More Than It First Seemed

One would expect that a woman as obsessed with the thrill of the fight as much as Diana for her to be spending nigh all her time near completely pursuing her thrill, save for the obvious breaks for sleep. If you were a betting man, and played on such expectations, you'd come up wrong.

Lying in a double bed in some bog-standard, typical motel, clad in nothing but her birthday suit, sheets covering her voluptuous figure, the feisty Italian would simply lay there. Eyes to the ceiling, one hand over her stomach the other above her head resting on a pillow, she'd briefly raise herself up to take a sip of her nearby beer. Resuming position, she'd let out somewhat of an exaggerated huff, as her hand would swipe down her face wiping the non-existent sweat from the strenuous, 'cardio' based activities she had just partake in.

She'd been pondering for weeks now, over the prospect of hiring a manager for herself in AFW. It would certainly take the more AFW bureaucratic load off her, and most likely even spare her from the back and forth's of typical AFW taunts and threats that she rarely enjoyed. She was still partially torn over the idea, as in her mind, it could perhaps make her weak; literally requiring the services of another to keep herself in AFW. Still, she never exactly cared for the thoughts of others. Save for a few.

She'd turn her head, licking her lips to dampen them, before speaking.

"So you think I should look for one then?"

[color#400000]”Don’t be silly.”[/color] Carmen let the sarcasm flow as she rolled over to her side and idly ran her hand over Diana’s chest. Not even trying for something amorous. Just enjoying the feel on her finger. ”You have an award-winning personality. Why would you need a mouthpiece?”

For the fourth - maybe fifth - time since Carmen had came to Japan, she found herself in bed, lying next to a woman she’d been fighting intensely with in the past. She was starting to wonder if there wasn’t something psychological behind it, like wrestling was unlocking some primal urges that she hadn’t been privy to as a boxer. She wasn’t complaining - far from it - but the pattern was interesting.

And besides, this wasn’t quite the same, was it? While she’d slept with other wrestlers before, none of them had gone as hard with her in the ring and outside the ring as Diana had. Not even close.

But nonetheless, here they were. Laying on top of a bed with a bunch of new creaks in it that it didn’t have any more, in a room filled with the familiar scent of their combined sweat, beside a table with a big crack on it that one of them would have to pay for. LIfe could be so weird, sometimes, but weird didn’t always mean bad.

”Seriously, though,” Her hand went up and started toying with Diana’s long, lustrous hair, twisting a few strands around her fingers. ”It’s worth a shot. You want the best fights, you’ll have to go near the belts sooner or later. When that happens, you could use an advocate. Someone to handle the little things.”

Diana simply turned her head back, eyes back to the ceiling, seemingly uninterested in Carmen's brief word joust, and essentially allowing a feel of her naked figure.

The relationship between the two was weird in a way, but also somehow understandable. Sure, when both women were in 'fighting' state of mind as it were, the two were likely create a memorable brawl nine times out of ten. But outside of the brawls, the consistent need to one up one another, the two figures laying in bed were ordinary women. Their intensity and passion naturally brought the two together, like peas in a pod. Put that with the near consistent grinding of toned figures and overall heat of the fighting environment, and the result was blatant.

Still, the two didn't exactly have to be friendly all the time, even if Diana fully respected the 24/7 champs opinions.

She'd murmur in response, agreeing with the words of the woman caressing her. She'd suddenly bring her hand down to the woman's wrist, firmly but not squeezing as she gripped, her tone taking a somewhat serious, if somewhat joking tone.

"You saying I can't handle the little things?"

Carmen bit her lip when Diana squeezed her wrist. It didn’t hurt - at least, nowhere near as she knew it could have if the Amazon truly wanted it to. But it was a bit of a surprise coming off the tidal wave of pleasure she’d be riding just a couple of minutes ago.

”I’m not saying that.” If she could touch those breasts with her hand, she’d just use her lips to get it done. She brought her mouth down and adorned Diana’s mound with a kiss. ”But.” Another kiss. ”There is something to be said for taking the load off.” And other one, this time with a bit of tongue around the nipple.

Carmen turned a bit more and let her leg slide over Diana’s thigh, rubbing over it and enjoying the way their smooth, hardened muscles met in the middle. All her other lovers were her size or smaller - Diana was the first one who actually had her beat, pound for pound. She was loving that.

”Time not spent on little things is time that’s available for big things. Like training and matches and, well…” She gave Diana’s breast a love bite, adding to the collection they shared throughout the night.

Much like their first partially accidental encounter of the steamy midnight encounter in Carmen's private ring, neither woman had given to the other during their somewhat passionate exchange. It was almost comparable to their matches in a way; neither strong figure bending to the other. Albeit in this form of exchange, both women 'won' at the end.

She'd let out somewhat of a steam breath as Carmen martially mounted her, kissing her chest and adding to her previous set. Hand coming from above her, she'd firmly grip the back of Carmen's head, keeping her against her in a way. "It's more been bothered to do it. Getting the right one would take time." The Italian would huff, conceding to the fact that there was a huge chance she probably would get a manager, more huffing at the prospect of the search.

She'd bite her lip as Carmen would begin to slide onto her fully, thigh rubbing over her sex much like their first steamy exchange. Her other hand coming down to Carmen's back, she'd let loose a high moan as her breast was bitten, before trying to forcibly slide the 24/7 champion up her body, so that the two were face to face, front to front.

"Tch, and well..."

Carmen let out a disappointed sigh as she was pulled away from the feast she was enjoying on Diana’s chest - she'd been savoring the heavenly flavor of sweat on skin, along with the feel of smooth, generous breasts that you could get lost in. Not to mention that she adored being able to make Diana moan like that, playing with her nerves, getting every reaction she wanted out of the fierce Amazonian beauty.

