11965/Wrestling with insecurities

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Wrestling with insecurities
Date of Scene: 10 August 2020
Location: Darlington Park, Sunnydale (TBD)
Synopsis: Katsumi and Rave have a talk after their wrestling match.
Cast of Characters: Bakeneko, Rave




Bakeneko has posed:
Warm summer breeze with a hint of moisture in the distance, a chance of rain, or the spectre of seasons changing on the horizon. Whatever the case may be, Katsumi Oshiro is enjoying the open night air of Darlington Park. The multiple pinpoints of starlight up above, the crescent moon drifting between silvery wisps of clouds, the sound of the breeze rustling through the trees and gently clanking the metal links of a nearby swingset - it's all so peaceful. The sort of peace Katsumi wouldn't have really enjoyed in her past life.

But why?

Everything was just so fast, there was always something to focus on. Here, she's been forced to slow down and accept her lack of control. Here, she has to look at the moon, the stars, to feel the breeze play through her hair. It's a melancholy beauty.

She can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's exciting and worrisome at the same time. But mastering her new strength has been her priority from the moment her federation left her behind. There's hope now. Life may not have to be about loss after all. And while things are made right in her world, she can fall back on the thing that used to make her happy - music. And get paid for it. She's scolded herself a few times. For most people, she'd be living a great life. She should be grateful. And she is. She isn't sure how to express it.

There's a soft exhale as the Japanese girl's head tips back further, stretching her neck. She's fully aware of the creatures that lurk in Sunnydale. Thanks to her friends, she's run afoul of them many times. But her curse is stronger than theirs. Sooner or later, they're going to start running from her. At least, that's what she believes. And that belief earns a small, indulgent grin.

Rave has posed:
The countryside was a playground...hell, the whole world was when you moved at the speed of light. Rave didn't need to go that fast to appreciate the wold around her, but it certainly ment the neon-bluenette had the means to enjoy herself. A comet across the ocean, a flash across the land. One moment she could be at a Ski lodge in Switzerland trying not to slip on ice as she got up to speed, the next she could be admiring the view of the bay in Sydney.

Okay, so perhaps she was breaking a few visa laws, buuuuuut....

Today however, she was back on her home continent, just a little further from home. Wrapped in her 'heroic casual' attire of her shorts, tanktop and hoodie jacket she used for running, the speedster had at least replaced her shoes with a new pair of 'runners'. They probably weren't rated for what she was doing with them, but at least they'd held up so far! The streak of blue twists and weaves, but eventually it settles, coming to rest within Darlington Park herself in a sudden flash of dispersed momentum as light.

Bakeneko has posed:
Light! Disrupting neon light! The first thing to cross Katsumi's mind is, naturally, the need to be on the defensive and protect herself. The second, and admittedly more subconscious thought, is: 'Ooh, pretty!'

Katsumi loves neon colors. So vivid, so warm.

Neither here nor there, as Katsumi is suddenly bolted upright onto her feet. And that caution is soon replaced with a stiffened bottom lip and the crinkling of a button nose. If some beastie is trying to cause trouble and ruin her perfect night, she's gonna have words with it. And those words are gonna make it attack her! And then she'll be justified in beating it up!

"With all that light, you'd think your stupid ass could stay on the road!," she shouts on stomping approach, not quite making out who the individual is in question yet.

Rave has posed:
Still glowing, bright locks of blue matched by her eyes, Rave straightens up. "Easy," she speaks, already starting to turn herself around. "It's not like I tore anything up. And my ass is perfectly- Oh hey..."

A familier face, Rave actually pauses, blinking a little even as her eyes begin to dim back to normal. A grin, she raises her hands. "Small world, huh?"

Bakeneko has posed:
"Perfectly /kicked/ if-" The words catch in Katsumi's throat. The neon glow. The blues. That look. Those clothes. There's a heavy swallow and an immediate tinging of rose to her cheeks. Bright magentas uncharacteristically avert down to her sneakers. "H-hey." A hand lifts, nudging a few stray wisps of silken blue-black hair behind her ear. "Guess so."

