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 Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 9:34 pm
It had been a while since Shane had felt so exhilirated. Hands wrapped neatly to give some protection to their soft skin, Shane threw sharp jab after sharp jab into the punching bag. Deftly weaving each time the bag swung back at him, a light sheen of perspiration showing itself on his uncovered torso. Wearing trousers similar to his normal attire that were a bit looser about the legs, Shane had gone for suitable tennis shoes, rather than the harder black ones.
Catching the bag to take a break, Shane used his free hand to wipe his bangs from his eyes. His hair was growing wet from the workout, and he made a note to himself to take a shower before he went off in search of Moira. He had a bone to pick with the lass - she'd teased him straight into an ice cold shower the other night, and he intended to win the game. And win it soon. Blue eyes flashed as he began to jab at the bag once more, thoughts turning from how pleasant that hint of a kiss she'd given him felt, to his frustrations at himself.
He'd been stupid, and he knew it. The lass had expressed interest and he'd dodged away. He wanted her, and he was sure she knew it by the look in her eyes. Yet he still danced about her, danced about the truth. For some reason, this was one lass he was worried about entangling himself with. The possibility of them eventually parting ways bothered him, a fact he was loathe to admit even to himself. Yet still, Shane danced about the reality, refusing to give in.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 9:46 pm
Moira had gone back to her room and read the night of their last meeting, and hadn't batted an eye about Shane. An eye? No. Every thought until she was fast asleep, however, danced around him. And how he danced around her. That dreadful game of theirs was prolonging possible physical fun, and perhaps more. Moira didn't dwell on that thought too much, however. While having a true blue relationship would definitely be liked and appreciated, thinking about it often led Moira to thoughts of straying away for a while. Apprehensive about relationships, who'da thought.
Today found Moira not with a book in her hand, but instead, in gym clothes. She planned on going down to the Training Room and work out all her tensions that couldn't be whisked away with a hot (or ice cold) shower. Hair pulled back into a tight French braid, and wearing a pair of loose gray sweatpants and a tanktop, she was all set to go work out. The Italian devil went into the Training room, and stopped in the doorway when she saw the object of her tensions right there, pounding away on a punching bag.
Grinning a little, Moira waltzed over to Shane, and stopped behind him, a few feet away. "What'd that poor bag do t'you to get such a beatin'?" She asked dryly, crossing her arms and eying the view she was currently receiving, since Shane did have his back to her.
It was a very well appreciated preview.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 9:55 pm
In the midst of the sound of his fists pounding away at the bag before him, Shane thought he heard someone ask him a question. Almost convincing himself that he hadn't heard who he thought he had, before getting that itch between his shoulder blades that made him feel like he was being watched. Or examined. His eyes widened as he slowly caught the bag, schooling his look into one of pleasant bemusement as he turned to face the lass who'd come in on his workout.
A barely noticeable tinge of pink flushed across Shane's face - just a hint of it, as if it might have come from a hard workout, not from possible embarrassment. One hand rubbed the back of his neck as he gave a sheepish shrug. "Not a thing, lass." Patting the bag he shrugged, "Just needin' a good workout. Been a while since my last one." Glancing down at his taut, lean stomach as if there was a bulge somewhere that indicated he needed to work out more often. All right, he had to admit, perhaps he worked out plenty, but he couldn't exactly tell the lass that he was there working out his frustrations at himself that were caused by her. That'd be like throwing in the towel!
Cocking an eyebrow as a sly smile lit across his face, he tilted his head, "And just what are you doing down here?" Eyes flicking around at the equipment within the room, he turned back to the Italian with a devilish smile, "Not a place I'd imagine to run into a bookworm, after all."
Oh, sure, Shane. Just go on the defensive straight off, why don't you! That's a sure way to send a lass off.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 10:09 pm
Moira smirked a little, and eyed him now from the front, taking in everything just so she'd remember. In case this little game ended in a tie as well. Then she looked at him, and nodded a little, amused. "I see." She moved closer to him, putting her hands on her hips. "I thought I'd come down for a workout myself." She said nonchalantly, moving past him to one of the mats. "Even bookworms like myself need to keep in shape, don't they?" She looked back at him, grinning, and turned to face him.
