A business date! Sort of...(Amaya and Charity)

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[url=http://afwrpg.informe.com/forum/the-ring-f8/bed-wrestling-match-charity-vs-amaya-t7315.html:2c3wrat1]Bed wrestling match[/url:2c3wrat1]

Amaya was really nervous when she showed up at the doorstep of Charity, who she had wrestled some hours ago in a bed wrestling match. She really hoped that she had found a friend in the shark infested waters that was called AFW, but she was still unsure what had happened between them in that match. Was there even more?

After she had showered and ashamed seen that she could not afford an expensive guest present for her lovely host, she had picked up a simple but decorative flower in a pot and dressed more like what she thought of an American, a tight jeans with a cord belt and a silver buckle, some soft boots and a white shirt. She could not afford any jewelry, so she had tied a scarf around her neck.

Gulping a last time, she finally found the bravery to rang the doorbell.

As soon as her match with Amaya had ended, Charity had hurried back to her apartment to get things ready. She took a quick shower, then spent a majority of her time preparing the meal that she and Amaya would share, cleaning up some of the clutter, spraying some air freshener…doing all of the things to make her apartment, which in actuality was pretty average in terms of cleanliness, into a heaven of clutterless floors and fresh scents.

When the doorbell rang, she hopped up from the sofa and dashed over to the door, taking only a moment to check and make sure that she looked good in the mirror. She was dressed pretty plainly—she had on a pink T-shirt, some regular jeans, and a pair of socks with little kittens on them. She didnâ€t want to seem like too much of a weirdo by picking one of her more elaborate outfits. Now, her underwear—well, that was a different story. She had on her very best bra and panties!

“Amaya!” she said happily, opening the door to allow her new friend to enter. “It is so great to see you. Itâ€s only been a few hours, but Iâ€d started to miss you already…”

"Oh, h...hey Charity-chan."
from the match she already knew that Charity was sweet as sugar and very eager to make some quick statements about her desires and wishes, which had totally steamrolled the Japanese in their match and right now casted a light red shade on her cheeks again.

"Here! I brought you a flower. A viola. I guess."
She added hastily before bowling deeply to present the little flower to her gentle host with both hands while slipping out of her boots as soon as she had entered the apartment to reveal little blue socks.

Seeing her guest blush, Charity couldnâ€t help but blush as well. She had always been pretty empathic, and couldnâ€t help but worry that maybe Amaya wouldnâ€t like her apartment, or the dinner she had cooked, or some other little thing…Charity knew that she probably shouldnâ€t worry, but she did just the same.

“A f-flower?” Charity said, her eyes widening as she saw the beautiful blossom. “Oh, Amaya…you shouldnâ€t have. It is wonderful.”

Carefully, she took the potted plant from her Japanese visitor, and, hesitating only a moment, found what she felt was the perfect place for it, setting it in the middle of the small table in the corner of the apartment that she called the dining room. She rotated it slowly, trying to find just the right angle from which to display it. When she was finally satisfied, the blonde returned to her guest, a big smile on her face.

“Thank you,” she said. “I really canâ€t thank you enough…well, I could try…” She bent her head forward and gave Amaya a kiss on the cheek. After she did so, she would blush brightly and continue: “Can I take your scarf? Iâ€ll p-put it in the closet, and then we can get, uh, comfortable…”

"My pleasure, Charity-chan. I am really glad that you like it."
She watched Charity arranging her little flower with the greatest of care, showing again how cute and full of attention the American was.

She was about to enter the living room area where her flower was now arranged, thinking that she would probably wait there until her host came back and arranged herself for their dinner by pointlessly streaking over her clothes.
*T...thank me?...*
She thought, leaving her to a feeling that was both scared and excited after the kiss. She had never been afflicted with a girl before outside of a bed wrestling match and Charity managed to turn something nice sounding into a comment that made her think it had a sexual intend on some level. Her host had this ability to string a harp in her that had not been played too often until now.
"Thank you, that's so nice of you."
She had finally found a little confidence back, looking around in the apartment with a little smile.
"Your apartment is very nice. No, it's more, eh, lovely, a real girls apartment."

Charity was a little confused about what she wanted out of this night with Amaya. As lovely as their match had been, she didnâ€t know if she was ready for a sexual relationship—she wasnâ€t quite a virgin when she came to AFW, but she certainly would not have called herself experienced—and she wasnâ€t sure if her Japanese friend wanted that sort of thing, either. For now, she decided it would be best to avoid making any moves of that sort, just in case.

The blondeâ€s cheeks reddened even more when Amaya complimented her apartment. She gave a little shrug. “Well, I donâ€t know about that. I mean, to be honest, I, uh, did a lot of last-minute cleaning before you got here…I mean, Iâ€m not a slob, but I, uh, am not usually quite this clean…”

With a nod of her head, she indicated the small table where she had placed the flower. “Would you like to take a seat? Dinner is almost ready.”

"It looks very nice for a last minute cleaning, Charity-chan. Besides, you can't turn a dirt hole into a nice apartment in some minutes, so it can't have been that bad to start with."
It was easy to compliment someone for a job well done, and Amaya was on top of that also glad that they had changed the topic somewhat away from a content that could be seen from two points of view.

"Oh yes, thank you."
She sat down like a good girl immediately, crossing her legs at the knees.
"I'm actually starving for a good dinner. You can only eat so much noodles from the refrigerator until you can't stomach them anymore."

Charity clapped her hands together. “Oh, I really hope that you enjoy what Iâ€ve made, Amaya. See, Iâ€m not much of a chef, but I did a little cooking during high school—just as a hobby, you know—so I hope itâ€s alright.”

She brought out a platter full of food, setting it down on the table between her and Amaya. “I figured that, uh, since youâ€re from Japan and Iâ€m from the United States, I would make some Japanese food and some American food. Iâ€ve got some sushi here, and then some sliders—some miniature hamburgers—here. Oh, let me get you something to drink.”

Once she had gotten drinks for Amaya and herself, Charity would sit down and spear one of the sliders with her fork. Feeling a little playful, she would bring it to Amayaâ€s mouth instead of her own, giggling as she did so. “Heh heh, open up!”

"Oh wow, you really should not have put this much work into a dinner for me. Thank you very much."
A silent growl from her stomach told her that she would now probably eat everything that was digestible, but the mixture of the sushi and little burgers made her even more anxious to eat, grinning happily when Charity offered to feed her, eagerly opening her mouth to devour the little burger after some chomps, sighing relaxed in the process.

"That's really good. Quality food!"
She proclaimed while picking up a fork too, intend to return the favor to her generous host by feeding her a sushi.
"Looks like we have a little American Japanese exchange at hand?"
She asked, laughing lightly.

“Heh, I wouldnâ€t spare any expense in pursuit of making you happy,” Charity said, her face bright red. The blonde kawaii smiled as Amaya allowed herself to be fed, and blushed even more brightly when the Japanese girl proclaimed the food to be really good.

“Oh, thank you, Amaya. I was really worried that you wouldnâ€t like it…”

When her visitor offered to feed her in return, Charity couldnâ€t refuse. She opened her mouth and let Amaya feed her one of the sushi rolls. She chewed the piece a few times before letting the sticky rice slide down her throat. The little exchange that the two were having made the American feel very light and very wonderful inside.

Giggling, she picked up a sushi roll with her fork and offered to continue feeding Amaya. “Here, you should try some of the sushi, too,” she suggested.