It's a complete and total about-face from the bombastic energy with which she'd approached the girl moments ago. Katsumi's presence landed her somewhere in the twelve-feet-tall region, right up until recognition hit her. Now she's somewhere between flea and Lollipop Guild. And for whatever reason, suddenly very aware of the amount of skin she's brazenly left on display, with her hiphugging black short-shorts and single-shouldered cut-off tanktop. Punkishly fashionable, but it's doing nothing for her confidence level right now. Her arms cross her midsection protectively.

"What, um.. brings you 'round here?"

Rave has posed:
A grin becomes a smirk, Rave's own hand falls away to tuck into the pockets of her hoodie before she tilts her head and steps forwards. There was no malice in the movements of the luminescent girl, but of course a speedster like her with all the time to drink in detail was going to notice the blushing. Kat's own attire however? It earned a glance of assessment but it was hardly scandalous to the club-going heroine. After all, for want of her hoodie jacket, they were almost dressed identically.

"I was out for a run," she answers, casual as anything but never losing that smirk. "I mean, I stopped by hawaii, but I'm terrible at surfing and the crowds are...ugh. So I thought I'd swing past this way. See if I'm randomly confronted by any strangers again, maybe grab a pizza."

Bakeneko has posed:
"Yeah, well, sorry to be a familiar face," Katsumi murmurs in response. She awkwardly spares a hand to scratch at the bridge of her nose. It's more a fidget than necessity. How is it a girl who'd spent literal years performing in scant gear for hundreds, if not cumulatively thousands of gawking eyes, is suddenly so self-conscious? Made so uncomfortable in her own skin? It's bugging her! But bugging her worse is the fact that she feels like there's an enormous elephant sitting between them, and the bluenette has the gall to pretend it isn't there! Someone address that elephant! It's driving her crazy!

The knot inside her snaps.

"About that night...," Katsumi starts, tension growing.

Rave has posed:
A laugh comes, a shrug from the bluenette and she moves up to the other woman, shrugging her shoulders. "I'll live. What about you? Laying in wait to ambush others with your enthusiasm for wrestling? Or am I the only person crazy enough to come talking smack at you?" There's a wink behind the the questions, but the moment Katsumi opens her mouth she lets the question fall, instead there's a little nod of her head and the speedster's hands withdraw from her pockets to lazily fold and clasp behind her back.

"Mhmmm?"

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro opens her mouth to speak, and Rave's hands are moving immediately. She tenses up briefly, then settles again. Does this chick do /anything/ slow? And why is Katsumi so darn jumpy? What's she gonna do, surprise-hug her?

Well. Yes. That was the concern, anyway.

"Y- uhm, you were the only one with, like, superpowers. Who did it." Her sentences are, at best, disjointed and uncertain. "B-but, we need to get.. what happened.. sorted out. Okay?" Steeling her nerves, she lifts her gaze fully to Rave's eyes. It's so painfully obvious that she's trying to put forward a confidence front, but she's all at once terrified and unsure of everything; painfully obvious to she, herself, that is. "I didn't- I mean, I've never.. done that.. before. Okay? I have no idea why I did it, or what- what came over me, but maybe it was nerves, or relief, or I was just /so/ ***damn happy I beat someone with superpowers and I didn't have to feel so f***ing helpless and.. oh my God, why am I still talking," the tirade degenerates into an inwards groan, her palms lifting to rub against her face.

Rave has posed:
Jumpy Kat is jumpy, but Rave? Well, she was a little harder to startle. That or...it was just harder to see her startled. Those faintly glowing eyes meet Katsumi's own, her lips pull back to a thoughtful pursing as she listens and the poor wrestler unloads entirely that spilling of words, confession and embarassment all in one. It's only after the groan, only after the words stop that Rave speaks, tilting her head to the side. "Never done what before? Challenge a random stranger to a fight? It was a fun time and -ah..."

The girl trails off, giving a little bite of her lip to hide her smirk. "I see. And it...embarassed you? Made you feel guilty?"

