No such thing as too much to drink

As brief as that kiss was, Lai had gotten so much out of it. A sampling of a the beautiful women in front of her, a taste of the many things that lay behind those twinkling eyes and glossy lips. It left her wanting more. Much more. She wanted to explore every inch of this women, to really feel what this stunning wrestler had to offer behind her cool and measured persona.

It was an incredible high that came immediate crashing down as she heard Kozue's next words, "Not like that." Oh god, she had really messed up didn't she? Lai was moving way too fast, getting way too close, throwing and receiving all the wrong symbols. God I'm such an idiot! she mentally screamed at herself. She was still glancing away, too flustered to make direct eye contact.

What a surprise then, when as she felt the touch of Kozue's forehead pressed against hers, Kozue's eyes sparkling with glee as Lai finally summed up the courage to tilt her head slightly and meet them with her own. That wasn't the look or actions of a girl who was offended. No, that was the look of a girl who couldn't have been more turned on.

And just like that their lips were locked in a deep embrace, Lai's curious probing having finally been met with something much more deep and beckoning. It wasn't demanding, or insanely passionate, nor was it weak and sheepish. It was exactly where it needed to be, indicative of all the signs that two women of their caliber and interests might give off.

Eventually they pulled back, Lai with a dazed expression, and Kozue with a much more measured one. The slightest dollop of saliva still hung from the corner of Lai's mouth, whether it was hers or Kozue's she couldn't' tell, but she seductively scooped it back into her mouth all the same, savoring the drop nonetheless.

"Much" Lai whispered, barely audible over the background noise as her senses slowly began to return. There was so much about this women that left Lai wanting even more. As satisfying as the moments between them were right now, it would hardly be enough to quench the obvious desire that was building up between them. Where exactly this was all heading was hard to tell for the rookie. But still, even she knew that wrestlers in a racket like this tended not to get too attached. One day they're making out in a bar, the next they're battling it out in the ring.

The question of whether or not this was one of those times began to heavily dawn on Lai now. Not that it would bother her of course if this didn't end up being long-term. She know full well what she was getting into by joining the league, bouncing from one wrestler to the next, never quite settling as you balanced combat with lust. At the end of the day though you had to quench your thirst somehow. Some wrestlers chose purely to fight, some chose to love. Some chose both. Lai knew which one she wanted.

She slowly placed both her arms on Kozue shoulders, dangling her hands near the back of her neck as she leaned in with an innocent yet inviting smile.

"I gotta admit babe, there's a lot I like about you" Lai was being bold now, but after how that kiss had gone, the courage she had felt explosive.

"There's a lot I want to... find out about you. The kind of things you can't just find out in bed, ya know?" Lai dug in deeper, that innocent expression now having a slight chuckle to accompany it.

"The kind of stuff that people like us find out about each other... in there" As hard as it was, Lai managed to tilt her gaze away from Kozue's beckoning eyes and turn her whole head so that she now faced a window, pointing with a nod towards the Friction Arena that peeked outside. She returned her poise back to Kozue.

"Ya know?" She wasn't to sure how to go on from here. She was being indirect sure, and she didn't exactly convey what she meant in the clearest way possible, but still, she felt like all the pieces were in place for them to move on with this... relationship, whatever that meant for wrestlers like them. It was only a matter of finding out whether or not Kozue felt the same.

‘Babe’.

Something about that word coming out of Lai’s mouth made Kozue chuckle right away, getting a full laugh out of her before she even knew it was coming. It might’ve been the pure silliness of the word or the way it sounded on that accent. More than likely, though, it was just the tone her companion was taking. There was this fun little race going on between them, a game they were playing without even thinking too much on it. Every bar Kozue set, Lai rose to meet it. Lai would push her, dare her, and it would be on Kozue to give more than she expected. It was a dance within their dance, and it brought the New Jersey Ninja back a few years, to a time when she’d been the one feeling out, experimenting, seeing how far she could push things.

It was probably bad form to think of a past lover while she was courting a new one in the present, but Femie Weydman slipped into her head all the same, with her poodle curls and her weird little laugh. Kozue’s first relationship with another woman, and her first dip into the AFW’s sexual side after some failed attempts with the opposite sex. Strange times, so long ago, but if it wasn’t for them, she wouldn’t have ever come here in the first place. Funny how life came full circle.

Kozue only took a brief detour down memory lane, coming back soon enough. Things were more than interesting in the here and now, where Lai was in the process of proposing something. At first, she thought it was the standard. ‘My place or yours?’. ‘Do you have work in the morning’? That sort of thing.

But no, no - Lai had something a little more adventurous in mind. Yeah, Kozue liked this woman.

