Warriors and Priestesses. (For killcarrion)

Chuang had strong arms, that much was for certain. Being a martial artist since day one had resulted in that, it came in handy seeing as how he had been able to power out of the situations that his sparring partner had attempted to put into play. It was good too, Mikoto had been able to draw on her background in judo and wrestling to counter and toss the Chinese warrior around. But it seemed that when Mr Lingxian kept the priestess in place, that would tilt it in his favour. Chuang got lucky here though, managing to trap one of Mikoto's arms into his muscled embrace.

In keeping the priestess bound in his arms Chuang was able to detect her scent, that of her hair and body combined with the light sweat that had occurred from their sparring. The mixture of it all felt quite intoxicating to the Chinese warrior, but he knew that he had to try and focus here. His strength allowing him to hoist Mikoto right off her feet, if he looked at it from an outside perspective then Mr Lingxian might be surprised by his own strength here.

Mikoto had the in ring experience however, Chuang just didn't. And the Japanese woman had seemingly caught sight of the ropes nearby the young fighters, she was of course trying to make an escape. In doing so however the priestess was leaning forward, and pressing her chest closer into the face of the young man. His hot breathing going into the shirt which Mikoto donned under her wrestling outfit, and Mr Lingxian could feel the softness of her chest. Even through the fabric of her undershirt.

That said though Mikoto was saying to herself that she was nearly there, Chuang could hear that well enough. And knew from watching Qi's matches that if the priestess managed to get to the ropes Chuang would have to let go of the hold, he knew that he had the advantage here. Having to let go of this hold could take the advantage away from the Chinese warrior. The Chinese warrior was going to try and take a few steps forward away from the ropes, but with the way Mikoto was leaning Chuang was still being pressed closely to her chest. And the young man was forced to try and move his head so that his lips were down and away from her ample bosom. "Hgn, I've...got you now..." he muttered out.

It was only due to her own lack in judgement that Mikoto made the critical mistake of speaking up about how tragically close the nails of her fingertips were to the top rope. Desperation was most definitely clouding her judgment, so eager to find a way to break free of the hold that she willingly found herself engulfing Chuang's face within her supple orbs, flinching considerably from the heated exhales of air wafting against her chest. As mortifying as it was to purposefully rub up against him like this, the priestess would have considered it to be well worth the awkwardness if she could...just...reach...the...rope...

Mikoto gasped from the utter tragedy of Chuang marching them both away from the ropes, her tethered salvation now miles away in all directions. Seeing her only means for escape steadily back away into the distance was disheartening enough, but now she was stranded in the middle of the ring with the Chinese Warrior bearing down on her with as tightly constricting a bearhug she had ever been the victim of. Slowly sapping her strength with every exhausting second, Mikoto struggled to think of an alternate escape that didn't involve striking Chuang's head. The pre-fight stipulations prevented her from such actions, though even if that weren't the case she didn't think she would have it in her for such a violent recourse, especially against someone she was harboring a crush on.

Though the longer she struggled to formulate a plan, the more difficult it was to think straight about much of anything. The re-assertive tightening of the hold elevated the heated friction between them, her more delicate and curvy frame compressed against the chiseled musculature of the Chinese warrior.  The scintillating body heat from their sweaty, draining embrace was fogging up her thoughts, the priestess gradually sagging limply over his shoulder with her free arm draped over his neck as the seconds turned to minutes in the bearhug.

With her mobility taken from her and being subjected to the immense core strength from his rock hard upper body and muscled arms, the priestess found herself in the worst possible scenario she could think of in this match. Her options were extremely limited and Chuang was wisely keeping her trapped for a submission victory rather than transition to something she may have a chance to counter out of. Except rather than tap out and willingly concede the spar,...Miko remained bundled up in his grasps, her cheeks a rosy hue as she nuzzled suggestively against Chuang's sweat-moistened neck. Her lithe legs found the strength to wrap themselves around his waist, not to apply pressure, but to suggestively further their body contact and have her own grip on him for a change. Logic and reason had taken a backseat at the moment, the fuzzy haze in her mind allowing her to pursue and enjoy the sensual pleasure she was having from being this close to Chuang and having him all to herself...

Chuang was pondering on what to do from his current situation, from what Qi had showed or rather did on him. He learned that submissions are best done in the centre of the ring, the better to wear down the enemy and make things easier. That was something he learned, but inwardly would only think to do it if grounded and not able to punch at his said aggressor. It was simply how he was, but would work to adjust.

