Moving On Up

It was amazing, really. When they first met, Blossom would’ve used a slew of words to describe Death Bunny. ‘Fuzzy’. ‘Hot’. ‘Grumpy’. ‘Surly’, if she wanted to bust out the bigger vocabulary. But ‘romantic’? That was a hard sell for this woman. It was something that she could never picture the big, bad, bunny biker as being the mushy type.

And yet, she did it so well. Just a single sentence, and Blossom felt her hairs stand on edge, as a wild thrill ran through her.

”Wow.” She whispered, breathless after their kiss. ”And you think I’m good at saying the right thing.”

She chewed her lip, stewing the options for a moment. She wanted to get that secret and win, but Death Bunny was smoldering right now, and she hated to spend that energy on one thing when she could be doing a more pleasant other thing. As good as it felt to have her this close, there were ways to make it feel so much better.

...screw it. Nature was calling.

Blossom unclasped her legs and threw her hands to the side, as she arched her back and pushed her chest towards Death Bunny, offering her entire body. ”Take me.”

D.B. probably wasn't going to be clearly remembering much of what happened this night. Being in the intensified throes of arousal makes someone say a lot of things that one normally wouldn't, even if they were the honest truth of what they felt. So if Blossom were to bring up what D.B. had just said in polite conversation...you can expect her to come down with a sudden sense of stuttering, blushing red amnesia.

Her sudden flair for the romantic did earn her the freedom from Blossom's clenching constriction, along with her lover herself letting their little wager slip to the wayside for now. D.B. propped herself up on her hands with a sensuous , darkly, smile before relieving Blossom of her sweat-soaked top and sports bra underneath by pulling them over her scruffy head. A firm massaging of Blossom's breast was coupled with trailing kisses dotting her neck as the bunny girl laid back down on her. The hot and heavy moment being interrupted by a random thought occurring to D.B...

"...you think the neighbors can hear us?"

To be fair, Blossom had a very limited experience with lovers to compare Death Bunny against. That being said, she could imagine anyone being better than the woman currently on top of her. Who else was so considerate? Who else could be so into her needs. Who else could feel this great to the touch, could make her shiver as she undid her top, could be so amazingly sweet and dominant at the same time.

She arched her back, pushing into Death Bunny’s kisses and caresses, taking in a much of each sensation as she could. Blossom found herself mewling, purring, making every noise she could think to make to let her partner know how much she was loving this treatment. Words weren’t coming easily, so random, strange noises would have to do.

There was a momentary pause, though, one that gave Blossom a chance to breath and form rational thoughts. That was a good question - could the neighbors hear? The walls could be a bit thin. On certain quiet nights, she could even hear what animes the geeky guy next door was watching, and she’d received the occasional preview of his Youtube show.

She bit her lip, poorly hiding a mischievous grin, as she leaned up and pressed their foreheads together. ”Do we care?”

It probably wasn't the most pertinent question to be asked in the middle of pleasuring your lover, but random thoughts had a habit of creeping up for D.B. from time to time. And D.B.'s penchant for being reclusive and keeping herself closed in did make her wonder if the neighbors were getting an unobstructed earful of all of this. It certainly would make for some awkward stares in the elevator...

Thankfully Blossom put her worrisome mind at ease in as simple, yet as perfect a way as she could. Who cares if they could hear?...in fact, after looking into her lover's emerald eyes with that reassuring smile of hers, D.B. was almost kinda wishing they could. A darkly smile spread over her own face as she gently placed her palms against Blossom's cheeks before giving her a lush, soothing kiss that was methodical, commanding, yet lusciously soft.

"Good answer..." D.B. whispered after pulling her head back, a glistening sheen of sweat coating her frame as she lifted herself up to begin swiveling in place. Her blushing face nuzzling between Blossom's thighs until it came to the flower girl's sweet spot. Humming vibrations and an affectionate peck or two could soon be felt against her lover's crotch, with Blossom's own head snugly tucked between D.B.'s own powerful thighs.

Death Bunny’s kissing technique was, as usual, on point. She had a marvelous talent for applying just the right amount of force every time their lips met. Not too hard. Not too soft. Not too sloppy. Not too neat. She had an addictive sort of kiss, one that left Blossom wanting more, so much more, every time their lips parted.

That being said, there were always other things she could do with those lips. Things that Blossom certainly approved of. So, when Death Bunny spun about and went to work with that fine butt of hers looming over, she didn’t voice a single word of complaint.

That wasn’t to say she was silent, though. When Death Bunny purred near her sex, her back arched with an involuntary but welcomed spasmed, as the moment’s pleasure started to take her away. She let out a hoarse cry, a lewd way to approve, and went to work herself, kissing at her lover’s thighs, treasuring every chance to touch the skin.

