When Stars Collide, Rachel Nova vs. Ellie St. James

Managing to push back Ellie was a task easier said then done, she had to actually work for it. Surprisingly, despite the drastic change with her rival, Rachel reclaimed her territory and perhaps then some. It was all about settling in her headlock now that would put the icing on the cake to close out the first round. With a wide step, she’d throw her weight, dragging them with her as her hand at their collar snaked around to catch her neck, pulling it in close against her chest and bicep. She wouldn’t wrench them in this position but her hold was anything but light.

The Ash Lavender haired woman struggles, grabbing her hip the other places against her back as they attempted to break free. Their angle was awkward due to her height but that didn’t mean keeping them in her iron vice was anything but easy. She grunts softly as she bends her knees to keep herself steady, her fingers locked tightly to avoid being pryed apart. ”Nope, sorry. You didn’t say the magic word.” She replies.

She needed to think, keeping them locked her forever wouldn’t get her anywhere nor would it get her any closer to winning the match either. The model had to consider her next move, and fast before Ellie got any bright ideas. Besides, she wanted to get back to the good part where they were kissing again.

Suddenly a plan came to mind, it eas risky and definitely could go anywhere but her way but she didn’t have much of a choice at the moment. Reaching down to grab the hand at her wrist, the German locks her fingers along their wrists. Quickly dropping the headlock, she takes another wide step, aiming for the corner post, she’d follow through her step to send Ellie dashing toward the corner with an attempt at an Irish whip, to get things rolling again.

Every attempt at freedom, each tug of squirm had her cheek grinding up exactly where she didn't it want to be. The worst part was she didn't even think this was Rachel intentionally doing this to get to her, just doing what was a reasonably simple and effective starting move. Letting out a soft frustrated huff at the model teasing her for not saying please.  Her backside perked into the air as she was bent further forward, fighting to keep steady before having to bend at her knees as well. The last thing she needed was to be lectured right now and it only made her more determined to not ask again more politely and fight her way free. She'd pay her back for that later, or try at least.

Suddenly she felt like she was making progress, yanking her head back hard only to find the hold no longer cinched fully, because Rachel had shifted gears to grab her by the arm. With a surprising grasp as she was forward and sent off towards the corner, stumbling over her feet from the initial momentum she managed to find a pace and start to slow, turning at the last minute to collide with the turnbuckles with a hard grunt, facing towards Rachel again.

The jolt of the turnbuckle ramming into her back even as she had slowed was enough to slow her, slumped for a moment with her arms draped over the ropes. She gave her head a small shake, catching Rachel's gaze as the woman hurried over, looking to follow up on the work she had already done. Leaning out of the corner Ellie steps up to meet her but found outstretched arms to meet her, shoving her back into the corner, arching her back against the padded covers. The model pushed herself up against the rookie, their leotards leaving very little to the imagination as she pinned her in with a grind. Ellie winced, starting to push back until she felt Rachel's leg slip between hers, brushing up along the inside of her thighs. She let out a shuddered to exhale as her legs quivers, blushing fiercely as she looked into the other woman's eyes with a fiery determination to free herself.

As Rachel's lips met Ellie's the rookie went wide-eyed. That spark of resistance was still there but there was a softness to it now dulling the edge. It would have been easy for her to pull back or throw her head to the side to stop it, but she didn't, allowing Rachel to not only take her kiss but command it. She hadn't been able to hide it away for more than a minute before the model had already pulled her to pieces… the embarrassment welling up inside her as she let this happen was held back by the moment. As that smoldering flame in her eyes was snuffed to embers and she closed her eyes, tilting her chin slightly to the side, giving Rachel all she could want from her lips at a more convenient angle, shamelessly granting her continued access with a whimpered moan.

While it was possible she might hate herself later for this, in the moment Ellie couldn't bring herself to care. Her back weakly arched pressing herself up against Rachel's pleasing figure held for but a moment until the tension slipped away. She relaxed into the corner, weakly lifting her arms not to lush Rachel away, but lay them across the top rope to hell hold her herself upright. Each heated exchange of their lips may have well been a bodyslam, laying her out over and over, stealing away her will to fight and energy to resist. She couldn't make sense of it all as she drowned in Rachel's affections… Was she this susceptible to this sort of thing or was Rachel just…. A really good kisser. It wasn't as if Ellie had much experience which certainly didn't help her to ward off such an attack.

