Catch your breath

You lock your elbows and hold her up by her shoulders a little while longer. Hey, what's her tongue doing out of her mouth? Still a bit dreary from the brief smother, you breathe in deeply, your hefty bosom rising and falling beneath the crumbling woman that nearly just knocked you out. Are all fights like this?

It only takes about half a minute of this before the Bombardier snaps out of her delirium, and realises what you've just done to her. How come she can recover so quick?! She's not that much stronger than you, is she?

Rage builds up inside of her at the sight of you cutely breathing beneath her and propping her up. In one quick motion, this lady really knows what she's doing when she's not turned on, she grabs you by the back of your head and SHOVES you deep in there! It's really warm, and you can feel her heart beating fast. But this can't happen! You can't let her beat you!

In complaint, you start flailing your hands around wildly. It doesn't do very much.

"Should've taken my offer, s-stupid bimbo...."

...Is she crying?

Your arms flail for a brief period longer, before you get... really tired... Your arms calm down, and fall flat either side of you, as the Bombardier takes this opportunity to give one last tight squeeze of the back of your head, forcing you deep into her chest. The world's going spotty again... She got you....

***

In the aftermath of the fight, you wake up, lying naked on a changing room bench. Where'd all your clothes go? Next to your head is your original pile of clothes. As you stand up to get changed, something feels weird on your face. Your nose feels a bit like it's been pushed back, and there's this clear sticky liquid all over....