Meeting with the Crimson Eye (Phoebe and Seraphim)

Phoebe would groan and stir against Seraphim as she found her breast being used to support Seraphim's weight. Her hand would try to grab Seraphim's wrist to try to divert the pressure.

Phoebe's eyes still carried a quiet intensity, even though it was plainly obvious that she wasn't capable of acting on it. Her gaze met Seraphim's silently. Seraphim's smile elicited only an arched eyebrow of disbelief from Phoebe.

"*Cough* ...C'mon... don't tell me... you're giving up... yet.. are you..?" Even now, unable to move properly, and barely finding it possible to raise herself up, Seraphim's pained but proud smile remained, like she was still certain she could win this despite her broken state. She knew all the wounds she felt today would be healed with a few days of rest, and she respected Phoebe for not imposing any serious injuries, just like Seraphim made sure to do the same to her. But even so, the fight had put on enough attacks between the two of them that they were both physically exhausted. Yet, that didn't stop Seraphim from trying to put on a strong expression on her features, even when Phoebe gripped her wrist that was now grinding into Phoebe's breast so roughly.

Her legs wouldn't move, she tried to get to her knees, knowing she could stand if she could sit up on her knees. But the more she tried, the less they wanted to respond, and so she was forced to be laying upon Phoebe, currently struggling now as her partner grabbed her hand. The two seemed to be in a stalemate, and Seraphim still had the bark even though she lost her bite, clearly finding this painful exhaustion to be exciting, truly an animal who wouldn't stop until she was dead.

Phoebe pursed her lips in a bit of surprise at Seraphim's willpower. Still panting heavily, her warm breath brushing against Seraphim's face, Phoebe murmured in her steady tone, "Heh... Am I... going to have to... kill you to... shut you up?" Her eyes still bore into Seraphim's with determination... but with a bit of playful, friendly respect, too. Raising her other hand weakly, she would aim a slap at Seraphim's face. It would hit with little more energy than the weight of her hand. Her legs would shift weakly in a vain attempt to alleviate some pain, bringing Phoebe's sore, sweaty thigh to rub against Seraphim's crotch, pressing gently into her womanhood largely by accident.

There was a soft but pained laugh from Seraphim's lips at that comment, her grin never fading as she remained on top of Phoebe, only able to raise her head as she looked at her partner, finding this whole situation to be somewhat amusing and humerous. Never before had she ended up in what was pretty much becoming a double-knockout, but even now the two were trying to make sure oe attained the victory instead of the other. "..Not even the Devil... can drag me to Hell. There's no.. 'dead or alive'... with me." Seraphim said with her pride still lingering, even as she was broken down and beaten, still lying against Phoebe as her arm gave way by now after the slap.

"Nnya!" It stung, that was for sure, and Seraphim let out a sharp yelp as her face turned to the side, a large red imprint along her cheek now from the attack. She tried to let that slap become her wake-up call, and she blinked a few more times, groaning and stirring just a little as she would attempt to push herself up again. Before that was possible though, Seraphim only managing to get her trembling arms on the mat while her face remained lifted from Phoebe's breasts now, she nearly rolled aside, but was stopped by a whole different sensation entirely.

Phoebe's leg slowly rose, and without a chance to even struggle, Seraphim felt her black stocking covered thigh glide upwards, suddenly touching a most sensative area Seraphim had. [size=90:1qq3fb7h]"..Aah...h-haah.." Immediattly her eye begun to flutter and her body lost it's tension completely when she felt her womanhood gently being pressed against. Falling nearly limp, she once again found her face falling into Phoebe's bosom, not turned to it's side from the slap as she felt the warm and soft thight press ever so delicately into her crotch, making her face fluster a deep red, and even causing her to stick her rear upwards a little, her lower body starting to shake in a deep lust as she reacted to the pleasure.

Feeling Seraphim fall limp against her caused Phoebe's adrenalin to fade... this fight wasn't going anywhere. She sighed softly as Seraphim's face was once again planted in her breasts, Phoebe herself too weak to do much but stir.

"G-get... off." She would mutter, but that was the small part of her that still thought winning was a priority. Another part of her felt itself surprised that she was enjoying having the warm, sexy, sweaty body writhing atop her. Moaning softly, she would relax herself, her arm falling lazily across Seraphim's shoulder.

For those few moments Phoebe's thigh was pressed into her crotch, Seraphim felt her hips begin to wiggle slightly, like she was subconsciously attempting to make the pleasure feel even better for herself. But Phoebe would soon relax herself, just as Seraphim had, both girls practically limp against one another. She was tempted to say the least, just to call it here and rest. Seraphim knew there was no way she could manage a punch against Phoebe, and instead their exhausted, moist bodies were lying on one another, both just trying to find the will to move and fight on. But at this point, as Phoebe let out a soft moan, Seraphim stirred, trying very slowly to lift her head again, that half shut crimson eye of hers looking up at Phoebe's once more. Those violet orbs were absolutely gorgeous, even as she was completely beaten down; the both of them probably lingering just barely onto consciousness. But Seraphim rose her head just a bit more, getting her body propped just a bit further as she snaked it along, her body rubbing into Phoebe's her now firm breasts rising to meet with Phoebe's, her C-cup breasts pressing down into Phoebe's ample chest as she leaned down again, their faces merely inches from one another.

