Bed wrestling match: Charity vs. Amaya

When Charity slipped of the panting Japanese, her breath stabilized slightly when she was dragged into an embrace. It felt strange that she laid there in her girly outfit and had given an for her exhausting sight to the audience. Hopefully no one of her old colleagues had seen this on national or worse yet international TV.

Her thought were finally derailed when Charity asked her a question.
"...Huh?..."
It took her some time to formulate a real although only hacked answer.
"Uhu. That...awesome..."

Charity nodded, glad that her lovely opponent had derived just as much joy from that as she had. “T-totally awesome…I really, really liked it…so good…” She was doing her best to speak coherently, but in her euphoria it was a struggle to do anything beyond simply sitting there, enjoying the warm embrace of her Japanese foe. Her breath was still irregular, coming in short, soft little gasps.

“I guess…we still have to keep going…” Charity continued with a frown. “I d-donâ€t really want to…Iâ€d rather just lay here f-for a while and have some more fun…” She leaned over and gave Amaya another kiss. "S-so much fun…”

As if she had forgotten what she herself said mere moments before, Charity pressed her face tightly into Amayaâ€s neck, purring gently as she enjoyed the sweet smell of her opponent. Though she knew that it was still a competition, she had little interest in fighting Amaya, especially after what had just transpired.

Amaya was enjoying the embrace, not thinking about anything in particular. Except for the fact that she had really despoiled the bed, but luckily Charity was the one on top and was resting in between her legs, so that wasn't as severe as it sounded initially.

When the girl was kissing her again, symbolically breaking her again with her sweet tenderness. She stroked the hair of the Blonde, unable and unwilling to move up or away. Although her legs got heavy and she let them fall to the side.
"We can't do...this too long."
She would also likely have added something about contracts and performances, but that sounded wrong in this moment.

Charity sighed contentedly as she felt Amaya stroke her hand through her hair. “Youâ€re the best, Amaya,” she whispered, nibbling on the Japanese girlâ€s ear. “S-so pretty…and sexy…Iâ€ve never met anyone like you before…”

When the dark-haired girl mentioned that the two of them probably couldnâ€t keep cuddling for too long, Charity frowned, knowing that what Amaya said was probably true. “I guess…one of us has to win, and one of us has to lose…but couldnâ€t we j-just keep this up for a few more minutes?” She planted another kiss on Amayaâ€s lips. “Th-this is so much better than fighting.”

As eager as Amaya would have been to just snuggle with Charity, the looming thread of getting unemployed again and be thrown out on the streets had a steady place in her consciousness.
"Eh, I mean...we have a certain resting time. But I can't afford to lose this job by not wrestling. It's the only halfway acceptable job for someone with my credentials."
She whispered into the ear of her opponent, pretending to kiss the earlobe instead. Which she also did in the little break in her sentence.

Charity understood what Amaya was saying. While she did, theoretically, have something to fall back on in the event of losing her job here, Charity would much rather remain employed by AFW. So it seemed like, despite her most sincere wishes that she could spend some sexy downtime with her beautiful dark-haired opponent.

“Yeah, I know what you mean…” she admitted. “Weâ€ll, uh, finish up then, I guess…d-donâ€t think Iâ€ll go easy on you just because I, uh, I like you, though!”

Charity broke her embrace with Amaya and rolled over, giving her opponent some space. She got to her knees on the bed. “Weâ€re back where we started,” she said, getting ready to renew their struggle for kawaii dominance. “Except, uh, I guess we donâ€t have our bras. So letâ€s do this!” She clapped her hands together then threw them apart, offering Amaya a chance to lock up for a test of strength. “But w-we should get together sometime when we donâ€t have to wrestle. And just have, uh, fun.”

Amaya was sad and relieved all at once when Charity agreed to her position. A shade of red came back on her face when the sweet Blonde wanted to really spend more time with her in a non match environment. She could really use a friend after living like a rat in the tunnels of AFW for months. The thought that Charity had maybe meant a little more than being friends, but the Japanese had not thought as far as that at this point.
"That would be really nice."
She answered with an audible sigh of relief, slowly getting up on her knees after streaking some hair out of her face.

Her opponent was still determined as it seemed, but Amaya's arms felt like they were made of wax when she raised her arms to meet her in a showing of strength, so she could not put much into it, although she pressed her body against Charity and did her best.

Despite the fact that the two of them were obligated to keep wrestling, Charity was sure that the audience wouldn't mind if they injected it with a little something for just the two of them. When Amaya got to her knees and met Charity for the test of strength, the little blonde kawaii softly bumped her naked chest against that of her dark-haired opponent, savoring the electric contact between the two girls' hardened nipples.

"I like that," Charity cooed, while she tried to push Amaya backwards. "D-did you like it, too?"

Though she was excited to see the match through to its conclusion, her orgasm had left her drained, and she found that she was having a difficult time convincing her muscles to obey her. Still, she kept pushing, hoping it would be enough to force Amaya back on her butt.

If Amaya had not known better, she would have probably seen all that sweet talking as an attempt at psychological warfare from her blonde haired opponent. Still she was quickly taken in by their new contact, and even though she was probably stronger than Charity, the girl in front of the Japanese had the advantage of actually having been together with girls on her own device while Amaya had only had served as coinage in woman prison and so swept in this tender feeling, giving ground despite her best effort and found herself on the butt again.
"Uhu. I do. But it's so strange..."
She replied silently while trying to raise and shift her arms in one direction to topple and flatten Charity under her body.

Charity giggled softly as she forced Amaya back onto her butt, once again gaining the superior position in their cute struggle. “I d-donâ€t know if itâ€s so much strange as it is, like…uh, incredible,” the blonde said, still wishing that they could stop fighting and start loving once again. “I could just press my breasts into yours all day. It j-just doesnâ€t get old. Itâ€s, uh, really, really good.”

Once she had become distracted thinking of the sweet contact between her own nipples and Amayaâ€s Charity hardly realized when her dark-haired opponent shifted and brought Charity down to the bed as well, putting her weight on top of the blonde. “W-wait…” Charity stuttered. Having been taken by surprise, she was in a very precarious position—one that Amaya could easily take advantage of.