Work (Sayumi Arai)

She could feel her control begin to truly be tested as Sayumi's hands completely slipped under her shirt, gently caressing her sides... Everywhere her hands traced, her skin tingled, her mind kept diverting to what she was gonna do to HER after, her bowser getting hit by an easily avoidable attack. Ness attempted to go for a PK-Flash, a dumb and slow move that Cicilia easily countered, grabbing the sap before he could complete the move and and back-throwing him into oblivion... One down, 6 to....

She moaned softly in distinct pleasure as Sayumi's gentle caresses grew into more aggressive rubs, her palms pressed against her skin. If that wasn't bad enough, Sayumi's kisses became hotter... deeper... her breath warm and inviting against her skin... The lavender cutie's moans made the boxer's face as red as can be, her steel defense slowly being worn away with each kiss and each rub...

She was making it so hard... SO hard... but she wasn't just gonna give in... Not yet... NOT YET!

The CPU was doing a good job of beating itself up, making it easier for Cicilia to mop up afterwords. An unintelligent Falco got spiked off the stage with a well-placed kick, bringing the total CPU down to 5 while the boxer still approached...

"S-sayumi..." Cicilia protested, really getting turned on now, her lips tightly pressed together in an effort to lock herself down... If the cute little lavender didn't step up her game again... the two might find themselves at a stalemate... The weaklings were starting to get knocked off now, the next one being a large target in Donkey-Kong, being hit hard enough that he bounced around the stage like a ball before flying off hard to the right...

And then there were 4...

"S-Sayumi.... please..."

"Mmm yes?" She didn't pause even for a second as she places wet hot kisses up Cicilia's neck and along her jawline, tempting her to look away, tempting her to give her lips over. Her hands slowly crept up underneath Cicilia's shirt, threatening to explore all she had to offer beneath, but for now she only teased it, making the other girl want it from her. Making her more willing to turn off and give it to her rather then simply taking it. It might be devious, yes, but she was very adamant on giving this woman a thorough lesson.

They had already had one match together, and while it was true Sayumi had also faltered a few times herself, she was able to recover. Keep a clear head. If Cicilia continued to wrestle, perhaps even dipping into the darker more luxurious side of AFW, it was always a risk someone would do this to her. It was an insidious tactic, but effective. You simply gain your opponent all the rope they could want, sloppy coiling it around their neck. It was up to your foe to step out off the ledge and hang themselves.

"Nnnngh... G-get off of me..." She growled, her embarrassment feeding into her anger, the mind-numbing effects of rage actually serving her here. She felt the rush of adrenaline with that slow, melting plague of anger flood through her systems, her body heating up but in a different kind of way. While in her chest, she could feel the temptation to give as good as she got, The emotion was contained with a surrounding sea of toxic frustration and pain, every dark thought coming to the surface as her lips mouthed each one subtly.

Worthless... Stupid... Arrogant... Weak...

Bowser slammed his head into Megaman's poor, unprepared dome, tossing him back into the fray as a new fighter emerged to challenge his royalty. Sayumi's attempts to distract Cicilia from her task were only met the the smallest of acknowledgements, maybe an adjustment here... a shift there... nothing to indicate her progress had gone anywhere from zero.

Idiot, Loser, Unworthy, Soft.

With a blast of fire, the Koopa-king ripped through Little-Mac's high damage percentage like it was his claws before rushing the poor boxer and tossing him off the stage, his recovery too terrible to make it back. The German's mind was fixed in a tunnel of sorts one entirely directed at the fictional characters that danced about the stage. That emotion for Sayumi remained present, though the sea of dark emotions continued to rise, threatening to overtake that pool of attraction.

Then there were 3...

I hate you... I Hate YOU!

Kirby attempted to escape Bowser's wrath using his maneuverable 5 jumps but everywhere he could've landed, the king had waited just out of reach, ready to punish the puffball for merely being alive. The instant Kirby touched the ground, The turtle reached out with his hand, grabbing the puffball and shoving him away with a rip of his horns....

And then there were 2...

Cicilia's mind was threatening to become locked in that state of self-destroying hatred she used to allude Sayumi, the game acting as a mirror that bounced back her projections of hate right back. It was addicting... how rage made you strong... how it blocked everything else out... Nothing short of a direct kiss from the wrestler would snap Cicilia out of this trance... not before every last CPU was completely obliterated. Of course, each word wasn't directed at Sayumi... They were directed inward...

Sayumi didn't take it any further than where she had. That wasn't really the point of this after all. As Cicilia hardened up to her efforts, she was actually quite proud. Though had she known the bulwark the woman used to hide herself behind was seething hatred, she likely wouldn't have been as pleased. When it became readily apparent her efforts no longer worked, she actually stopped pushing it entirely. She slipped her hands from Cicilia's shirt to just hug her around the waist.

She plopped her chin cutely on the boxer's shoulder, content to watch her take out the remaining three fighters one by one. She remained quiet and respectful as she observed with a big smile on her face. As she watched, she cheered in her head with what she could make sense of the game. There was a lot of zany attacks flying around, some of it was hard to follow. She regretted not knowing or seeing more of Kirby as he fly into the void. He seemed like her sort of fellow.

