Meeting with the Crimson Eye (Phoebe and Seraphim)

This was wonderful. Phoebe merely allowed herself to come undone, to let this passion take control, her lips and tongue continuing their heavenly tango with this positively enthralling woman. Her entire body was aching and exhausted, but it didn't matter, not with Seraphim here.

Phoebe's right hand continued to stroke Seraphim's jaw and cheek mindlessly, completely giving herself over to this kiss. Finding energy she didn't know she had in this state, Phoebe's left hand began to journey down Seraphim's spine, caressing the small of her back softly.

Seraphim's bosom danced with Phoebe's... eliciting soft moans. Phoebe's chest was still tender and Seraphim could feel it in the reactions she drew from Phoebe.

She had never expected things to end like this, but in the end, it was probably the best ending to any match she ever had. In fact, this was no longer a match to her, but a true expression of their feelings. There was no doubt in Seraphim's mind that this kiss they shared was of true romance. Nothing seemed forced, there was no hollow lust, just the real desite to be with one another, and express their growing feelings of love they possessed. She never thought she would find it here in the League, but right now, there was no denying that Seraphim had finally found a person she felt comfortable with, never wanting to leave Phoebe's embrace.

Finally, if only for a breath, Seraphim gently broke away their kiss, a small line of saliva left between their lips as her eye fluttered open, and she looked into hers with a soft and gentle expression, her face heated vermillion red from how deeply she got into the kiss. Her breath came in heavy pants, enthralled by the moment, but still left with so much more to desire, and she parted her lips. Though not for a kiss, but to say a few caring words from the heart to her new partner and perhaps something more. "You're.. really something special.. you know that?" She paused for a moment, her words still a little struggled from the exhaustion as she spoke between breaths. But then whispered to last words right into the woman's ear as she rested her head into Phoebe's shoulders, feeling like she might pass out at any moment now, the kiss sapping away her already exhausted strength, tilting her head still towards Phoebe as it lied gently upon her left shoulder.

"..Thank you."

Phoebe sighed happily as Seraphim broke the kiss, unwilling really to let it end, but still happy to savor the moment all the same. Her normally stoic features seemed to melt into contentment, a much warmer smile crossing her face than Seraphim had ever seen out of Phoebe... probably warmer than anyone had ever seen out of the girl.

Phoebe's warm, panting breath would brush lightly against Seraphim's face as she seemed content to stare into Seraphim's eye forever. "You too." She would whisper weakly as Seraphim's head fell down to her ear. Phoebe's arm would wrap around Seraphim's head, caressing it gently, her eyes closed. "You're wonderful." She would whisper in Seraphim's ear, stroking Seraphim's hair.

At this point, there was no energy left in Seraphim to even move now. She was still lingering on to consciousness, but only by a thread, instead lying limp in Phoebe's arms as her body remained upon her partner's, not even daring to try moving at this point. Seraphim had gotten her kiss, it was all she wanted at that moment, and she could only smile to herself in satisfaction to hear Phoebe's words, knowing now that this wasn't some fluke and there really was a passion between them.

The woman's arms around her head so delicately felt like a shelter to her. Protected from anything as she lied against her, feeling like nothing else mattered when Phoebe held her like this. Honestly, she wouldn't have anything else in the world right now other than being right here like they were now, tenderly embraced among one another as Seraphim's eye slowly shut, letting out a soft breath as she felt ready to fade into a soft slumber. It didn't matter where she was, as long as she could do so in Phoebe's arms right now, nothing else seemed to matter.

Phoebe felt herself slowly drifting away. She clung to every second of consciousness she could. Partly out of a competitive urge that she considered silly, but mostly because being here, squeezing Seraphim tightly, feeling her warm breath against her ear... Phoebe felt for a brief moment that there was nothing else in the world... only her and Seraphim... and she never wanted to let go... to lose this moment. At least for now, she felt safe... content... as though everything were perfect. Eventually, she succumbed to her exhaustion and drifted off to blissful slumber.

Neither of them likely knew how long they slept. Seraphim would likely stir before Phoebe, only to notice a tall, powerfully built, amply endowed, violet haired woman standing above them, staring down at Seraphim curiously. She was clad in a leather jacket, a black t-shirt, thigh high boots, and jeans. As she would notice Seraphim stir, her eyebrows would arch, "Well, hello," she would utter seductively, but quietly, aiming not to disturb Phoebe's rest.

Seraphim's world of unconconcious thoughts had been a peaceful one for once. Since her childhood, Seraphim had always claimed that she never dreamed, and that her mind was plagued only with nightmares. But today was different. Laying here in the ring, untouched by anyone, Seraphim was gently drifted into a sleep, her head resting lightly against Phoebe's bosom like they had been the most comfortable pillows to her in the world, and her face was still lightly flushed red from the entire time the two had spent together. But, most of all, as she laid there on her partner, there was a smile, a smile on her face that showed she was not only happy for the short time she spent with Phoebe, but that for the first time in her life, her rest was filled with pleasant dreams, untouched by the dark nightmares that normally plagued her mind.

Overtime though, unaware of how long had passed, Seraphim's crimson eye lightly fluttered, and soon opened to become revealed to the world once again, realizing slowly where she was and what happened. She was still in the ring, and on Phoebe's body who was resting?? They... hadn't been moved at all? Seraphim imediattly flustered as a mass of thoughts came to her mind all at once. Did anyone do anything to them? What was really these feelings about Phoebe she felt meaning all of the sudden? And... should she steal another kiss while she could? Seraphim stirred just a little, her body still aching, but enough to move as she slowly rolled off to the side, her body no longer coated in sweat, but still red and sore before she rolled to her back, staring up at... a woman?

