[ Kate has only gotten as far as toeing off her shoes and lifting the hem of her shirt up around her chin when that makes her stop and stare flatly at Johanna. ]
[Stupid suggestion. She pushes Kate's hands out of the way so she can undo the button herself, hook her thumbs into the belt loops and tug down, all very easy and matter-of-fact.]
You'll be falling out of that pretty bra of yours in two seconds. Or I'll snap the straps on you when you're trying to choke me.
If you rip this I really will strangle you. [ Kate means the bra, a hand even lifting protectively to a strap. But Johanna undressing her isn't hurting. She steps out of her jeans. ] I feel like this needs a soundtrack right now. Something really cheesy and porny, maybe.
[Without pause, she kicks Kate's jeans aside and slips one hand up her bare back, fingers skimming up until they find the other bra strap, which she plucks at, almost gently. The slap it makes against Kate's shoulderblade is minuscule.]
You'll have to supply the music, if you want music. I don't have any, and I'm not here to sing.
[Come on, Katie, what do you think. She lets her hand slip down again, tracing along the line of Kate's back--and with one deft movement, undoes that clasp. With that same hand, she hooks her thumb back into the strap and tugs it down over Kate's shoulder, wearing a very self-satisfied smirk.]
[ She thinks it's fun to poke at her and also that her hand was right there already! Efficiency. Kate slips it off and bends to gather up her clothes. She's not going to fold them, but they are going all together in a pile, at least. ]
Of course you have. Alright, let's get this completely ridiculous thing overwith.
[But really do sound excited, like Johanna--who immediately steps in and grabs for Kate's left arm, half turned toward her--right arm snaked around her back again, right hip pressed close--and still gripping at Kate's left arm, which she tugs on, sharply, pulls her in--either to heave her onto her back and over her shoulder, slam her down onto the mat--or else just start a weird sideways dance with her, whatever.]
[ No way, Johanna undressing her has been the best part of this.
If she can just forget about the nudity (at least her own) for a minute maybe she can get her head back in the game. So she's not about to get thrown over Johanna's shoulder, stepping into her body and moving to hook an ankle around hers and pull it out from beneath her. Normally Kate'd be doing some punching right now but she forgoes it, hands grappling at the hold Johanna has on her instead. ]
Edited (Less meta whining ) 2014-10-30 13:50 (UTC)
[The hook pulls her left foot off of the mat, but Johanna is quick to shift her weight, sink back into her right foot instead. It turns her, moves her hip out from where it was pressed to Kate--and she slips her arm out from behind her as well, claps both hands onto Kate's right arm to try and keep her hold on it.
And just because she's got a grip on some bare skin, she shifts both hands, sharply, twisting Kate's skin under her hands, moves it in two separate directions. This isn't an official wrestling move, but really, who cares.]
Ow! Jesus, you really are the worst. [ Kate's quick to retaliate for taking advantage of Johanna's hands being together and weight being off balance on one foot. She grabs her around her left thigh and lifts, then drops her onto the mat on her back, coming down on top. ]
[Johanna spares a breath for her laugh, but it cuts off quickly as she's slammed back against the mat. Kate's weight pins her; the pressure of the fall winds her--but she sputters another laugh, and does her best to twist up, to try and lock an arm around Kate's neck--]
You like it--
[Her, she means, and everything worst that comes with her. And bare skin against bare skin, come on, you've got to like that a little, too, Katie--]
I like this. [ Now Kate grins at her, and a little smirkily as she shifts, emphasizing all that skin involved. She lets her weight pin Johanna down and grabs for her wrists, trying to wrench them away from her throat and toward the mat instead. ]
[The biggest concession Johanna makes to that move, is that her breath skips, just a little--but that could be one last after-effects of being winded by the sudden weight of Kate. A second later and she's totally over it anyways; she gives Kate one wrist, but writhes the other one away, flops it over her head for a second, just to get it free of Kate--and then she grabs for her hair at the top of her head, trying to get a handful.]
[ Kate grabs for that second wrist when it's above Johanna's head (perfect, right where she wants it anyway) but misses and of course it's back to her hair. She slaps it away hard but doesn't try to corral it to prevent a second attempt, instead grabbing for Johanna's hair instead. She's never really gone for hair-pulling when they've fought before but she digs her hand in this time and gets a good grip, gives it a tug. ] Do you like that? You keep doing it to me, it makes me wonder if it's a hint.
[She answers through her teeth, with a huff of breath that's half an exhalation of pain and half a laugh, and twists her grip in Kate's hair, wrenching at the handful that she's got. Kate's hair is longer, it's easier to get a cruel grip and twist--but Johanna's eyes are watering a little from the grip at her hair, even if she's still wearing that bare-teeth grin--]
I love it, do it again--
[And to communicate her eagerness, she shoves up, with her hips, arches up against Kate as she winds her fingers still tighter.]
[ Kate keeps her grip but relaxes the tension, even as she's having to duck her head to try to get away from the painful pull on her own scalp. The way her teeth are grit together isn't a grin and her eyes are definitely watering after that last twist. ]
[She doesn't tighten her grip, but she doesn't loosen it, either--she just lets Kate linger in the hold. This isn't really wrestling any longer, but that doesn't mean Johanna is going to stop.]
