Out And About

Felina could safely say that, when she first met Leah, she never expected that her fingers would end up in her mouth. Did not see that one coming. And yet, here they were, tussling about the apartment and shoving digits into each other’s mouths. Funny way for life to turn.

Leah was fairly easy to shove off, though Felina did a quick-take to make sure she didn’t bust up the table or anything of value when her friend went down. The last thing she would’ve wanted to do was really hurt her friend through this, and while she didn’t care too much on what Edgar’s opinion was, she didn’t care too much to hear his bickering, either.

”We shared the same bucket, you better’ve washed your hands!”

She was just about to go after her prey, hoping to get her before she could make it back to her feat, but Leah was a spry one. An arm went around her ankle, closed it tight, and Felina’s body went down with the rest of it. Just like that, she was stuck.

It was actually a good move, if she was being honest. True, they were just playing around, but she could see how this could be a real problem in a serious match - even if she could get to the ropes, Leah could wreck havoc on her ankle. That would make kicking harder, and which would take away from her entire gameplan. Not good. At all. Here, though, she had a few options, and she knew just which one to go for.

”Try…” She moved her foot - her bare foot - around to place her sole squarely on Leah’s face. Sweet, unhygienic revenge. ”...this!”

Leah's legs wrapped around Felina's, bent at an odd angle half on the floor and partially suspended up the front of the couch she clung to the other woman. Her hands found good purchase on the kickboxer's foot, holding it firmly in her palm as she began to crank it against the natural grain. It was true the two were play fighting but the blond seemed to be giving it her all. It wasn't that she was malicious, no, she was just to to having to go all in whenever she came at Edgar. He certainly never cut her any breaks, even when they were just messing around as kids.

“I told you I could beat y- ergh!” Leah grimaced, turning her head as Felina began to grind her foot up against her face. No matter how she craned her neck, she couldn't stop the other woman from just rubbing her sole up against her cheek. “Hey! Stop! You are suppose to- plllllphf!” Oh god did Felina just put her foot on her lips?! Ewewewew? Grooooooooosssssssssss!

The blond broke her hold, flopping as she rapidly scooted on her backside away from Felina, haphazardly kicking her feet as if splashing up water in a pool to cover her retreat. There wasn't much room to maneuver so she had to make due. The last thing she wanted was to get trapped in the carpet valley lodged between the coffee table and the couch if Felina pounced her.

Scrambling back, she tried to clear the coffee table to get distance, and roll over onto her front. From there she popped up onto her knees, ready to make a stand… but not before she grabbed something from the floor. Tucked under the small end table beside the couch, one of Edgar's shirts. She could tell it wasn't a clean one either… balling the garment up in her hand, she would try to give it a toss at Felina, trying to make another opening for herself with a similar strategy from before.

Felina, in the instant where her toe went into Leah’s mouth, wished to God that she’d set up a camera for this little impromptu match. That look on her friend’s face was priceless, and she immediately found herself wishing she could see it again. ”What’s wrong?” Felina called back at Leah as she retreated, giggling in a way that she hadn’t done since about a decade and a half. ”My feet don’t taste that bad, I wash them and everything…”

As much as she wanted to revel in the moment, years of play-wrestling experience had taught her to never miss an opportunity like this - her opponent in full retreat, her back turned away, so open that she couldn’t resist seizing the moment. Like a prowling tigress, she raised up on her hunches and sprung forth, closing in on Leah quick, and-

Getting a facefull of Edgar.

”Ugh, ew, what?” Felina went into a frenzy as the smell and taste of him went all over her. She was quite familiar with it, still remembering it from their match as clear as day, but that didn’t mean having it over her was something she wanted. She flung it off like the garment was on fire, and started to rub herself all over, desperate to get the smell out.

“I've had better!” Leah quipped, though she wasn't sure why. It wasn't remotely true, not that it had been a great experience or anything, just that she had never had someone shove their foot into her face before. Still, her knee jerk comeback was weak even without the context of the like.

“Time for you to know de-feet now!” As Felina reeled from the unwashed garment, the blond girl snapped out her own leg to drive her foot into her friends midsection. It wasn't a forceful kick, but more of a shove to create some distance for her to work with. Using the couch cushions to pull herself upright, she lurched forward onto all fours, charging across the carpet like a mad attack dog. She came in hard and low, attempting to wrap her arms around Felina's body, trying to capture her arms as well into a bear hug.

Felina was a striker, taking away all of her weapons was the key to victory! If Leah managed to wrap the brunette up, she would attempt to throw her weight and control around a bit, ramming Felina back first into the couch to try and keep her pinned in the hold while she attempted to put on as much a squeeze as she could. By no means a powerhouse, her constricting the kickboxer's, arms and all, wouldn't be quite as deadly had she just opted to crush the woman's midsection instead. “You can just say Uncle if you give up!”

Felina wasn’t sure if Leah was joking about having better or not - one could never be too sure of such things when it came to AFW related affairs. It certainly wouldn’t have been too odd if she had some kind of foot fetish. In fact, it would’ve been one of the tamer predilections she’d come across since joining the league.

Either way, it was funny. Damn funny. It had Felina giggling even more, despite having to deal with smell of Edgar’s pits in her nostrils.

She’d just managed to get the garment off when Leah came in and rammed her hard, hitting with a surprising amount of force. It was more than enough to take Felina off her feet, and might’ve been a nasty fall if not for the couch - likely, that was the point, and she appreciated the thought.

The crushing arms around her midsection, less so. Leah wasn’t a bodybuilder, but the woman was stronger than she would’ve guessed at a glance, and Felina didn’t have the power to force her off. But what she could do was return the favor, in her own way.

