L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Despite this being one of Georges favourite pasttime hobbies, this here with Chelsea was like becoming a man once again, the love and care that went into every move both of them made was just so overwhelmingly new to him. Chelsea felt different, moved different, she was just completely different from any other woman George had slept with and not because of her body but because of what George felt.

He did'nt want to leave her alone again, ever. He wanted her to be safe, to feel good about herself and even if the colourful Eastender had said it before he now knew why everything felt so much better, why he everything they did felt so special. He loved her.

She gives me everything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings
She brings to me
And I love her

Now George understood the meaning of this rather plain lovesong even better. It needed no fancy words and big gestures for Chelsea. What mattered to her was that she was loved and that George treated her well.

He smiled as he felt the kisses of her, put on his neck, chest and shoulders and deep inside his loins he felt that something massive was about to happen and as she looked into Chelseas longing face he knew what he had to as he put her leg down next to him, came over her and put his body down on top of his love, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, his face firmly against Chelseas neck, sucking and kissing her tender skin as his member thrust into her as deeply as never before, making them both shiver.

When George felt that both were ready he put his lips away from Chelseas hickey covered neckline and looked his lover in the face. "Hah... Hah... Hah... I love you Chelsea Forster.", he whispered and with another thrust shot his load deep into the welcoming insides of his fellow brit, feeling a mutual reaction coming from Chelsea...

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Chelsea didn't want this to ever end. She wanted to bask in this moment forever, to wrap herself in everything she felt - this warmth, this love, this care - and to tell herself it would never stop. In the back of her mind, she was sure, at some point this would end, and she would have to go back to the real world she'd grown so accustomed to - the world she knew was dark, grey, cold, and uncaring. As soon as the night was over, she would go back to being scorned and pushed aside by everyone. No one would take her seriously, no one would even care to listen to the aches in her heart. They wouldn't know how lonely she really was, and even if they did, they wouldn't care. But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, Chelsea finally felt seen. Tonight, the world could be a better place. And Chelsea wanted to cling to that as though her life depended on it.

With each thrust of George's hips, with every time he brought his head up to kiss and bite at her collar, Chelsea could feel a tingle run down her spine. Her breaths had quickened into pants and gasps, and she could hardly hold back the moans that were escaping her throat every time she bucked up and down. But it wasn't just that she felt good. She felt loved. The fact that anyone even wanted to do this with her, that they could stand her company - that was all Chelsea had ever longed to know.

She could feel George's member throb deep inside of her, and her body grew tense, squeezing around it as her pants grew fast and hot against his neck. She knew that he was coming close. And, as the tingling sensation took hold of her from head to toe, she knew she was, too. She looked up to see George looking her right in the eye, and the moment their eyes met, Chelsea's smile grew a little wider. Her arms looped around his back, squeezing him tighter against her chest. And when he heard those words, it made her shiver to even think she would ever hear them, from anyone - but she knew what she wanted to say, too.

"George, I...I love you, too-!!" And then, with that one last thrust, Chelsea threw her head back with a scream that ripped through the night air. Her whole body contracted and went tense, pulling herself up against George so tightly as to press them together. With each inch of their skin brushing up against each others', they could feel the warmth that passed between their bodies, the rise and fall of every breath, and the beating of their hearts.

Then, little by little, she eased up; every muscle grew slack, one by one. As they released, she began to sink lower, laying back against the surface of the bed. But there, she looked up to meet eyes once again with George - and once again, she smiled. At least for this night...she'd have everything she wanted.

George never would have thought that he would be in this situation. He never had said this three words to any girl before, even if he was intoxicated, even if they said it. Not a single fucking time. They did'nt mean anything. They served his physical satisfaction and that was it. The kindest thing he had for them was a breakfast in the morning.

But Chelsea. Chelsea was a whole other thing. What the womanizer felt for this girl he had never felt for anyone before. He wanted to listen to her, carry her, protecting her from all the evils in this world. She was perfect, his perfect, beloved little bird. The rough, tough Scouser Chelsea Forster had stolen George Fortunatos heart and breaking plenty of others on the process as the fastliving pubowner now only had one girl at his mind.

