Measuring Up

Sayumi held Cicilia close as the two were silent. She had just spoken from the heart without really thinking. She knew everyone handled these things differently. Had she upset Cicilia? Was she mad? Would she hermit up her emotions more now that Sayumi showed a vested interest in getting involved?

As Cicilia pulled back they met eyes. There she was... Cicilia. She had caught glimpses of her in their time together, but she wasn't always there, not really. This though. She was sure she was here now. She found herself smiling back. Her eyes watered a bit as well, finding it hard to keep it back with Cicilia in tears.

As Cicilia dropped down against her she held her tight, placing a soft kiss on her temple. She rocked them slowly on the couch, just hugging it out with Cicilia. She seemed to need it... So did Sayumi. She quietly hummed a soft lullaby she remembered from when she was young as they were together was one.

Cicilia melted into Sayumi's gentle rocking hug, her soothing voice shattering the bars that once held back her flood of emotions. She cried quietly into her girlfriend's shoulder but actually feeling better and better the longer she let these emotions run free... Before, her crying would end in a dark, self depricating silence, chastising herself for not keeping it all tucked away... Now, she felt lighter... healthier as the tears rolled down her cheeks, Sayumi being there to keep herself from ruining this moment of healing.

She clung to her beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, letting herself cry her eyes dry and even then, she wasn't done on the inside... Her sobbing turned into heavy, shaky breathing Sayumi's warmth acting as a sort of medicine, slowly dulling the pain that ached in her heart... She felt weak after all that but... good? Maybe good wasn't the right word.... Better. Yeah, she felt better.

Cicilia pulled away slowly at first, but she didn't let go of Sayumi... She didn't want to leave her embrace... She didn't want to leave her period... Cicilia stared at the sweet, gentle woman who held her for but a moment before leaning in and giving her a soft, loving kiss. Her eyes fluttering shut as her heart reached out for hers... Sayumi's warmth was her addiction now... It took away her pain, it made her feel safe... it helped her heal... Knowing she was there... knowing that someone really cared... she needed that...

After a bit, the boxer would separate if only an inch.

"Thank you.... Thank you so much..."

Sayumi let her eyes slip shut as she hummed. Arms wrapped tightly around Cicilia. If such a thing were possible she attempted to just will positive energies into the woman. It was had to remain silent. To not try to tell her everything would be okay or that it gets better. She didn't want to lie. Sayumi still sometimes jumped at shadows or woke screaming in the night. Some things will always be there, you just have to learn to live with them. Now wasn't the time for speeches though.

As Cicilia's sobbing grew, Sher reached up to cradle the woman's head gently, sliding her fingers through her long black hair as she soothed her. She breathed out a gentle sigh, contemplating what it would be like to be in the other woman's shoes. She wasn't sure if she could do it. Her girlfriend was a strong woman in more ways than one. She couldn't help but fear though, that for how long she had kept it all bottled up, tormenting herself with it, she might have done more damage to herself then could be fixed like this.

As Cicilia pulled back she was startled at first, so lost in thoughts of worry. As they locked eyes Sayumi couldn't read her face. Her eyes were reddened from crying, face soaked with their trails. She managed to smile back and offer a simple. "Hey there..." Before Cicilia slipped in to kiss her. She closed her eyes again, leaning in to gently return the kiss. She was sensitive about it. Her girlfriend was in a delicate, vulnerable place. Something she wouldn't dare want to exploit.

As they parted again she lifted her chin to place a soft kiss on her forehead. "You're welcome."

Cicilia felt so vulnerable in Sayumi's arms but maybe that wasn't a bad thing... She didn't have to be tough or strong or put up any kind of front for her... All she had to be was herself, as broken a girl as that might've been. She smiled shakily as Sayumi returned her kiss, then gave one of her own against her forehead. She wanted to just lay there with her forever and never leave... Her company was one of the things that made getting up in the morning so much more worth it... Days went from tolerable to great with her around... Every kiss they shared sent a bolt of lightning through her in the best possible way, holding her and being held was simply... the best sensation she's felt... Even more than their escapades in bed and in the ring.

