Bonding Experience (Sam)[MATURE]

[Damien Kross, Jester]

Her defensive curl was quick, but my plan was already thick in my head. My hands shot out and took hold of her ankles, attempting to force her left over her right. Upon doing so, putting her legs into the shape of a cross, my arms would link between her legs, and from that point, it would be a struggle to turn her over- it was called the Irish Clover.

If I was able to turn Sam over, I would wrench her legs back, their current position inflicting a massive amount of pain on her lower back and neck.

Hapkido was a style that focused on throws and trips, but my own modifications incorporated submission holds such as this one. This was what a considered to be a devastating combination- a disabling style and a grappling style. Fun fun fun.

[Sam Ballerino]

Sam's leg's were strong, but Damien's arms were stronger. He flipped her over, and she couldn't see what he was doing, but holy hell, it hurt. She attempted to push herself up on her arms, to straighten herself out and release some of the tension he was causing, but to no avail. She collapsed, wincing as the pain got worse and worse, and let out a stream of curse words in Italian and English, getting less and less intelligible as the hold got tighter.

"AHH! OW! Arresto! Okay, merda! You win! Mmph..." She bit on her lip to keep from crying.

If he let go by then, she'd let her legs fall to the ground, and just lay there for a moment, recovering.

"Man, you really want that kiss, huh?" She'd laugh weakly, pushing herself up to a sitting position.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

The lock was in, and sure enough, surrender soon followed. With a self-satisfied smirk, I extended out a hand to help her up, allowing her however much time she needed to feel her legs again.

"Not like I'd turn it down." I said with a small laugh, still waiting for her to accept my offer for assistance. "Come on, upse'daisy."

Damien... That was... Quick.

Mhm... Not very satisfying.

Well, looks like you win the prize, hm?

Heh, guess so Jester.

[Sam Ballerino]

She stretched her legs a couple times, pushing herself into a quick splits to make sure they still worked properly. Satisfied with the examination, she took his hand and stood up. She stood awkwardly, wishing the pants she was wearing had pockets to put her hands in, but contented herself with playing with the hem of the jacket she wore. The jacket he gave her.

She owed him something now...

"Well, it looks like you won that one," she said bashfully. That was pretty obvious. But she was too shy to just outright give him what he'd asked for. He'd either have to come get it himself, or ask her for it directly. If he still wanted it. That was a pretty shameful defeat...

Another pretty shameful defeat.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

The word "one" would escape her lips a second before mine were pressed to hers. My right hand held the back of her neck lightly, just enough to gently push her mouth against mine. My left hand held her side, my body letting the moment last a number of seconds before slowly pulling away an inch.

"I'd say so." I said in a low voice, a small smile curving on my lips. Now, the ball was in her court- it was her time for reactions- for statements- for anything that would either give me a chuckle or a sense of amusement.

Damien, you are so gay, you know that?

Keep talkin all your good shit...

[Sam Ballerino]

I guess he still wanted it.

She'd barely finished her sentence before his lips were on hers, and little "Mm!" of surprise made it's way out of her nose. The surprise was short-lived, though, and her right hand made it up to his neck, the same way he was holding her, as she kissed him back, shyly at first, but giving in to it soon enough.

He backed off a ways, and finally responded to her, and she smiled at him, still feeling the adrenaline. She let out a short breath. "Whoo..." She liked the touch of his hand on her waist, and the feel of his skin beneath her fingers. She didn't know what else to say though; her mind was too preoccupied with wondering if it would be all right to kiss him again.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

"So, still having trouble seperating teacher from friend?" I asked, only a twinge of cockiness in my words. I kept our position, my hands not moving from where they rested. Something seemed right about this- I hoped however, it wasn't just a spontaneous action- a spur of the moment.

Hehehe, more like sperm of the moment, right? Right?

I hate you... All of you... Completely...

I tried to keep the Jester out of my thoughts and attempted to remain in the moment- in a moment that was getting more and more interesting

[Sam Ballerino]

She smiled at him, a small one that shone more in her eyes than her lips - and was all the purer for it.

"Not so much," she whispered. "But..." She bit her lip gently as she looked up at him, her heart pounding like a bass drum. "Care to help me... blur the boundaries a little more?" A playful spark danced in her eyes as her grin widened, and just as he had done, she would barely give him time for a response before slowly pulling him toward her again, their lips meeting once more.

She was glad he hadn't moved his hands. They felt good there. Not just good, but... good. The really good kind of good. The kind of good that made her feel like she'd just downed a cup of hot chocolate at the perfect temperature, and the warmth was spreading from her belly to her chest, to her fingers and down to her toes.