Bakeneko has posed:
"I-I-I don't know!," stammers Katsumi before landing on the honest answer. She doesn't know how she feels about what transpired. Her hands drop from her face, shoulders and frame sagging. "I challenge people to fight /all/ the time. Normies, people like you.. sometimes..," she hedges. In truth, Rave and Buffy are the only supernatural people she's really wrestled. And obviously things took a turn with the mutant before her. "...and, like, okay, I've always kind'a.. I don't know, /flirted/ or something, played up the hotness. You do it for the crowd! But-.."

Rave has posed:
"Sure," Rave shrugs, the woman who'd been both a star on social media and the club scene knew plenty about playing to an image, making the most of her appearence and utilizing the power of flirting plenty. The casual rise of her shoulders made it pretty clear such a thing didn't bother her in the slightest. "But..." she leads, those hands behind her back still clasped together as she leans forward almost expectantly. No answer? A smirk follows. "But you don't usually try and kiss your opponents, 'normie' or otherwise?"

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro doesn't say anything at first. But as Rave leans in with that oh-so-confident accusatory leveling, the Japanese girl arches backwards from her sheepishly. Her face turns aside, as if faced with something she doesn't want to deal with. But the verbal prodding gets a meaningful side-eye. "'Try?'," she challenges the phrasing.

Rave has posed:
It wasn't the first time that Rave could be considered infuriating, and it would hardly be the last. Still, those painted lips pull to a smile, an innocent smirk. "I mean, an attempt was made. Adrenaline and all that excitement...but it's not something you 'usually do' right?"

She straightens up, a giggle given. "So..."

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro exhales a sigh. "Why are you so calm about it? You kiss people all the time? Is that your deal? Is it- is it something you did to me?"

Katsumi suddenly gasps, her face turned fully to Rave and cheeks ablaze. "Is that one of your powers!? Holy ****, did you mind control me to do that!?" That would make it so convenient.

Rave has posed:
"Did I...What?! No!" Alright, there was a little crack in the demenor, but it's quick for her to recover as she straightens up, shaking her head. "No, I move fast, shoot lasers and look good doing it. Any sudden and unexpected smooching was entirely on you and your getting worked up from us throwing punches at each other."

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro deflates a little again. She was really hoping that was the explanation. It would've helped the tension. And at least given her something to direct her energy into: anger. But no, Rave couldn't give her that out.

A pout finds her face. And then Katsumi is throwing a weak, perfectly human punch at Rave's shoulder. "Not entirely." There's a pause. Her chin tucks, ashamed. "Was it?"

Rave has posed:
"Not entirely?" Rave repeats, a little whince at the impact on her shoulder and a smile crossing her lips once more. "Oh! I mean..."

The thought seems to linger, a long thought given and a tilt of her head, a pause deliberately and frustratingly held.

"Not entirely. It was a pretty fun time, a exciting and thrilling and..." she trails off, leaning down low, clearly trying to meet the other girl's gaze. "Fun."

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro's insides twist the longer she dwells on that question. It can't be entirely on her. It just can't. Her entire worldview is cracking here. There had to be something going besides just her entirely on her own. She's been in very similar scenarios with girls quite frequently in the past! She made an entire career out of it! But /that/ never happened before!

When Rave finally relents, Katsumi lets go of the breath she'd been holding. Rave's ducked head catches her eye again. "...fun," she repeats to her. "Y-.. yeah, okay. Fun." It was fun. At least the fight was fun. Fights almost always are. Especially the ones she wins. But this is at least a start to feeling better about everything. "Could'a stopped me, y'know. Slapped me. Done something to knock some sense back into me."

Rave has posed:
"Knocked some sense into you?" She repeats, a hand finally moving to her chest in mock offence. "What do you mean? Are you saying that being attracted to me was...senseless?" A blink, a soft 'oh' forming on her lips before she leans back, a hand reaching out to squeeze Katsumi's arm. "You haven't uh...was I an 'exception' to your usual...flavour?"

Bakeneko has posed:
"Um... yeah," submits Katsumi, her gaze falling again. She doesn't need to spell it out, right? They're on the same page now? Can she keep at least this little amount of dignity?

