Re: Heated Clash Between Phoenix and Firecracker - Blaise vs Audrey
Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2026 6:29 am
Blaise's response likewise catches Audrey off-guard. While that would, in fact, be her preference (well, in the ring, anyway, not that she'd ever admit otherwise...), the fact that she (and Blaise, for that matter) was joking about it was a refreshing surprise. Never in a million years would she have considered she'd be making banter with a male opponent mid match. Still, it was happening, and there was nothing for it but to smile and laugh.
"I might," she teased, voice still straining under his weight. Despite the far more lighthearted atmosphere (to the frustration of much of the crowd, though they seemed to sense they weren't going to get their usual show by this point), Audrey was still in a pickle.
Blaise moves, and before Audrey could do more than take a deep breath and roll to the side, she's stopped in her tracks by Blaise catching her wrist, turning her back towards him and grabbing her other one in one fluid motion. She's hauled right up to her feet with little effort, and for the briefest of moments, Audrey wonders if he had just helped her out of kindness.
But the moment passes when, after she finds her balance, he doesn't let her wrists go, and Audrey realizes she's caught again. He leans in, releasing that grip to wrap his arms around her body instead, pressing them both close together and lifting the redhead off her feet. He's looking into her eyes, wide not with fear this time but pure surprise, as her bright green orbs blink back at him, her palms coming to rest against his upper arms.
The pressure he applies isn't crushing, yet. But it is enough to start her wiggling, while there's still maybe room to finesse an escape if she's careful about it. She blushes lightly as it causes her body to rub up against him (her top mercifully doing its job once again), her feet kicking helplessly in the air. But Blaise notices and the pressure tightens, still not beyond 'uncomfortable' level, but enough to let her know he's not intending on allowing her to slip away. Her blush begins to deepen, however, as her body is now noticeably arched into his.
Blaise grins at her, still that playful, teasing shade. She gasps when his flex does in fact push the hug into "painful" territory, but through her grimace, still the corner of her mouth turns upwards for him. "Why yes, but... they don't normally last for more than ten seconds," her voice is a bit more pained and strained than before with more heaving gasps for breath in between the words, but somehow she manages to keep the light undertones to let him know she's still in good spirits - mentally speaking, anyway. "Any chance you'd consider following that guideline?"
"I might," she teased, voice still straining under his weight. Despite the far more lighthearted atmosphere (to the frustration of much of the crowd, though they seemed to sense they weren't going to get their usual show by this point), Audrey was still in a pickle.
Blaise moves, and before Audrey could do more than take a deep breath and roll to the side, she's stopped in her tracks by Blaise catching her wrist, turning her back towards him and grabbing her other one in one fluid motion. She's hauled right up to her feet with little effort, and for the briefest of moments, Audrey wonders if he had just helped her out of kindness.
But the moment passes when, after she finds her balance, he doesn't let her wrists go, and Audrey realizes she's caught again. He leans in, releasing that grip to wrap his arms around her body instead, pressing them both close together and lifting the redhead off her feet. He's looking into her eyes, wide not with fear this time but pure surprise, as her bright green orbs blink back at him, her palms coming to rest against his upper arms.
The pressure he applies isn't crushing, yet. But it is enough to start her wiggling, while there's still maybe room to finesse an escape if she's careful about it. She blushes lightly as it causes her body to rub up against him (her top mercifully doing its job once again), her feet kicking helplessly in the air. But Blaise notices and the pressure tightens, still not beyond 'uncomfortable' level, but enough to let her know he's not intending on allowing her to slip away. Her blush begins to deepen, however, as her body is now noticeably arched into his.
Blaise grins at her, still that playful, teasing shade. She gasps when his flex does in fact push the hug into "painful" territory, but through her grimace, still the corner of her mouth turns upwards for him. "Why yes, but... they don't normally last for more than ten seconds," her voice is a bit more pained and strained than before with more heaving gasps for breath in between the words, but somehow she manages to keep the light undertones to let him know she's still in good spirits - mentally speaking, anyway. "Any chance you'd consider following that guideline?"