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It wasn't hard to stay in the gym after hours, at this point he was nearly sure he had half the staff believing he actually worked there. Suckers. As it was the man was standing off to the side, loading up some weights onto a machine. A normal routine wasn't something the man typically did. But more and more Piper was unfortunately finding out that things he normally did weren't working.

He had to get stronger.

Which meant getting into a workout routine again.

At this point it was an essential life task, something like working would be for the ordinary person. Something he had reasoned he would need to start devoting countless hours to, to survive in the negasociety. Having gotten his a** wiped in a few fights had fueled these thoughts of course. But maybe a little bit of jealousy as well and the obvious need for self preservation.

Piper sat down on the machine, arms reaching back to grab the handles. Curling in the grips and pulling the bands down to bring up the weight. Weight lifting was something that hadn't been done since high school, so needless to say it was a bit of a pathetic starting weight. But he couldn't afford to be hurt.

Lost in the rhythm of reps Layne hadn't noticed the figure moving within shadows. Though it was highly unlikely he would have even if paying attention. Sat on machine with straight back the man grunted softly and continued to count silently in mind. Just a few more than he can switch to another machine, that was the best part about working out after hours. No competition for machines and he didn't even bother to wipe them down.

A grin lit lips and Piper pressed on, sweat glistening a touch on upper body now. Visible since Piper happened to be in a set of gym shorts and a grey tank top. The top holding a random assortment of paint splatter all over it. Clearly he hadn't dressed to impress but then again rarely ever did.

It was only by chance that he spotted Po before she spoke, though a small tensing of body came for the view. She had startled him a bit but then again considering which gym the man was in he had known she'd likely show up. Eyes narrowed playfully as hands slowly brought the weights down and released grip. Layne huh? So that's the way they were playing it tonight, alright, he could do that.

"Well Porsha, M'jus workin out..." Layne reached for a towel he had snatched and used it to wipe face down. Grinning as he looked back to her, "....before I go home and slap tha ham.." Ok, he had too.

Of course she didn't have a problem with it, but that wasn't really the nerve he as hoping to strike. Grinning slowly at the mention of needs his shoulders shrugged. A puppy pout, if an impish one directed towards Porsha as she stepped from the shadows further. The towel in hand discarded towards the floor near the machine lazily.

Why?

Course the ball breaker couldn't just be happy he was doing stuff right? But she had a point, as bitchy as it was. Layne mused to himself as blues flickered from the woman towards the exit sign then back. Leaning back on the machine arms started to pull the weight again though this time he wasn't counting. Using the working out instead as a means to keep himself from being as stupid as he wanted to be. "Aye c'mon now...I've sat up, got outta bed didn't I?" He said in a teasing tone before giving her a more serious look.

Slowly he started to wind down on the machine again, blues set in a stare on the woman. After a second his gaze advert for the second time of the night. "...Jus figured I needed et?.." He finally spoke, looking back to Po now with a crooked grin. He had been young when recruited, stupid to boot and lacking any real sense of what he had gotten into. That aside Layne had hit a lazy streak, for the most part he had been fine with leaving everything behind but not as fine with what responsibility had been given to him.

Growing up was hard to do, especially if you didn't want to and were being forced. Europe had been his escape route and Layne took it only to be left unsatisfied and crawling back. The disappointment he had returned to. The rivalry for the generals attention, as childish as it was, and getting his a** kicked a couple times were diving him. These things had given the man a hard dose of reality, reminding he that he had been here for awhile and what the hell had he done?

Nothing.

That wasn't what Layne was about, while lazy there was always more of a statement he liked to make. He paused the workout now, legs spreading in an inviting manner as back hit against the machines rest.

That stare could kill a kitten, luckily he was a dog. Behind closed mouth a tongue ring clicked against the backs of teeth. Just for a second Layne debated on laughing but common sense for once won out when it screamed don't do it. This was a serious matter after all and for as much pride as Layne had, he had more will to live.

As the woman came closer shoulders relaxed and an exhale sounded heavily into the room. Here they were and nothing was being said, of course Layne knew it was his fault. Having not really given a straight answer and causing likely the woman to internally debate on if she should hit him or take the offer to sit. It was kind of funny but for now he resisted the urge to laugh, or smile.

Just letting the silence settle around them in the moment. Let her know he was being serious as humanly possible for a man like him.

Blues slowly narrowed upon hips noting their cocked position with just an itch of a smirk forming. Reaching out to Po his head lifted, eyes locking on the womans as he spoke, "so....yew gonna help me or what?" Then he chose a rather psychotic move of extending past reach for trying to grab her hips to pull her down to the machine with him.

Don't make me beg.

"What do you want help with?"

A brow lifted and those full lips pressed firm, she was waiting. But this was all he had to give her. Even Layne wasn't exactly sure what it was he wanted as far as help went. As Porsha settled between thighs hands went up to draw both the woman's legs up over said thighs. Layne liked contact when in the mood and given the moment he was in the mood.

Blues settled on the woman's eyes staring into them for a long moment of silence. Thinking on what to say, how not to lose pride. Had they been two other people this situation, this air could almost be mistaken for intimacy.

But that wasn't the case.

"...Dunno...yew tell me...I jus wanna be better.." He finally said, submitting an inch but not the mile she likely wanted. It was the most he could offer in the moment, at least without more encouragement.

Porsha had a way of wearing the most striking color of lip stick, it always made that dark little smile pop to life. On a lean back of head blues examined the features with faint amusement. She at least looked more pleased than she had at the start of this conversation and that was something.

The roll of hips had hands coming down to catch there, not to mention a taunting groan slipping past the mans lips. A tease in the moment to lighten the mood but not break it. Lips brushed lips and Layne drew in a steady breath, trying to keep calm considering getting turned on wasn't likely the smartest idea. At least not right this second.

Po spoke and a crooked wide grin spread his lips, the familiarity in them hitting home. This was exactly what she had said the day she pulled him into the Negaverse. Only now the words actually meant something to the man. Nose bumped against nose and his head tilted for a smooth stolen kiss, "M'game..."

He was willing to move forward if she was.

He was satisfied with the nonverbal answer because for him this spoke louder than words. It spoke of affection, which was a form of forgiveness and attention. Which was code for second try by all body language means, course she was a crazy woman so he could be off. But for now it felt safe to assume she was on board and focus on the pleasure of the moment.

Had he of known what the woman was thinking he'd be quick to tell her that to him she was something. Just what the something was, was up for debate. Since their civilian status was just as complicated as their powered but this was fine by Layne.

Distraction came by way of fingers sliding all over, warming the parts of flesh they touched and being leaned into when hitting hair. Their noses bumped again and Layne went willingly with the nudge. Allowing her all the room she needed for those talented lips to work, this close it was easy to get lost in the scent of Po. Which he did with a slide shut of eyes and slide of hands. First hips were caressed over with a firm massage, then fingers slider up sides and around to back where they rest on the small. Tips just teasing at whatever bottom's waist band she wore as they kissed.

Eagerly, greedily taking reward.

By the time lips pulled from lips it became clear to the man that something was happening. Po had gone Xe on him, which was surprising to say the least. Then again the one track mind of the agent told him they hadn't like this before. It could be fun, or maybe she wanted to spar either option was just exciting enough for the man to nod in obedience.

A moment to focus and clothes started to shift, a hat appearing upon head.

Natrolite smirked slowly and hands began to move over the woman's hips again. Pulling her against him in a slow motion before head bent and lips nipped against neck sharply. He was just being the good puppy he was, though had to tease since he still didn't know what was happening, "bein kinky boss?"

Not that he'd mind.