She looks at Rave's hand, then back at her face, sullen. She doesn't know what to say.

Rave has posed:
There's a laugh, an outright giggle from her lips and the speedster gives another little squeeze from the woman before she draws that hand back and touches it to her cheek. "Wow. I mean...jeez. I'm starting to wonder if I should be feeling awful right now. Given how you'd started before kissing me, I'm starting to wonder if it was really that bad, looking at the look on your face."

A mock pout, the bluenette shrugs her shoulders and tucks her arms behind herself once more, clasped and resting against her behind. "I mean, it wasn't like...a first kiss or something, was it?"

Bakeneko has posed:
This was not the mercy Katsumi was hoping for.

Cheeks enflame deep pink at Rave pushes the topic harder. Her lips move, not managing more than a wordless stammer, her heart fluttering in a mixture of panic and confusion. Thankfully, Rave says something that she can respond to! "NO!," she belts, a little louder than she intended. "O-of course you weren't my first kiss! Don't be- don't say stupid things!"

Her arms wind tight around her torso beneath her bust, shoulders hunching inwards.

Rave has posed:
A little not, but that blush spoke volumes. Faintly glowing eyes alight, the speedster bends down, tilting her head to the side and clearly trying to catch the pouting woman's gaze more than show off her own neckline. The prodding was far more fun after all. "Ohhhh...so your first kiss with a -girl- then?" A giggle alights, she's practically beaming. "In that case good for you. You were -super- confident and...'Grrr'-y. Most people are more nervous...unless that's just how you flirt."

Rave, clearly not one to show mercy in the face of a little 'Bi-panic'.

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro's vocal noise is now one of uncharacteristic worry. Her palms find her face, blatantly hiding her inhumanly-hued eyes from the girl. "Aahhh! I wasn't flir- I didn't mean- I felt great! Okay! I beat up someone with superpowers and I didn't feel f***ing pathetic anymore! And I did it without really hurting you! But who knows, maybe you're super tough too, so I wouldn't even have hurt you if I went full force!"

She parts her fingers to peek down at the raver-girl. She really hates how pretty her face is. Stupid punchably smug face.

"Are you? Super tough?"

Rave has posed:
"I heal," said pretty and punchable girl shrugs, straightening up and stretching her arms over her head. "It still hurts when I get hit...if I get hit," another shrug, those hands release and drop back to rest at her hips before she tilts her head to the side. "But...why in the world would you feel pathetic? You're pretty, tough and...kinda a celebrity. Isn't that generally pretty neat?"

At least, clearly Rave thought so, but it was kind of hard for her not to be exhilerated at life. "I mean, you should be feeling awesome, since you -are- awesome, right?"

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro's hands lower from her face, somehow more defeated by the compliments. "Life was awesome. But then I got these... abilities... and the thing that made me a celebrity, the thing that I loved most about life, the thing I used on /you/ got taken away. I've felt... not.. me anymore. Since then. Felt like I couldn't do anything without maybe killing someone. And that there'd be no chance for me to ever have my life back."

There's a beat in silence before Katsumi reaches out to lightly fistnudge against Rave's mesh-covered stomach.

"Then we fought. And I could still do everything. Maybe even easier than before. But more importantly, I could beat up someone with powers. And /not/ seriously hurt you. It's a huge deal. Do you get that?"

Katsumi's head tilts slightly, those magenta eyes burning on her - silently pleading for some semblance of understanding.

Rave has posed:
Features soften, flirtation and teasing wane a little more replaced with...something else. Not pity, but perhaps understanding as rave reaches out, a hand offered to the asian girl's shoulders before her fingers squeeze. She'd felt -more- her once her abilities had errupted, she'd embraced it who-heartedly and always felt that she'd gained more than she'd lost...but it wasn't that way for everyone.

A little bite of her lip came in consideration, thought offered before she spoke again. "If you...needed, or wanted to fight again sometime. I know some other people who are 'tough' and everything...and I can always kick things up for a rematch. If you're game for a little more embarassment."

Yep, she'd been pinned last time, but Rave was the one talking smack!

