

Katsumi's hips raise, adding a small but meaningful amount of pressure against Chiyo's. And by the time the kiss breaks, every breath escaping her lips is faintly shuddered. Her hands slide along her skin, eyes opening to half-mast to gaze back up at her in a dreamy, hazy state. All she wants right now is for the moment to continue, to soak in this sense of not only acceptance, but desire-

Wait, wha?

"Like.. y'know.. a date," Katsumi clarifies, confident enough to add a label to it. They were just making out and in a terribly compromising position, after all! And speaking of compromising, why does the remark about sushi sound so loaded? It causes her to giggle awkwardly, her shoulders squirming against the bench as her neck is kissed. Though she's surprised that she wants to do that tonight, too. Her mouth opens briefly to protest - she is pretty sore after the fight, and they were having a good time doing this! It isn't like Chiyo's going to turn into a pumpkin by mdinight! But the other girl seems so eager, and Katsumi too worried to mess things up, that she just gives a more squeaked, "Okay."

Hand taken, she sits up. Then blinks. "My stuff's in the other room. Hang on."

And reluctantly, with the sensation and impression of Chiyo's body still firmly planted in her mind and cursing her own idiocy for even bringing it up, she makes her way back to her dressing room in a daze. There, she freshens up. No more sweat, no more clingy hair. Afterwards, she emerges wearing a fashionably punky ensemble. Skinny black pants, a cropped camisole top, and lace arm sleeves. Naturally, her choker remains a staple of her wardrobe. And all along the way, she's realizing just how badly she screwed up. Sushi is her favorite? Her favorite? Katsumi is not surviving this night.

But upon returning to Chiyo, she finds her hand taken and offers a sheepish smile. "Sure..." Fortunately by now, most everyone else has already left. They won't be seeing the two heated rivals walking hand-in-hand and thinking the match was a work. But she leads her along to the lonely little parking garage where her dark blue sportscar of yesteryear awaits, popping the passenger door for her before entering, herself.

[PuroQueen]

Seeing Katsumi in her savvy street attire made Chiyo feel even warmer and fuzzier inside, but also more nervous. Chiyo was well-known among family and friends for acting solely on intuition, never paying much heed to what would come tomorrow, but only on how she felt today. She always chose to live life from one whim to the next. Tonight wasn't much different. But by all definitions, Katsumi was right; this was kind of crazy. One minute they had been engaged in a fierce battle, a war waged in front of thousands of spectators, of which Chiyo had come out thoroughly on the bottom. And now, they were going out on a date!

Any normal person might have thought that Chiyo was perhaps dropped a little too hard on her head sometime during the match. Even now, as they walked together through the silent halls of the arena, more doubts began to creep up on her. But she put them to rest with a gentle squeeze of Katsumi's hand. She had come to LAW seeking adventure, a bright, young rookie eager to tussle and mingle with friends and foes alike. Katsumi had proved to her that wrestling was more than just the war raging on in the ring. It was the mutual passion of the sport. And, as Chiyo was eager to explore tonight, the mutual passion for one another. She shared one more look with Katsumi as they exited the building, all doubts slowly fleeting into the recesses of her mind.

Chiyo's lips still tingled with the memory of Katsumi's embrace as she followed her through the dimly lit hallway towards the parking lot. The air outside was chilly, but her body was warm and flushed with anticipation. The neon lights of the city flickered in the distance.

"Woah... nice ride," Chiyo murmured, eyeing the sleek sports car from bumper to bumper. Chiyo didn't know much about cars, but she could tell by its immaculate condition that Katsumi cared very much for it. She carefully slipped inside, her childish jitters begging her to press any one of the flashy array of buttons inside, but she resisted the urge. Her tummy let out a low grumble, a sheepish blush already forming on the Japanese girl's cheeks.

"Oops, I guess I'm a little hungrier than I thought," Chiyo said with a soft laugh. But the remark was an understatement. Nerves and arousal weren't the only reasons Chiyo had jumped at Katsumi's invitation; she was starving too! "I didn't really eat before the match, for obvious reasons," she chuckled, rubbing her hand over her still sore abdomen beneath her hoodie. "But hey, all the more reason to look forward to some amazing sushi!" Chiyo winked, strapping in her seatbelt as her mind eased itself in preparation for a relaxing night out.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's mind, meanwhile, was in hyperdrive. Not only was this the most bizarre turn of events she could've imagined - she likes this girl, and she developed the roots of that crush during their match. The combination of conflicting emotions between the need for vindication in the sport, in front of everyone, making a clear and forceful statement, juxtaposed with budding feelings of interest towards her opponent, made for one unexpectedly explosive and raw outcome in the locker room. It wasn't something she planned. But it was something she wanted on a visceral level, one she wasn't even entertaining at the time. That's not even counting the incredibly sweet things this person she had just humiliated on international television had said to her.

