Costars

Belle muttered something about how cheeky Tatiana was, likely in regards to trying to count that as a pinfall. She craned her neck to watch the redhead soar, she had landed more gracefully than she had watched her to, but what else was new. With a shake of her head she started to sit herself up. She hadn't gotten very far when Taitiana was on her again, bringing her back to the mats. She hadn't thought too hard on the position she was in until the redhead wrapped her arms around her head, pulling her in closely to her chest. In darkness her cheeks reddened as she internally started to panic. It wasn't as if this was a particularly effective hold... well, it was, but not in the normal sense.

Her body tensed as she sunk into the mats slightly under Tatiana's weight. She reached up. grasping at the girl's shoulders. She could throw her off with ease if she wanted. But... she really didn't want to. If she stayed like this, it would be rather obvious why... what would Tatiana think about that? She lifted her legs, tucking up her knees as she planted her feet on the mat as if she was about to buck out of the hold. She groaned softly, muffled against the acrobats chest, the conflict gnawing at her.

It would... be okay to just stay like this. Just for a little bit. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as her head turned slightly, rubbing up against the girl's chest. She could feel her warmth, here the thump of her heart. She was still for a long while, frozen in place under the girl making no move to dislodge her. Finally she stirred. Twisting, writhing a bit as she gently nuzzled up against the woman from below.

It was funny, but before Belle came along, Tatiana wasn’t much of a seductress, amatuer or otherwise. The precious few relationships she’d had before were pretty plain affairs - a little handholding, light cuddling, stuff like that. Nothing raunchy.

If she were being completely honest, she’d have to admit the simple of pressing your chest on someone’s face, particularly while clothed, was tame by AFW standards. She was starting with baby steps, to be fair, and there was no denying that it worked. The object was to keep Belle down, and she certainly wasn’t in any real hurry to get up. She couldn’t be blamed on that front. Tatiana could feel her face rubbing against her chest, nuzzling, and she did the same from above, pressing her cheeks against the Partyer’s more impressive pair. She could’ve stayed like this for minutes. Hours. All day, maybe.

But that wasn’t what they were here for, was it?

”Sorry, красоты.” Tatiana sighed and said Belle’s name in Russian, just to let the word dance on her tongue. ”But you’d do the same thing, so…”

Tatiana moved forward a bit more, until Belle’s head was between her legs, and there was where she put her trap into motion. Using her thighs to work her opponent’s head about, she pulled it up, crossed her ankles, and tried to power down on her with a tight reverse scissorhold, looking to crush some resistance out of her.

She had been hesitant to embrace the moment fully. She had given herself her normal three count, preventing herself from backing down once it reached home time. There were no sudden pull backs, no disgusted sounds from above. In her limited movement, she was able to enjoy Tatiana's bosom from below, though the printed stars on her shirt were rough on the cheek the rest was lovely. Once Tatiana had taken to indulging from above she let out a hot breath through the redhead's shirt.

Her fingers gripped Tatiana's shirt sleeve as the acrobat began to nuzzle up against her chest. She let out a soft muffled moans, arching her back as little as she could to invite the feel of the woman's cheek pressed up against her, or any part really. Her bent legs slowly lowered themselves flat to the mat as she laid herself down to just enjoy the moment. Why she had held Tatiana before, and cuddled a bit, this was a farcry from that... She could get use to this though.

And just like that it was being taken away from her. There was a moment of confusion as her cheek dragged down along Tatiana's body, past her midsection, down between her legs where the redhead's thighs coiled around her head. Fresh air, for a moment anyway. She winced as they squeezed in around her, with more force than she thought possible from the girl. Granted, her legs were likely far stronger than she gave her credit for, her acrobatics and kicks we're enough to drive that home in their last encounter.

Her hands slipped up around Tatiana's thighs, trying to pry them apart, or at the very least give herself some relief from the pressure. "You aren't sorry." She choked out in a rasp. She lifted her own legs, spread wide as she tried to rock her body, legs making a clumsy attempt to find Tatiana's head to clamp themselves around it. Even when she could see, submission moves like this weren't really her thing so her technique in that department was lacking.

Tatiana immediately loved this.

There was the appeal of turning the tables on Belle, right away. As much as she loved being dominated and controlled by the brunette, there was something to be said for the opposite, for finding a way to put a leash on this beast of women. The idea that she could do something, anything to keep someone this powerful under control with the need for handcuffs...well, it was a bit of a rush.

And it felt good, so good, like squeezing a stressball between her legs. She got a good charge out of it, letting her muscles swell and stretch, arching her back to get the full power out of it.

