strangetrip | [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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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."

She knew back home she'd have leaned forward and given him a kiss in an apology, but somehow even that felt too dangerous to do at the moment.

"Thanks for the workout." Bo sent him another small smile before standing up entirely.

"Any time," he offered, and there was more there than a workout but not quite what he knew she was missing in the offer as he got to his own feet.

"See you around, Dyson." Bo needed a really, really long shower, among other things at the moment.

"See you," he watched her go before returning to the heavy bag for a workout, hitting something felt good right about now.

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