”You say it first!” Up went Felina’s legs, her pride and joy, wrapping around Leah’s midsection and clasping behind her back, going for a tight bodyscissor. Not enough to seriously hurt her friend, but it would tenderize her a little.

Driving Felina back into the couch, she had the kickboxer's just where she wanted..arms secured, her deal hug locked in… this little impromptu bout was hers for the taking. Her flexed her arms, straining with a faint whine as she applied as much pressure as she could manage. Leah was giving it her all here, regardless if her friend was holding back. Her forehead was pressed firmly to Felina's shoulder as she tried to hug the ever living crap out of the woman.

“You should have seen my plushie collection. No survivors from my super powerful bearhu-uh? H-hey, don't do that!” She let out a squeal as ironclad thighs snapped around her like a hunter's trap. Duh! She didn't think about the brunette's deadliest weapons and now she was stuck right in the middle of them.

She could feel the squeeze, infinitely more impactful than her own. Each time Felina straightened her legs out, the vice like grip she asserted was crippling. She felt like a orange being pressed for juice. She had to do something, and quick.

“N-never! Hyah!” She leaned her upper body back, releasing her own hold. Eyes clenched shut, jaw clenched, she could barely to look .. or perhaps she understood what she was about to do. With a swift sudden forward jerk, she threw herself into Felina to deliver a headbutt directly to the woman's upper body. It wasn't as if she was aiming with her eyes closed.

”You have a plushie collection, too?”

Felina just kind of blurted it out without thinking, and it said a lot for Leah that she was comfortable enough to do that. It wasn’t a thing she advertised, but she’d started collecting the adorable little things when she was about seven or eight, and while she wouldn’t call it an obsession, she’d amassed a small village of them back home in Puerto Rico. Every once in a while, she sent a new resident to join the crew.

She and Leah would have many things to talk about and pictures to share. But that was for later. Did Leah have Instagram? Felina hoped she had Instagram…

Her main focus at the moment needed to be the writhing, human-shaped source of endless energy that was Leah Shaw. Trapping her with the legs wasn’t too hard. Keeping her there was a different story. It was honestly kind of surprising to feel how toned and fit she was underneath all that bubbliness, a quick reminder that, as loving and sweet as the blonde was, she was still a wrestler, and a formidable one at that. Regardless, Felina thought she had this handled, all the way up until the breastbutt happened.

Felina was pretty sure it was meant to be a headbutt, but Leah’s aim was a wee bit off, and she wound up drilling her skull dead center into the meat of Felina’s mammaries. Missed target or not, it was still an attack that slammed the hardest part of the human anatomy into the softest part, and the results were predictable: it hurt.

Felina yelped and dropped the scissorhold immediately, rolling off and cradling her aching tit. ”Owowowow! Headbutts are cheating!”

Leah's head crashed into Felina, though the impact was far more cushioned than she assumed it would have been. She opened one eye, squinting as her friend recoiled while clutching her boob. Whoops… that explained it. Her lips pulled tight, trying to stifle laughing outright at what just transpired. She had released her end of their hold, letting Felina do the same.

“Pff, hah! No it's not, this is house rules. Anything goes!” Leah slinked backwards away from the couch on all fours, her backside bumping into the coffee table. Distracted for a moment, she extended her leg back to shove the furnishing further away to give them more room to tussle.

“You can't win, you fight me where I am strongest… well, the second place I am strongest.” The first in her mind was likely her room. She had backup there with her army of stuffed animals. With a small push, she rose upright on her knees, slowly closing in. Arms raised, fingers wiggling, she lunged for Felina to attempt to lock up with her while she was still reeling.

Felina’s first instinct after getting untangled from Leah was to rush in and close the distance, but she held off when her friend stopped to reset some furniture, pausing hard in mid-move. The last thing wanted was to break something in this place and give Edgar a legitimate reason to hate on her, on top of all the imaginary ones he likely had in his head.

So she was careful. As careful as a woman her size could ever really be. By the time she was able to get her footing, Leah was coming at her full blast, fingers wiggling going for the lockup. Felina wouldn’t be a real Rodriguez if she didn’t accept, so…

She came in and was again surprised by Leah’s strength. While she was willing to bet she had more power overall and a bigger frame to work with, most of her strength was in her legs, which only counted for so much on her knees. In terms of upperbody strength, they felt almost dead even, with Leah maybe even having a noticeable advantage.

”Not bad, not bad. We’ve got to hit the gym together, sometime. But…” She chewed her lip. ”Let’s see how you handle...this!”

Felina abruptly pulled a hand away from the lockup and brought it low, coming under Leah’s arm with scrabbling fingers. There was no way someone like her could be immune to tickling, and she was curious to see just how effective a tactic it was.

Leah slapped on a collar and elbow lock up, leaning in with a bright but strained grin on her face as she battled for control with Felina. She had gotten the upper hand on the initial rush, but after that push had faded she was left gridlocked. Her slightly reddened knees dug into the carpet as she pushed with all her might, pressing her forehead to the brunette's with a piece competitiveness that had yet to be seen coming from this sweet lollipop of a girl.

“Bring it on, you can't stop me!” Felina pulled back suddenly removing her hands from Leah. This made for the perfect opportunity to make a move! With a hard shove she tried to topple Felina to the floor, intending to wrestle the woman into an attempt to pin her down. She however got far more than she had bargained for when the brunette unleashed her secret weapon.

Curious probing fingers brushed at her underarms, light flitting touches that make laughter bubble up from her almost immediately. Her cheeks reddened while she laughed, put on the back foot in an instant. She had to retreat! Leah pushed off of Felina, trying to scurry backwards on all fours to flee from further tickles, giggling uncontrollably along the way. “N-no fair!”