Look. [ Kate's jaw shifts, tightens even further, mouth a thin line for a moment like she's trying not to get pissed and mostly succeeding. ] If you're going to be pulling my hair you'd better be doing something pretty fucking hot to me at the same time. Otherwise this doesn't work for me. Alright?
[It comes out a little strained, just because of the angle that Kate's got her at--but Johanna is willing to compound the twist in order to give a little incentive. Kate's grip is looser than her own, which means she can pull against it. Her hips drop back to the mat as she curls up, to press a kiss to Kate's mouth. It's not as hard as it could be; she's still fighting against her grip. But it's still a good kiss, and the strain adds hunger to it.]
I'm-- [ cut off by the kiss, because it's a good kiss and it is why she's here, after all. Kate leans into it, her grip on Johanna's hair loosening even if the one on her wrist doesn't and she doesn't lift her weight off her. When she pulls back Kate continues ] --serious. Please let go.
[Her first reaction is to say no, so much so that the curl of her smirk loosens like she's going to say it, a purse of her lips as she pulls out of the kiss--but then, with a sigh, she unknits her fingers and lets her grip on Kate's hair loosen. Her hand flops over her head again, limp, like she's fallen from a great distance.]
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We could oil up, if you're worried about chafing.
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Yeah, that's definitely going to be a 'no'.
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Come on. We're never going to have any fun this way. Hurry up, I didn't invite you here for you to have your shirt half-on and half-off--
[If Kate needs incentive, here it is, in the form of Johanna moving in to grab hold of the hem of her shirt, too, and tugging it upwards.]
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Better? What if you wrestle naked and I just wrestle topless, how's that.
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[Stupid suggestion. She pushes Kate's hands out of the way so she can undo the button herself, hook her thumbs into the belt loops and tug down, all very easy and matter-of-fact.]
You'll be falling out of that pretty bra of yours in two seconds. Or I'll snap the straps on you when you're trying to choke me.
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[Without pause, she kicks Kate's jeans aside and slips one hand up her bare back, fingers skimming up until they find the other bra strap, which she plucks at, almost gently. The slap it makes against Kate's shoulderblade is minuscule.]
You'll have to supply the music, if you want music. I don't have any, and I'm not here to sing.
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[ Time to either back out or bite this bullet. She reaches to shove panties down herself, leaving the bra. ]
Let's see your unclasping skills.
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[Come on, Katie, what do you think. She lets her hand slip down again, tracing along the line of Kate's back--and with one deft movement, undoes that clasp. With that same hand, she hooks her thumb back into the strap and tugs it down over Kate's shoulder, wearing a very self-satisfied smirk.]
Like I haven't done this before.
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Of course you have. Alright, let's get this completely ridiculous thing overwith.
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Don't sound so excited.
[But really do sound excited, like Johanna--who immediately steps in and grabs for Kate's left arm, half turned toward her--right arm snaked around her back again, right hip pressed close--and still gripping at Kate's left arm, which she tugs on, sharply, pulls her in--either to heave her onto her back and over her shoulder, slam her down onto the mat--or else just start a weird sideways dance with her, whatever.]
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If she can just forget about the nudity (at least her own) for a minute maybe she can get her head back in the game. So she's not about to get thrown over Johanna's shoulder, stepping into her body and moving to hook an ankle around hers and pull it out from beneath her. Normally Kate'd be doing some punching right now but she forgoes it, hands grappling at the hold Johanna has on her instead. ]
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And just because she's got a grip on some bare skin, she shifts both hands, sharply, twisting Kate's skin under her hands, moves it in two separate directions. This isn't an official wrestling move, but really, who cares.]
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You like it--
[Her, she means, and everything worst that comes with her. And bare skin against bare skin, come on, you've got to like that a little, too, Katie--]
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[She answers through her teeth, with a huff of breath that's half an exhalation of pain and half a laugh, and twists her grip in Kate's hair, wrenching at the handful that she's got. Kate's hair is longer, it's easier to get a cruel grip and twist--but Johanna's eyes are watering a little from the grip at her hair, even if she's still wearing that bare-teeth grin--]
I love it, do it again--
[And to communicate her eagerness, she shoves up, with her hips, arches up against Kate as she winds her fingers still tighter.]
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[ Kate keeps her grip but relaxes the tension, even as she's having to duck her head to try to get away from the painful pull on her own scalp. The way her teeth are grit together isn't a grin and her eyes are definitely watering after that last twist. ]
Not until you let go of mine.
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[She doesn't tighten her grip, but she doesn't loosen it, either--she just lets Kate linger in the hold. This isn't really wrestling any longer, but that doesn't mean Johanna is going to stop.]
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[It comes out a little strained, just because of the angle that Kate's got her at--but Johanna is willing to compound the twist in order to give a little incentive. Kate's grip is looser than her own, which means she can pull against it. Her hips drop back to the mat as she curls up, to press a kiss to Kate's mouth. It's not as hard as it could be; she's still fighting against her grip. But it's still a good kiss, and the strain adds hunger to it.]
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Well, if you're serious.
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