He wasn't thinking on that right now however, his eyes were actually closed right now. Chuang's face was currently a tad flustered, his breathing and facial features pressed close to the ample chest of the Japanese priestess. A woman who he couldn't help but admire given what she had told him of her past. Every second that Chuang had kept Mikoto in his hold was something that worked in his favour, even if the combined sweat of their sparring thus far had made his grip a tad hard. Thankfully his impressive upper body strength helped to make sure the priestess remained trapped in the grip of the Chinese warrior. Perhaps victory was in the grasp of the young man.

Mr Lingxian was lightly panting, the location of his head meant that he was close to the soft pillow chest of Mikoto. It felt like such a comfortable place, one that he would admit to enjoying. Although he was trying to remain focused on why he was here, to spar with the priestess. As he was contemplating that however Miko had done some motions, Chuang felt the beautiful legs of his sparring partner wrap around his waist.

But rather than apply pressure to try and prompt Chuang to let go of his hold, instead Mikoto had just done so to keep closer to the Chinese warrior. And he felt the head of the long haired Japanese woman move close to his neck, rubbing into it. The scent of Mikoto was intoxicating, combined with the beautiful attire that she donned. And Chuang lightly gasped, and would proceed to carefully move downwards. So that he was now sitting down with the priestess held in his lap, his iron grip had given way to a gentle holding of her in his arms. After a few seconds of this Chuang would proceed to move his head so that it was close to Mikoto's. "Are....you ok?" he muttered close into her ear.

Although Mikoto hadn't officially tapped out or conceded her defeat verbally, the priestess exhibited all the telltale signs of a wrestler who had no answers to escape a maneuver. The willingness to fight back was slowly being extinguished until she hung limply in his muscled embrace. If she had someone in her corner to throw in the towel, it no doubt would have been flying overhead by now. The priestess would come away from this spar learning the hard way that Chuang had more potential as a Tension competitor then someone as modest as him would probably ever admit, especially if he was able to earn such a decisive win over her.

But to her, that modesty was one of the more endearing traits about him. Along with how unabashedly straightforward he was with his emotions and the attentive kindness he has shown her since the day they met at the beach. It only made her want to get closer to him, but she found herself incapable of pressing forward in that direction given her shy, demure nature. As if there was an invisible barrier between them that was keeping her from reaching out to him. Perhaps being one reason why she found being clutched by him so tightly  to be so...tantalizing. Enrapturing her senses with the feel of his radiating aura along with the slight musk of their sweaty, sensual friction...it was all making her lose herself in the moment...

"...Nngh." The slight jostling from being lowered to sit on his thighs along with the loosened constriction of the hold caused her to lean back slightly, just enough so she could look into his eyes with their faces inches apart. The loosened slack caused her to breathe out gently and relax, though her legs remained securely wrapped around his waist as her own subtle way of showing she wanted this moment to continue. They were face to face but Mikoto found herself staring down and away, blushing considerably and unable to look him directly in the eye outside of a few quick glances.

A part of her was afraid to speak up for fear of her shy nature causing her to retreat back into herself, not that she could find the words to say anyway. The horribly awkward seconds of silence persisted and dragged the moment out. Matters of the heart were clearly not their area of expertise given their dedication towards their craft in martial arts and various responsibilities. Though due to that wall of politeness, neither of them had the gumption to take the initiative considering how clearly worked up they were. The flustered priestess would clench her eyes shut with no clue on where to go from here...until she started clearly making out the echoing voice in her head...now getting louder and more vibrant...one that sounded suspiciously like Suzu. Tilting her head up and with the gentlest of motions, Miko would allow only the faintest brush of her lush lips against Chunag's before slightly pulling back. As scintillating and teasing an act she could think of..and a clear indication to Chuang that she wanted him to kiss her...

It might have been a spar of course, but Chuang had at this point forgotten about that. It was about the part where the young man had whittled down Mikoto enough in his iron hold, ironic given that he had considered himself inept when it came to submissions. But he knew at least he had that move that he could use, inwardly prior to this Chuang was worried that how he'd do. Given that Miko had far more in ring experience than he did, so things could be on the up for the young man the next time he stepped into the ring proper.

But now that wasn't on Chuang's mind, the closeness of the priestess was something that was now taking his entire focus. He had been a tad worried about the state of her, given how she had become quiet in response to the constricting grasp he'd applied to her. Mr Lingxian had to admit that he enjoyed well, everything about Mikoto. She knew how to handle herself, was willing to put in the hard work when it was needed and was polite and kind. Quite frankly Chuang had been surprised that she was single, but given her outwardly demure nature it made sense. She was as his parents would say "Quite the catch."