Definitely a good kisser.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

We remained this way for a moment, savoring the intricacies of each other's company. My kisses moved from her lips to her neck, slowly creeping up and down, my left hand rubbing up and down her back. It felt good to do this again... To feel the touch of a girl... Especially one that wasn't going behind my back with her little rich boy bitch.

"I have an idea." I said, softly whispering in her ear. "How about we go somewhere where we can lay down?" My tongue slowly glided across her ear lobe. "Standing is getting dreadfully difficult."

OoOoOo... So, THAT'S what you're planning! You sly dog!

Sorry Jester, none of that... I just want to make out, is that a problem?

Does this "making out" involve cock in vagoo?

No...

Oh for the love of-

[Sam Ballerino]

His lips moved, and Sam let out a minuscule moan - she wasn't quite done with those lips yet. But they moved slowly up and down her neck, and she relaxed again. That was ok. That felt... oh, man. Yeah, she was definitely ok with that.

"Hmm?" she said, as he whispered to her. An idea? She opened her mouth to answer him, but was momentarily distracted by his tongue on her ear. More chills...

She came back to herself again, and chuckled softly. "What, did I wear you out too much sparring? I didn't think I was that strong..."

She was just teasing him, though... it did sound like a good plan, if she ignored the part of her brain was telling her she was moving too fast. Just this morning she wouldn't have even considered anything like this - her defenses had been sky high, and her trainee-only mindset wouldn't have allowed anything else. But... she liked this. It felt very right. Her worries about the cruel streak he seemed to possess had flown out the window completely. So she tilted her head down slightly, giving him a row of light kisses leading from his collarbone up to his ear, and whispered, "Lead the way, Mr. Kross."

[Damien Kross, Jester]

With a smirk, I would take Sam by the hand and lead her out of the white room and to a room down the hall- the one right next to her room. This was my chamber. It greatly resembled Sam's room, exceptions being a more lived in feel. Small little trinkets and oddities were on the tables and shelves- things that a person would accumulate and have in their room. The majority of my possessions however, remained at the apartment.

As we entered the room, I shut the door behind us and wasted no time in grabbing Sam and pushing both of us own onto my soft, queen size bed. With haste, my lips would lock to hers again, reveling in the ability to act with more intensity.

[Sam Ballerino]

He led her down the hall, and for a moment she thought they were going to her room. Wrong door... It looked very similar, though.

He shut the door and she grinned, giggling as he pushed her down on the bed and went right back to kissing her. In a rush, was he? "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," she said softly, smirking, as she ran her tongue lightly down his neck once and kissing her way slowly back to his lips.

Both her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him deeper into the kiss. Chills were running everywhere he touched, and her stomach was in knots - in a very good way. She was nervous, excited, exhilarated and a whole list of other emotions all rolled up into one.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

We spent a few minutes on the bed, expressing these newfound emotions. To think, the girl I took as my apprentice at the start of the semester now shared the bed with me romantically... Interesting twist of fate, no?

Getting an idea, my right hand trailed down her body, from her cheek to her breast, gently grasping it as we kissed. Part of me knew this was the ultimte gamble- the make or break.

Gettin' risky I see. Teeheehee, you're funny Damien.

I paid no attention to the mimic and did as I pleased, hoping Sam wouldn't storm out.

[Sam Ballerino]

His hand began moving down, and Sam's heart began beating faster. She tensed for a moment, and taking a sharp intake of breath. Unfortunately, this meant that her chest moved as her breathing increased, pushing her breast harder into Damien's hand.

...And she didn't mind that. She thought maybe she should mind, but she didn't. His touch was gentle, and his hand felt surprisingly nice there. Not to mention the licks of fire that were making their way all through her torso. She relaxed then, bringing her lips back to his and letting his hands roam where they wished.

As long as he didn't try too much else. She didn't know how much she'd be able to handle before she'd chicken out and make an ass of herself.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

She didn't reject my advance, and so, I continued doing so. My kisses traveled all across her lips, neck, and shoulders, but eventually, they went down her chest, over the top of her breast, and to her stomach. I pushed the bottom of her shirt up and laid soft kisses on her bare flesh.

My hands reached up, sliding under her shirt to continue groping her, feeling the fabric of the bra that contained her. I was willing to stop at any time- but for now, testing my limits was amusing.

Damien, I didn't know you had it in you... So, when do we fuck her?

We don't Jester, sorry. Not yet anyways.

Ooooh, buttering her up first. I gotch-

I mean not TODAY Jester.

Sonofabitch...