Also, it gave Tatiana a good view of her butt. Or it would’ve, if she’d worn shorts. Should’ve taken up Belle’s offer, she probably could’t squeezed into some of Kaylee’s stuff.

Belle wasn't going down without a fight, though, and Tatiana had to bob back to avoid her flailing legs. ”Ha, nope!” She reached out and wrapped her arms around one of Belle’s thighs, anchoring herself to it and quashing all ideas of a scissorhold. With that leverage working for her, she tried to roll over to her side, hoping to make the position a bit more comfortable.

”I think now’s as good a time as any to discuss what I get when…” She giggled. ”...if I win. If. What’s a good reward?”

Her kicking legs came together a few times, clapping together like a bear trap but there was nothing to catch. Suddenly arms had worked themselves around one of the. Leaving the other raised ineffectively. Reluctantly she planted her foot back to the mat, shoving at the mats to buck herself though it hadn't done much, Tatiana had just rolled with it, literally, and dropped to the side to continue the hold.

She couldn't seem to make any progress in prying the girls thoughts off of her, which was bad. Their we're no rope breaks here. Being strong or cunning we're the only forms of escape. She let out a frustrated groan, wincing as Tatiana's legs strangled the life out of her. "It's a terrible time..." Belle's voice strained, face reddening as Tatiana giggled. She was toying with her now. "Ugh." She didn't seem like she intended to humor the question at the moment. Unlike the first choking hold Tatiana had applied, this one actually had her locked in against her will.

She ran through a few different things, trying to hold onto Tatiana's hips and pull her off, trying to slide her head out, trying to flail or buck her body, she had even tried reaching out her arms to attempt to tickle her way free again... None of them worked. She mad managed to move them around the mats a bit, but that was it. While this wasn't the most painful hold she had been put in, her lack of options and responses to it had made it far more effective than it had any right to be. She had started to feel slightly lightheaded, eyelids fluttering.

Belle's palms slowly started to work themselves up and down along the back of Tatiana's thighs in long full bodied strokes. With each one her hands roamed slightly higher, slowly moving to encompass Tatiana's firm rear until her backside had become the only focus of her hands. She massaged the girls cheeks taking them fully in her hands, trying to coax the hold loose in a way that the redhead might be more susceptible to. She breathed in deeply before parting her lips, exhaling her hot breath in between Tatiana's thighs as she tried to work herself free.

”Wow, you are so soft.”

Tatiana had actually meant to whisper those words, but in this room, there was nothing to dampen her echo, hardly any other noise at all apart from the gentle hum of the air conditioner and thet tappity-tap-tap of a light rain outside. Her voice carried, and left her plushing. Belle might’ve even been able to feel the heat from her cheeks as she rubbed them against the brunette’s thighs, giving them a light, loving caress. So sweet. So soft.

As much as she was loved the feel, she was left wondering what Belle would do, what her plan was. She wasn’t going to tap out, the Partyer was far too tough for that, so she would need an escape plan. There was no way she was going to pry her legs apart, no matter how much she tugged and pulled at her legs and her butt cheeks.

Especially her butt cheeks, come to think of it. In fact, it felt like was giving them a nice, deep massaging, soothing the aching muscle underneath. Even through Tatiana’s pants, she could feel Belle’s breath, tingling her skin underneath, tickling her, lighting her nerves on fire, and-

”Ah, crap.” Her legs slackened and before she knew it, Belle’s head had popped free. Instead of trying to reclaim, it Tatiana rolled back and poppoed to her feet, taking a moment to pull her pants up and giving her face a good fanning. ”Well, that was...hm.” She gave her butt a rub, already missing Belle’s touch.

She wasn't sure that was what she had wanted to hear from Tatiana at the moment. It was good to know the redhead enjoyed her body, but at the moment it was more about setting herself free than leaving a good impression, somewhat. There wasn't much movement from either girl, though given how she had been reacting to the other girls advances, she considered the lack of response to be a good one. She had ceased her teasing, perhaps her efforts were working. Save for her head being compacted, everything else was rather enjoyable. She had been afraid to touch the acrobat, let alone kiss her for the longest time in their first "date", and here she was, fondling her backside. How far she had come.

Her head moves a bit within her tight confines, nuzzling up against her captors thighs as she more steadily worked to breath out between the girls legs. It was becoming harder to focus though. The longer she remained like this, the dizzier she was starting to became. She knew she was making progress though, she could feel it in the girl's body as her hands roamed with impunity... She could feel the girl relaxing, her palms able to sink in a bit deeper now that she wasn't so tense. In turn, Belle found herself able to slowly worm her head out from between Tatiana's legs.