The Chinese warrior's concern to Mikoto was evident in how he had sat down and loosened his arms, the priestess had moved her upper body away. Although Chuang had made sure to keep her supported with his hands, combined with the fact that the priestess had kept her long legs wrapped around him. It meant Mikoto was staying close to him, and as she took the chance to breathe and relax now she was now blushing quite a bit. Chuang smiled and politely looked away, only glancing at the woman a few times also.

Chuang was wanting to ask how she was, the spar had taken it's toll on the pair. Resulting in some light sweating, which made Mikoto and Chuang's skin seemingly glisten in the light. What followed was some awkward silence as both the warrior and the priestess caught their breath following their exchange of moves. As Ms Kusanagi closed her eyes the young man felt that he could gaze at her, and was content to simply do so.

Until Mikoto proceeded to tilt her head and with the grace that only a Japanese priestess could muster, she had brushed her lips close to that of Chuang's. It was only for a second, but Mr Lingxian would swear that lasted longer. He lightly gasped, but that was soon followed by Chuang leaning in close. Where he'd proceed to kiss the priestess with a burst of passion behind it, one hand on her back and the other moving to run his fingers through the beautiful hair of Mikoto. Qi did tell him to go for the kiss if he was given the chance, now was as good a time as any.

It was as subtle an innuendo towards her intentions she could think of, the briefest touch of her lips against his to further fan the flames and keep the spark lit between them. One that sent shivers down her own spine, not only from the lite peck but from feeling his warm breath waft against her lips. The priestess had recalled all the numerous tidbits of knowledge concerning using your feminine wiles to "drive all the hot guys crazy~..." At least that was how Suzu chose to describe it when she cheerfully doled out tips and tricks in the ways of sensuality. Though slightly embarrassed by the heated topic, Mikoto listened intently but inwardly never imagined in a million years putting that information to use.

However her teasing ways weren't done just to work up the poor Chinese warrior and get his blood pumping any more than it already was. The priestess wanted this to be a shared moment between the two, intending to coax Chuang into taking the initiative and demonstrate he wanted to move forward with this just as much as she did. His brief gasp introduced the nightmarish notion to her that perhaps she was indeed going too fast for him...all instantly forgotten when he took the lead for as passionate a kiss she could have imagined.

"Mmm~..." Mikoto's heart was practically beating out of her chest from the amorous affection behind their liplock, motionless at first but then eagerly reciprocating with slow, subtle movements of her own lips shifting against his. The sleeve of her vest crept down her shoulder until it fell off one arm and revealed more of her skin tight black shirt underneath. She found herself incapable of holding back a humming moan that sent vibrations into the kiss, along with a humping grind of her pelvis against his toned abdominals. The arm wrapped around his shoulder clutched him tighter as lustful instincts were in complete control of her actions...

"Mikoto-san!!...Dinner's almost ready~..."

...And with all the subtlety of a football shattering a frame of glass, the distant sound of Miko's mother signaling the enamored duo for dinner brought this moment to a screeching halt, the priestess' eyes widening into saucers before pulling back from the kiss she was thoroughly enjoying.

"W-We're on our way now!!!" Mikoto turned her head to hastily respond to her mother who was thankfully still off in the distance, then looking back at Chuang with a furiously flummoxed expression!! Her cheeks flashed beet red with her mouth agape. For the moment she was left at a complete loss for words as the outside world interrupted their fantastical solitude and brought the immense weight of her actions down upon her.

"I'm so sorry...I just...W-W-We should prob-probably be getting...getting back by now..." Her stuttering words barely had the time to get out of her jabbering mouth from how fast she was talking. The warmth of Chunag's embrace was sorely missed as she rose back up to her feet, the priestess a sweaty mess while she was readjusting her kimono from having nearly fallen off.

Chuang was wondering inwardly if the spar had ended, given how he had managed to put Mikoto into a rather effective submission hold. But he had put that far, far back into his mind. As he proceeded to make out with the Japanese Priestess, holding her close to him. The feelings that he had towards her were being let out in a sudden deluge, it had been a very long time since Chuang was in anything close to this situation with a woman. He hadn't been wanted, needed like this really before. The women in his school though of him as a polite guy, but considering his martial arts background they had been wary of him. And it was that which had prevented Chuang from having proper romantic relationships, where he was not able to connect with the girls around him.