Bakeneko has posed:
It seems Rave gets it. Katsumi lets out a breath, relieved. She shakes her head, scattering her silky bangs. "I don't need randos to beat up on. I can pick my own fights. But..." There's a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as her opposite hand moves to take Rave's offered wrist, instead seeking to rotate it outwards and force the other girl's body to bend over in a textbook wristlock! Of course, she isn't twisting hard enough to actually hurt. The intention is just to manipulate the other girl by her limb, allowing herself to be goaded.

"You just wanna get pinned again," she accuses, voice softening. Perhaps in appreciation.

Rave has posed:
Grabbed, caught...and probably having allowed it to happen, Rave gives a little hiss at the twist as she's turned and 'locked' a bending of her elbow leading to her instead being drawn inwards, her back bumping against the skilled wrestler and her head bumping back to the shoulder as she jerked and turned her head. It might almost look affectionate, save for the look of mock-betrayal. "Okay," she giggles, tilting her head. "That's just cheating. You just want to pin -me- again!"

A wink, it was entirely possible Rave had deliberately rolled herself in rather than bending over, but she hadn't exactly given herself a 'better' position.

Then again, it did pay to be a living laser gun. It was almost certain she had more tricks up her sleeves...or lack thereof

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro finds Rave bending and weaving and tucking herself back against her. Instinctively, her free arm loops around the raver girl's midsection to secure her in place. And, naturally, this does nothing to lessen the would-be affectionate position between the two.

Katsumi glowers down at her and her obnoxiously pretty face. The fact that said face is incredibly close isn't lost on her. "No," protests the grappler, "that's what /you're/ driving at..." Her arm cinches just a little further against Rave's stomach; not enough to hurt, but enough to ensure she's held tight around the waist. Her gaze steadies on her, studying her closely.

Rave has posed:
"Uh-huh," the bluenette grins, a little giggle from her lips even as she's clinched, grasped and pinned against the other woman's form. There's a slight warning in her form, the glowing of her hair notching up in intensity just a little before she shifts the palm of the twisted arm flat and there's a sudden sound of detonating air. The concussion probably felt like a heavy shove to Katsumi, and Rave herself had felt some of the backblast, but it was entirely made to cause those fingers to release, to let her move in inhuman speed fast enough for Kat to feel the heat against her as she was suddenly looking face-to-face with the girl rather than at the back of her head.

"Well...if you want me to step it up this time..." she leans forward, lips slightly parted as if she were about to plant a kiss on the likely startled girl's lips...then she was gone. No longer solid, no longer there, just a flash of blue light and she was missing.

Or at least, she was right up until a press against Katsumi's back and an arm trying to seize her in a 'choke' lashed around her throat. Once again, it seemed Rave was willing to cheat!

Bakeneko has posed:
It was maybe for the best that Rave diverted. Katsumi's mind was starting to fuzz over. The little blast was a wakeup call, snapping her back to attention. But rather than force her to let her go, the reaction would've been a startled squeeze. Still, Rave is unfairly fast in this regard. And suddenly, she finds herself nearly face to face with her.

Katsumi's throat catches, eyes wide, and suddenly no longer feeling comfortably in control. But she doesn't even have long enough to answer before Rave is suddenly moving again! All of this simply keeps Katsumi's sense of equilibrium skewed, having no time to even settle into anything. There's no telling what might've transpired in either of those situations if Rave had kept still just a moment or two longer.

But an arm around her neck? That's a very familiar feeling, and one years of training and practical experience will happily fill in for. Her hips twist to the side to create a gap between their torsos, and rather than try to muscle the chokehold off - even though she's very likely capable of it - Katsumi opts for the more technical approach. Her right arm reaches back to try to hook around Rave's waist, while her other arm goes for the girl's nearest leg, seeking to hoist her up into a cradled position against her ribs! And should she catch her, she'll drop to the side with her against the grass!

End result? Rave flat on her back against the forgiving earth, Katsumi lying crossways against her waist, one arm hooking her leg into the air. A classic sidewalk slam into a pinning position. Unless Rave happens to counter at some point! Though it should be noted the only rough point of the technique occurs curtesy of gravity itself. Though physically superhuman, that same level of self-control and care is taken to add no additional force to the drop.