Moira sat herself down on the mat, and made a pretty... well... Blatant stretch forward, glancing up once she was stretched forward as far as she could go. Then she reached over and grabbed one foot, pushing herself forward a little more. "So what've you been up to, other than... this." She nodded to the training room as a whole, moving to stretch the other way after a few seconds in that position. Then back again. "Write anything?" She leaned up after a minute, slow and easy, and pulled her legs in to watch him curiously.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 10:33 pm
Fidgeting slightly at the smirk displayed on Moira's face, Shane wondered just what she was thinking. Her stare made him feel as though he were going up for sale, an awkward feeling if there ever was one. His own eyes managed to make a short travel up and down Moira's length, nodding just a little as she mentioned that she needed to keep in shape. Though he didn't see how she needed to work out...in his eyes, she looked good. Smiling playfully, he teased, "Well, most bookworms tend to keep to themselves. You needn't be in shape to curl up in a room and read a book." Or write music, for that matter. But he needn't aid her side of the game. She was too good at this as it was.
Eyes widened ever so slightly as Moira began her languid stretch, Shane caught himself staring. So she was already back to the game, was she? There was only one reason to watch someone while stretching - and that was to see their reaction. Sighing just a little as he realized the game was on, and he was already losing, Shane took a seat on one of the mats. Not that he intended to stretch, but so that the lass needn't strain her neck to look at him. Or, that's what he'd offer as an excuse anyway, should she ask him.
Bright blue eyes glittered just a little darker as he watched her finish her stretch, not quite trusting himself to speak until she was done. Wouldn't do if his voice cracked or he stuttered. Clearing his throat as quietly as he could, he gave a lazy shrug, "A little diddy here and there, but nothing I'd let anyone listen to. How about yourself, lass?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 10:43 pm
Moira grinned when he came to sit down, and leaned forward, pulling her legs in for a butterfly sort of stretching. "Ohh, I haven't been up to anything. I finished that book, but that's it really." She mused, rolling her shoulders in an elaborate shrug. She reached up, and pulled her hair around her shoulder, playing with the braid while she watched him.
"Just ditties, huh?" She smirked a little, and shook her head. "At least you've got them." She grinned at him, amused. "I don't even have a hobby." Which wasn't entirely true, she did have a hobby. It just involved another person.
No, you nasties, it isn't that hobby. Sheesh.
Moira played with her braid idly, watching him, and then smirked. "So..." She began, dragging out the beginning of her sentence on purpose. "Run into any of the newer recruits since the little thing in the garden?" She asked, before moving herself so she was sitting sideways, and laying flat on her back. Talking and exercising could be done, oh yes.
She started to do a set of crunches, since she had to obviously make it believable that yes, she was there to work out. Besides... working out was physical. And if she couldn't have one slice of physical action, she'd get another in to substitute. For now, anyway.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 11:00 pm
A soft smile touched Shane's lips as he watched the girl fiddle with her hair. It was almost as if she wasn't even trying, yet he found himself falling even harder for her with almost every move she made. Shane found his shoulders raising in a small, defeated shrug, "Aye, just ditties." It was frustrating that even though his muse seemed to have returned to him partially, he still couldn't quite find an actual song in him. It was a depressing thought, really, for one who loved music as much as he did.
An eyebrow arched higher towards his hairline, as he cocked his head to one side, "I think reading counts as a hobby, lass, and I'm sure you've got a fair few more hobbies than that!"
Such as torturing unsuspecting men, I imagine.
Slightly distracted as she played with her braid once more, Shane concluded that it looked nice on her done up that way. Even if it was done for more practical purposes than not, it was still nice to see it up that way. A small shake of his head followed by, "Not really. Though I did run into Eponine once more in the garden. Have you run into any of them since, either?" At least this was a safe topic to discuss. No game could be included in talk of new recruits. Or at least, that's what Shane hoped.
Watching as the lass began her sets of crunches, Shane scooted himself just a little closer. As inconscipucously as he might. It wasn't as if he wanted to make a move on her, he just...liked being in a very close physical proximity with her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 11:36 pm
Moira blinked, and grinned, rolling her eyes. "I have no hobbies." She said dryly. "Reading doesn't count, everyone reads sometime or another." She smiled, and pulled herself upright, looking at him. "The hobbies I used to have don't really have much bearing here." She mused, actually tapping her bottom lip with her finger thoughtfully. Then she grinned, and shook her head. "A couple have some bearing here, buuut..." But but but.