Mikoto wasn't like that however, she was someone that he could be with and he truly admired. And relate to in so many ways, and now Chuang had found that Mikoto felt the same way. The feeling of a connection of love to another realised for him. He had been a stranger to the art of romance, he'd read stories with it of course. But as the Chinese warrior just discovered, it was a poor comparison indeed to the real thing. The closeness, the delightful scent, the beautiful hair, and the taste of Mikoto's lips. Chuang couldn't help but delight in it all, she had opened the door for him.

The priestess might have been lost in the air of passion and carnal feelings, but the young warrior was also in the midst of that. There had been a quiet yet loud enough moan in the throat of Chuang, his heart beating fast like the drums of war. As one of his hands moved through the captivating mane of Mikoto, his other arm began to slink downward. His fingers caressing the fabric of her red skirt, even as Ms Kusanagi proceeded to begin grinding herself into Chuang's toned body. If he sparred with Miko again like this, Chuang certainly wouldn't complain. As of right now he was taking all of this in, his built up feelings having given way to the current situation. His eyes glancing down to look at the delightful body that the priestess concealed under her usual attire.

But then he heard a voice, and instantly the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Which was then followed with Chuang's eyes bulging, and that was followed by the kiss suddenly ending. it was the proverbial needle scratch. The mother was calling. Chuang had looked, but thankfully it didn't seem like they had been caught. That would have been terrifying most likely, fate smiled on the young couple.

Mikoto was now in a stammering fit, and was seemingly brought back to her senses. And in doing that so had Chuang, who now was clearly flustered himself. Lightly biting his lower lip and rubbing the back of his head with one hand. Suddenly the Chinese warrior had felt a little cold after holding the Japanese woman for some time, but he shook that off and proceeded to stand back up. The sweat on Mikoto's body had made her skin shine in the lights, and he felt like he had worked himself up quite a bit too.

"Uh....yeah, better get dressed and stuff. You should um, get dressed Mikoto. I'll get my stuff on and meet you outside...." Chuang said, trying in vain to avoid watching Ms Kusanagi adjust her upper body attire. He knew he'd need to get dressed, and slipped out the ring. Taking off his green and red shirt, exposing his fully toned upper body chest.

Although when the Japanese priestess made to go somewhere separate to change, just before she left Chuang would go "Oh Mikoto um....thanks..." giving her a warm smile to show the relief that he had in knowing they had a mutual attraction. Then he'd proceed to change and get those worn sparring clothes back into his gym bag, it was then slung over his shoulders and Mr Lingxian would politely wait for Mikoto to appear. Smiling as he played the recent events through his mind.

While backpedaling towards the sliding doors, the sight of an unknowing Chuang disrobing and revealing his chiseled features now glistening from his sweat was a sight that seemed to play out in slow motion in her head...lewd thoughts abounding before she forced herself to look away and continue towards the exit. She was halfway there before she perked her head back up and turned around when Chuang addressed her...widening her eyes from his sheepish thanks. The humble gesture brought a matching smile to her face. It was just what she needed to hear. A brief acknowledgment of their shared feelings for each other outside of their sensual embrace and when they were both of sound mind and body.

"...Y-you're welcome...I mean, thanks, to you...too...I...I should go get dressed..." Talking nervously while walking backwards led to Miko accidentally brushing into the punching bag, chuckling nervously while readjusting it before making her own exit. A steamy shower was an absolute necessity at this point, not just to wash off their combined sweat and lingering musk, but to give herself well-needed time to reflect on the most sensual last five minutes of her life~...

Even with the cooling waters trickling down her nude form, reliving the vivid sensations of being that intimately close to him was adding a few extra beats to her racing heart. She imagined retelling the story of the first time she had made out with a guy would probably need to be repeated due to how unorthodox it was. Now thinking back on how she so lovingly caressed and made to feel special by someone she had been crushing on since they first met. A caring and strong-willed pillar of masculinity with the strength to protect her if needed or the compassion to hold her gently in his arms...

*...And he was such a good kisser too...*giggle*...* The more she thought back on it, the more she wished their moment had lasted just a little bit longer, cheerfully hopping out the shower and dying to get back to him. Sporting her traditional priestess attire once more, Miko peeked around the corner and spied the handsome Chinese Warrior seemingly lost in thought. After a few seconds of eyeing him from afar, Miko would stealthily maneuver behind Chuang and clutch his muscled left arm tightly, holding it close to her cushiony chest enough that he could probably feel her heart beat.

