Measuring Up

She gave Cicilia a big thumbs up... but she noticed they were upside down in her current state... So she slowly gave Cicilia a thumbs down, so they were pointed upwards to the boxer. She beamed cutely on the beanbag, not missing a beat. She tilted her head back to make herself an easier target to kiss, slipping her fingers through Cicilia's damp hair. "Mwah!" Their lips popped when they separated. "Why thank you... um... Snugglebunny." She was trying out this nickname thing too.

She tossed her phone onto the couch, just in case it proved to be an issue at some point. She kicked her legs up, idly treading air as she spoke. "Busy, really busy actually. But productive." She nuzzled Cicilia's hand, turning her head to kiss her fingers. "How productive I can keep being depends on you though. Feeling helpful today?" She tilted her head to grin up at Cicilia. Her legs plopped back onto the couch, she reached up to fix her dress.

"Snugglebunny!?" Cicilia laughed loudly, harder than she had all week. "Oh that's the BEST thing ever! Keep that one! Please." She could chuckle about that name for HOURS. Snugglebunny... Oh GOD that was hilarious! Who would've ever thought ANYONE EVER would've called her something like THAT!? Cicilia De'Reignhardt, the Juggernaut, a being of monstrous strength and an equally mighty temper... This was a GOOD reason why she loved Sayumi... She was sure of it.

The Boxer smiled warmly as the lavender cutie gently nuzzled the hand that held her cheek, shivering ever so slightly with pleasure as her lips gently graced her fingers... She was so cute... SHE was the REAL snugglebunny! A cuddly little sweetheart who also held the prize for the cutest woman to ever grace planet earth! If Sayumi had a wrestling name, hers would be Snugglebunny!

Diverting from that HILARIOUS name, Sayumi responded that her day had actually been pretty busy and productive. Cicilia smiled at that, glad her day was going pretty good. She was confused, however when she mentioned that her productivity depended on her. What did that mean...?

"For you? Always." Cicilia grinned, giving her cheek a quick kiss. "What do you need me to do?"

She tilted her head at Cicilia's reaction to the name, initially thinking she might have done the pet names thing wrong until she said how much she liked it. She breathed a sigh of relief, resting her cheek in Cicilia's hand. She wondered vaguely how if Cicilia would still enjoy it so much if she used the name in public. After all, she was some big scary boxer lady who could likely punch a hole in Mt. Fuji. She would cross that bridge when she came to it though, torn between seeing if it would embarrass her and well... not wanting to embarrass her, obviously. It wasn't a big deal either way, who cared what strangers thought?

She peered at Cicilia upside down before waving shooing gestures at the woman so she could flip herself back upright. She's plop herself down, reaching for her bag. She glanced back at what Cicilia was wearing, making a face. While her top would be fine to get an accurate measurement from, her sweat pants might be a problem due to the thicker material. The last thing she wanted is Cicilia hanging out of something that was suppose to cover her... especially there.. "I need you to drop your pants." The fact she gave no context didn't seem to even cross her mind. She was already digging into her bad to find her measurement tape.

Cicilia retreated a bit as per Sayumi's signals, allowing her to flip upright. She looked inquisitively at her as she reached for her bag, curious as to what untold wonders rested within it's fabric walls. The other woman's gaze confused the boxer, feeling as though she was being peered through. The last time they even hinted at doing something... intimate, she wasted no time getting to the point so... why the look?

"D-drop my pants...?" Cicilia repeated, unsure if she heard her request correctly. Well there goes her question. Maybe Sayumi just wanted to mess with her? But then she was never so forward like this either and she didn't seem the least bit flustered... at all. In fact she looked kinda... mysterious...? Whatever. She was confusing herself.... Just making this out to be something more than it probably was.... WHY COULDN'T SHE STOP BLUSHING THEN!?

Hesitantly, Cicilia complied, pulling her sweat-pants down to reveal her white panties to her girlfriend again. She could only contemplate what horrors her girlfriend had planned for her now... She supposed she'd have to just wait and see...

Sayumi rocked herself up off the bean bag chair to stand. From her back she tugged out a long coil of yellow metric measuring tape. It was tangled, not unlike Christmas light. She huffed and got to work freeing it up. As she turned back to Cicilia she blinked looking at how red faced she was. Caught with her pants down, literally. None of this seemed to phase Sayumi. It was all very professional to her, she hardly seemed to mind the woman in her panties. She shook out the last of the tape as she moved up beside Cicilia. She tossed the tape around her own neck to let it hand as she grabbed hold of the boxer to manipulate where her arms were currently.

Just need to take a few measurements, then we should be good. She looped the tape up and over her head as she moved to scoot up behind Cicilia. Assuming she wasn't stopped for some reason, she'd slip the tape around the other woman, tugging it tight around her breasts as she took down the measurement. She's wiggle it down to the area just below her breasts and make a second measurement. as well. "Try not to squirm."

Try not to squirm she said... Cicilia didn't think Sayumi understood how hard it was to follow through with that request. Between her being exposed to Sayumi here wrapping a measuring-tape-thing around her assets it was very difficult to remain still. That brought up her other question: Why was she measuring her...? For what purpose?

