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Noah Pierce (quarterback) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-09-04 22:42:00

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natalia, noah

Week Seventeen - Tuesday
Who: Noah and Nat
Where: Outside school, fields and more!
When: Tuesday

Okay so maybe Noah was enjoying this. Maybe just a little bit. But what could he say, wind sprints were kind of fun if you were sick in the head like he was. And it wasn't like he was forcing anyone else to do them. It wasn't like the football team had a real coach or anything and it wasn't like practices were like the practices that he'd known for the vast majority of his life. Rather it was something that was supposed to be straight enjoyable.

That said, it was way easier to enjoy football if you could run for a while without you know... wanting to pass out. But he'd belying if he said he didn't kind of like that burning feeling that set in your legs when you pushed through the last sprint.

"COME ON NAT. SUCK IT UP." He yelled over his shoulder at her. Smirk on his face. If anyone else wanted to run these at the end of practice with him, so be it but he was going to make Nat do it. It was good for her. Or something like that. It would continue to do great things for her ass. Not that she needed anything done for her ass. Ahem. Moving on.

Noah finally came to a stop, bent slightly at the waist as he caught his breath, listening for the sound of Nat finishing up. Straightening back up he checked that his t-shirt was still tucked into the waistband of his shirts. It was too warm for that shit. Turning around he smiled over at Nat as he walked toward her. "So. Good practice eh?" He stretched an arm up and over his head, swinging it back down. "So you're not working right?" He actually already knew that, had called down to the bar and asked the manager for her schedule for the week, explaining that he was planning something for his best friend at the school. It was required that he have that bit of info. Was there a particular reason for the surprise extravaganza? No. Did he need one? Well maybe Noah just wanted to pay Nat back for being the sane one when he was having more than his fair share of issues. Lord knew he'd be a mess without her and that he couldn't thank her enough for. This was at least a start.

"Well even if you are..." His lips curved into a smile. "You're not gonna make it down there. I've got plans for you woman." The smile had turned into a full on grin. "But it's shower time and no complaints." Seriously was shower time, but that didn't stop Noah from moving forward in one fluid motion and hoisting Nat over his shoulder.

No if's, and's, or but's about the fact that he had an evening planned for her. And it was going to stay a surprise, mainly because he knew that would just drive Nat crazy. Perfect.

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herbrokensmile
2008-09-06 12:26 am UTC (link)

The only reason Nat really played football was so she could tackle Noah and rub it in his face when she beat him. Okay and maybe she liked spending the extra time with him but whatever, it was all about gloating at the end of the day. This usually seemed to work out quite well considering that he was reluctant to tackle her in return. That might have had something to do with the pouting, but she'd never admit to it.

"Nooooooaaaaaahhhhhhhhh." How was her whining not getting her out of these ridiculous wind sprints? As a rule, Nat did not sprint. She'd go jogging when she couldn't get down to the beach, but other than that...nada. Running was just a boring way of getting all hot and sweaty, which she already was thanks to the game. Throwing her own little fit, she gave in and followed him across the field as they ran back and forth like freaks. "You are sick in the head, mijo," she called out behind him. Couldn't they just go surfing? Sheesh.

Nat pouted once they were finished and gave him a nice glare. "You suck," was the only response he got to his first question. She had half a mind to ignore him or lie about having to work, but it turned out that it wouldn't matter even if she wasn't lying. "Plans?" Practice was over, right? No more torture then? "Should I be worried?" This whole Noah planning stuff thing was kind of disturbing. "Okay but...MIJO!"

Kicking her legs, she flailed a bit and sent a few choice Spanish phrases his way. What was she, some sort of sack of potatoes? Okay maybe the running had sucked but she could still walk! UGH. Going limp in defeat, what's up dead weight?, she hung there as he carried her toward the locker room. As they neared, she waited for him to stop and put her down but he just kept on going. "Uh mijo..."

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quarterback
2008-09-06 02:01 am UTC (link)

It was moments like this that made up for all the unnecessary tackling that Nat did of him. He was all too aware of the fact that she knew he was loathe to actually bring the hurt down on her. He usually just took whatever she was doling out and smiled. Because really... was it so bad to have Natalia tackle you. Nope. Not at all. Though he could do without the whining. Really, it was just a little running. He could have made it far worse. Could have made her pull an old tire or something so really Noah was being kind.

He knew better than to remind her that there was no whining in football. Kind of like there was no crying in baseball. He could say it until he was blue in the face but she'd probably still bust out a 'Noooooaaaahhhhh' like she already had. Then again hearing that just made him smile. Payback for all her teasing of him in life was required. Turn about. Fair play. You know.

"Yes plans." Noah replied with a grin. Okay so maybe he was inordinately enjoying the fact that he knew what was going on and Nat didn't. Really didn't happen often so he had to soak it up while he could. "Probably." Was all he had to say about whether or not she should be worried before she was hefted up and over his shoulder and he was off and moving. Leaving absolutely no room for her pout to invade any of his plans. See he thought ahead and disabled her strongest weapon. Go Noah.

He had thought about setting her down outside the girls locker room and letting her take care of her own business but then she had to go and make the whole kidnapping difficult. "Uh what?" He asked with a smirk as he used his opposite shoulder to push open the door to the guys locker room. Sounded like most of the guys had finished up since who really wanted to stay after and run a few sprints... other than Noah. "You know if you hadn't said a few choices phrases that could make a sailor blush you might be on your way to the girls showers right now. But oooooh no." He laughed as he walked past a few guys that were finishing up changing. Sadly no butt shots for Nat, not her lucky day.

Noah wove his way back to the shower area and cranked the water on to a nice toasty hot. One step forward and they were both getting wet clothes and all. There was no stopping Noah's laughing at this. He was thoroughly enjoying the fact that this was something he had done to her in high school, only it had involved a bit more hooting and hollering from his teammates as he had carried her into the locker room. And well it had also involved a little less in the sexual tension. Just a touch less. But at least he was letting her down this time, well letting her down quicker. "Scrub up, we've got places to be. And don't drop the soap." Noah said as he heard the last few guys finish packing up and the door close to the locker room.