Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-11-04 21:17:00 |
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Current location: | The Hyperion |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | gabriel burgess, kayla barnes, place: la |
Up To Something Naughty at the Hyperion
Who: Gabriel and Kayla
Where: The Hyperion
When: Sunday, October 31st
Kayla, remarkably, had the day off of work, which meant that after she'd caught up with her homework (she was still mildly irritated with one of her projects, but luckily it didn't need to be completed for over a month), she got to train with Gabriel. She'd be the first to admit that they were... a little slack in that department, recently, but she looked happy at the prospect of working with him when she entered one of the rooms he'd specifically set up in the Hyperion for them to train in today.
She was currently dressed in running shoes, sweatpants, a sports bra and an all-too-tight black tank-top. "What's on the agenda for today?" She asked as she closed the door behind her.
He had been letting her chill and relax for a little while now. He knew that she was extra busy with school. Since she was off tonight, though, he figured that they should get a good training session in. "Some boxing, exercise, and some work on your flexibility, I think. Is there anything you're in the mood for."
"No," she admitted as she started stretching her limbs, since she didn't want to pull something. "I think I'll let you set the pace today, since I don't want to tire your old-self out." Nice jab at his age there, Kayla.
"You don't wear me out at other times now," he said to her playfully. "Who says you're going to wear me out on training now?" Ooh, someone's being cheeky today!
She caught onto his mood and couldn't help it but grin. "It's just a theory I'm working on. Feel free to prove me wrong."
"A theory, you say?" he asked, grinning at her. "I think this may be something that I need to hear about."
"It's pretty simple, really. As you get older, it's harder for you to keep up. Your limbs disagree with you and your heart starts to give out," she teased. Okay, so they were BOTH in weird moods, weren't they?
He actually laughed at her. "I'm not old yet," he pointed out to her. "Now let's start training before I doze all from all of your taunts."
She poked her pierced tongue at him, but got serious, nevertheless, getting into a boxing stance and throwing a few punches in his general direction. Her punches were a lot less wild than they used to be, they were more cautious and controlled. "I feel like I should be quoting Muhammad Ali here."
He was noticing her improvement in control as well, and was quite pleased with it. "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee?" he suggested playfully. "You're doing quite fine without quotes, actually."
"Thank you," she replied, aiming a low jab at his midsection. "Thank you, for that, by the way," she murmured, as she she hopped out of the way, keeping control of her footing.
He managed to block her punch before sending one toward her head. "For what, exactly?" he asked as they continued to box a bit.
"For... not treating me with kid gloves. I mean, you're no Drill Sargent, but... you know how to handle me, if that makes sense." She dodged his punch easily enough, twisting her body away from him.
"You're welcome," he said, compensating for her dodge, immediately coming at her from the other side with another punch. "I don't intend to handle you with kid gloves at all. I know what you are capable of."
His punch connected, but she knew when to back off and catch her breath, which was a good sign. "Still, it's nice."
He took a slight step back from her. "Happy to help you in any way," he said to her. He really did adore her, actually. He just kind of had his own way of showing it.
She smiled faintly, trying not to let this conversation get too heavy, interestingly. "So! Um, you said something about exercise and flexibility?"
"Giving up already?" he asked with a smirk. "And you're calling me old." He gave her a nod, though, pulling off his gloves. "I was thinking doing some running on the treadmill and maybe some yoga if you're interested."
"That sounds good," she replied, moving over to the treadmill. "And I'm not giving up, I just... want to keep it light today," she explained.
He nodded. "Light is good," he said to her simply, motioning for her to step on the treadmill. He just hoped that he could keep her and that she wouldn't dump him, honestly.
She started jogging along easily enough, frowning lightly at his tone. She honestly didn't know WHO she wanted to be with right now, but being with him in this moment... she felt almost normal again. She smiled faintly as she jogged. "So... tell me about yoga. I thought that was more about relaxation."
"It certainly helps with that," he said to her. He knew that she didn't quite know who she wanted to be with. He wasn't going to push her right now. As sad as it sounded, he just wanted to make sure that he would be a part of her life. He'd RATHER it be in a relationship sense, but he'd take being friends/Watcher if he had to. He *would* fight for her, though. Just...he'd stand by her decision, he supposed. "It's also great for flexibility."
"I never thought about that," she murmured, as she started to run to the pace that he'd set to. "Do YOU practice Yoga?" Damn her. She just felt like teasing him today.
"Like you said, it's relaxing," he said to her. "Yes, I do. Even Watchers need to relax sometimes. So do Slayers, for that matter." Might keep them from going off the deep end so often, eh?
"Maybe it's something we should do together then, hm?" She thought aloud. "I... think it's worth a try. Not saying that my anger issues are over with, but it couldn't hurt to try."
"It never hurts to try yoga," he said. "Well, unless you pull a hamstring." That was his sad attempt at a joke. He was trying here, at least. "Then it might hurt some."
She giggled and started to slow her pace on the treadmill, "then I'd like you to show me. Hopefully WITHOUT the pulled hamstring." She smirked.
He nodded. When she finished with the treadmill, he started pulling out the yoga mats that he had. "And these aren't shower mats, I promise," he said as he pulled two of them out.
"What're they for, exactly? Stable footing?" She was... kind of interested, but still in the mood to tease him as much as possible. The bitch. She went over to the mini-fridge set up and pulled out a bottle of water to take a drink.
"Actually, yeah," he said to her. "I'd rather you not fall on your face and break that pretty nose," he said. Apparently both of them were in a teasing mood tonight. "Sweaty feet can cause that to happen."
"Well, that's the last thing that I want," she smiled, taking a sip of her drink before moving over next to him and the mats he was setting up. "Show me what I have to do."
"Well, what we're going to do first is a sun salutation," he said. "Watch me do one then do it yourself," he said, performing one for her before turning back to her. "Go ahead."
She arched an eyebrow as she watched him, before smirking and performing the same move, just a little unbalanced.
"It feels better than it looks, trust me," he said to her, watching as she started to move. He put a hand on the small of her back in an effort to help her balance better.
She cleared her throat when she felt his hand against her back, "Definitely feels good," she murmured, feeling her cheeks flush.
"I bet," he said, using his other hand to stabilize her by placing it on her stomach as she bent over. "Is that helping at all?"
"Mm," she breathed, "Probably not the way it was intended, though."
He seemed to get what she was hinting at and chuckled. "Doesn't take that much, sometimes, does it?" he asked her, his hand on her stomach shifting up slightly.
"It really doesn't," she murmured in agreement, shifting her hips back against his waist slightly.
He slipped his hand up past her tank top and underneath her bra. His thumb grazed against one of her nipples, feeling as it hardened under his fingers.
She moaned, gritting her teeth from trying to keep from being too loud as she rocked her hips back against him. "Suddenly I don't think we're training anymore," she chuckled.
He shook his head. "Nope, I don't think we are," he said, laughing slightly. He pinched her nipple lightly. "I suggest we take this to the sofa or something slightly more comfortable."
"Sounds like a plan," she agreed with a husky chuckle, straightening out to press her back against him. "Where...?"
He ran his hands back down her waist before turning her back around to him. "Couch here works fine." Right now he was too riled up to care if anyone heard them. It was kind of late, so no one was around, probably.
She chuckled and started working on his belt buckle, "sounds perfect," she murmured, looking around for the couch now, since she had no idea where it was in relation to them in the room.