Rave has posed:
Most of the time, when something accelerated to lightspeed, the energy released could probably annihilate the area around it...but much like the 'Speedforce' Rave didn't follow standard rules. She wasn't simply going to light, she -became- light, passing through and around that arm to be where she wanted so close to instantly it was indistinguishable. Of course, that didn't make her any stronger, but at least the 'blood choke' she was attempting was rather practical. Someone had been teaching her, clearly.

Off the ground and in the air, suddenly Rave was hoisted and smalled down, pinned against the other woman and dropped. Without feet touching the ground, she couldn't really 'run' anywhere, but that didn't mean she was slowed any. That sudden window of a moment between pin and weight being put down onto her? The girl was gone...and sitting on Katsumi's back, sudden weight and heat announcing her even before she opened her mouth to let out a little giggle.

"Hey, that was pretty neat!"

Bakeneko has posed:
And the little scuffle is quickly becoming more competitive, whatever else it may have otherwise been. No satisfying thud nor tactile sensation of a felled 'foe' beneath her to signal a moment's pause. Just vacant air, and a sudden addition of weight against her back, attempting to push her down.

An annoyed look crosses Katsumi's features.

"We're doing this now?," she asks, all clouded thoughts of before starting to dissipate. "Okay. Fine..." Katsumi thrusts herself back, pushing more stiffly against the ground to easily thrust herself to her full height - the first sign of her accessing paranormal power.

Rave has posed:
If she just 'surrendered' every time, it wouldn't be satisfying for the other woman, it'd simply be condesending...or at least that's what Rave had decided. A little giggle, the bluenette was actually stretching out like she might lounge against Katumi's back in some faux-snuggle...then Katsumi was throwing herself into the air and Rave was getting flung backwards, an audible "Whoa F-," echoing before she reappears standing across from the other woman, glowing bright and neon with a grin and reaching out a finger towards the girl. "C'mon Katsumi. Gimmie all you've got!"

Bakeneko has posed:
It's difficult, keeping a bead on where Rave is - especially as she zips around with no regard for basic human function! She may as well be teleporting! Though Katsumi is reasonably certain that's not what's happening here. And so, she's trying to be more calculating; keep a card in her pocket. The trigger she's looking for? A frontal rush from the other girl. Body check, pounce, whatever, it would all work. She'd give Rave a little something she's not gotten to indulge in in quite some time!

Until then, she'll be the barbarian with the expectation that Rave will continue to toy with her. Let'er get more confident. She can use that!

Or she could just be artificially extending things. Who the Hell actually knows with this chick! Ugh.

Katsumi lunges forward, no longer moving at a human clip, but rather at a blurring haste. The final step is taken at a dive, Katsumi's right arm extended to catch around Rave's neck - but not to bear her down. Rather, the momentum of the charge would blend smoothly to an almost ethereal grace as Katsumi whirls around the girl's collar, behind her back, and to the opposite side, her left arm suddenly the one snagging her neck. And at the furthest point of her journey, that momentum has nowhere to go but down, powering Rave onto her back with Katsumi landing on her rear.

A sling blade maneuver, as performed to superhuman levels; should Rave not escape, that is!

Rave has posed:
Rave indeed might have been teleporting, but indeed she was surging forwards, sidewards, a streak of glowing neon surging forwards with a series of stinging punches aimed at ribs, backs, chest. A bolt of blue, harassing the wrestler...but Rave wasn't a wrestler herself. She had no idea what a sling blade was, and sure enough as she leaps to throw a punch, that sudden surge in acceleration from Katsumi caught her offguard.

Rave was capable of avoiding...but she wasn't quite going that fast!

Bakeneko has posed:
Whump. Rave goes down onto her back. Katsumi lands on her rear beside her, as intended.