Before she could make a further move, Tatiana had already hit the hard disengage and had rolled off of her. It took Belle a moment to flop herself over onto her chest, head a bit cloudy from having been left to the mercy of the crushing grip of the redhead's legs. She pushed herself to her hands and knees, face covered by a mess of her hair hanging loose down over her face. She gave a hard blow, displacing some of her hair so she could lock eyes on the redhead.

"Something wrong?" She slowly began to crawl towards Tatiana on all four, moving like a jungle cat on the prowl. Her head shifted from side to side as she worked out the kinks. She was still sluggish, she could feel that, but with her slow approach it hardly could be noticed. "I thought I was soooooo soft." She smiles innocently, though it was one of those shit eating smirks of someone who damn well knew what was up. "I wasn't done yet..."

It was the funniest thing, but Tatiana swore she couldn’t move at the move.

Funny, because there was no good reason for it. Belle had been the one who’d been squeezed like an orange, she was the one who should’ve been winded past the point of no return, or slowed down at the bare minimum. Tatiana, on the other hand, was doing okay. She’d been slammed about and crushed by the brunette, her back was still aching from that, but the rest period had done her wonders.

But, despite that, her body refused to move as Belle came slinking her way. If she was the hunting tigress, Tatiana was the dumbstruck fawn that was destined to be her lunch, and all she could do was lay back on her elbows as she watched her sultry approach.

Just looking at her made the mouth water and the blood race. Her voice sent shivers along the skin. All she could do was sit and wait, not knowing what Belle would do next, but very much wanting to know.

She managed to close her mouth so she wouldn’t look like a total idiot, but that was about all the control she could muster at the moment. ”Not finished?” She leaned back even further, giving Belle easy access to whatever she wanted. ”What do you have in mind?”

Belle hair hung down across her face, obscuring on of her eyes behind a veil of unkempt hair still messed up from having been pressed between Tataiana's thighs. The one that remained had stayed locked on the girl with a weighted intensity. The redhead seemed captivated, so she played into the act that much more. Her tongue slipped over her top lip, leaving the both slightly parted.

"Not even a bit..." She stalked closer, having found a proper stride on the cushioned mats. It was so hard to maintain her slow sultry pace, Tatiana was practically laying down for her. The other girl wanted this as much as she did. "What don't I have in mind would be the better question." She purred softly as she reached the redhead's outstretched legs, nudging the apart subtly as she began to climb over to of Tatiana.

Without breaking eye contact she would slip one of her legs down between Tatiana's before draping her lower body down across her. Sher fingers slowly traced their way up along her arms until reaching her shoulders. Palms planted firmly, she gave a sudden shove to assert her force and weight to press the acrobat to the mats before lowering herself down atop her, leaning in closely until their lips almost touched.

"This isn't a problem..." She asked innocently, brushing their cheeks together briefly as Sher leaned down closer to the girl's ear, whispering softly. "...is it?" Her lips drifted away, finding a new home along the woman's neck as she began placing long soft kisses across her smooth skin. Her hands would glide down the girl's shoulders, following the path they had paved along the girls arm to travel in the reverse, spreading them both out above Tatiana's head on the mats. One they were fully extended, she slipped their fingers in between one another, actively pressing down to pin her hands to the ground.

It was fair to say that the legitimate part of the spar was over, unless they were training for a kind of wrestling that Tatiana had yet to participate in. She was on her back, laying still, held captive as Belle asserted her dominance over the situation, enjoying the moment. There was a lot to love, too.

A muscular thigh pressing between her legs, teasing her through the thin material of her sweat pants, pressing against her most tender spot. She started to rub against it without even thinking, her body craving all she could get of the pleasure.

Those hands, gripping at her and holding them to the mat, pinning her more effectively than chains ever could. Tatiana could’ve struggled. She wasn’t likely to get free when Belle had her like this, but she could’ve put up a fight. She didn't. Her body wanted to reserve its energy for much more important endeavors.

Oh, and those lips. Belle had the most succulent pair of lips Tatiana had ever tasted - not that there was terribly much competition, but still. They were so close now, she could just lift her head and have them, but she didn’t dare. Instead, her own pair moved and mimed as if they had the kiss she wanted, sucking in every breath Belle made. A cruel, bitter tease for the real thing.

”A problem?” Tatiana spoke through a gasp, as Belle’s kisses peppered her skin, tasting her all over. This all felt good, so good, she didn’t want it to stop. But it did raise an important question. ”That...kind of depends.” She exhaled, pressing their chests together, making them rise and fall in the same rhythm. ”How far are we going?”