She trailed off, not finishing her thought there. Let him ponder, bwahaa. Instead, she opted to do a few more crunches. Afterward, she sat up, and turned to face him, blinking. Had he moved closer when she wasn't paying attention? He must've, he was closer than before. Or perhaps she was just imagining what she wanted him to do. Nonetheless, she took in how close he was and decided it was a very comfortable place.
A lot less comfortable than being actually in his arms, but it'd do for now. Inevitably, Moira decided she'd just plop herself down in his arms. So what if he was a little sweaty from working out? Shane was Shane. Workout sweat or not.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 11:45 pm
Without even meaning to, Shane felt his head tilt in mild curioisity. What had her hobbies been? What were her hobbies? Now that she hinted at her past...he realized he really didn't have a clue about who Moira was. Aside from being an Italian devil. The thought left him feeling slightly sad, and frustrated with himself for not having asked yet. Frowning thoughtfully, he inquired, "So what are your hobbies, then, lass?"
His face paled just a shade as she blinked at him. Had she noticed that he'd moved closer? Breathing a sigh of relief as she seemed to not, as she didn't make a verbal note of it, he glanced around the gym noticing how completely alone they were. That would make twice he'd had the lass alone - and at this rate, it would make twice that they played a game with one another.
Scrubbing a hand through his sweaty hair, he sighed. He'd need a nice, long shower when he got back to his room. Glancing at Moira, he vaguely hoped it wouldn't wind up being a cold one - an icy shower after a long workout didn't sound appetizing. It'd likely tense up his already tense muscles. And a cold shower always wound up feeling the loneliest, as it was...
Down, Shane. Don't be thinkin' any of those thoughts now. You've just barely run into her again and you're already off on that?
Maybe it was a good thing Moira had come to work out, at the rate he was going. And, glancing back at he punching bag, it was likely time he got back to his own workout. He couldn't just get up and walk away, though, he cherished any time he could spend with the lass before him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 12:52 am
Moira arched an eyebrow slowly when he'd asked about her hobbies, and actually seemed to blank, trying to think of them. She couldn't really think of any hobbies off the bat, so she shrugged. "Anything that seems fun at the time. Except rock climbing." She just... couldn't see herself ever rock climbing. Ever. Heights? Ohhh no no no. This young lady liked her feet on the ground, if that's alright with you! "I don't really remember any exact hobbies..." That was a bold-faced lie, but could Shane really be sure she wasn't telling the truth?
Truth be told, she only remembered one, and it wasn't one she was going to share with the music man of L.O.T.U.S. She sang. Not very well, not well enough for attention, and usually only in the shower. However, that was a secret well kept from the Irishman until he was joining her in said shower.
Whoops! Bad thoughts.
Moira smiled at Shane, and shrugged. Then she got up, and held a hand out to pull Shane up to his feet.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 2:02 am
Sighing as the lass informed him she had no hobbies, Shane wondered if she planned on ever opening up to him. He didn't come off as untrustworthy, did he? Considering what he wanted to do, Shane thought he'd been acting more than gentlemanly enough. So what did he need to do, to get her to do more than just play this game? Would it really take losing?
Frowning up at the woman as she offered her hand to him, he sighed. Shane had a feeling that today, he was going to lose the game. One of them needed to take the lead, and if it wound up being him...well, then that was just fine. Accepting the proferred hand with his own heavily wrapped and sweaty one, Shane allowed the lass to assist him to his feet. Feeling only slightly bad about the fact that he was perspiring, and therefore likely not smelling his best...and had therefore just gotten her dirty.
In fact, now that he thought of it...with a devilish grin to match even the best of the ones Moira had flashed at him, Shane wrapped his arms around Moira, bringing her into a tight hug. Might as well share the rest of his work out glory with her while he was at it. If he'd made his mind up to lose, then he was going to go out with a bang!
...Or at least by acting like a fool.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 12:27 pm
Moira had been momentarily stunned when she saw the devilish grin on his face this time instead of feeling it on hers, and hadn't really registered the hug until it happened. And then she realized one of two things. One... she was being hugged by Shane. And it felt really nice, so she wasn't really put off by the hug. The second thing, however, made her laugh.