And now she's going to feed her sushi. God help her. Everything hinges on sushi! Why did she say sushi!? Damn you, frustratingly precise specialized fish dish!

The comment on the car pulls her mind from its frantic attempts to recollect how to do even the simplest roll. "Ah?" She looks to the car, then back to Chiyo, beaming. "It's my baby." A hand lovingly brushes along the glossy frame before she enters.

Buttons, dials, and LED screens light up when the car starts. Seatbelts are buckled, and she pulls out. Her level of familiarity with the car brings with it a remarkably smooth ride, no doubt also thanks to the meticulous condition in which she keeps the vehicle. "It was a going-away gift," she explains as they join traffic. "From when I started college. So I'm... protective of it. Y'know?"

It means so much more to her than that.

"Anyway, uh, we're getting there in a hurry! Promise! Ahah~," she laughs nervously. Her amazing sushi. Damnation. "But you should totally eat before a match. Keeps your energy up, and it doesn't really matter what you eat. It all gets burned in the ring. Just don't, like, make yourself sick. Take advantage of the craft tables, ya dope. S'why it's there!"

She shoots her date an affectionately teasing glance before focusing back on the road.

[PuroQueen]

As they drove, Chiyo couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with a tinge of nervousness. The way Katsumi talked about her car with such passion and care only added to her charm. "College girl, huh? I never made it that far - I always preferred brawlin' over books, I guess, not that it did me any good tonight," Chiyo joked with an awkward giggle. It felt... weird commenting on tonight's match. After all, here she was sitting right beside the woman who had brutally defeated her in the ring but had also piqued the interest of her heart.

She tried to put the events of their match behind her, instead focusing on the night that lay ahead. As they drove through the city, Chiyo couldn't help but steal glances at Katsumi, admiring the way she handled the car with such ease and precision. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But hey, I have a feeling your sushi is gonna put everything on that craft table to shame," Chiyo teased with a wink, although judging by the way she licked her lips, it was obvious that the pinkette truly was looking forward to tonight's meal. She could practically taste the fresh fish and tangy rice on her tongue, and the anticipation made her even more excited for the evening ahead.

They chatted as they drove, and Chiyo found herself feeling more and more comfortable around Katsumi. There was something about her that just put her at ease. Maybe it was her confident yet laid-back demeanor, or maybe it was her seductive smile. Whatever it was, Chiyo found herself drawn to her.

Still, as they drew closer to Katsumi's apartment, Chiyo couldn't help but feel a spark of desire. She leaned in close to Katsumi, her voice taking on a flirty tone. "If they're any bit as delicious as those kisses were, then we're both gonna be in for a real treat," she trailed off, a mischievous glint in her eye as she stared out the passenger side window, too flustered by her own words to gauge Katsumi's reaction. It was a raunchy thing to say, but she couldn't resist teasing the woman as she thought about what the night might hold.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is a city-girl. No matter how much of her life she's spent in sprawling metropolitan settings, driving - or even riding - at night is something that always made her happy. Velvety black skies, halogen streetlamps casting fleeting glows through the car, the warm, liquid glow of neon lights advertising all manner of vice and service. The towering monolithic buildings, themselves, had a certain mystique to her as well. There would always be a few windows lit up high, where an unknown person toiled long into the night.

It doesn't make sense, and she knows it. But it all felt like it had a warm pulse. But she's used to this kind of setting alone. Tonight, there's someone with her. Someone she's finding herself increasingly desperate to impress. Red lights afford the chance to steal a peek back at the pinkette, her mind racing with where they were going, what they intended to do - or perhaps more the suspense of what they might do, if things go well. But there was a topic at hand, and one she feels the impulsive need to jump onto.

"Oh, I got in fights all the time, and it freaked the folks out. But I did that because I'm trouble. What's your excuse, though? You don't seem the type to go around scrappin' with people. You're nice."

They're nearing her apartment, and it's a reality that just won't stop repeating itself at the forefront of her mind. Chiyo just had to pre-compliment the sushi again, didn't she? "Aheh..! Y-yeah...," says Katsumi trying to force a confident smile on the subject. And suddenly, there's an additional stake added to the date. Her heart leaps into her throat, squelching any chance she has to verbally respond. She just stares at the girl in the passenger seat, mouth slightly agape, somehow equally terrified and excited.

The traffic light switches to blue.

All Katsumi can think about is how much she has to not screw this up. That is, until the car behind them honks. Her gaze darts to the traffic light, realizing that it had, in fact, turned green, and her brain had short-circuited temporarily. If a car's acceleration could be sheepish, this would be it.

