Who: Isabela, Chase What: Getting lunch, flirting, 'going back to her place'. When: Sometime before this post Where: A gym, Chase's Car, and etc. Rating/Warnings: Uh... IDEK. R. There's some mentions of Chase being a few months shy of underage. Status: Complete!
On any normal occasion, Isabela wouldn’t be caught dead sweating at a gym. She liked to keep fit and active, of course, usually by maintaining an incredibly active sex life. Ever since the dreams had started she’d discovered more and more muscles that she’d never worked before but which seemed to be more toned than usual, too, which was a far more pleasant gift than the dreams themselves. But they’d appeared with no work on her part, and she had no reason to assume they’d just disappear.
Today, however, was a beautiful day. Chase was going through his work out, showing off all of those glorious muscles, and she had the honor of watching. As he sweated and flexed and threw some punches, she sat on a bench, one leg folded over the other, tossing snacks into her mouth.
She’d been supposed to meet him there to go and get some lunch, but had arrived early for just this reason. “Go on, you sexy thing. Lift some weights while you’re at it. Bela wants to see those arms of yours in high definition.”
***
Chase tried to get into the boxing ring once a week, work out a different set of muscles than he normally focused on during his home workouts on top of getting to work on his reaction time when facing someone else. That fraction of a second could mean the difference between a career ending injury and one that just benched you for the rest of the season and he wasn’t ready to say goodbye to his career just yet. Not when he’d finally gotten control over it and the cash from it. He was trying not to let Isabela being there distract him too much but that was easier said than done with her sitting right there encouraging him with that sexy accent. He just had to remember what Allanon had told him about getting involved with people - discretion and full disclosure if he didn’t want anyone to get arrested since he was still just a few months short of being 18. He didn’t think the court would actually do anything since he had been emancipated but there was still a chance.
He stepped out of the ring, grabbing his towel and water bottle off the bench beside her so he could wipe some of the sweat off him and take a breather before moving over to the weights. He gave a flirtatious smile as he set them back down. “Could let you get an up close view of them after lunch if you want. Get a little hands on if you want.” His voice was quiet so that only she could hear him before he walked away to the weights set, adjusting them for himself while he waited for one of the employees to be able to come over and spot him as he lifted.
***
That was naughty. Isabela was aware that Chase was a bit younger than most of the men she ended up hitting on, and though her deam alter-ego self wouldn't have cared, she herself wasn't sure exactly where she stood.
Well, she knew where she wanted to stand. She also didn't want to get tossed out of the country for sleeping with someone underaged. But would anyone even know? And if he was nearly of age, what could possibly go wrong? The idea was titillating, but so was skirting the edges of an illegal thing. And so, she winked at him in response to his quiet words. Taking in the view wasn't a crime, either way. Neither was getting lunch with him later, or planning out a vacation somewhere fun. A few months from now, when both of them didn't have to worry.
Of course, she was playing with fire, but that was one of Isabela's most favorite games. And she couldn't help but think about getting her hands on him while she watched him lift the weights. A little hands on couldn't hurt, could it?
"You're certainly working up an appetite. We'll have to eat two lunches at this rate. All of those calories, we'll have to do something to work them off. Perhaps a walk 'round the park or something. You probably don't even gain any weight but I can't say I'm as lucky."
***
Chase knew that his distraction was probably obvious to his spotter but he was trying not to let it get too bad. Once he finished this he’d go to cool down and shower before leaving with her for lunch. “I’m thinking I can get by with one lunch and then a special snack later.” He told her with a grin as he changed positions with the weights, deliberately showing off how strong he was for her.
“Sound good to you?”
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"MMmm, I know just the thing." Bela let the words roll off of her tongue without really thinking. Flirting was simply second nature to her and with Chase blatantly showing off for her like that she couldn't even help herself.
There were plenty of perfectly legitimate special snacks they could enjoy later, in the safety of public. Isabela enjoyed the bounty of the local food trucks, for instance, which served all kinds of things like sweet crepes and chocolate dipped fruit kebabs or fancy ice creams.
None of those things were the ones she had in mind. "That sounds amazing to me. You're a horrible influence, kitten. I think I need to hang out with you more often."
***
“Aren’t horrible influences the best ones though? Or at least the ones that are the most fun?” Chase asked her with a grin and a wink as he set the weights down, wiping the sweat off before stretching, remembering all the lectures he’d gotten from doctors and coaches over the years about needing to stretch so that his muscles didn’t get damaged by a sudden stop or start in a workout.
“So...what do you say I go grab a quick shower and then we get out of here?”