He was hugging her. And he was sweaty. Therefore... now she was a little sweaty herself. "Shane!" She didn't pull out of the hug to get away from it, however. On the contrary, instead she moved her arms up around his neck, hugging him in return. So what if he was sweaty? Pff. A little sweat never killed anyone.
She leaned back after a minute, grinning up at him. "That was a really mean thing to do. Now I smell sweaty." Nevermind she would be sweaty if she had, in fact, been working out. Ignore that little tidbit o' information. She smirked at him. "Very sneaky of you, too." It didn't sound like she was annoyed. In fact... it sounded like she was impressed.
Oh yes, Shane, that little move impressed Miss Moira. Maybe it wouldn't just be fun and games this time around.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 1:05 pm
Surprised when the lass didn't pull away from his sweaty and smelly hug, Shane cocked an eyebrow at her when she leaned away. He had to admit, he'd been expecting for her to whack him playfully, tease him, or just pull away in a huff, but that she returned the hug...startled him. Not that he'd let her see his surprise, or at least, not that he'd intentionally let her see it. Though he had an inkling it had shown on his face for a brief second, he wasn't sure the lass was that observant.
Shrugging his shoulders playfully while keeping his arms wrapped around her, he chuckled, "That you do, lass. Though had you kept on how you were, you'd have wound up just as bad as I am!" Grinning at the mention of his being sneaky, he couldn't help but have to ask with a raised eyebrow, "And how was that sneaky, lass? If I smell so much, you'd have smelled it comin' and had plenty of time to dodge me!" His hands moved a little off to the side, closer to her hips to gain a more comfortable position with her leaning away. A small smile touched his lips as he realized they were standing as if in the midst of an intimate dance, and, he reflected, in a way they were dancing. Albeit a dance of words, but a dance nonetheless.
Now if only the lass would just surrender so he wouldn't have to.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 1:20 pm
Moira grinned, and rolled her eyes. "There's a difference between your own sweat and someone else's sweat, Shane." She pointed out, resting her hands on Shane's shoulders comfortably. She hadn't noticed his surprise, distracted by what she was doing to pay that close attention to him. "And my nose isn't that good. I'm not a dog." She wiggled her nose at him, twitching it like a rabbit, and grinned. "I can only smell what's right in front of me." Moira gave a serious headbob of a nod, and then grinned.
"Dancing." She said suddenly, watching his eyes. "I remember that. I liked dancing." It was something, wasn't it? Moira smiled a little at him, and shrugged, then leaned back into him. Amazing how the girl could completely ignore sweat and dirt in favor of a warm embrace, wasn't it? She smiled a little, and closed her eyes, content like that. Weirdest possible place to be content in a hug, wasn't it.
"I know you write music." She muttered, not looking up again because she was comfortable. "Is there anything else?" She glanced up, smirking a little. "Any other hobbies you feel like sharing?" A nice, safe conversation. Of course, if you think about it, the two of them could probably turn next to anything into an innuendo.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 2:01 pm
Grinning playfully Shane found himself laughing, "True enough, lass." Shane wasn't even really sure if she was just playing with him anymore, or was genuinely enjoying how they were standing. He wasn't even sure if he he was playing. Another laugh rumbled out of his throat as the girl mentioned she wasn't a dog. "No, you aren't, that's for certain. Though, if you can smell only what's right in front of you, does standing like this bother you now?" While Shane didn't think he'd been working out long enough to smell terrible, he knew he didn't smell wonderful, either.
Raising an eyebrow as the lass suddenly threw dancing out there, he cocked his head to one side. It was almost as if she'd read his mind, and that was an eerie thought if he'd had one today. Smiling at her admission, he almost wanted to kiss her for telling him something about herself. Wrapping his arms tighter around her as she cuddled up against him, his smile softened. It felt nice, to be able to hold the lass as simply as this. No games, no teasing, just...being.
Frowning as he stared off into space, thinking about what else he liked to do, he settled for a small shrug. "Mmm...I like to cook, lass. I'll admit it, I'm a fan of the kitchen, though I prefer the results to the actual work!" It was true, eating the food he made was always more enjoyable than actually making it. And it was even better when shared with someone special.
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