George panted and looked his lady straight on the eyes, telling her the magic words and without hesitation, without reconsideration, Chelsea repeated George sentiment, bringing tears to his eyes. "Chelsea...",He said and kissed her as a last thrust broke the walls between them, his member going deep, shooting all of his load right into Chelseas throbbing womanhood. They embraced each other as if they would dissapear into thin air after the deed was done.

They held each other tightly, oh so tightly, their bodies melting into each other, both in total synch. It was done. George remained in the position for some time before turning them on the side, his warm, pulsating length still in the englishwoman, their faces looking at each other, tears in both their eyes. "S-Stop crying silly...",he whispered out breath.

At last, it was over. After the tension in Chelsea's body had built up more and more with each passing second, with each push and thrust she felt, it finally all culminated in one release. The ecstasy ran over her body like an electric shock, sending every pore tingling from her head to her toes. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, it all stopped, leaving the Englishwoman to sink against the bed.

Already, the heaviness was setting into her body. She leaned in against George, burying her face against his chest, as though she needed to to keep herself from melting into a puddle. She felt like she'd run a marathon, but now, the pleasant tingles of success were sinking into her bones. Each breath she took was a long, slow pant, leaving her chest to rise and fall against George's own. But she could feel every breath from him, too, each moving in and out at the same time hers were. She could feel his heart beating in tune with hers. And when she looked back up to meet eyes with George, even when she looked back at him through a film of tears, a smile still crossed her face. She was happy - she never thought she'd ever deserve anyone's attention like this. But George had proven her wrong - George had proven that she could be wanted; she could be loved.

The two might have stopped, but they hadn't broken apart. On the contrary, Chelsea didn't even want to go an inch away from George. She wanted to be here forever, to bask in his love, his care, everything she'd ever wanted out of life, and that she'd all gotten from a single person. Her arms wrapped tighter around his back, pulling her close against his chest, as her body squeezed in against his own enough to feel the warmth of his bare skin against hers, a tingle running along her spine and a soft purr leaving her throat from the contact.

"George, I just...can't help myself," she whispered. "I'm happy...to have you..." With that, she leaned up, bringing her face to his as she planted a kiss on his lips.

George Fortunato was a womanizer. There was no reason or way sugarcoating the fact that he ran after a skirt like a dog chasing a sausage. He always had a charming, suave presence that made people trust him but within George there was something commanding too. He was'nt just an elegant, excentric guy who loved women, wrestling and magic tricks. He was also a tough as nails businessman, having his fingers in all kinds of honeypots around the globe. And this aura of charme and commanding presence was something that added to his good looks, making a whole package.

But even if he slept with many girls, more then he could count, George was in no way empty or without plans for a future. He wanted to settle down, he wanted a wife and children someday. The right girl just had'nt entered his life yet until he came to Japan. There she was. Chelsea. A challenge, a tough nut to crack, not a girl that would just lay down because you vowed and charmed her. Chelsea was work but George meant everything he said when he talked to her.

The Eastender never had allowed himself to lie to his friend one single time. It was'nt that he did'nt wondered why. And the answer was simple. He loved Chelsea. She was "the girl" he had'nt met yet and now as their bodies pressed against each other with the deepest desires, the Brit was sure that his heart did'nt deceive him. George and Chelsea declearer their love for each other and George shot all of his hot, burning love into the wrestler, both caught in lust, the alcohol and, yes, love.

George pushed a last time before sinking down on Chelsea, enjoying all the little cares she gave him. He smiled and turned to the side, Chelsea eager to stay close to him, wrapping her arms around him, his still stiff member buried deep in her. They were one for now and this sensation was something so dear and precious to George that he in turn kissed Chelseas face before the scouser looked up to him with her big, blue eyes.