”God, these muscles.” She reached out and ran her hands down them, nuzzled them, gave a long lick down the sides as she worked her way. ”How did you get so strong?”

There was a reason D.B. had chosen that moment to offer such an impassioned kiss to Blossom's lusciously eager lips, besides how it reminded the bunny girl of how their second match started out with a liplock that all but confirmed how Blossom felt about her. Considering where her mouth was soon about to venture, it only seemed right to get their kiss in now before she started moving on to the main event after all the foreplay.

Blossom's question probably wasn't mean to be answered, and the answer wasn't anything more surprising than a rigid fitness regiment with maybe a little luck from her gene pool. But Blossom's sudden worshiping of her finely tuned legs nevertheless made D.B. mewl even softer into Blossom's most intimate parts. Her blushing face buried snugly with only blissful moaning in between Blossom's own muscled thighs with the sweaty scent of her flowery lover encapsulating here senses.

Those leg muscles that Blossom became so enraptured with did reflexively flex and tense up from all of this slippery licks with D.B. firmly clamping onto Blossom's butt, but eventually a sudden limpness overcame the bunny girl. Her half-lidded eyes having a hazy fog to them as she melted in her lover's embrace, anyone who was aware of D.B.'s match history with Maki knowing full well what this meant...

Blossom was, indeed, aware of that particular match - needless to say, but Maki wasn’t exactly well known for her tight lips. Granted, she’d always assumed the woman was just exaggerating or telling a tale to get her blood pumping - she was successful, too, if that was the goal. But after living with Death Bunny and sleeping with her and getting to know her in ways that precious few had ever dreamed, she was coming to see the truth of it.

Death Bunny was every bit as lewd and lustful as Blossom could be. She was simply better at hiding it.

The proof of that was clear, as the heat of the moment started to take over and leave her limp in the moment. It was like her every sapped energy from the haunting hare, turning her iron body into silly putty.

That actually gave Blossom an idea. A kinky idea. One she wasn’t ready to implement all the way. Instead, she gripped her lover’s legs tight and started to roll to the side, tumbling them around, all while she pressed her tongue against Death Bunny’s sex and gave her teasing licks through the panties’ fabric. So close to her end goal, but so far.

Although their match happened in the most derelict of wrestling pits and away from anything close to resembling the public eye, D.B. made it a point to Maki that they were to never speak of what happened on that day. But apparently, threats of strangulation and digging a six foot grave with her name on it apparently weren't enough to deter Maki from blabbing about how D.B. was turned into a blithering mess who submitted from Maki's gentle touch. It was probably a good thing that Maki was on the other side of the country right now...though that still probably wouldn't help her if D.B. found out about her gossiping ways.

And it was all that tattling that probably gave Blossom her idea to take control of everything but tumbling them both to the side, the flustered bunny girl moaning meekly from that and the luscious lapping of her crotch through her dampened lingerie. The weakened bunny girl curling her toes from the teasing licks to her most sensitive of areas, her erotic moan being muffled out into Blossom's mound. Which she was now willingly pressing her face into on pure instinct while holding onto Blossom's waist since there was no other way to hide just how worked up she was getting from all of this.

It was almost a little wrong to take advantage of Death Bunny when she was in a state like this. Her lover was typically a rock, unflappable and unfathomable. In the ring, it seemed like nothing could stop her when she got out of her way, that no amount of pain could keep her in check. But pleasure? Not only did it work, but it worked better than Blossom could’ve dreamed. The conceited part of her wanted to just chalk it up to her being that good, but she knew better.

She was in a sex-crazed stupor, a delicious daze that she wasn’t liable to be coming out of anytime soon. Was it wrong to take advantage of that? Maybe. But she would do it, anyway.

She kept rolling, until Death Bunny was on her back - or, to be more specific, her shoulders were pressed to the bed. Blossom had her pinned, but she couldn’t just count that off. If she was going to beat her with this trick, she could at least make it fun.

She peeled back Death Bunny’s underwear and gave her sex a lick. One for each count. ”One…”

D.B. could take some solace from having her Achilles heel be brought to the forefront once more. At the very least, history was repeating itself in the solitary confines of a middle-income apartment and not in a more public venue. In this bedroom, her match record wasn't at stake and neither was her stalwart, deathly persona. Her reputation as the macabre harbinger of death and destruction would no doubt take significant blow if people found out that D.B. was more easily beaten by a sensual embrace and a flirty kiss than all of the pummeling fists and chair-shots in the world.

D.B. shuddered from what was just the first pin count with her aroused moaning still being muffled into Blossom's mound, a small part of her recognizing that Blossom was using this as her chance to score a victory here. But a larger part of her was having trouble finding a reason to care at all about that as she was already overwhelmed by it all. The enveloping, sweaty warmth and the luscious lapping keeping her pinned to the bed in a swirling daze...