"I'm so lucky..." She whispered gently placing her palm on Sayumi's cheek. It was a gesture she did alot, sometimes to coax her into a kiss, sometimes to make a certain point.... Here it was just to feel the soft, gentle skin of her savior. You didn't have to have a knight in shining armor come to your rescue to be saved... All you needed was someone who loved you... And Cicilia knew this now. All those times she said 'I love you...?' Never meant it more than she did right now...

I love you Sayumi... She thought to herself as she leaned in and kissed the lavender's cheek. I love you more than anything in the world....

"Now... uhm.... could we get back to getting this off...? I think I'd like to put on my other clothes..."

Sayumi reddened at the touch to her cheek and Cicilia's claims she was lucky for having her. The boxer always seemed to be able to make her blush with her praise when it seemed to effortlessly come from her. Sayumi didn't think much of herself. She understood how flawed she could be and how limited her capabilities were. Cicilia made her feel like she was making a difference in the world... or at least to one person. It was a good feeling... but one she was bashful about.

As reality seemed to creep back in, Sayumi was left blinking about Cicilia's request. She had forgotten about it this whole time and now that it was out in the open again... Her lips tightened, her shoulders shook. A laugh she had tried to suppress came bursting out. After all these emotions had flooded out between the two of them, it was that that finally caused her to crack. The suddenness of it, the realness, just hit her in an unexpected way and she couldn't spot laughing. She cupped a hand over her mouth, rubbing at her eyes to keep the tears that had welled up earlier from rolling down her face from laughing so hard. "Yes Cicilia, we can... sorry! You're going to have to stand up though."

Cicilia watched with distinct confusion as Sayumi was practically dying over there laughing for some reason, cracking up like she just told the funniest joke in the world. The German legitimately had NO idea what she said that was funny, only uttering the tiniest giggle solely because of her laughing girlfriend. In all seriousness though, she needed to get this damned leotard off of her. She felt like her breasts were slowly being pressed back into her rib-cage, never again to see the light of day with all the glory they once had.

At the cute lavender's request Cicilia stood at the ready, eager to finally be free of this beautiful torture devise she clothed herself in.... One could tell the Germna's discomfort now, the slight strain in her eyes, they way her jaw was tightly clenched, how her muscles seemed to be on edge. Perhaps tuning back into reality wasn't the best idea after all.

"W-what were you laughing at?" Cicilia asked, her face tinted ever redder, thinking she was laughing at her. "...Stop laughing at me... This isn't funny..." It really wasn't. She had a distinct impression this was what it felt like to wear a corset back in ye-olden times of the rich-people timeline, the German counting her blessings that such things went out of style.

Sayumi, through her laughing motioned for Cicilia to turn around. "It's nothing! Honest!" She popped up off the couch, almost tripping on the bean bag chair. She gave it a sad look, her laughing finally stopping. How could her favorite chair betray her? She lightly nudged it aside with her foot. She came up behind Cicilia, slipping her fingers under the straps of the leotard, lowering them over the tops of her shoulder. From there she had tried to tug it down from behind, but found, yes, it was really really tight on Cicilia.

"Uh... hold still." She pressed up against her girlfriend from behind, slipping her arms around her. She slipped her hands over her breasts, feeling for the top of the leotard a bit. She mistakenly slipped a hand briefly in the small open section beneath Cicilia's breast, blushing embarrassingly. "Whoops!" After what felt like far too much fumbling about at the expense of her partner, she hooked her fingers along the top of the leotard. With a quick pull, she set Cicilia's chest free.  From there it was seemingly easy. She slide her fingers down Cicilia's side, wiggling the leotard down, intent to remove it entirely by request. "Alright, you should be good to go get in something comfy now."