But this - being sex to sex, chest to chest, face to face with Diana - was an acceptable replacement.

”Don't act like you’re not craving a little more private time.” Carmen gave Diana a playful lick on the nose, before locking their eyes again. ”Or maybe not so private. I could take you to my bondage club sometime. String you up, work you over with the whip, leave some red marks on this hot ass…”

She brought her hand around and gave the aforementioned hot ass a good squeeze, making sure her nails sunk in.

”Could show you a few new things.” She dropped a quick peck on Diana’s cherry lips. ”If you let me.”

Carmen was teasing. Mostly. She doubted Diana would ever let her body fall under someone's control. Still, though, she couldn't lie, the mental image of Diana’s slick, sinewy body on a St, Andrew's cross did appeal.

All irrelevant back and forth banter had faded completely now, as both women lay face to face, moisture falling on the Italian's nose. She would of purred, had she not been the defiant bitch she was.

Carmen's words immediately brought up a conflicted opinion within the Italian's head. She'd never allow herself to be taken control, not even for a second, during a back and forth in the ring. But this wasn't fighting. And it was Carmen.

Unsure at the prospect, the idea of being thoroughly dominated by a body as firm and tense as Carmen's made shaky by the fact Diana would lose near complete control of her situation, she simply responded with a 'Tch.' Her eyes would widen, growling as Carmen's firm grip of her behind caused her to somewhat shudder.

Her grip on the woman would suddenly tense, as a dark smile would shoot across those lips. With a sudden jerk, she'd push Carmen onto the space she was no longer occupying, mounting the champion with her own tense figure.

"If I let you..." she'd speak with a tone that implied she never would, at least to most women. As she did, she'd slide her own leg up between Carmen's own, grinding her thigh somewhat hard against the woman's sex, before leaning in, intent on leaving a love bite on Carmen's neck with such biting power you'd think she was trying to draw blood.

Pillow talk wasn’t exactly Diana’s forte, but that was hardly surprising - she wasn’t exactly a master of conversation out of the bed, either. In fact, this was probably the most complete dialogue the two of them had ever shared, no doubt due to the fact that it was the first time they’d been close without the threat of immediate violence.

Not that Carmen was complaining. Not at all.

She’d opened her mouth for another taunt when thing were suddenly flipped around with Diana asserting her dominance on top. Carmen’s inner schoolgirl got out for a moment with an uncharateristic gasp, one she had to stifle by biting her lip. It was hard to keep it in, though, with that muscular thigh sliding along her sex. Downright impossible when Diana’s sunk her pearly Italian teeth into Carmen’s dark, Puerto Rican neck.

Not that Carmen was complaining. Not at all.

”God…” Carmen arched her back, thrusting against Diana’s thigh, as the ecstacy ran through her like pure electricity. ”You’d be surprised how convincing I can be in leather.” She blurted out her teasing in between moans, as she turned her neck to the side and gave Diana even more to sink her teeth into. ”Gonna do what you tried to do last time, huh?” Carmen challenged, knowing a little competition was the best way to spark her newfound lover.

Diana had already begun to go to work on her rivals neck, teeth latching and working as if it were a hold she were applying in the ring, her leg beginning to move its way to set up 'the follow up assault.'

The thought of her toned bed-friend in leather did somewhat hasten her arousal, the thought of perhaps control being forcibly taken away from her in a sexual manner beginning to sound somewhat appealing. Being the heavier, curvier, but by no means less built woman, Diana would press her hefty figure down into Carmens; her huge chest grinding and circling over the womans.

"You'd be surprised how convincing I can be when I just want to be..." She'd retort, bringing her mouth off of the neck and now latching fully on Carmen's' lips, forcibly sticking her tongue into the girls mouth. One hand still wrapped, simply to keep the embrace firm and tight, Diana's other would start to slide down the toned side of the woman she'd been somewhat desperate to conquer, before halting just short of her hip.

She'd then adjust her legs, hooking around Carmen's own in a position similar to a grapevine, albeit without the hyper-extending of Carmen's legs in a painful manner, a hold simply applied for dominance. She'd then continue with her fingers, reaching just above Carmen's legs. From there, she'd slowly caress her lovers crotch, before slowly forcing herself in.

Carmen was typically a dominant when it came to sex, but that was mostly because so many of her partners turned out to be submissive. That was really to be expected - she was bigger than most women, stronger, and she carried the aura of a fighter around with her. She didn’t plan on being the top, but it ended up that way a bit more often than not.

But, just like with anything, variety was appreciated. And since was one of the rare occasions where her partner could legitimately hold her down - no playing around, no roles, no acting - she intended to get the most out of it.

”Would I-” The rest of Carmen’s taunt was interrupt by the tongue being shoved down her throat, as Diana throttled and did what she did best: took control. The grapevine was much appreciated, as she got to feel her lover’s legs snaking around hers like a pair of sinful anaconda, squeezing and taking hold. They were close, so close and tight you couldn’t have slid a hand between them, though you’d love to try.

But the main attraction was undoubtedly the finger making its way over her sex. Given what happened the last time they met, Carmen could make a reasonable guess what Diana was going for. She wasn’t disappointed.

[color=#400000]”Yes…”[color] Carmen clenched her teeth and threw her head back as Diana passed over her folds and dug deep. Her spare hand, the only thing she had control of at the moment, carved its way up Diana’s back until she found enough hair to get a solid grasp on. Carmen yanked on it tight and pulled her lover’s head back, egging her on.

”That as hard as you can go?” Carmen lifted her head and slammed their foreheads together, a feral glint in her eye. ”Come on. Break me.”