"Sorry to make you wait. Maybe...maybe we should take the long way back~..." The priestess was obviously still riding high with her head in the clouds, giddy as a schoolgirl as she led him away with a heart-warming smile in Chunags direction. The bristling winds complimented the serenity of their shared solitude, walking past gardens and a separate prayer shrine along the cobble stoned walkway. Miko affectionately laid her cheek on his shoulders before speaking up, closing her eyes briefly as she waited for his reply. "I...I suppose it's pretty clear how we feel about eachother now, isn't it?  There may have been stranger ways to get that message across, but none that I can think of at the moment~..."

Chuang felt elated, like a kite in the sky. He had ran that sparring match through his head over and over, but not in the way one would where you'd assess what you could improve on or anything like that. It was with him thinking about the things like that bearhug, and the kiss. Mr Lingxian had never felt so worked up before, but in a really good way. Chuang lightly bit his lower lip, if he focused hard enough he could still taste Mikoto there.

Which was then followed by the feeling that it wasn't a dream, that actually happened. And the priestess had feelings for him! What they did, that pretty much settled it. And Chuang felt so happy that Mikoto had felt the same way as he did, this had been the best thing to happen for him since he came to Japan. No doubt about it.

He had heard the telltale sounds of a shower, and had waited patiently for Mikoto. She would arrive when she was ready, Chuang had considered texting Qi. Telling his Sister that he got a kiss, and all that. Although Qi was going to ask for details probably, and Mr Lingxian felt a tad embarrassed at how he'd have to tell it. His Sister would probably ask for him to repeat it, and then the parents would ask and.....

Chuang block those thoughts out, and replaced them with Mikoto. She was in his mind a fantastic woman, she knew how to fight, had a kind heart and was willing to work hard and do right by her family. Very great virtues, all put together and including a brilliant body and beautiful hair to go with it. Inwardly the young man mused on perhaps following in her example with regards to one's mane.

All of that was put on hold though as the Japanese priestess revealed herself, Chuang could feel the vibrations of her heart and how it pumped strongly. As well as of course the delightful chest of Mikoto, which earlier had been quite close to his face. And the young woman latched herself to Chuang and insisted on taking the long way, and instantly Chuang was feeling possibly even happier than before. "Heh sure, lead the way." he said in response.

He grinned as Ms Kusanagi led him on a cobble stoned walkway, the winds and calming silence helped in Chuang relaxing and taking the chance to enjoy this time with Mikoto. She lay her head on his shoulder, and Mr Lingxian waited for her to finish with her words. Chuang turned his head and placed it gently on top of Mikoto's, sampling the delightfully long hair that she had. The Chinese warrior would then mutter "Hrmm, yeah it's settled I think. It might have been an odd way of going about it, but I think on one thing. About how happy I am to be yours, there's just so much about you that I find attractive." Chuang would then move his head and lightly kiss Mikoto's forehead in a playful manner.

Fluttering sakura leaves danced in tandem with the brisk autumn winds that brought a slight chill to the air and a dreamlike ambiance to the casual stroll. The purposefully prolonged detour around the outskirts of her shrine was Miko's way of simultaneously giving them a few extra seconds to sort through their emotions now that the initial awkwardness had subsided, and simply to enjoy eachother's company before meeting back up with her doting mother for the dinner portion of their dinner date.

Devoting practically the entirety of her time and energy into her various responsibilities, whether it was caring for the shrine or managing her resurgent wrestling career, left her with scant few chances to pursue matters of the heart. A small part of her was actually somewhat...grateful, for that though. Her shy and reserved demeanor always made her rather squeamish whenever she was dragged along with the other Wrestle Angels to go clubbing, and tending to her shrine was usually her way of politely excusing herself.

Speaking with guys just seemed to come so much more naturally for her fellow angels than for her, especially when it came to sifting through the numerous suitors that their Wrestle Angel fame attracted to find the right ones to opening yourself up to. Though the more time she spent with Chuang...the more she felt she felt she had found one...

"...*giggle*...well, before we decide on who belongs to who, let's see if we can get through tonight's dinner without Okaa-san catching on to us." Miko clasped onto the muscled arm she was hugging even tighter after the affectionate peck on her forehead, her cheek still nuzzled against his broad shoulder. "She may have some suspicions about what we were up to, but if it's possible I'd like to tell her about us at a more proper time. N-not that she wouldn't approve!! It's just that, uh, I'm not sure how she would react to us sort of...getting carried away in the family dojo..." Mikoto may have been acting childish, but the prospect of breaking the news to her mother was suddenly making her exceedingly nervous, a worried look on her face as she looked down towards the cobblestoned walkway below them...