Getting hot and sweaty Who: Derek and Allison Where: Hale Estate, Derek's room. When: Week 8, Sunday morning. Why: Derek has no one to spar with. Enter Allison. Warnings: Hale feels. Argent feels. Kate.
Derek hadn't let the inclement weather keep him from his workout routine. He hadn't been able to go for his daily five mile jog, but he'd put up a heavy bag in his bedroom, hanging from the exposed beam that separated his living area from his bed, and he'd relaxed into a routine, practicing his boxing forms and self-defense. After the fire, after Kate, he'd sought out to learn any kind of self-defense (or offense, he didn't really care), so he could protect Laura. He hadn't felt the need to spar in years, but learning that Kate was alive had triggered a restlessness, a paranoia, and need to ready himself. Just in case.
He was currently stripped to the waist, wearing only a pair of sweatpants, and he'd been working the bag for a good half an hour, so his skin was fairly damp with sweat. Left. Right. Left. Right. Breathe. Repeat. Circle. Switch. Right. Left. Right. Left. He loved it. He loved not having to think. Only react. Only be. Exist. In that moment.