A Reunion of Sorts (for Daaharu)

"Nnnngh..." Emily moaned, trying unsuccessfully to bite back any sounds of pain as Odessa's ebony legs crushed her middle. Her eyes were screwed shut, and sweat was now rolling down her forehead and chest as Odessa squeezed into her, and it was all she could do in response to dig her fingers into Odessa's firm, sweat-glistened abdomen, hoping against all hope that the tight squeeze would finally make her fellow Briton relent in her leggy onslaught.

And then, finally, Emily's prayers were answered as Odessa's legs finally came loose...though not in the fashion that Emily had anticipated. Odessa quickly twisted her legs, the motion throwing Emily sideways to land face-down on the mat with a damp thud. She grunted from the impact, but all the same, she was now free from the crushing grip of Odessa's legs. Gasping hungrily for air now, she clutched her hurting side with one hand, before crawling, attempting to put some distance between herself and Odessa in time for the Englishwoman's next move...

Odessa was forced to let go of Emily before the pain in her abs from that claw became too much to bear, twisting to the side and dumping Emily out from between her legs and onto the mats. Odessa would scoot back on her bum, letting Emily have some space, just for a few seconds, as she herself gently rubbed at her abs, taking a deep breath and flexing them to make sure that she could still do it. Then, she turned over on her hands and knees and scurried after Emily, not wanting to let her opponent get too far away or have too much time to recover.

It had been about thirty seconds since they broke apart, and Odessa figured that Emily had likely had enough time to catch her breath, as well, but Odessa had to imagine that she was still the fresher of the two of them. "Ready or not, darling..." she teased, before pouncing on Emily from the side, hopefully before the Scottish woman was able to get back up onto her knees and prepare herself. Odessa would try to wrap an arm around Emily's neck, dragging her down, pulling Emily's face against her side in a side headlock to get her under control again!

Emily was sucking in air now, hungrily gasping now that she was free from Odessa's steel thighs. She clutched at her midsection, where Odessa's legs had left a faint red impression. Damn it, she thought, she could not afford to let Odessa get her in another scissor like that. Gingerly, she tried to get to her knees, trying to turn around to face Odessa in time...

She gasped as she felt Odessa's weight slam down against her, nearly flattening her against the mat. Grunting in pain, she felt an arm wrap around her head, and the next thing she knew, her skull was being squeezed tightly against the bony beauty's side, the pressure leaving it difficult for her to breathe. Panting hard, she let out a ragged moan of disbelief, herd words lost as they were lost in the muffle. In response, she pawed uselessly at Odessa's arm, before sliding one arm around Odessa's back, cupping her chin to wrench it back painfully, her other hand wrenching at Odessa's wrist as she fought to free herself, though she felt her strength slowly but surely being drained in this debilitating hold...

Odessa managed to jump Emily just in time, as the Scottish woman was beginning to turn around to face her again. She didn't go for anything flashy, but showed off her strength and technical proficiency with a very simple headlock, wrapping an arm around the woman's head and pulling her close, mashing her cheek against the warm skin of Odessa's own flank as she tried to keep Emily under control.

It was obvious from the start that Emily would not be having any of that, fighting back with an arm wrapping around Odessa's head to wrench backward on her chin. It was such a simple move—it hardly even qualified as a move, really. But Odessa was already tired, and it was effective on her. She wasn't able to tighten her headlock at all, and was not able to transition into any other hold which might give her the near-total control over her opponent that she at this point craved.

It also did not do enough to convince her to release Emily, as she kept the headlock locked on, though she would squirm a bit, trying to move her head to see if she could lessen the pressure on her chin. "Nnnhk..."

Emily's face was quite red at that point, red enough to make her pink hair seem bright against it as her skull was compressed against Odessa's side. She was fighting back as best she could, wrenching back on Odessa's chin, pouring pressure on the other woman's neck and upper back as she tried to make the situation as uncomfortable for the dark-skinned Englishwoman as she could.

At this point, both women were tiring and perspiring from this hard-fought bout. Breathing hard through clenched teeth, Emily grabbed for Odessa's wrist with her free hand, hoping that, between her pulling on Odessa's chin and the sweat the two of them were generating, she would be able to twist on her opponent's grip and pull her head free.

