Andromeda Jane vs. Annette Weber - Stargazing

People looked at Annette and assumed she was delicate, someone that seemed somewhat amiss in combat sports of all things. Being a model carried those kinds of assumptions. Pretty faces like theirs had to be protected after all and couldn't risk the permanent damage. Oh, if only skin care, hair salons, and morning exercise routines were still enough for her.

Ann wanted to think that Andromeda was underestimating her in the same way, but that couldn't have been it. Between photoshoots, a jiu-jitsu dojo, and an entire indie league, she'd met her fair share of unique personalities. Plenty of them took winning a little too seriously for her liking. Ann had been hurt before on that back of those attitudes, placed in positions that forced her hand otherwise. But smacking her face into the floor - her image, her trademark - just smacked of all sorts of envy and disdain from a woman that she'd never even met before.

Ann's unsteady rise was halted with a foot pressed to her back. Through her groggy stupor she attempted to look over her shoulder at the woman behind her, trying to steal a glance at whar Andromeda may have been planning. The giggles and jeers from the crowd around her suggested that it was nothing particularly flattering. Before she could voice a single word in protest, she was lead up to her feet and found her arms tied up above her head. Ann groaned and wriggled in the hold, twisting herself left and right to little avail. The minty breath by her ear stopped her cold with a slight tingle to her spine. Her eyes cast to one side, attempting to glance over her shoulder to the blonde. A wet kiss at her nape drew a light moan from her lips. She brought her head back and nipped at her bottom lip as she canted her head to one side, granting the English goddess even more space along her open neck.

This close, it was much easier to appreciate what an amazing body Andromeda had. Curvaceous at a glance, but it was refined with hardened muscle and supple skin cloaked in a honeyed fragrance that permeated Ann's nose and mouth the longer she stayed in this hold. The more she felt, the more she wanted. It was tempting to just stay here forever.

Tempting, yes. Two could play at this.

She leaned back against the blonde. She was no longer fighting the full nelson, accepting every inch of Andromeda. Her hips began a slow grind, pressing her bikini-clad butt against the Englishwoman's crotch with a gentle, yet forceful rub up and down. Up and down. She guided her body through the motion like a wave, and Jane the sandy shore that she would meet again and again with a splash and a kiss. "It truly is a shame that...that beguiling beauty...martial accumumen...and supreme confidence...can't disguise the fact you...Andromeda...missed your lesson in manners."

Annette suddenly jerked her hips forward and then threw them back to slam her hips into the goddess' breadbasket. Her aim to attack her posture more than anything else. If she could get Jane to list even a little, it would make the motion that came after even easier. Ann buckled down and took quick steps backward, forcing the two of them into a reverse run into the turnbuckles. Just before impact, Ann would throw herself back and slam the blonde firmly into the corner.