Janet and Azami's Night Out

“Oh!” Janet gasped, her eyes shining as she imagined a weekend with Azami as the Japanese princessâ€s pet. Curling up next to her on the bed, getting hit with a newspaper when sheâ€d been bad…

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she squealed, bouncing up and down in her seat. “That is a perfect idea, Azami! Just so long as the winner puts a leash on the loser and takes her on little walks around the arena, and gives her treats when sheâ€s been good. Oh, itâ€s got a wonderful A Midsummer Nightâ€s Dream vibe to it, if you understand what I mean.”

She reached across the table again, this time wrapping her arms around her blue-haired friend and pulling her in for a sloppy French kiss. Just then the waitress arrived with their Ziti Al Forno, rolling her eyes when she saw the two lip-locked wrestlers. “Seriously?” the girl muttered, setting the pasta down at the edge of the table and walking away.

"Haha, aren't you the excited one!" Azami laughed at Janet's reaction. "Of course! That would be perfect~"

Azami found it amusing that the girl seemed to be eager at the pet idea. Her date sounded like she's going to make a nice pet already! Though, the blue haired girl was also imagining what if it was her that became the girl's pet instead. That didn't seem to be a bad idea at all. While she's dwelling in her little daydream, Janet reached for her and pulled her into a French kiss, which Azami was more than happy to receive.

The waitress would soon arrive to serve their main course while they're still kissing, and the blue haired girl would withdraw herself from Janet to allow her serve the food. Azami thought that she heard some sort if irritated reaction from the girl, but she didn't mind it at all. Maybe the waitress was jealous, a thought that almost made her chuckled.

"Oohh, this looks good!" exclaimed Azami before she forked the pasta and took a bite.

It's still a bit hot, but the taste was without a doubt excellent. Azami purred in delight and began to take some more from the plate, glancing at Janet.

"So, which match would you want to have first?" she asked.

Janet had the same thought as Azami when it came to the waitressâ€s reaction. She leaned over to whisper in the Japanese princessâ€s ear. “She really must be very jealous of us,” Janet observed, with a little giggle. “Or, I suppose, jealous of me, since I get to be on a date with a drop-dead gorgeous girl, and sheâ€s stuck waiting tables. Itâ€s a shame, really. Sheâ€s pretty cute. Though maybe not worthy of a beauty such as yourself. Then again, I donâ€t know if Iâ€m worthy of you, either.”

Leaning back, Janet shrugged and forked some of their pasta, taking a bite of the hot, cheesy noodles. “Mmm…” she purred, chewing for a few moments, savoring the flavor, before swallowing. “Youâ€re right.”

When Azami asked which match she would rather have first, Janet thought for a moment, putting a hand on her chin, before ultimately giving another noncommittal shrug. “It wouldnâ€t really matter to me. I think we could have fun in either match—and I think there must be dozens of other types of matches which would be fun, too.”

Azami giggled as she heard Janet's whisper, finding it funny that the girl had the same thought as herself. Great minds think alike. Maybe they're really connected. She's starting to believe that perhaps this girl could distract her from thinking about her cousin whenever she's free.

"What are you talking, Janet-san... of course you're worthy of me..." she said with a suggestive smile. "You beat me, after all," she winked.

Hearing that Janet couldn't really decide which type of match they'd rather be doing first, Azami felt the same way with her. Both matches seemed to be equally as fun, and there were also the possibilities of other interesting match type.

"Ah, that's true," she replied to her date's answer. "Maybe we can decide it after the we get to the hotel."

Janet giggled, blushing a little and covering her face with one hand. “Sure, I beat you, but only just, sweetie. You pretty much wrestled me to a draw. We could have a hundred rematches, and we would split them fifty-fifty, right down the middle.”

She took another bite of the Ziti Al Forno as Azami suggested that they could work out the specifics of their rematch once they had made it to their hotel. She nodded, chewing and swallowing before she replied. “Of course, of course. We can work all of that out over the champagne weâ€ll order brought up. Keep brainstorming more match ideas! Letâ€s try to find the ultimate battle for the two of us to do.”

“Until then,” she continued, “keep eating! Iâ€ll eat the whole thing if youâ€re too slow!” She picked up another chunk of the pasta on her fork, but, instead of bringing it to her mouth, she brought it up to Azamiâ€s, rubbing the food lightly against the girlâ€s lips, silently insisting that she eat it.

Azami felt that Janet said hit on the mark. Would be interesting if they could keep some sort of rivalry with an even score, while being all lovey-dovey outside the ring.

"It would be awesome if that's the case, Janet-san," she replied with a smile. "I would love to have a lovely rival like you."

She laughed at what the girl said about the food and was about to pick some of them for herself when her date already brought her fork to her lips. Azami blinked once and smiled at Janet. She ate the pasta from the girl's fork and offered her own fork to return the favor.

Janet smiled, sticking her tongue out teasingly at her date. “Hey, bring it on, sweetie. Iâ€m always up for a match, so we can plan for however many youâ€d like. We could even try to draw up a schedule for them all tonight!”

She laughed, as that was probably not the most feasible of plans. They would certainly need to okay any matches they wanted to do with AFW, and of course other matches with other girls might interfere with any long-term schedule. Still, she definitely would love to have a real rivalry with Azami in the ring—and a real good time with the princess outside of it.

When Azami ate the food off of her fork and offered her some in return, Janet giggled and playfully slurped up the proffered pasta. Once again, she put some ziti on her fork and brought it up to Azamiâ€s mouth, thinking it was sort of fun to feed her date and be fed in return.

Azami giggled in delight as Janet fed her again, and she did the same. It seemed fun for both of them to feed each other like this. For some reason the blue haired girl was starting to imagine her time as Janet's pet, or the other way around. She couldn't care less if there's anyone else watching their little antics now, although she blushed slightly at her own imagination.

"I'd love to have as many match as we can with you too, Janet-san..." she told her, breaking her own train of thoughts. "I'll have to say that it's sort of... addictive~"

She would keep feeding Janet as long as the girl did, until there's nothing left on their pasta plate anymore. Azami would then drank her strawberry juice and let out a pleasant "Ahh..." before looking at her date.

"So, would you want to have a dessert, or should we get on to the next part?" she asked.

Once they had finished off their Ziti Al Forno, Janet leaned back in her seat, pleasantly full, and belched loudly, in a most unladylike manner. She grabbed her lemonade and finished off the second glass as she mentally weighed the benefits and drawbacks of getting dessert right now. Suddenly, however, an idea formed in her mind, and she smiled at Azami.

“You know, as much as Iâ€d love one of the scrumptious desserts they have here, maybe we can have dessert later,” she said, biting a finger and tilting her head coyly. “For now, I suppose, we can get a check here, and go do some shopping.”

"Sure, that sounds good," Azami said, smiling. "Excuse me", she called the waitress and asked for the bill.

While waiting for the bill to come and the food to settle down a bit in her stomach, Azami finished her drink. The next part was shopping, and she owed Janet a lingerie after she threw hers to the crowds during their match. When the bill arrived, Azami took a quick glance to double check everything before she pulled out her credit card to pay for the food. Once the paying routine was finished, the blue haired girl looked at Janet to see whether the girl was ready to leave or not.

"All good?" she asked. "Where do you want to shop at?"