The remaining 3 CPU fought among themselves and Cicilia herself didn't need to step in to finish the job just yet. Each one seemed desperately intent on knocking the other out and indeed they succeeded. A Captain Falcon and Fox fell from the stage, leaving the boxer with her last opponent: Marth the swordsman. Oh she had bad memories with Marth, most from when she got the game. His sword-play and dexterity always gave her slower, stronger characters a run for their money but here... today...? He'd taste vengeance.

Like how she predicted, All it took was patience, waiting until the CPU made a mistake...Marth dashed too far and his attack went completely passed the turtle, being met with twin fists to his poor princely face before a drop-kick sent him flying into the great unknown... defeated.

The announcer declared her victory, all the stats ringing up as they were supposed too, showing how long the game was, how many KO's each character made before eventually returning to the character select screen.

Cicilia set the controller down and just... sat there, letting all that darkness seep out of her quietly. The damage rage can do to you physically isn't something to scoff at. It would leave one tired, perhaps even saddened for hours, motivation to do things cut. When Cicilia's rage drained away, though, there was Sayumi, her arms wrapped around her stomach, holding her tightly. Sighing with a mix of satisfaction and relief it was over, the boxer turned and gave the wrestler a soft peck on the cheek, a thank you for being there...

"I won." Cicilia noted, her hands resting on where Sayumi's rested. "I did make a promise to give it all back..."

She wasn't really sure why all these characters existed in one game. The different styles seemed to clash oddly in her eyes. She had assumed at first glance Marth was a woman, until she heard his voice. Unlike the others he was speaking Japanese. Go figure! As he soared off the screen, she blew him a kiss. Goodnight sweet prince. She gave Cicilia a little squeeze and a nuzzle but found her stoney exterior as she still bubbled over to be a bit... concerning. She tried to hide the worry in her eyes. Maybe she had upset her?

"You did win. Congratulations. I'm proud of you." She placed a soft kiss on Cicilia's cheek with a smile. Trying to remain upbeat and cheerful for the both of them. "Oh... you were... being serious about that?" Sayumi sloooooowly tried to slip her hands away, to try and crawl backwards on the couch. Code red. Abort, abort! "I think I hear someone calling me name, I'd better go." She looked round innocently.

Sayumi's retreat confused the boxer, wondering what exactly she thought she was going to do to her. It wasn't like she was alluding to violence or... anything more than she was given and yet... The Lavender cutie was acting like she was holding a knife too close for her taste. The boxer rolled her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh as she raised her hands by her head, showing that she wasn't a threat. She didn't have the energy to play games right now...

If Sayumi continued to scramble up on the couch, the boxer would sit beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder if she let her, pulling her in for a loving, but short kiss. She didn't want to push anything... not if she didn't make it obvious she wanted it.

"No... I suppose I wasn't being serious about that." Cicilia conceded, patting the wrestler's shoulder before moving to slip her hands into her pockets, forgetting that her hoodie was now on the floor by the beanbag.  Grumbling and too tired to get up at the current moment, the boxer just sat there, her gaze shifting from Sayumi to the character select screen before settling on her.

"...Were you trying to teach me focus or something...? You said it was part of my training..." Cicilia mused lazily, resting her hands on her stomach instead as she leaned back. "...I like your method."

Sayumi wasn't actually scared for her safety, she was mostly joking around. Cicilia didn't really seem to be in the mood for it now though... in fact she looked pretty drained in general. She crawled back over to the boxer, plopping down beside her with a soft nudge. As Cicilia slipped and arm around her and pulled her in, she returned the kiss with a happy coo, smiling all the while. As Cicilia slipped her arm away, she picked it back up to drape over her shoulder.

"Yeah... That's pretty much what I was doing." She nodded when Cicilia said that she had enjoyed her methods, but her body language and tone gave her a bit of doubt, regardless if she was telling the truth. "Are you okay? I didn't go overboard, did I?" She leaned forward, peeking under Cicilia's hair at her face. The concern in her features was obvious.

"No..." Cicilia said, turning fully to Sayumi as her arm was draped around her again, she pulled the cute little wrestler into a gentle embrace, kissing her once more. She'd attempt to push her down with her kiss, laying her out so that the boxer was on top. Her eyes would droop closed slowly, her other hand gently rubbing the wrestler's side softly.

After a bit, she'd pull away, nuzzling her girlfriend's neck softly, giving her a soft kiss here or there, but mainly just nuzzling.

"...Work was just... tiring... I'm tired... Mind if I sleep on you for a bit..?" The boxer smiled again, a little more warmth in it this time. "You're so warm and comfy I don't wanna move..."

Blinked as she was pulled into the embrace, still visibly worried. As they kissed she sighed softly, letting it go. If Cicilia wanted to talk... she would say something right? Maybe she was just tired. She closed her eyes as she was softly laid back against the couch, Cicilia resting atop her. Her hands slowly slipped around Cicilia, just hugging her tightly. She just wanted her to know she was there for her. She squirmed a bit at the nuzzles and kisses, rubbing her hands on the small of Cicilia's back to comfort her.

"I... um... no I don't think I mind. If you're sure I'm that comfy." She gently slipped a hand up to Cicilia's head, coming her fingers through her hair. She lifted her head to give the woman a small peck on the forehead before laying still, lust being as comfy a surface as she could manage... this was certainly new to her. "Sorry work was so tough."