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A/O and the Takedown
By Del
Olivia snapped the thin newsprint a few times to straighten it out
enough to read the "Saturday's Tube" listings. The End
Resting her head against Olivia's shoulder, Alex asked, "What's on
at seven? Is it worth skipping work for?"
"Freestyle wrestling."
The attorney frowned. "I think I saw that once. I don't know the
rules," she said. "Maybe I should go in for a couple of hours."
"Nah, you don't want to miss this." The tone of her lover's voice
caught Alex's attention. "The whole idea is to unbalance the other
person." Olivia shifted without warning, pinning Alex beneath
her. "You want to get her on her back, and hold your position."
She pressed Alex's forearms against the bed.
"You look for a chance to execute your technique." Olivia leaned
down for an almost chaste kiss. "To open up an offense."
This kiss was long and deep.
"To get the upper hand," she whispered. "Sometimes they go to a
clinch . . . ." She drew Alex's arms around her waist, and locked
hers behind Alex's shoulders. "It guarantees that someone will
score." Another luxurious kiss followed.
"Yes, it does," Alex agreed.
"You can use a leg attack--" Olivia nudged her thigh between
Alex's. "Or an in and out." Her hand slipped between them.
Long minutes later, Alex groaned loudly, digging her fingers into
Olivia's shoulders. "Ohhhhhh-kay, we'll watch it," she gasped.
"Oh, but there's more you should know," Olivia said. "There's a
passivity penalty." In a smooth motion, she flipped the blonde over
and lay her length along Alex's. "The more aggressive participant
gets to see what she can do in this position."
Olivia began to show Alex exactly what she could do in that position.
"I don't remember *that* in the match I saw," the blonde murmured
over her shoulder.
"Hush," Olivia said. "I haven't even gotten to the back exposure
points." She bit gently into Alex's shoulder blade, and continued
what she was doing. "Mn--and that's--uhh--" she gripped Alex's
hands and arched her back. "--the match!" After catching her
breath, she rolled back onto her side of the bed. "I love the
Olympic spirit," she muttered.
"Swifter, higher, stronger . . . ." Alex reached for the now
seriously crumpled newspaper. "Hmm. Guess what's on after that."
The exhausted detective let her eyebrow ask the question.
"Rhythmic gymnastics . . . ." Alex smiled seductively at
her. "Looks I won't be going in this afternoon, either."