"I am too, Chels.", George whispered and leaned into the soft kiss they shared. When they broke it, both relaxed against each other, Chelseas warm and welcoming womanhood keeping George warm and cozy. "Don't forget to look after this tomorrow. Not that I am opposed to little George and Chelseas but that would be a little too fast.", he chuckled as his arm started to softly stroke Chelseas sides, they were face to face, forehead to forehead, but not in a heated battle, here, Chelsea could relax, letting it all go.

" I am your home, Chelsea. I always was. ", he whispered while stroking her blonde hair. "How does a crooked, shady guy like me get such a wonderful lady to share my bed with me tonight.", he smiled and bent forward, creeping closer, kissing her neck. "Was this your first time?", he softly whispered as he kissed her neck. It was unnecessary to ask that, he knew it was. "Why did'nt you and your sister never had dates when you were easily the two shining diamonds of Liverpool, I can assume.", he chuckled as he kissed himself down from the Scousers neck.

With George's body pressing up against hers one last time, Chelsea let out a soft moan. A shiver went down her spine, her muscles growing tense, and her fingers squeezing tighter to massage at his back. When she leaned up to kiss him, the feeling that ran over her from head to toe felt electrifying. But soon she settled back against the mattress, panting for air. Her face flushed a brighter red when she looked back up at George, realizing what she'd done - how absurd this felt, that she was actually letting herself be this close to anyone, to open up to anyone, especially an annoyance like George. And yet...Chelsea didn't fight it. She knew, deep down, that she needed this - to have someone she could feel comfortable and safe around, who she knew wouldn't judge. Who she knew loved her.

When George brought up the prospect of them settling down and starting a family, Chelsea was taken aback. Her eyes went wide, and her face flushed red as she blurted out a "Wot-!?" In the haze of emotion she was lost in, in her desperation to find something she could cling to, Chelsea didn't even realize that she'd neglected to take precautions. She took in a gulp, wondering if she had gotten ahead of herself, and if now she was going to pay the price. A different Chelsea would probably have slapped George in the face then and there - but she couldn't find that in herself now. This moment they shared now was too peaceful, too soft. It was all Chelsea had ever wanted, all this time, and all she never thought she'd get. To shatter that moment of peace would've been a crime she couldn't live with herself for.

Instead, she sighed, letting herself settle against the bed. With George bringing up this being her first time, Chelsea blushed, glancing away from his eyes as her cheeks reddened. But still, she spoke. "...yes. Yes, it was..." Just admitting that made a shiver go down Chelsea's spine. She felt pathetic that it had taken her this long - that after all these years, she hadn't found anyone to get this close to until she was here with George, of all people. Everyone she knew, everyone from school, from the bands she tried to join, they were probably past this by now - they probably had found love, they might even have been settling down and forming lasting bonds. And Chelsea couldn't help but feel like she was lagging behind - especially when George talked about her and Molly never getting dates.

"...I never could get close to anyone, George," she said, letting out a sigh that left her body deflating against the mattress. She purred softly as she felt his kisses along her neck, but nevertheless she went on. "Everyone either laughed at me for even trying, or they were too afraid of me to so much as say hello. After a while, I just...stopped caring. I figured if I never had a chance, I wouldn't try...no one would love anyone like me, and I didn't deserve it anyway..."

She held her eyes closed, trying to hold back the tears that were forming in their corners. "And Molly...sure, she had friends, she had a couple of crushes here and there, but...I think she was just waiting for the right person, and no one really clicked with her. She had other things to keep track of, like her cosplay, or getting everything together to transfer to a new school overseas, I don't think she had the time anyway. At least, she didn't find anyone she felt like she needed to make time for..."

When Chelsea thought back on it all - all the success Molly was having in her life, that she wished she could share in - she let out a long sigh, leaning back against the bed. At last her tears began to run, dampening the sheets beneath her. "I guess I won't ever have that, either."

George smiled as he listened to Chelsea, playing with her hair, kissing her forehead, simple things, things to do to a person you love. The blankets and their bodies kept them warm as the cold wind blew and the Londoner listened to his best friend, finally getting the bigger picture.

