Demand Match: Adrian Knight vs. Makoto Takeda - Date Night

This was Mako's first kiss.

That fact hadn't even occurred to her at first. Not until she saw his lips coming towards her and she realized he was actually going to go through with it. Her first kiss, a moment that was going to stay with her the rest of her life, was going to be on the dirty floor of a boiler room while she was soaked in sweat after a brutal fight with a former mixed martial artist. She couldn't imagine a better scenario.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and soaked in the kiss, her tongue wildly lapping about his mouth, as if she were mapping it out by feel. She closed her eyes to savor the moment as a low moan rumbled out of her throat, and her legs lazily slid along his. After a few sensual seconds passed by, she pulled away and stared at him, her gaze full of pure desire. "Want to go by my place? Finish this there?"

It wasn't his first. Not by a long shot, as a man, he was proud to say. But it was the first time he did so he'd felt such a kindred spirit. Though, it was also his first time in a hot, dirty boiler room while he was covered in sweat, bruises, and scrapes.

But, none of that seemed to mind in that moment as they kissed, their tongues having a bit of a grappling match of their own. Once they finally broke the kiss, he smiled down at her, meeting her eyes with his as she spoke. "I thought you'd never ask." He replied with a grin before moving to unwind himself from her arms and legs so he could stand. "We should just do this there, next time. Save ourselves the trip." He chuckled as he pushed himself up slowly. Though, standing didn't come easily. His ankle was throbbing, his arms felt like the bones within were made of silly putty and the sweat mingling with the scrapes on his back sent constant waves of stinging pain through him. All things he'd forgotten about until the moment he'd stood.

He offered the hand of his less injured arm down to her to help her to her feet.

She took his hand and pulled, popping up to her feet with a little bounce. Truth be told, she wouldn't have had a single problem with taking him right there on the floor. It wasn't like the cameras were rolling anymore, and she wouldn't have cared too much even if they were. She was already partly stripped and very eager after that match.

But there was the matter of dehydration to worry about, and the cramps were starting to get worse. A gallon or two of water first, then she'd rock Adrian like a hurricane.

She had a real, genuine laugh at his joke, the innocent kind she rarely indulged in these days. "Come on, stud." She gave his hand a little squeeze and started leading him out, hoping she'd find the exit before they both passed out.