Femie Weydman Vs. Misaki Sagashima

In the back of her mind, Femie thought that it might have been too much to kiss Misaki. However, she was certainly surprised herself when the girl kissed back. Femie's eyes went from closed to wide open in and instant before she settled into the kiss, wrapping both her arms around Misaki's waist and deepening the kiss.

"Mmmmnnnn...."

She kissed as long as it seemed respectable to do so before she pulled away. She then opened her eyes but kept her face and lips close. "Kiss it and make it better, ma chere..." She purred.

"Mais... perhaps we should continue in a slightly more private atmosphere. Besides, I think we may have things to discuss, if you'd like. My office, perhaps? You can see me anytime you like, ma chere." Femie slowly pulled away and turned, reachign into the ref's pocket and pulling out her monocle before fitting it back on her eye. She turned and beamed at Misaki. "For business OR pleasure, ma chere! Ohoho!"

With a guttural chuckle, she slipped back towards Misaki and kissed both her cheeks. "Adieu, ma chere. Take care of yourself, si vous plait!" She said as she slipped through the ropes and skipped back up the ramp.

Time almost seemed to stand still for Misaki, as she completely lost herself in the impromptu kiss. Even as Femie pulled away, she seemed to remain in a complete daze, almost oblivious to what was going on. She half-consciously watched Femie give her farewell and slide out of the ring, before finally reality came crashing back down on her.

Suddenly realizing what she had just done, Misaki's face instantly flushed an even brighter red than any time before.

"A-a-a-a-a-ahhhhhhhhhhh...!" Completely embarrassed, she spun around and took off, sliding out of the ring, and sprinting up the ramp and to the relative seclusion of the locker rooms.