At last, they arrive at the apartment complex. It's fairly typical, if unimpressive on the outside. Katsumi, despite her tenure with LAW, has suffered a similar fate to that which plagued her the three years she wrestled prior to joining. She'd been overlooked. Undersold. When the cameras stopped rolling and the fans went home, this is what Katsumi would retire to each night; a veritable nobody, with little more than a dream fueled with determination.

She exits the vehicle and darts around to pop the door for Chiyo in a deliberate, playful display of gallantry. They are on a date after all, aren't they? "I know it's not much t'look at," she says, glancing towards the exterior second floor of the complex, likely where her unit is housed.

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo sat in the passenger seat of Katsumi's car, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery as they drove through the city streets. The neon lights and shiny buildings that surrounded them had been familiar hallmarks in the background of her life, but she had never been able to fully appreciate them until this moment. The presence of her former opponent in the driver's seat made everything feel more intense, more real.

As they drove, Katsumi revealed that she used to get into fights all the time, which didn't surprise Chiyo. She'd figured that Katsumi had given plenty of girls hell before their encounter.

Chiyo grinned, the memory of her rebellious teenage years flooding back to her. "I may seem nice now, but it wasn't always like that," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "Back in school, I used to get picked on a lot. I was small and quiet, so I was an easy target. But pretty soon, I started defending myself, fighting back, and... it felt amazing. No wonder we're wrestlers, huh?" Chiyo chuckled softly.

When they finally arrived, Katsumi jumped out of the car and hurried around to open the door for Chiyo. Chiyo couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture. It made her feel special, even if the whole thing was in jest. "Why, thank you!" she said, stepping out of the car with a playful, ditsy bow. She glanced up at Katsumi, tracing her gaze to the apartment complex before them. "Are you kidding, this is great!" Chiyo replied, her voice soft and sweet. Being a young rookie in Tokyo, Chiyo's own dwelling was far more... modest than Kat's. It was partly why she had been so eager for this date in the first place; anywhere except for her own place.

"Besides, it's not the outside that counts, right?" She reached out to take Katsumi's hand, her fingers interlacing with the other woman's as they made their way towards the entrance.

As they made their way up the stairs to Katsumi's apartment, Chiyo couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous anticipation building within her. She wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but she knew that she wanted to spend more time with Katsumi. She felt drawn to the black-haired wrestler in a way that she couldn't quite explain. As they arrived at Katsumi's door, she turned to face her former opponent and smiled. "Thank you for making this such a special evening already," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

[CyanDimitrik]

Had there not been more on Katsumi's mind and it racing as it was, she'd have had more to say concerning their destined paths as professional wrestlers. Indeed, it takes a special kind of crazy to want to do what they do. It's violent, dangerous, and high risk with very low chance of reward. So much depended on so many things outside of your control; up to and including appearance. Hell, Katsumi was making herself content with being the scruffy punk chick street urchin, until someone grabbed her for that makeover. And now, here she is making a comeback and on a date. On a date with a really cute girl, whose personality is just so intoxicatingly sincere.

The thought earns another fond glance from Katsumi in transit. But alas, they've arrived.

When Chiyo suggests her rather modest apartment is great, the girl shoots it a look as if it might've changed while she wasn't paying attention. And then back to Chiyo. In her mind, she should be living in a much, much more impressive way by now, with the number of years she has under her belt. But then, there's that personality again. It's only cemented by what she follows it with: it's not the outside that counts. It felt like she wasn't just talking about the apartment when she said that. Moreso when she felt the hand take hers, fingers lacing with the slender digits of a musician. She gives the hand a squeeze in heartfelt appreciation, failing to find words to properly convey her feelings in the moment and instead defaulting to a warm, genuine smile.

And then: "It counts a little. You are really pretty, after all."

Her stupid troll-brain. She's trying to be the best version of herself, and she still can't resist picking and teasing. And there's a solid chance she didn't even realize it happened; jokes flow from her as easily as "whoa"s escape Keanu Reeves. To wit, she's leading her right on up the stairwell to her apartment, pausing at the door to face her date.

Their eyes meet; the vivid emeralds dancing their focus between each of Chiyo's pupils. There's a small pause from her as she just - breathes. Her nerves are high, but she's had enough time after their match to no longer be feeling the rush from their contest. Rather, this is entirely focused on Chiyo and this moment. And a healthy dose of fear towards screwing it up. But she opts for gentle, soft-spoken honesty. "I can't stress enough how much I don't do this. But between the girl I wrestled in the ring tonight, and the one I talked to in the locker, and the one I'm getting to know - the night's been special for both us." She's a little more rambly than she meant to be. Her free hand raises, easing her palm to touch Chiyo's cheek. The thumb shifts to gently brush her cheekbone as she clearly considers moving in closer. And being one who struggles with impulse control as it is, it doesn't take long before she's leaning in towards the shorter girl with gaze hooded and head tilted, slowly aiming to bring her lips to Chiyo's for one last kiss before the trial-by-sushi.