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"I say that's absolutely perfect. You go and get all cleaned up and I'll sit here, completely on my best behaviour, not mentally picturing you doing it. Because I'm just that amazing at self control." Isabela declared, giving him the sauciest wink she could manage.
***
Chase grinned at her and leaned down to kiss her cheek quickly, whispering in her ear. “Picture away. Maybe later we can work out a way for you to see how much reality matches up to it.” He grabbed his water bottle and walked away, showering in what for him was record time because he wanted to get out of there.
A day with Isabela was a hell of a lot better than killing time in the gym as far as he was concerned. Especially if it would involve a more private visit to her yacht than the snowball fight had been. Lunch (with a couple things that could be reheated later for a quick pick me up if they needed) was an easy enough thing to take care of and he switched the bag from one hand to the next as he opened his car door for her. “So - where to now?” He asked.
***
The face Isabela had made at Chase's whispered comment had lasted through his quick shower and all the way to the car, where it remained stuck to her face. She looked exactly like the cat that had eaten the canary, or perhaps like a comic villain plotting the perfect crime. "You know... what if we just stopped at my favorite take out place instead? We could do all the dining right on my Yacht."
It saved a lot of time and got them out of the public eye sooner, which was exactly where Isabela wanted them to be. As long as they weren't seen, did it really matter what they got up to? No, it didn't, she'd decided. It wasn't as if Chase wasn't willing. "How do you feel about Indian food? There's a place just down the road from the docks that does a fantastic butter chicken, and you never really did get a good chance to tour the place."
***
Chase barely hesitated a moment before agreeing to her suggestion of just grabbing dinner and taking it back to her Yacht. He would say he hadn’t imagined things actually going this way in his wildest dreams except he had dreamt about it. More than he’d admit to anybody. Except possibly Isabella later. “I’ve only had Indian food a few times but I’ve liked it. And I don’t think I’ve ever had butter chicken so I think getting it to go is a perfect plan. Especially if I’m getting a tour of the yacht.” He said giving her a flirty grin. He hoped her mind was going along the same path as his - the sooner they got out of sight, the sooner the could quit worrying about anyone seeing what they got up to. Rumors and gossip were just rumors and gossip after all.
***
And charges could only be filed if there was real evidence. Isabela knew all about that, thanks in large part to her dream career as a pirate. It was something she often considered taking up here in the real world. Super sized luxury yachts weren't exactly stealthy, but they were the perfect cover.
Bela grinned at him, "Let me just toss the address onto the GPS here and you can drive us. I'll order ahead to save us some time." Being time efficient was definitely something she was sure Chase could appreciate.
She got into his car and dialed the place up on the phone without waiting for his response, taking the liberty to dash her order off in hindi. It was a rare treat to get to speak it these days, but she was also showing off.
***
Chase could almost hear the lecture he’d get in his head but he couldn’t bring himself to really care that much. He’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission anyway. He smiled back at her as he started driving, paying just enough attention to the GPS to follow it’s instructions to the restaurant.
He waited until she’d hung up the phone to speak. “You’re just full of surprises aren’t you? What language was that?”
***
"Hindi! I learned it from my dad, he was adamant that we all grew up knowing our native tongue, not just English. Mother was always big about our heritage too, but baba wanted us to get into the trade business with him. Things always go smoothly if you know at least one dialect." Isabela answered, grinning. "I speak a few more, too, but not very well."
Noticing that they were getting closer to the take out place, she pulled her wallet out of her purse. She was antsy and excited and was almost certain they were going to let that food get cold before they ate it. It was a hell of a rush, and she wanted to expedite the process as much as possible. "I'll head in and grab the takeout for us when you get there. Sometimes they give me discounts."
Bela winked at Chase. They both knew why it was she'd be getting discounts.
***
Chase gave out a low appreciative whistle. “Just when I thought it wasn’t possible for you to impress me anymore,” he teased her as he parked the car. “I’ll be here gorgeous.”
***
Bela was in and out of the takeout place in a flash, holding up the bag of delicious food like it was prized treasure before getting back into his car. The food smelled amazing, and made for an extremely convenient excuse to get home as quickly as possible.
"Now this smells good, and I am hungry, but I think perhaps we could skip dinner and eat dessert first, don't you? Think of how much more delicious it's going to taste when we've whetted our appetite."
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“Sounds like one of the best suggestions I’ve heard all day beautiful.” Chase told her with a grin and a wink as he changed their destination on his GPS. He knew about where they were going but not well enough to trust his sense of direction. Although maybe that would change the more they hung out.