She felt those fingers caress her curves, playing at venturing to more sacred places by lingering along the outskirts. The rules she had hated earlier became vexing for a whole new reason now as her mind was dragged into her own desires to be taken. When their lips parted she let out a heavy pant as if she had been running a marathon this whole time, head lolling slightly to the side. It wasn't until Rachel spoke that Ellie opened her eyes slightly. They had a slight sheen to them almost as if they had been glazed over with infatuation, a rosy blush had never left her heated cheeks. Her lips moved to speak but Rachel's leg drifting up her thighs made her buckle and shudder before words formed anything but a moan, leaving her only to nod her head in response. Had the model shared her wants to stay like this, it didn't seem as though Ellie would likely complain… nor were the fans who were far more happy with the current makeout session they were being treated to over an actual match.

Ellie succumbed to each kiss placed upon her lips, savoring each with a soft hum of contentment. It had not taken Rachel to win the rookie over from their rocky beginnings to now have her practically eating out of the palm of the German's hand. The match didn't matter anymore, her pride was of no consequence, this was what she wanted now and Rachel wanted her to. That was perhaps what she enjoyed most, how passionate and gentle her "opponent" was being, she couldn't help but fall for her.

As their lips parted and Rachel’s lips ventured along her jawline, Ellie sucked in her lower lip, biting down at each tingling sensation left by those savory lips along her jawline. When they parted she longed for more, weakly following those retreating lips in a dreamy haze only to have them dance across her chin. A pleasant tingle as each exploratory kiss moved across her body, just as happy with this as she had been to meet them with her own. Ellie drew in her lower lip, biting down gently with a soft moan as Rachel ventured along her neck, the rookie even leaning her head to the side to give the other woman all the space she needed to ravish her completely.

"Yes?" Ellie found herself whispering as Rachel spoke her name, eager to please if it meant more of this. The feeling of the German's heated and heavy breaths along her neck was enough to make her melt, squirming under the weight of the taller woman's body against hers. She didn't respond at first to the permission she had just been given, not until their lips met again. It muffled a small moan as her arms slipped away from the ropes to instead drape themselves over Rachel's shoulders. Her hands slipped hesitantly up along the back of her neck, fingers combing through Rachel's silky hair. She enjoyed the touch, the feel of it all.

Arching her back she pushed back against Rachel's full figure, a slight bump of their hips before she shifted, purposely sliding herself up the length of Rachel's thigh, shuddering as her body burned with want. Such things were apparent as their breasts heaved against one another with an unmistakable perked stiffness poking through her leotard. She remained subdued with her efforts, leaving no doubt that Rachel was the ringleader between them.

Ellie drew in a sharp breath as Rachel's hand slipped along her backside, settling to take hold of her. She didn't feel as if she were slipping anymore, not with the model cradling her so close. She loved the feeling of the model's strength to hold onto her so closely, marveling at just how much more powerful she felt now than moments before in their grappling. Her own strength has been dwindling, broken down, and drained from all the tender affection. Rachel's ability to control her only made her swoon harder. She loved that, wanted that.

When their lips met again there was less technique as passion fueled each touch. Ellie found herself unable to hold back a delighted little giggle between her moans, seemingly smitten with this more ravenous approach. She felt as if Rachel was laying claim to her, conquering her, and at this moment that was all she wanted as her submissive side began to shine through more fully. Her body shook against the creaking turnbuckles when Rachel returned to her throat, something new added to her kisses. She felt the pinch of teeth on her tender skin and found a thrill to something she had hardly ever experienced before.

Her head lolled forward feeling so heavy now as Rachel roamed her neck, finding it hard to keep herself upright now more than ever. Weakly she nuzzled her cheek against the top of Rachel's hair, drawing in a sharp inhale of her fresh hair. "Rachel..." The name slipped from her lips without a thought in a low desperate moan, having it all but wanting more. Another light bump of their hips as Ellie rubbed herself up against the model's pleasurable thighs, seeking her own form of release knowing full well this match wouldn't allow Rachel's nimble fingers or sweet lips to traverse where she wanted them more right now.