"...Who are you?" Seraphim asked with a long breath, her arms oustretched as she lied on her back, looking strait up at the violet haired woman with her crimson eye, unsure of what she was doing here and why she watched them? Couldn't she spend a little bit of alone time with Phoebe...?

Phoebe remained sound asleep, clinging peacefully to her partner. It was the most comfortable, pleasant sleep she could remember... she was with someone she could trust... a kindred spirit.

As Seraphim rolled away, Phoebe's arm would reach out, holding softly to Seraphim's waist. She would inch just a bit closer before coming to rest.

The woman standing over the two regarded Seraphim with a careful stare, seeming to appraise her and finding her quite satisfactory, "Ah... the Crimson Eye? I have heard about you," she spoke smoothly and confidently. "I see Phoebe has exquisite taste. You exceed your reputation." The woman would offer Seraphim a curt nod of respect, "My name is Elena... Mistress Elena Carver," she added her full name as an afterthought. It seemed like she might prefer to be addressed as Elena.

Slowly and deliberately, Elena would walk around Seraphim. Her gait was a the measured strut of someone who was accustomed to always being in control. She continued to regard Seraphim with a hungry, but not particularly threatening, smile, "You have the look... of a jackal. I don't see that very often... I like it... Apparently, so does Phoebe."

Even as Seraphim tried to delicately break away from Phoebe, not daring to wake her, Seraphim could feel those gentle arms wrap around her waist, putting the one-eyed wrestler at a brief ease, deciding to just stay there sitting up on the mat. Phoebe would have the peace in subconsciously knowing her partner was there for her, and she didn't dare to break away from that.

But, as Seraphim remained there, her body still numb but just barely able to reach out to softly stroke Phoebe's hair through her fingertips, she found herself staring her one, red eye into this strange woman who appeared. Something about her rubbed Seraphim the wrong way, like she had a pride she wasn't afraid to show off and her strut said 'bow to me.' Seraphim herself had a lot of pride, but she didn't flaunt it like this floozy did... she couldn't stand it.

"Heard of me now? Eh.. you'll hear plenty more about me as I continue my winning streak down the line, Elena-san." Seraphim said this all back with exhaustion settled in her tone, but the back up of a slowly reknewing strength within her, like she'd be able to stand at any moment. "But you're right.. Phoebe has good tastes, but there's more than that." Her words were carrying a sterness to it that said she was down but not out, her hand that was pressed into the mat to keep her propped up slowly turning into a loose fist, not liking any bit of this. Being called a Jackel, being circled around like she was some pray; she couldn't stand for it, but for now Seraphim bit her tongue and held back any insults as she stayed civil and asked a question. "So what's Phoebe got to do with you, eh? She's with me."

Elena's eyes widened, and her lips curled into a thin smile. She looked away coyly, rubbing her chin, "She's with you, you say? I've heard that one before... Many times, I might add." She chuckled, turning back to Seraphim, "Ms. Harmonia, a lot of those people are dead." Elena paused for a second to let that hang in the air, before quickly raising up her hands mock defensively, "But not by my hands, no, no. I... detest murder. Too quick. Too painless. Too wasteful."

As Seraphim stroked Phoebe's her, Phoebe could be heard sighing contentedly, still asleep.

Elena hissed, her voice barely above a whisper but still heavy with a deadly seriousness "Phoebe kills little girls like you." Elena seemed to smile at the thought, "At least she used to. Not any since she became my business partner. I'd prefer she kick that habit at least while we work together." Elena shook her head before meeting Seraphim with a steely gaze, "Still... she's with me a hell of a lot more than she's with you."

Elena sighed, crouching down next to Seraphim. Her voice now losing any pretense of whimsy "Drop the tough girl act, dearie. This is civilized society, not women's prison. I definitely don't need to warn you about the sort of life Phoebe and I lead. You're just as steeped in it as we are." She paused, briefly glancing at Phoebe before turning back, "You don't like me. I'm used to that. In fact, you could say that making people who hate me into people who will die for me is my calling... but I like you. A damn sight more than most of the useless children I meet. I can't threaten you, but I will... suggest to you... You and I... we can get along. A woman with your talents... your skills... your... almost primal will. You'd be an invaluable contact and I am... very good... for a favor."

Elena's hand reached out to stroke Phoebe's hair as well. Her hand brushed up against Seraphim's gently, but obviously intentionally. "Plus, if you really want to be... with my dear little sister here, I'd say being a friend of the... family, as it were, might pay off."

Every word that came from Elena's lips was like a knife prodding at Seraphim, but never breaking the skin. This girl was basically a curious child at an zoo, poking the poor animal over and over again with a stick, while Seraphim was the animal itself, feeling her cage rattled and ready to lash out and tear her prey apart the moment she was free. Only there was no way of getting out of this 'cage', that being her exhaustion that made Seraphim's entire body still weak from her fight before with Phoebe, never properly even able to stand at this point, nevermind lash out at this woman who taunted her.

"Death is something I've kissed a few times and even guided, but it doesn't stop me." Seraphim said back with a calm passion, like a bomb slowly ticking down to when it would set off; her crimson eye being the fuse as it seemed to light up with a serious gaze that poured out a vicious aura. Her hands fell away from Phoebe, finding it impossible to be gentle know, and not daring to disturb her partner, instead completely focused on this woman, ready to lash out at her.

"And there is no act. Just like there is nothing civilized or humane, and I'll make you realize that if you so much as lay a finger on me again." Her words were as dark as a bottomless pit, wrath dripping from her tone like a cornered dog ready to make its last stand; down but not out. She would then swat this woman's hand away, her fingernails, although short, just skimming across to scratch her at the surface of her palm, even ready to go for her other hand just for touching Phoebe. "Besides, where as I may be invaluable, I'm afraid you're only worth so much as a torn five dollar bill. So get lost before the only thing you find is my fist in your face."