"Strange...",he began when Chelseas tears started to flow again. "I wanted to be with you the moment I saw you. Listen, Chelsea.", he said gave her a short kiss, nuzzling closer, the tips of their noses touching, their eyes looking into each others.

"I know that we don't always agree with everything, that there are times were you would like to beat me up or were you just don't want to speak to me. I know your attitude, your character. It is ok, I can live with it because, it is human. It does'nt make you a bad person. Neither do your matches in the ring. You did what you felt was right, you wanted to show the world what you can do, if they hate you, fine. But that is'nt what you want. Deep, deep inside you is this uncertain girl that needs to be loved, taken by the hand and getting led out of the darkness. And may I offer myself as a guide? ", he said with a sly smile.

Their gazes lay on each other, halflided, passionate. George hand went down, going over the slim form of the scousers body. His member, engulfed in the hot, wet and welcoming folds of his friend still hard. "I love you, more then I have ever loved anyone, more like every person I have ever met. You, Chelsea Forster, are the one for me. And no one else.",he smiled and the arm that had travelled down to her thighs slipped onto the scousers back and pulled her even closer. "You are not alone. Not anymore. I am here to dry your tears whenever you need it, embrace you when you feel lost and sad. I am right here, around the corner, catching your fall. Promise.", he said with a smile and kissed Chelsea again. Then in his usual self he grinned and stuck out his tongue.

"Your turn...",he chuckled. What he meant he left shrouded in mystery.

"Huh..? I..." Chelsea looked up at George, her eyelid twitching nervously in the moonlight streaming through the window. She listened to every word he had to say, everything he said to describe her. She wanted to deny it, she wanted to disagree. To tell him that he wasn't right at all. She wasn't just confused, she wasn't just striking out at a world she didn't understand her place in. It wasn't anything so stupid as that. She was just...a bad person; it was as simple as that.

But as much as Chelsea wanted to believe she was right, that George was wrong...she really couldn't. Everything he had said she already knew to be true. She'd gone her whole life wondering if she would ever meet the right person, if she would ever be worthy of love, if anyone could care about her. But George had taken all of her thoughts and feelings, all the ones she hid from the world, and put them into words, far better than she ever could herself. And what was more, he offered to be that person.

The tears sparkled in Chelsea's eyes, but she brought her head up just a little higher, looking into George's own. She pressed in closer against him as he brought her forward, her hands going to his shoulders to hold herself in place. She sniffled a little, overwhelmed by her own emotions. She told herself this was silly, that she wasn't the kind of person to be moved by something like this, that she didn't need anyone to take pity on her...but more to the point, she was relieved to finally know she wasn't alone. That she wouldn't walk alone. And when she thought about that, her smile grew ever so slightly, and she nodded her head. Her grip on George's shoulders tightened, and she pushed herself even closer, as though afraid of going too far from his touch.

Of course, George would soon shatter the sanctity of the moment with his little quip. Chelsea's face flushed red, and she looked back at him with a stern glare, puffing her cheeks out in frustration. "Wot? Me turn? De 'ell's that supposed ter mean-?!" she said at first - but soon, she let out a sigh, sinking back further against George's embrace. She couldn't stay angry for long. She needed a moment like this, and she didn't want to ruin it either.

"...Well...I can't lie any more, George. I'm...so grateful to have someone like you. Truly." Her hand began to drift lower along his back, gently massaging his skin. "No one else would ever...take me in like this. Do so much for me. To even know I was hurting, or to want to help...to even care." She sighed again, looking down. "No one's ever been so kind to me. And...I don't ever want to forget this. I want to know that I have you, and that I'll always have you, and that I'm not going to be alone again as long as you care. I want to hold onto that when I don't have anything else, and I want to have a reason I can feel good about myself. But...the only question I have is...why me, George? Why did you do all of this for me? You could've had anyone, and yet..."

