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[GP] training day

There was a trope that in prison there wasn't much to do except work out or read. As colorful as Madonna Inn might be, it was still a prison. And look, somebody had put together a library.

Put fifty some people, many of them military, adventurers, vigilantes, or superheroes of one stripe or another, in a prison with none of the urgent missions or near-death experiences they were used to, the fitness center was going to be a popular place. Maybe almost as popular as the bar.

... Probably not quite that popular.

There were free weights and weight machines, treadmills and ellipticals, yoga mats and exercise balls. A room set aside for classes, if someone decided to lead. A large square had been taped over an area of the floor off to one side as a make-shift sparring space. Sports equipment had been brought back from Bonesville for those who preferred more organized games. And those who had been stuck here longest remembered there hadn't always been a salmon ladder.

In other words, something for just about everybody. And you could usually find someone in there if you were looking for a spotter, workout buddy, sparring partner, friendly competition too.

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Dyson had been at the heavy bag, which was why he was in a pair of pink sweatpants and a black tank top both of which were emblazoned with the Madonna Inn name and had his knuckles taped.

But he was working hard at NOT avoiding Bo, she he walked over to where she was practicing with her sword as he peel the tape away.

"You have another one of those?" And did she want a real sparring partner.

"Yeah, I do actually." Bo smiled when he approached, happy to see him. She walked over to a long bag on the ground and found the other. She tossed it to Dyson with a wry expression. "Don't go easy on me just cause you can't heal me now."

"I trust in your ability," both to find someone to help her heal, and to meet him blow for blow without him going easy on her.

He weighed the sword in his hand, shifting it from one to the other to get a sense of the balance of it and then stepped back into a ready stance before smirking at her.

Bo hadn't done this with Dyson in what seemed like forward and the smile she had on her face couldn't hide that she was happy and even excited to be able to spar with him like this. She had missed this.

She advanced on him, spinning around before swinging her sword at his shoulder.

He lifted the sword to fend hers off and they clashed with a clang as he spun to get behind her and swung at her this time.

It had been a while since Bo had fought with someone and she was maybe a little rusty. She moved just a little slower than normal, but managed to meet his swing with her sword at the last minute. It meant she didn't have enough momentum for a retaliation swing so she went to kick at his thigh instead.

The blow dropped him down to one knee, he was a little rusty as well having focused on individual training while he was at the inn. He brought his sword up defensively and grinned at her.

"Guess we both need some practice."

"Well, you are an old man." She replied playfully as she took a step back to let him get up, but she also started circling to the right.

"Never bothered you before," he was on his feet in one easy movement that totally belied his age and moved back as she circled, his eyes following her motion. "For a fae I'm not even middle aged."

"About that -" She swung over her head towards him. Whatever the result, she'd finish the sentence saying, "Is the lifespan different for each Fae?"

"We're all fairly long lived," please don't ask him how old he is. He stopped counting a while back. "Some types of fae have different life cycles but most are blessed with long life compared to humans. Why?"

"Just wondering how long I might be looking at, assuming the Garuda doesn't kill me." Bo wondered if she was going to look like this for a hundred years or live more like a human.

"We were only in triple digits for the year when I was born." So she likely had longer than a hundred years.

"So I've got a while until I need to use night cream regularly, huh?" She joked with a smirk, then took another swing at him.

He ducked and parried the blow before answering.

"At least a year or two," or a century or two.

"If you ever point out a grey hair I might actually have to kick your ass." Though she still had a playful look on her face as she swung again.

"I wasn't going to mention it..." he jumped back and then with a grin darted forward in a frontal attack.

She was caught a little off guard and had to jump back. "Oh, you're so going down now." She grinned though and swung a few more times, this time more adamantly.

"Do," dodge. "Your," swing. "Worst," parry.

Then he grinned at her.

She had been holding back. A little, anyways. And for a moment maybe it felt like they were back home before complications happened. She swung her sword, jabbed, then as he dodged, swung her leg out. In the end she landed on top of him, legs straddled on either side of him in a position they both knew quite well though hadn't explored in a while. Breathless, it took Bo a moment to realize what she had done and then in another she felt surge she always felt when she was near him and she stared at him in an awkward mix of desire and 'oh my God'. Something deeper inside of her was tugging at her, though, willing her to let it loose right now.

They were both holding back, at least a little and after a long breathless beat where his eyes met hers and went dark as he had the same memory she did.

The moment seemed to drag out to the breaking point and for a brief flicker it was uncertain if he was going to kiss or or fight her. Then he flipped her off him and pinned her to the mat. Braced over her, it was another familiar position, if one they hadn't explored in a while, he smirked down at her.

"You lost your sword with that last move."

Had it been any other time than now and the position they both found themselves in between themselves and with other people, Bo would have made some sort of witty repartee and wrestled him back to the ground herself. The stirring in her pants and the slight aching in her chest was much more sobering.

"I guess that means you win, then." She attempted a smile, but it wasn't her full force once.

"Hardly ever," he said softly, his smile sad but warm as he rolled off her onto his back beside her. Then almost as an afterthought he reached to take her hand in a friendly clasp without standing up.

She squeezed his hand as she felt a pang in her heart. "I can't, Dyson." She withdrew her hand and sat up, looking at him. "Not yet, anyways."

He squeezed back, understanding, remembering when he'd broken up with her the first time because of Trick and how he'd felt as she had done her thing and started whatever she had with Lauren. "When you can."

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