The Girl in Black

Carmen decided to roll them around again once they're on their sides, and Kuro was dragged along as she's still trying to release the headlock from around her neck. It's slightly disorienting for her, getting rolled around while trapped in the lock like this, and once they finally stopped, she realized that she's now at the bottom of the Latina. This certainly wasn't a good position to be.

"Urghh..."

This was a very good position to be. For Carmen.

With Kuro on the floor beneath her, weighed down by almost 200 pounds of solid, boxing woman, she figured it would be safe to sit back and relax a little. Enjoy the moment. Bask. She sat up with her arms folded and looked down at the younger woman, and for once, she didn't have to fake the smug look on her face.

"Right where I want you." She reached back and ran her fingers under Kuro's skirt, giving her a light touch - to start with, for now. It wouldn't stay that way for long. She wiggled a bit, settling into her new seat. "I forgot how soft you were..."

Kuro tried to buck herself, but Carmen wasn't exactly a lightweight like hers. Even then, the pale skinned girl would have tried again if it wasn't for the sudden touch of the girl's fingers under her skirt. She gasped instead, before glaring at the smug looking Latina on top of her.

"You know you're going to pay for this... insubordination, right?" she hissed. "It's not going to be as light as the one you received earlier... I promise you..."

The urge to make her statement more convincing by punching Carmen was growing, but in this kind of position, she felt that it'd be too easy to read considering that was her only option to fight back at the moment. The girl was a boxer herself, so it'd be kind of silly to attempt that against someone who knew her stuffs. At the very least, however, Kuro would try to make it difficult for Carmen if the girl tried to pin her arms or something.

That one got a rare laugh out of Carmen. Not a giggle or a chuckle like she usually did - a full, honest laugh, and it wasn't just for the character she was trying to potray. Seeing Kuro make threats from this position was a sight to behold. Partly because she made it sound so convincing, partly because of the situation they were in, partly because her voice tickled the insides of Carmen's thigh. This was domination at its finest.

"I'm the one paying?" She started to let a curious finger play around the edges of Kuro's panties, tease at slipping inside. Just teasing. For now. "From where I sit," She gave her a little bounce, trying to ride down her struggle. "You're the one benefitting the most out of this exchange. If you just sit back and relax, you might actually enjoy this."

Carmen's laugh made Kuro's cheeks blushed genuinely. The Latina was probably the only person to ever laughed in front of her threat. Sure she had a convincing position, but none of her enemies in the past ever had the nerve to laugh at her even if they got her secured. Probably because they had never seen her being subdued in the bed, unlike Carmen - who actually did the job herself. That's why she could laugh, Kuro figured, but that didn't make the warm sensation on her cheeks faded. Not with what the girl did next.

"Mmmhh..." she tried to hold herself back from moaning, which was helped by Carmen bouncing. "I'll enjoy... beating you senseless... once I get out from this..." the pale skinned girl tried to keep her character. "Better count your blessings..."

It was unspeakably cute, and even though that was a word she could rarely use to describe Kuro, somehow this was a rare instance where it fit perfectly. Maybe it was the age difference between them, maybe it was just her quiet nature, maybe it just the way Carmen had a view that few women ever got to see with the gangster girl beneath her. All the same, it was utterly satisfying.

She wanted to touch more of her. Right then, right here.

Carmen moved back a bit now that Kuro seemed more docile, daring to let her hand slide over the chest of her 'boss'. She started a gentle rub, up and down, getting a good feel for what was underneath. She teased at slipping her hand in from the bottom of her shirt and working her way up, tickling the skin around her waist...but she held back, just for the moment, to watch her lover's reactions. To gauge.

"Nnnhh..." Kuro's moaning became more apparent despite her effort to hold it back, although she kinda realized that it's impossible once Carmen starting to work on her body.

It might have been a while, but she doubted the Latina had forgotten how to turn her putty. Carmen seemed to be starting doing that slowly, rubbing her chest up and down before slipping a hand under her shirt. Kuro wriggled under the girl, her breathing getting heavier and the pale skin on her cheeks starting to rose slightly. Eventually she decided to use her hands for something.

She'd reach for one of Carmen's breast while the other trying to push her on the shoulder. It's a weak attempt to say the least, but if she did nothing at all, then it'd have looked as if she just gave up from some molesting. Not fitting for her character, and definitely not sitting well with her fighter side as well, even if the temptation to do so was getting bigger...

"What do you think... you're doing... uhhh..."

"I'm administering CPR." Carmen chuckled, and kept up her amorous efforts. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

She grabed the hand that was pressing against her breast and held it place, making Kuro grip her harder and tighter. She liked those hands just where they were, and she wasn't inclined to move them from those spots, even with the feeble resistance her 'boss' was putting up.

"Getting a little weak, there." Carmen's hand starting make its way northward, slinking left and right as it neared Kuro's breasts, almost as if it didn't know the proper way. It had been a while, after all. "What's wrong? She brought their faces together, as if going for a kiss, but stopped with only a couple of inches seperating their lips. "You're not quite as vocal as you were before. You seem distracted..."

"Doesn't look... like CPR to me..." Kuro replied, looking away briefly as she realized that it's getting difficult to maintain the tough act.

At least she didn't knew a CPR that required the recipient's hand to grab the other person's breast. Joke aside, she's getting the urge to get much stronger contact, definitely not the kind of what Carmen was giving her at the moment.

She turned her head back, only to see the Latina's face so close to hers, but not moving forward for a kiss that she... wouldn't mind receiving. Of course Kuro already knew that Carmen could be a tease as well, which was why she fought the temptation to lock lips with the girl. She was very distracted indeed.

"Get off me," the pale skinned girl demanded, bucking her body a little to try emphasizing her point, in case her voice was no longer filled with full authority.

Carmen easily rode down Kuro's struggles. While she wasn't the biggest woman in the AFW, she was definitely in the top 10%, without question. If she didn’t want to move, Kuro wasn’t going to move her, and she easily rode down the pale-skinned woman’s sensual struggles.

”’Get off me’.” Carmen repeated, getting Kuro’s accent down well enough for a half-decent impression. ”If you going to say that, you need to say it…”

Carmen brought their lips together with a sudden kiss. It wasn’t a hard one, nowhere near as forceful as you might’ve guessed to watch the play up until this point. But it was wet. It was hot. Her tongue was fully involved, dancing along the tips of Kuro’s teeth, and she pulled away after it was done with a little chuckle.

”Like you mean it.”