As her eyes began to well up with tears again, Chelsea hugged George tighter, pulling herself against his chest. She nestled her head into his shoulder, to have something her tears could fall on. She didn't know why she had this, but at the same time, she didn't want to let it go, no matter how much she questioned it all.

The two brits held each other close, searching for the others touch as if to lose each other if they let go. And none of those wanted to. There was the scent of love in the air, their bodies shaking, their heads at cloud nine. They looked at each other with gazes full of love, full of care.

The Londoner chuckled softly when Chelsea got a bit surprised by his quip. Nonetheless she scooted even closee and told George what she was thinking while softly stroking his back. George listened without interrupting and when the Blonde burst into tears he carefully put his other arm around her.

"Because you deserve it, sweetheart.",he whispered into her ear. Only those five words were uttered until the scousers tears dried. George held her without adding anything. This was the answer that was true. Chelsea deserved to be happy, to be save, to be loved.

"I already told you. I had lots of... Interactions but nothing meant so much to me like this evening.", he whispered and kissed Chelseas lips. "Let's try to sleep. We figure out the rest tomorrow over breakfast.", he smiled and laid his head down next to Chelseas. "I love you, bunny.", he grinned and kissed her goodnight..

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And after a stormy and cold night, the sun and the smell of coffee and bacon met Chelseas nose as George was already busy. He wore an apron and...he had decided that this would be his only clothing for now. When he saw Chelsea sitting up he turned his head around. "Mornin love. Tea or coffee?", he asked while his bare backside greeted the girl.

Chelsea still didn't know what to think, or what to feel. Everything had been a whirlwind of emotions. George had shown her more attention, more concern, than anyone she could think of in her entire life - and when she realized that at long last she finally meant something to someone, the feeling was too foreign to her for her to even know where to begin. No matter what George said to try and reassure her, the Englishwoman was still convinced she didn't deserve it - that he was wasting his time on a brash, brutish girl like her. And yet, when he leaned down to kiss her, none of that mattered - the smile still came to Chelsea's face all the same. It was a weary, wavering smile, but a smile nonetheless, and when she felt it - when she truly felt it, and knew she meant it - that was all Chelsea needed.

"Mmm, yeah..." she said, nodding her head to George as she sank lower to nestle amongst the sheets, her fingers tracing along his body. "I...love you, too..." The moment she said that, she felt a tingle run over her from head to toe. It still felt so strange to even think such a thing, but...she felt it. George didn't need to clarify himself any further. He didn't need to make any excuses for Chelsea. And neither did she.

Wrapped in George's arms, the Scouser leaned close against his chest. Soon, she succumbed to the fatigue of a long day mixed with the stupor of a few beers, and drifted into a peaceful sleep. It wouldn't be until the next morning that the smell of George's cooking drifted through the air, causing Chelsea's nose to twitch a few times. Then, groaning and rubbing at her head, she came to her senses - and paused when she opened her eyes to see the unfamiliar room around her.

Now that the haze had cleared, Chelsea couldn't quite remember all the details of last night. She could have mistaken it all for a strange dream; that would at least make some sense for why she was willingly getting into bed with George. But as soon as she looked up to see the same room she vaguely recalled, she knew it had really happened - and her face went a vivid red when the reality hit her. She...she really did that.

"George, what-" she began as she sat up in bed - only to be greeted by the sight of his bare back, displaying the slim muscles of his build, and his uncovered behind. Chelsea's face only grew redder as she stopped to stare - both from arousal, and her own shame at being this aroused. But, as she rubbed her head again, she let out a sigh.

"...Guess it...wuzn't a dream, like..." she groaned. And yet, as baffled as she was that it had happened...she wasn't exactly upset. Chelsea could barely remember much from the last night, but there was one thing she would never forget. That night had made her feel truly wanted, like she truly belonged. She heard someone say they loved her, and she wouldn't doubt it for a moment. And even if everything else made her question what in the world she was thinking...maybe that made it all worth it.