"Uh huh... Whatever..." Cicilia grumbled, turning around as Sayumi requested. The girl began messing with her leotard, undoing the straps around her shoulders which, indeed, provided a bit of relief... not enough to make much of a difference. Oh... now it REALLY DID look like a corset... The german grumbled to herself, her blush only increasing as Sayumi began running her fingers over her mashed breasts, one actually slipping under the gap beneath them.

"Sayumiiiii!" She protested, clearly not in the mood to be fondled right at this moment. The lavender apologized and continued pulling them down until her chest was finally free. FREEDOM AT LAST!!! Cicilia gasped as her boobs were set loose FINALLY, not pancaked in the least from the constant, agonizing pressure of her tight-as-hell suit. Only TWICE before has Cicilia EVER felt so happy to get her clothes ripped off! HOLY CHRIST THIS WAS AMAZING!

"Sayumi. If only you knew just how much I loved you right now..." She exclaimed, giggling. She wished she had the motivation to let her know too... Just... crying your heart out and having your breasts unnaturally smashing into your ribcage kinda took it out of ya a little bit... She wasn't in the mood for sex... maybe a kiss! Cicilia quickly scooped up her sweat pants and slipped them on, caring not for her shirt as of this moment. she was FAR too content to let her jugs reign free for the rest of the day after that torture session.

Without missing a beat, Cicilia would gently pull Sayumi into her arms, kissing her deeply, one hand running through her soft lavender hair, the other wrapped tightly around her lower back... No words necessary. Just this....

Saymu gave a soft giggle at Cicilia's reaction. She had warned the poor woman, and she had to go put it on anyway. Not that she minded. It was good seeing her in the gear she had made. Sure, it wasn't as ornate as her own gear, but that wasn't Cicilia. She was a direct woman, and simple tended to be best. She certainly wasn't going to complain about how good it had looked on her. She would have never admitted it out loud beyond a simple compliment. When it came to every day interactions, the wrestler seemed overly polite when dealing on matters of sexuality that weren't related directly to herself. Perhaps she was too worried to offend or embarrass.

As Cicilia roped her into an embrace her cheeks lit ablaze as she felt the woman's bare breasts pressing up against her. She squirmed a bit, conflicted in how that made her feel versus the serious nature of what they had just worked through. Was she a terrible person for having thoughts like that? She wasn't sure. As she was drawn into a kiss she melted into Cicilia's grasp, kicking up one of her feet daintily as her own arms wrapped about the woman's waist to hold her close.

Focus Sayumi.

She purred softly into their kiss, inclining her chin as she rekindled it on her end, squeezing the woman tighter.

Sensing Sayumi's kiss-back, Cicilia pressed a little more into her just wanting to savor this moment... The Lavender's hands snaked around her waist, pulling their bodies tighter. How could she protest? The sensations of their lips being locked was just... too great... The lavender's purrs rippled into Cicilia's own core, encouraging her to stay like this and take things further...

"Mmm..." She hummed softly into their kiss, savoring the moment for all it was worth. Despite how badly she was crying before, knowing that Sayumi would be there for her in times like these helped along a speedy recovery on the mental front. She took her hand from around her partner's back, allowing her to hold them together. She placed her palm gently on her shoulder, gently running her thumb across it's surface.

Cicilia's eyes grew heavy as she looked into those beautiful aqua irises of hers, a certain compulsion shooting forth from her heart... The poor boxer was tired... This time for certain. Her limbs were growing weightier by the second, her thoughts were beginning to slow down and fuzz-up... A nap would be the best thing in the world right now. Only, though, if she had her snugglebunny with her. Cicilia pulled away slowly, gently bringing her hand from Sayumi's silky lavender hair to her cheek, cupping it in her palm as she did so many times before.

"Hey.... uhm... do you have anywhere to be...?" Cicilia asked, her own dark pink blush flashing across her face.