He didn't get to the bedroom unscathed. At least one of Amber's kicks had scored, her knee catching him almost perfectly in the pit of his stomach, right where his breakfast was protesting all this action. And a second thump took him in the ribs; yeah, he was paying for this, all right. All of it came out in his tickling, up and down Amber's sides to find the best spot. He laughed, getting stupid and silly, even though there didn't seem to be any one sweet spot that would make her yelp breathlessly and beg for him to stop. She was laughing, but not convulsively, and she wasn't squirming nearly enough. Not ticklish--Foreman added that as one more thing to remember about her. Other stealth attacks would have to do.
"Oomph!" Not that any stealth attacks would work if Amber got there first. Foreman found himself yanked down to the bed, hips caught in the vise of Amber's thighs. Any other time, he'd be more than happy to be there, but now his honour was involved. Foreman squirmed and struggled, grabbing for Amber's wrists. As long as her hands were free she'd still be dangerous.
Foreman's ribs ached, from laughing and from Amber's ungentle knee, and if this went on much longer he had a feeling that things like fair play would get dropped damn quick. But he was on top, stronger, and pretty soon his weight would start to tell on her. He hadn't held back from falling on her when she hauled him off-balance. He had to reach a stalemate before Amber decided to use some commando moves on him, and he got a knee in an even less pleasant place.
Once he had one of her arms, the rest was easy--relatively speaking. Panting, Foreman used all the torque at his disposal to twist Amber over to her front, and fell across her hip, breaking her leg-hold. They were both lying on their sides, Amber in front of him, and he had one arm. No quarter. Grunting, Foreman worked his second hand under her and groped for her second wrist, and pulled until he was hugging her hard, for all the world like a straightjacket. That done, he worked to get his breath back. Wasn't like this was the end--and she could still kick him right where he didn't want to be kicked. Time to offer terms. "You gonna say uncle?" he teased, grinning against Amber's ear.
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"Oomph!" Not that any stealth attacks would work if Amber got there first. Foreman found himself yanked down to the bed, hips caught in the vise of Amber's thighs. Any other time, he'd be more than happy to be there, but now his honour was involved. Foreman squirmed and struggled, grabbing for Amber's wrists. As long as her hands were free she'd still be dangerous.
Foreman's ribs ached, from laughing and from Amber's ungentle knee, and if this went on much longer he had a feeling that things like fair play would get dropped damn quick. But he was on top, stronger, and pretty soon his weight would start to tell on her. He hadn't held back from falling on her when she hauled him off-balance. He had to reach a stalemate before Amber decided to use some commando moves on him, and he got a knee in an even less pleasant place.
Once he had one of her arms, the rest was easy--relatively speaking. Panting, Foreman used all the torque at his disposal to twist Amber over to her front, and fell across her hip, breaking her leg-hold. They were both lying on their sides, Amber in front of him, and he had one arm. No quarter. Grunting, Foreman worked his second hand under her and groped for her second wrist, and pulled until he was hugging her hard, for all the world like a straightjacket. That done, he worked to get his breath back. Wasn't like this was the end--and she could still kick him right where he didn't want to be kicked. Time to offer terms. "You gonna say uncle?" he teased, grinning against Amber's ear.