Monkey Business[Amaranta, Sola]

Observing Sola in a state of unconsciousness was amusing, but even Amaranta had to admit it was growing considerably dull now. He was more entertaining awake than asleep. During her boredom, she dragged his limp body around until they reached an abandoned hut in a village that could decidedly be declared desolate.

After all, she couldn't let any random hollow bastard eat her annoying rival without seeing him ever reach his full potential. That would be anti-climatic for her. His improvement since the last time they met was commendable at least. He deserved a reward for that much. Progress was progress, and he showed out for their second bout. But that could wait for another time. It was time for this tenacious bastard to wake up.

Pushing her hands roughly into his stomach, she continued to pump out any remaining water until he woke up, expecting a reaction of some sort now that his body had been bared before Africa. Of course, she wasn't entirely exempt herself, bare chest heaving up and down during her trip. But that was a necessary sacrifice for victory.

"Shut up."

There it was. Him calling her out. An expected reaction, but she wasn't exactly denying it either, gazing at him with A victory was a victory, dampened by her employing her spiritual pressure. His fist pressed into her face, Amaranta brought a hand upward to slap it away, an annoyed grin crossed against her features as she hovered over him, blazing sapphires peering at his face.

"A win's a win, though, right? Which means I made good on my revenge. Nice cock, Sol. Can't say I expected that with how girly you look, but I am nevertheless impressed."

"Guess we'll have to put that to the test one of these days, then, won't we?"

The bronze woman discerned where his gaze was locked in an instant. Far from one who was uncomfortable about other people ogling her, she merely allowed him to observe her bare chest without interruption. After all, she thought herself drop-dead gorgeous, her body a true work of art. What wasn't there to admire? Indeed, if he were admiring the view, she was admiring that unshakeable confidence of his as he declared he would defeat her the next time they crossed paths.

That earned him a press of her chest against his own as she leaned against his body like a pillow, grinning from ear to ear, her expression reminiscent of a mischievous feline. One question gnawed away at her now that they were lying here. Prompting her to pose a question.

"Anyway, what were you screaming about before I saw you?"

"From the sound of it, it seems like she ended up blue-balling ya. Sheesh. No wonder you sounded so frustrated when I heard ya. Guess I arrived right on time, then, huh~?"

They were indeed touching, and he was certainly free to enjoy the view and touch away until his heart's content. He earned that much, and the confidence he displayed in the aftermath of a loss compelled her to entertain him further, winding her arms languidly about his neck, cocking her head to the side in amusement. A runaway foe, huh? To individuals like them, that was the same as being blue-balled. Poor guy. Even she could relate to that.

"You sure you didn't just lose track of her? This is a big country, after all. Hard to keep track of shit with all these abnormal hollows and soul reapers dancing about. How'd you end up here, anyway?"

"Someone lost track of their prey and now they're angry. Cheer up, Sola. I'm here now. A woman on top of a man she defeated."

To be certain, much of her curiosity was rooted in sheer boredom. What else was there to talk about? She wasn't particularly eager to lord her victory over him, even less so when she had to win by using her spiritual pressure to lock him down. Tightening her grip around him, the bronze woman grinded mercilessly against his frame as though it were her birthright. He was already touching her body. Might as well give him a show he wouldn't soon forget, or maybe he would because he had one brain cell.

"Who cares indeed. Obviously, your attention is clearly honed in on my body more than it is what little conversation we're sharing, but I don't mind that at all. What else can we do, then? I wonder..."

Playing dumb with a coy question, as though she were presenting a fishing hook, she maintained that wide grin.