The Punkette wastes no time after catching her to try and capitalize on the moment. Katsumi throws herself down against Rave's figure, chest-to-chest with her. Rave's left wrist is taken and pulled back behind her head, secured by Katsumi's left arm - which means Katsumi's left arm is now cradling Rave's head like a cushion, tilting her in closer to herself. Katsumi's right arm slips into the gap of the restrained arm to cross behind Rave's neck in a simple keylock hold, putting strain primarily on Rave's arm and neck.

And should all be snapped on as intended, Rave will be left lying on the grass on her back, Katsumi lying partially against her chest-to-chest, with their faces touching at the brows and noses. The pressure Katsumi would apply to the anaconda vice submission hold is extremely mild, mostly shooting for physical control over forcing a tapout.

Rave has posed:
"Ow!" Pinned as she is, Rave still can't help but give a little noise of protest. Caught, pinned and...apparently not 'teleporting' out this time.

Instead she's left to squirm, caught in that discomfort and stuck intimacy before she tilts her head to the side.

Still, that initial expression of discomfort? It melts to that smile, a flush of her features and she giggles. "This is...familier. Maybe even a little better than last time... What came next again?"

Bakeneko has posed:
Despite the protest, Katsumi's confident she isn't doing enough to really force the issue; just keep her under control! And as she squirms, the Japanese girl flops herself the rest of the way onto her for a full cover. It eases a little of the pressure off of Rave's backwards-bent arm, but should help better control her squirming by the simple merit of having Katsumi's full weight settled on her.

Oh god. She's doing it again. She's presenting that pretty face, a smile, the flush of her cheeks. Katsumi's breath catches in her throat again. "A-ahm..," she stammers, her voice softening. "I.. counted the pin last time.." That's what she meant, right? Not at all what came immediately after the three-count.

Rave has posed:
"I'm caught," she shrugs, a little grin melting into a false look of panic and pleading. "Have mercy!"

The look shifts, a giggle given, she raises her eyebrows almost provocatively. "Or I'm not, and I could be gone in a flash, maybe with you pinned by me or maybe just lounging in the grass by the fountain... How are you supposed to be sure? How are you going to keep me here?"

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro blinks a couple times down at her, then squints. She tilts her face slightly and leans in, pressing her cheekbone gently against Rave's. "Nothing's official without a pin count," she chides. "And don't think I don't.. know what you're up to..." Her eyes briefly drift shut, troubled, her breath a little easier felt brushing against Rave's ear. "Lemme do my thing..."

Will she, though? Katsumi will find out.

She adjusts herself a little more against her 'prey', deliberately compressing her body against the other girl's. And she begins the pin count slowly, cautiously, unsure if she's going to 'cheat' her way out of the hold: "One..."

Rave has posed:
"Do you now...?" she murmers, a smirk more felt than seen. She's speaking soft, the pair of them wrestling like this, both known faces, would be quite the sight for any Sunnydale resident, fanged or otherwise...

Still Rave doesn't struggle, instead she seems to be relaxing, stretch even almost feline-like... and she almost seemed to be surrendering. Just like she had before she moved last time.

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro can feel her relax beneath her. Good! She should! No breaking the pin just for its own sake. She wants her to stay right there beneath her, as her own personal, if boney, cushion. And perhaps feeling her arch has a similar relaxing effect on her, the Japanese girl melding more comfortably into her form. "Two..," she murmurs. There's a faint hitch in her breath. Her head turns against, the corner of her lips trailing along Rave's cheek.

"Three."

This time, there's no dramatic rush. Katsumi's head simply tilts to press a kiss to Rave's lips, her gaze slowly falling shut. Though should Rave allow it to continue past the first moment of contact, Katsumi will tilt more into it, giving herself up to the undeniable attraction for the other girl.

Rave has posed:
There's a swelling of light, a little 'tell' that she probably was about to 'jump' again.

Then things were changed, lips fell to hers and Rave's eyes were wide once more. She pauses, eyes bright and her hair brighter before the world turns in a flash.

She was out from under the ground, turning herself up to a standing position with her back against the tree...and with Katsumi standing in front of her, the speedsters hands on her waist as the asian girl was left adjusting from a world suddenly bright neon for a moment...

"Knockout...?"