If Emily did manage to get her head free, then she would waste no time in pressing up against Odessa's back, converting her grip on the other girl's chin into a rear naked sleeper. At the same time, she would try to snap her legs around Odessa's middle, before leaning back, hoping to lie against the mat and pull Odessa down with her as she squeezed into ebony beauty from two directions.

Odessa had managed to turn this match quite decisively in her favor, and she could feel Emily's body beginning to fail her as the heat of their struggle increased and encouraged fatigue. But though Emily was in a perilous situation, she was by no means done, and Odessa's victory was by no means assured.

That was quite evident when Emily used the copious amount of sweat generated by their contrasting bodies to aid in her escape, her hands giving her just barely enough space to slide her head free from Odessa's hold with a wet popping sound. Odessa made to whirl and face Emily again, but felt the girl already clinging to her back with all the power and determination it seemed that she could muster. Arms snapped around Odessa's neck, and all of a sudden the world seemed to be rushing around her with impossible swiftness...

"Uugh!" Odessa gurgled, as she fell down on top of Emily, feeling the pressure of those legs on her midsection and the arms around her throat, eyes wide as her own hands immediately came up to pull at the sleeper hold, trying to break free so that she could breathe again.

Emily allowed herself a smile now as her legs latched around Odessa's firm midsection, squeezing tightly around the ebony beauty's arms. At the same time, she was doing her best to keep the rear naked choke hold locked, feeling Odessa's ragged breath against her forearm even as her white hair brushed against her cheek. Odessa was not making it easy for her, though, and Emily soon found herself struggling to maintain the choke hold, clenching her teeth as Odessa tried to pry her grip loose.

"Ready...tae give up, Dessa?" Emily asked, trying to maintain the hold as she continued to squeeze Odessa from two directions. Odessa's struggles were causing her back to rub up against her chest, and Emily felt her face go redder as the two struggled.

After controlling the action for what had seemed like an eternity, Odessa was all at once in dire straits. Emily's slippery escape had been so sudden that Odessa had not mentally prepared for it in the slightest, allowing Emily all the opportunity she needed to set up and executed a hold which might have had lesser women tapping already.

"Aaahck..." Odessa gagged gracelessly, eyes wide as her hands came up to paw and yank at the arms encircling her neck. She continued rubbing her shoulder blades back against Emily's bust, quite unconsciously, as she pushed up with the heels of her feet to get into a bridging position. Emily weighed her down, around her neck and around her tummy, but Odessa continued to bridge herself upward, trying to pull her body higher and force Emily to slip off as she suddenly thrashed her whole body to the side, trying to careen toward the edge of the mats.

"H-hardly, darling," Odessa croaked. She had to hope that Emily would release her soon. Her vision was already beginning to blur...

Emily had Odessa right where she wanted her: trapped between all four of her limbs, being squeezed like a tube of toothpaste. This close, she felt the other girl's sweat dripping down onto her, mingling against her own, and felt the Englishwoman's white hair brushing against her cheek as she hugged her close. If that wasn't enough, the way Odessa's fidgeting shoulder blades kneaded against her own breasts caused her to blush involuntarily, the pace of her own breath quickening a little in response.

Maybe it was this momentary lapse of concentration that allowed Odessa to surprise Emily, as the Englishwoman suddenly arched up. Emily tried to hand on, but gravity was quicker than she was, and her scissors began to come loose. She swore, trying to hold on, but her scissor unwound and her legs crashed uselessly to the mat, even as she tried to cling on with the sleeper. And even then, that didn't last either as Odessa suddenly thrashed sideways, yanking herself free of the sleeper in one sudden motion.

Breathing a curse, Emily tried to roll after the other girl as her movement sent her careering away. She did the first thing that came to mind and leapt against Odessa, trying to pin her down crosswise against the mat as she grabbed for the other girl's wrists...all the while trying to make sure to avoid those lethal dark legs of hers as she tried to pin Odessa down, her cheek resting against Odessa's shoulder as their chests mashed together at a perpendicular angle...