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[ 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.

Oh, I love it.

[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.]

No.

[ 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.

Say please.

[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?

Say please, and let me up-- and I will.

[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.]

Well, if you're serious.

Thank you. [ It's dry, like she sort of doesn't think she should have to be thanking her to begin with but is also grateful that she's given in. But there are better ways to show that.

Johanna's hand falls back and instead of letting her up Kate reaches for her wrist, presses the other down beside it (not hard, she could get away if she wanted), and leans in for a kiss. It starts not gentle exactly but slow and builds heat as it goes, an exceptionally thorough exploration of her mouth. ]

[She hates to feel trapped. Sometimes she even hates to be on her back, under someone. Soft and exposed and trapped--there are good reasons for hating that. But that momentary seize is quickly overtaken by just how pleased Johanna is at the kiss, at the contact of Kate against her.

And then nothing else matters but the pressure of Kate's mouth on hers, and Johanna pushes up a little to meet that force, her fingers flexing on nothing, her toes curled where they press to the mat. Slowly, one of her legs draws up a little, trying to leverage some force against Kate--though for once not to flip her off, to try and roll over and get her in some choke hold. This is, momentarily, more interesting than choke holds.]

[ Maybe they should just start doing this on their sides because Kate isn't any more fond of being on the bottom than Johanna. (Except for how she really didn't mind it last time, even though it went totally against her usual first time policy.) Her hold on Johanna now is loose and she hasn't gone for a pin or a lock, legs free in a way she never leaves them when they're wrestling. She even lets go of a wrist so she can lay her palm on Johanna's jaw and tilt the kiss even deeper.

Johanna gets her leverage and Kate remains totally engrossed in her mouth. Finally she breaks away but doesn't really draw back, lips and noses still close enough to brush, so each word comes with a scrap of a kiss. ] My back is freezing. Can we get outta here?

Edited (super important punctuation (no)) 2014-10-31 23:06 (UTC)

[She further interrupts the kiss to laugh--though she also does it without pulling away from her, bumping her teeth against Kate's lips.]

Whining isn't cute.

[As general statement. Kate wasn't really whining, per se, and in case she thinks about bitching about exactly that, Johanna bites at her lip before she lets that fierceness slip into another kiss.

And then she snakes a hand between them to shove at Kate's shoulder.]

Get up. And don't put your clothes on.

I'm n-- [ Kate was totally going to argue that point, but she's not unhappy to be interrupted, pressing nearer into the next kiss. The shove gets her sitting up on her knees and then pushing smoothly to her feet, looking down at Johanna. She offers a hand and a smirk. ]

But what if I want you to take them off me again?

Really?

[She gives Kate a scathing little look, but accepts her hand up. And really, she's thinking the suggestion isn't that bad, except for the part where it wastes time--but it could be a fun waste of time...

Impatience makes her second-guess the value of that fun. Pride means she doesn't admit it, either, but shrugs, one shouldered.]

If you want to waste time.

[ Kate hauls her up to her feet and doesn't let go, another tug bringing them toe to toe. ]

It might be fun. [ She speaks close, lips and nose ghosting down Johanna's jaw and cheekbone toward her ear but not quite making it before she stops short. ] But maybe next time.

[ She lets go and steps back out of her space, gathering up her clothes and shoes but not putting them on as she heads back out toward Johanna's room. ]

[Next time. She's more than okay with doing that next time, and equally more than okay with there being a next time at all.

Which means that she can take a little time to watch Kate walk off, observing her bare ass. And then, leisurely, she moves after her, though it doesn't take much to catch up.]

Don't try and go without me. You won't get far.

[Not that she sounds particularly bothered or love-struck. Just stating a fact, that's all.]

Even if I did give you a head start.

[ Kate knows her ass is being watched. Or assumes, anyway. Confidently assumes. So she walks like she's wearing heels, feet on a straight line so hips swing. She gets to the doorway before she turns to look back over her shoulder, leaning against the frame so her body is in profile. She grins. ]

Hurry up, then. Unless you just want to meet me at the finish line.

[ Johanna catches up even as she's saying it and Kate pushes off the door to head down the hall with her. It's a short walk but she spends most of it keeping an eye out on their surroundings, not bothering to hide her wariness. Not bothering to hide when she's checking Johanna out, either, which is almost as often. ]

Like I'd let you finish without me.

[Let. Notice that. She's going to be very involved in this, full stop, though she is in no way discouraging the fact that Kate is looking at her. Nor is she pretending like she's not looking back at her, because she absolutely is.

But before they reach her room: there's dozens and dozens of empty rooms on this floor, and Johanna grabs hold of Kate's hand, suddenly, and tugs her into one of the empty ones instead. This is practically a reprise of their first hook-up. She tugs her clothes out of her hands, in case she gets any ideas of trying to put them on, or set them down, and then she's on Kate again, stepped in close to kiss her again, picking up right where they'd left off.]

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