[PuroQueen]

Perhaps overtaken more by giddiness than humor, Chiyo's couldn't help but let out a hearty giggle at Katsumi's compliment. She still just couldn't believe that she was about to embark on a date with such an incredible woman. Katsumi was edgy, bold, and with a hint of humor that drew Chiyo in from the moment they had settled things back in the locker room. Looking back now, that moment felt so long ago that it almost didn't seem real. That moment of self-preservation, apprehension, genuine fear over the mere sight of her opponent, that had all been tonight. Now, as they stood in front of her apartment door, Chiyo's nerves were threatening to get the better of her again, but all it took was a reassuring squeeze from Katsumi's hand to remind her that this girl was anything but scary. She was gentle, soft, and yes, even a little insecure. She was human.

Chiyo felt a rush of excitement that she hadn't experienced in a long time. This girl was so much more real than the usual gals she met. As they climbed the stairs to Katsumi's apartment, Chiyo couldn't help but steal glances at the beautiful punk chick beside her. Her heart fluttered when Katsumi met her gaze, and a flush crept up her neck.

When they reached the door, Katsumi paused, and their eyes locked. Chiyo's breath caught in her throat. She could feel the intensity of the moment building between them. The air was electric, and Chiyo felt as though she was on the brink of something incredible. When Katsumi spoke, Chiyo's heart swelled with emotion. This girl was so sincere, so genuine, it was almost overwhelming.

As Katsumi's hand moved to cup her cheek, Chiyo leaned into the touch. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed up at Katsumi. She could see the desire in the other girl's eyes, and it sent a jab of excitement through her. When Katsumi leaned in for a kiss, Chiyo didn't hesitate. She met her halfway, their lips meeting in a soft, tender embrace.

It was a perfect moment, and Chiyo savored it. She felt as though she was on top of the world, and she never wanted it to end. As they broke apart, Chiyo couldn't help but smile. "It's been... new for me too Kat. I never would have thought that losing a wrestling match could lead to something like this," she said, her voice soft and sweet. "Maybe I should start jobbin' more often" Chiyo teased, poking her elbow into Katsumi's side to mix the steamy tension with some laughter. "Well then... shall we?" Chiyo piqued with glittery eyes, motioning with a nod towards the apartment door.

[CyanDimitrik]

The elbow poking into Katsumi's ribs seems to click the 'ON' switch on the aforementioned troll-brain. And though the kiss was exquisite and honest, something that felt like it reaffirmed everything was going in the right direction, that she hadn't made any catastrophic mis-steps, and the girl she's with really wanted to be there with her tonight, she couldn't help herself.

"Mm'play your cards right, you might get pinned again before the night's over."

It's unabashedly flirtatious, practically purred, and out before it passes regulation screening. Though if Katsumi's superego on any normal day were anything like the TSA, it would be the kind that goes, "Sure, show me how you intend to take over the airplane with a single throwing star. Make my day, John Wick." That is to say; not doing its job. But when her mind does catch up with what she just said, it just doubles down. Screw it. She said it. She's attracted to the girl. She likes wrestling. Pinning her down in the ring was sexy. Pinning her down without an audience while on a date would just be moreso. It's not like the two don't have a palpable attraction towards each other.

"But," she says, petting her palm along the soft cheek of the girl she'd just been beating up hours ago, "I forbid you to start jobbin'. You have to win every match from now on, so that this night stays special in every way." This time, the sentiment is capped with a softer smile.

Time's come to open up her personal living space. Her hand withdraws and she fetches her keys to unlock the door. It's opened, letting the first glimmer of internal light pour out into the dark breezeway. She leads the way in, pausing only long enough to slip her shoes off and slide them into the caddy. From there, she's stepping forward to give Chiyo more room to enter.

Behold. Casa del Oshiro.

It's not very impressive by superstar standards.

Post the small entry point, the interior consists of two rooms - not counting bathroom. Up first, there's the living space predominantly clear of clutter around the main floor with only modest furnishings. A kitchenette takes up one hall, with a standing island counter separating it from the other space. She has a nice television anchored against the wall, wide and thin. A couple gaming consoles are tucked beneath it. And in the corner of the room is a veritable nest of technology; a computer with an over-expensive gaming chair, and pair of monitors. In the space behind the chair, a sleek set of synthetic drums stands, likely plugged in with the computer equipment. No actual symbols or snares, but rather everything is a black electronic pad. Beside that rests an electronic keyboard and standing microphone. In the corner of the room, two guitar cases prop against the wall, with a shorter violin case beside them.

The bedroom door is shut, hiding what may or may not be terrible and damning secrets.

"So~," drawls Katsumi as she bobs on the balls of her feet, arms swinging forward and back, "here we are..."