"I think... I'll stay right here." Seraphim said with a delicate whisper, her eye still glued into Phoebe's as her face slowly got closer, letting the moment take her. The entire match, Seraphim felt an attraction to this woman, one she had not gotten from anyone else in the League so far. And she wasn't sure just what it was. But at this point, as her body lied pressed against Phoebe's and she found something strongly arousing about the entire ordeal; she felt the need to confirm these suspicions. And that was why, in a few moments after those words, Seraphim slowly came down, weakly pursing her lips together and closing her eye before attempting to go for a brief and delicate kiss with her soft lips.

Phoebe's eyes met Seraphim's expectantly as she taunted... ever so stubborn. She watched Seraphim approach, saying nothing, but parting her lips in expectation of their kiss. Acting entirely on instinct now, she returned it... weakly, but still passionately. Her entire body seemed to relax completely now, her left hand reaching up and running through a few loose strands of Seraphim's ivory hair. As of right now, Seraphim seemed some sort of beautiful angel or valkyrie... visiting a fallen warrior. She relished it.

Ever since Seraphim had entered this League, she had found herself getting into more contact with other woman than ever before. And it wasn't uncommon for their to be a kiss of some sort in one, and Seraphim had seen her share between matches and spars. But, between all the times she had gotten into contact with another woman, not only in the ring, but at jail as well, and even younger when she was a street rat, nothing, absolutely never had she found the kiss to be anything like this before. It only drew her in further, wanting no more than this exchange between their lips, slowly opening her mouth as she let her tongue slide down slowly, only if Phoebe allowed it. The beautiful kiss they shared wasn't about who was going to win any more, there had been no struggle of dominance, or to wear down one another, it was all about the moment. These few seconds, Seraphim wanted no more than to try something to see if her feelings were true or deceiving, and as their lips remained locked, she knew this was so right.

A soft moan escaped between breaths, and her eye closed completely as she just lied there, her body pressed against Phoebe's while they kissed, and she felt at ease when Phoebe's fingertips gently glided through her long, white locks of hair. No longer did she think of this girl as being a potential partner, but... perhaps even something more? The thought clouded Seraphim's judgment, and she weakly managed to raise her hand up to softly stride along the side of Phoebe's chin and jaw, her actions meager and weak from the exhaustion, but still sensual and delicate, like she understood just how to treat her fallen warrior and embrace her.

Phoebe slowly began to come to terms with the fact that this wonderful feeling was real... not imagined. She was conscious. The angel atop her was Seraphim. And all of this was wonderfully, wonderfully real. She gave herself completely to the kiss... all her feelings about this strange woman, questionable and tangible, ever since she first met her spiraled into this perfect moment.

Phoebe had no shortage of relations with other women in the past... many of them were short, brutal, affairs only to sate their mutual desires, some were founded on dishonesty. Her most recent and frequent partner was Elena... who was in general the polar opposite of this moment, full of violent, raw, furious passion, but none of what made this moment so perfect...

It wasn't a fluke. She really wanted this woman... not just as a partner. It was an emotion she had never really felt before... an emotion she wasn't quite sure she'd ever feel. She didn't want to think about that or if she was thinking too fast... she just wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as she could.

Phoebe's lips seem to quiver in surprise at Seraphim's tongue, but they soon opened invitingly, Phoebe's tongue meeting it gracefully. She quivered softly as Seraphim caressed her jawline, stirring Phoebe to trace a sensual line around behind Seraphim's ear, coming down to cup her jaw softly.

There was no real way to understand it. But then again, love was something no one really understood, and Seraphim knew it was that very reason she felt so deeply enthralled in this heated passion, unguided and simply going with what her heart told her. When Phoebe's lips parted as well and allowed Seraphim's tongue to enter, it was another small sign of acceptance that she took in and was overjoyed with, no longer afraid that Phoebe may reject her, and instead continuing.

Her tongue danced slowly around Phoebe's like they were in a tango, and the heated kiss only left her moaning softly once again, clearly becoming enthralled and aroused in the storm of love, never wanting to stop now. The only fear she had left was going to far now, uncertain if she should dare touch this woman anywhere else now since it couldn't be seen as accidental, and not wanting to take things too far when they were just starting a beautiful exchange of passion. However, her bodies were already pressed together, leaving Seraphim's slowly firming breasts to remain flattened into Phoebe's which she very slowly tried to grind into, barely able to shift her body up and down to let her bosom softly brush up and down against her partners. The entire time, she found comfort in having Phoebe's fingertips along her jaw, guiding her kiss she never dared to break.