Tension Tag Tourney Round 1: The Higurashi Twins Vs. The Valkyries

Mamouru cursed himself for misjudging distance. He had thought he had cleared the distance between them before he shot but instead ended up in a bad position, on the mat and vulnerable as Divine stepped back. He narrowed his eyes as he watched her and slowly started to push up only watch her swing a kick at him.

He threw himself backwards, landing on his back but just avoiding the kick. His arms and knees cam up and he waited for her. If she was going to come at him, she was going to find it difficult. Maybe she would back away and let him get back to his feet.

Divine was fast. But, then, so was Mamoru. Firm, fit, and flexible, too, which made her wish things weren't so serious, here. Those attributes could be much better applied in so many situations.

Divine swung around from the kick just in time to see Mamoru on the floor, looking ready to make his way back up. Taking him on the ground was risky - he had the weight advantage, strength was on his side, and he was unquestionably a better wrestler than she was, pound for pound. He could outmanuever her and get a pin with just the right moves.

But letting him get up? That was dangerous, too. She'd barely dodged that last move, and he wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

She figured her best chance was to strike while the iron was blazing hot, so she went in for the kill without another moment of hesitation. Divine pounced on Mamoru like a jungle cat, jumping up and trying to land on his stomach with a schoolboy pin. She wanted to feel his body against her thighs for one thing, but she also had a few other moves in mind for the followup. She just needed the position, first.

Mamouru was in the turtle position, waiting for Divine to make her move while he watched her carefully. HE probably looked quite silly but Cassie had taught him a few things and he had made sure to keep at them. However, Divine seemed to vault over her guard and there wasn't much at all he could do about it. His eyes widened.

Her body crashed onto his stomach, almost cheaply, and Mamouru arched his hard body against hers. "Gunhgh!" Still, he didn't have time to rest on his laurels and he threw his arms up to try and grab onto her arms and hold them in the position they were in. If she wanted to rub against him, she'd definitely feel that. Maybe she'd be distracted while Mamouru tried to work a submission.

On top. Where Divine was meant to be.

She thoroughly enjoyed the feel of Mamoru's body giving way under her waist as she crashed down on him, the way her squirmed around her hardened thighs, the feel of his escaping breath on her chest. Ever since her little encounter with Ro at the club, she'd been craving more dominant encounters like this, the chance to really be in control. From what she'd seen of him, Mamoru would be more than capable of satisfying her.

She started to move in and reach for his hands, but he got his grip on her wrists before she had the chance. Divine just smiled down on him as her dangling hairs slid along his face. He had two of her limbs, but her other two were far more powerful, and she demonstrated it by closing her thighs together and squeezing his middle in between. She probably couldn't get as much pressure as she would have enjoyed with a true scissorhold, but it would do as a start.

"Well, you have me." She leaned down and darted her tongue out, letting it graze his lips. "Now what?"

"Hnnng..."

Mamouru watched as Divine leaned over, pressing her breasts into his bare chest and squeezing her thighs against him. She was even toying with him as her lops licked his. Normally, he might be inclined to show her and maybe he would, but not until he was in a better position.

He grinned as he looked up at her. "Mmm... dirty..." He said and opened his mouth, trying to grab her tongue with his lips and suck, hoping to pull it into her mouth like a vacuum.

And he had just told Alaina he wasn't interested in doing things with girls. Well, that was a moot point on about a billion different levels now. And, at least, Divine's hair covered their faces. Really he just wanted to hold her in place while he brought both of the hands that clenched her wrists forward and tried to box her ears with her own arms.

For all of half a second, it occurred to Divine that Mamoru, like Johnny, might have had a girlfriend, and that she was treading on marked ground. Then she remembered that she didn't give a damn, and all the worries fled away.

While she preferred women, Divine had her tastes for men, too, and Mamoru was far more delectable than most. Many of the men she'd been with would just sit back and take it, but not this one. He knew how to be active. He knew how to use that mouth of his for more than rough kisses and moaning. She didn't fight him as he pulled at her tongue - no, she encouraged it, pressing into his mouth and letting their tongues hold their own, private wrestling match.

It was a sexual and sensually sinful moment, which made it all the more abrupt when Mamoru brought it to a screeching stop.

The blow rocked Divine's head and and made her jerk up as the pain shot into her skull. She cried out, a shrill shriek that went all the way to the farther seats, then did the only thing she could think of doing from this position: she dropped her body back down and came at him with a headbutt. Far too much like Mako's style for her tastes, but she was painfully short on options.

Mamouru groaned as their heads collided. It seemed to work, what he did, which was fine so Mamouru tried to heave Divine off of him so he could crawl away and regroup. He bucked his hips while he tried to push with her own wrists and fling him off of her.

The headbutt collided, but between that and the bashing around her ears, Divine felt like she was getting the worst of the exchange. She shook her head and tried to clear the cobwebs, but Mamoru flung her off before she had the chance, making her tumble to the side.

Mako stomped her feet on the apron, trying to get her attention. "Less fucking, more fighting!" And that was what she really needed on top of it all: Mako's version of cheerleading.

Divine rolled to her stomach and started to push up, looking back at Mamoru with some mild irritation on her face. "Dirty, huh?"

Mamouru groaned and turned back to look at Divine. "That's right." He said, smiling at her irritation. He tried to get to his feet first so he could spin around and try and catch her with a kick to her plentiful chest while she was still getting up.

Divine started to make her way back up, but Mamoru's foot put a stop to that before she had the chance. The attack took her by surprise - not because it was illegal or anything, but because it seemed more like something Mako would do. Johnny, maybe. Not the sort of actions you'd expect from such a ladies' man. Apparently, he liked things rougher than she'd anticipated.

She had exactly one second to comtemplate it before she was dropped on her back. She glared back up at him and started to sit up again, rubbing her chest along the way. If he liked things dirty, Divine would give him all the dirt he wanted. She'd bury him.