That was a dumb question as she'd discover herself a minute later. What else could she be measuring her for than a new outfit? Pfft... Of course... Probably some kind of shirt or pants she was being graced with... After all, Cicilia did often wear the same thing going out over and over again. Hoodie, sweatpants or shorts, boots. Nothing else. Perhaps Sayumi thought a brighter set of clothes in her closet would be a nice change.

The thought made the boxer smile. She really was so sweet... Cicilia did her best not to squirm as the cold, smooth surface of the tape graced her skin, shivering only the slighest bit. The lavender cutie seemed so professional here... She must be so intent on getting her measurements...

"Uhm.... Sayumi... What is all this for...?" She couldn't help but ask.

She hummed softly as she worked, though it was doubtful Cicilia would have recalled it from only having heard it once, it was her entrance theme. Sayumi stepped around beside Cicilia, slipping the tape around her midsection. She wiggles it snug, taking note of the measurement. She nodded to herself, she had guessed that one pretty close to what it was. She had a pretty good eye for at least two of the three things she checked on. She crouched down next to Cicilia's thighs, slipping the tape around her hip. "For your new wrestling gear."

She just said it so nonchalantly, as if Ciciclia should have known or that it wasn't even a big deal. All in all it was just Sayumi being... well... herself. She drew the tape tight, taking a few measurements here at an angle. "Almost done." This hadn't taken as long as she thought. Not having pants legs or sleeves made this far easier than expected.

"New... Gear...?" She certainly didn't expect that. Sayumi also said it so casually like this was something they already discussed and this too threw her completely off. How long had she been planning this...? Since they fought perhaps...? This potential truth mad the boxer blush more but she smiled warmly, looking down at the little lavender wrestler with endearment. She's been thinking of her this whole time, huh...? Was there no end to her lovable traits?

Cicilia only nodded as Sayumi informed her that the process was almost complete and waited patiently for that time to come. Once it had, the boxer would wrap her partner in her arms, pulling her into a tight hug, pants or not.

"...Thank you." She whispered before pulling away only to give Sayumi the biggest kiss she had thus far, one worthy of such a generous gift... And one she needed no doubt. Cicilia had thought about picking something up that wasn't so... drab but she never had the time or money to by one of her own NOR did she have the skill to craft one. She held her in her arms if the wrestler would let her, before pulling away and smiling widely.

"I'm so lucky to have you in my life..."

"And done." As she stood herself up she was immediately yanked into an embrace. She laughed, as she nearly was pulled off her feet. She liked seeing Cicilia like this. In good spirits, not with her pants down. Though if she hadn't been focused on being professional about this, it was doubtful she would have minded that side of things either.

Before she could even say anything her girlfriend already had her lips around her. Sayumi hummed happily, leaning against her strong girlfriend as a faint blush graced her cheeks. She playfully three her measuring take around Cicilia, using it to tug her in a bit closer if that was even possible. Sayumi could have just stayed like this forever. She always found it hard to resist Cicilia's lips when they were so passionate.

"You're welcome." She breathed out in a sigh, a bit more flustered from their closeness than she had anticipated. She gave her measuring tape a tug to squeeze it around Cicilia's backside before slowly collecting it again. "I have it all with me, if you want to try it on. Everything but the leotard should fit you fine. I just need to do some minor adjustments to that and it should be good to go.you are welcome to try the whole thing on now, the chest might be a little tight and the bottom a little loose. I underestimated how... Um... Endowed you actually are." She gave a small playful swipe at Cicilia's chest with the end of her tape before heading to her bag.

The boxer gasped as Sayumi squeezed her butt a little bit with the tape, a mischievous smile slowly arching across her face.

Every time you do that makes me want to do it right back... She thought to herself, restraining her enthusiasm to do just that... Now wasn't the time for that. Later? Maybe... if she wanted it. For now though, the cutest wrestler in the would begin to retract her measuring tape, mentioning how everything but the liatard should fit her fine, that she had to guess Cicilia's... dimensions. Another quick flick of the tape slapped the boxer's endowed breasts playfully, sparking a small flame of lust in her eyes... That decided it right there: Sayumi was going to get what she deserved before she left this apartment...

A good loving.

"You're such a perv, aren't you, guessing my 'endowment?'" Cicilia giggled, making her way over to the dufflebag behind Sayumi. "It's in here right?" Should the wrestler confirm her inquiry, the boxer would open it if her wonderful girlfriend did not, taking all the pieces into her arms, marveling at how many there were... She knew a lot of successful boxers had very complicated outfits... Sayumi's was one she's dismantled herself but holding all the bits in her hands... It helped her realize how LONG it was going to take her to put it on.

"I'm going to go put it on right now... No peeking~" She spoke these words as if they were some kind of taunt, making her way into the bathroom and closing it only about halfway, testing to see if her girlfriend actually would. If those little jabs Sayumi made at her meant anything... it meant she had things on her mind, certain things that Cicilia was feeling too... This was her little way of saying Help me put this on beautiful... I need those skilled hands of yours... but without the blow to her pride that would come with making such a remark.

Cicilia would strip off her shirt and lay the gear on the nearby sink counter, leaving her in nothing but her white panties. She'd glance towards the door one more time as if looking for a certain someone, hoping she'd rise to her subtle request... She had to keep trying right? Eventually one of these wouldn't fly over her head.