”So you want a match?” Kozue framed it like a question, but a coy one with a knowing smile. She nodded towards the arena as well, then dipped down and slipped under Lai’s arms, moving behind her in a swift step. She wrapped her arms around the Chinesewoman’s waist as she came up from behind and pulled her in close, pressing her chest against her back. Still moving to the music, but with a closer embrace, letting their bodies conform to each other from a different angle.

”I’m down for a match, sure.” She brought her chin to rest on Lai’s shoulder and blew a few hairs away from her ear, making sure she had unfettered access. ”Not just any match, though. We’ve got all this heat, want to use it the right way.”

She pressed her lips to Lai’s earlobe and whispered, letting her lips brush against her with every word. ”What kind of match? Tempt me.”

The girl was quick, dipping in-between Lai's arms only to spring up behind her in a deep embrace. Every time Lai thought she had even the slightest bit of control, Kozue always managed to surprise her. Not that she and any problem with that of course. It was more than just a tease, what was going on between the two of them. Probing and exploring each other, sizing one another up both emotionally and physically. Flirting was both a game and a contest, and Lai wanted nothing more than a match that would reflect which one out of the two of them was the better at it.

And it seemed Kozue was in complete concurrence. She was right, after all this... proximity, a simple standard matchup simply wasn't going to cut it. Sure Lai wanted to find out everything about this women as a wrestler. In some way the ring was just as exciting as the bed, offering intimacy, excitement, and ambition, all in the way of combat. But that was the thing about AFW, it offered all of that and more, much more. Lai would be a fool not to take advantage of it now. She didn't consider herself primarily a hentai fighter whatsoever. She was all about the combat, Fighting an opponent on a matter of physical skills, not sexual ones.

But if all she wanted was to fight, then there were a million other leagues she could've joined. She knew she wanted something more, hence her decision to join this promotion. While she certainly wasn't going to make a career out of hentai matches, there wasn't necessarily any harm in dabbling it. Besides, she couldn't think of a better welcome then a match like that with someone like Kozue. It was settled then, Lai knew what she had in mind.

She took a few seconds to enjoy their embrace, the gentle grip of Kozue's arms around her waist, the seductive tone that resonated by ear and sent shivers down her back. As good as it was, Lai soon broke it of in exchange for a position of her own. She took Kozue's arms and slowly unwrapped them from her waist, still holding onto them as she spun around to face Kouze. She stared deeply back at the women, her lips fashioned in an excited smile.

"Standard victory conditions, ya know, pinfall, submission, knockout whatever..." Lai leaned in close, this time making it her turn to brush her lips against Kozue's ear

"But only after I squeeze an orgasm out of ya" Lai whispered the kicker before pulling back, her signature smile replaced by something more cheeky and playful as she eyed her soon-to-be opponent in front of.

Kozue had her own ideas about where she wanted this to go, the sort of match she wanted with Lan, and she doubted that her new companion - if you could use that kind of word to describe something this hot - would object. They were on the same page with most things tonight, and that didn’t seem like it would change.

Oil match? She’d be for it, so long as they didn’t go with that baby oil. Bad for the eyes.

A smother match? Neither of them were all that busty on the whole, but they could make it work.

A straight-up hentai match? A little predictable, but she wouldn't have complained.

She wanted something spicy, though. All this heat hadn't made her forget the talk about her fighting style, and she was itching to see how well she stacked up against the Chinesewoman, how their skills compared. A little fighting, a little fucking, and Lan hit the nail square on its head with her choice.

”After.” She shivered and closed her eyes as Lan pulled away, savoring the sensations for as long as she could. ”Right.”

From a career standpoint, this was probably a dumb idea. Kozue wasn’t a hentai wrestler. Sure, she had been in an intimate match, had her little facesitting war with Mariko and a rematch on the horizon, but that was the exception to a rule - in her entire time with the AFW, she’d never really made another woman orgasm in the ring. She was stumbling into untrained territory, the sort of thing that Benikage hadn’t even prepared for. If she lost, she’d lose big.

Somehow, that made it hotter.

”I’m down. One thing, though.” She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against Lai’s, applying some real pressure to it and daring the woman to match her. Kozue was all in when it came to this woman, loved the look of her, the feel of her...but she wanted that fire, too, and she didn’t have a problem stoking it. ”Winner gets the loser back at her place for the night. All night. Anything she wants, any way she wants. Prisoner of War.”

If she was familiar enough with the rules, then there was a strong chance she knew the stips, too, and Kozue figured this was a good way to add some stakes. Not that she would have a problem being at Lai’s beck and call until the morning, but there were so many things she wanted to try to. Things she wouldn’t do if they weren’t both willing, but that extra little illusion really made them work.

”Deal?” She gave a few innocent blinks after her offer had a moment or two to sink in. ”Kiss on it.”