Nina's Tea Party (for Hawthorne)

Nina found it amusing that Leon took time to stare at her legs. Aphrodite the goddess of love rising from the foam of the sea did cause her fair share of shock amongst the beachcombers... All the better for her.

But now he had skillfully unraveled her arms from around her neck. That was worth noting. She winced but didn't cry out as he dragged her arm over his shoulder. It would take more than that, much longer in this, to really hurt her.

In return she squeezed his waist in, her legs having latched firmly around Leon's waist by now. Her free hand sought to free her captured arm. Nina reckoned she still held the advantage, positioned at Leon's six, legs in place and the rest of her holding steady, though her soft breasts did end up massaging Leon's back as he pulled on her, her warm breath washing upon his neck with every puff he extracted from her.

Leon knew this grip he had on Nina's arm wasn't anywhere close to putting pain on her. But he needed to hold her, to buy some time to think... between the sharp jolts of pain sent through his body by Nina's potent thighs. Her soft breath tickling the back of his neck... Stay focused, now... you can take her. After comes the gentler business...

Powering through a scissors hold wouldn't work... as much as he wanted to caress her legs, pain kept Leon's mind focused... and began to dissuade his gentlemanly instincts.

He'd have to fight his way out, and his hold on Nina's arm gave him a target that might work. Quickly, he would release Nina's arm with one of his hands and then drive the elbow back with all he could muster into Nina's armpit or shoulder, whatever he could hit.

Not wanting to waste the moment, he would try to reach back with both arms after, gently trying to find Nina's cheek without reaching any more tender spots, and then harshly trying to shove her face under the surface of the tea.

Nina was quick to react to the lessened pressure on her wrist. She devoted her upper body strength to drawing her arm free-

"Unh!"

-only for Leon's freed elbow to dig into her wide-open side.

"Hey!" referee Anna exclaimed. "You hit her! You bastard!"

Nina was indeed hurt as well as startled. Distracted, she dunked undertea for her pains. She managed to close her eyes and mouth before she was totally submerged, as she grabbed for Leon's wrists to try and pry him off her. Her legs had remained around Leon, albeit loosened; once she recovered her nerves, she scissored him again.

Oh come on, she can take it! Leon didn't have time to vocalize his objections. The brief release of the burning pain around his waist and his ability to breathe properly again meant Nina's legs had weakened their hold. If he couldn't capitalize on this... well, no sense in thinking about THAT.

Leon would immediately try to roll himself around and off Nina, hoping to twist himself out of Nina's grasp before she could lock it in again.

Nina's fingers and legs missed the escaping Leon by a hair's breadth. He got away, she thought as she sat up, And he let me off easily...

She smiled. Even as Anna clucked at Leon over his striking her mistress (the maid helpfully plunked herself between them to give Nina a moment to recover), she called out:

"It's all right, Anna. It was a good move and called for. I welcome the challenge. I relish it, even."

She rose from the tea like Aphrodite birthed by the sea. Nina was completely soaked, dripping wet yet somehow hot and looking like she was loving it. She smiled at Leon. "Shall we?" she invited as she raised her arms.

Leon rose to his feet and raised his arms as Anna approached, half expecting the maid to want to throw down here and now. He focused largely on trying to recapture his breath and tamp down the pain from Nina's vicious scissor hold.

As Nina rose, Leon let out a soft, breathless, exasperated chuckle, shaking his head. "There's no rest with you, is there? I like that." He wiped some tea from his face, shaking his legs to try to get the blood flowing back to his lower body. "Alright then," he nodded, eying Nina once more, "Let's do this." He raised his arms to meet hers. Pain, adrenalin, and being soaked in tea did a lot to relieve Leon of any bothersome attempts at chivalry. Leon would move quickly in, trying to hook his arms around Nina's head and immobilize her with a headlock.

"No rest for the wicked," Nina agreed as Anna got out of their way. She stepped forward to meet Leon, only to wince from pain at her side, where she had been elbowed. Distracted, she was promptly captured in the headlock, grunting as she got held in place.

"Nina!" Anna exclaimed.

Her mistress gestured with a free hand that she was all right. Nina knew Anna wouldn't interfere. Now to deal with Leon...

Nina's arm, the one nearer Leon, sought to hook around his leg. Perhaps she could lift him backwards for a quick fisherman's suplex?

Leon let out another soft chuckle at Nina's sharp response. "You're something else, you know that?"

He struggled to hold Nina steady after locking her in his grasp, still trying to conquer the throbbing pain in his waist. His propensity for admiring his opponent paid off as he spotted her attempt to hook him by the leg while he tried to figure out what to do with Nina next. "Oh nononono..." He muttered as he attempted to throw his weight backward, aiming to flip Nina over and to the ground before she could counter-attack.

((OOC: I'll leave it to you if Leon is still holding onto Nina after the throw.))

The surprised but impressed Nina found herself flipped onto the iced tea instead of her opponent. Now she was on her back with Leon-

Leon rolled with the flip, finding himself on hands and knees atop Nina. The surprised smile on his face betrayed that feat as unintentional. Face to face with Nina, he leaned in, as if to steal a kiss, before stopping suddenly. Grinning, he spoke, "Wait, haven't earned that yet."

Winking at Nina, Leon would try to roll off Nina, aiming to grab her arm, hook it in an armbar, and slam his legs across Nina's chest in one swift move.