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Post by elena on Oct 17, 2008 15:50:12 GMT -5
The gym was dark when Elena entered but the problem was quickly remedied with the flick of a switch. The lights flashed to life illuminating the Gymnastics portion of the gym. It was odd that no one was here, but then again, Elena really wasn’t supposed to be here for another two weeks. Her shoes made no noise on the carpeted floor as she made her way over to the section of the gym that was for beginners. If she was unable to use her right foot for the next two weeks then she wouldn’t. But the doctors never said anything about avoiding the uneven bars that hung over the foam pits.
Dropping her gym bag onto the floor, Elena shed her jacket and made quick work of taking off her white and pink Nikes. Soon to follow were her bracelets, necklace, earrings, and her ring. When all excess clothing items were removed, Elena reached into her black and pink bag to pull out a roll of medical tape. Carefully, she began to tape her ankle so that it would be secure during her work out. Tight but not too tight, Elena was satisfied with how good she was getting. Maybe if she couldn’t go anywhere in sports she would become a doctor. Pulling her hair back into a quick and simple ponytail, Elena was ready for her warm up.
Straddles and gentle stretching were what her coach back in Texas had always preached to her when she was in practice and his gruff voice had bore that practice into her head. Being gentle on her muscles, Elena made sure that they were all limber before she decided she was ready for the bars. It had only been a week since she had hurt her ankle, but already Elena felt like her muscle tone was dropping. She hadn’t skipped practice this long since her knee surgery two years ago!
Using the bench to help her stand, Elena walked over to the bars. Walking over to the stereo in the corner, Elena turned on the cd player. Immediately Nickelback's 'Animals' blared from the speakers. Putting the song on repeat, Elena was ready. Since her usual running front flip mount was out of the question, Elena simply walked up to the bar and began to swing. It was awkward starting off this way since she had been used to using the jump board for so long. Maybe it would be good for her to work on other ways to start on the uneven bars. Getting good rotation, Elena transitioned to the taller bar. Doing a few back giants, Elena made sure her arms were warmed up before she did her favorite move, the geinger.
Through it all, Elena never realized or even fathomed that anyone could walk in at any given time. No, she was too focused on indulging in what she had been denied for the past week. |
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Post by Johnathon Bill Ryan on Oct 17, 2008 22:41:51 GMT -5
[[You Can Look, But You Can't...]]
((Well, Yeah, Go Ahead And Touch))
John walked down the hallway, rather absently since he didn't have work, and his muse for music was slowly building, but it wasn't quite strong enough that he felt like going home and recording. Sighing, he twirled his keychain around his finger, absently bobbing his head to the faint blare of music, not realizing at first that he was doing so. He almost immediately recognized the song and grinned, deciding he had a chance for social interaction. And when he was bored, that was a great thing.
He followed the sound of the music to the gym, pushing open the door quietly and slipping through the small opening into the gym, not wanting to disturb whoever was in there. He smiled when he recognized the person; Elena. And she was looking great, in her little outfit flipping across and to and from two gymnastic bar things. He had no idea what they were called. After the song ended, he hit pause, immediately lapsing into light applause for her sake.
"Way to go, Elena," he called out, a grin on his face. He held out his arms then, adding, "Why don't you flip your toned ass down here and give me a hug." He laughed, obviously joking around, but as flirty as usual. "I'm in need of attention. Tend to my needs, pretty please."
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Post by elena on Oct 17, 2008 23:00:29 GMT -5
She was in her element, in the zone! Spinning, pirouette-ing, geingers it all came back as if she hadn't been out of action at all. So needless to say that when the music stopped and a round of applause followed, Elena was startled. She had been in the middle of a transition between the bars when the clapping had alerted her attention to the other person in the room. Hands just barely missing the bar, Elena fell down into the foam pit. The little blue squares were squishy and actually pretty comfortable. If Elena didn't have a guys ass to playfully kick, she might have taken a nap.
"John!" She yelled, fighting the smirk off of her face. "I'll give you a hug!" She pulled him into a headlock, tousling his hair a bit before letting him go and pushing on his arm. "Before I forget, thank you for the compliment. my ass is rather spectacular isn't it? To bad I can't say the same for yours." She bit her lip trying to hold back the laughter, her hands going to rest on her hips.
"Tend to your needs? What's in it for me?" She arched an eyebrow, mirth sparkling in her eyes. |
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Post by Johnathon Bill Ryan on Oct 18, 2008 13:48:20 GMT -5
[[You Can Look, But You Can't...]]
((Well, Yeah, Go Ahead And Touch))
As he stood there more than a bit dickily, he was given the pleasure and extreme surprise of startling Elena so much that she actually fell off the bars. Lunging forward a bit out of surprise, his mouth hung open, and he found himself praying that she didn't hurt herself. But everything seemed quite all right, for one moment later she had bounded up and hooked him into a headlock, which was quite awkward for him, being so tall and all. But, he put up with it, bending his knees so it wasn't quite so hard. Though she messed with his hair, he didn't bother trying to fix it when he stood up; he pretty much just kept it messy.
"As for the compliment, no problem," he said, a mischevious grin on his face. "Hey, my thing is my hips... And my hair, I guess." He laughed, then pulled her into a hug, squeezing tightly before pulling away and quickly smacking her ass, dancing away immediately, laughing.
"Oh, well, you know... Tending to my needs always has its ups, if they are so accepted," he said, playfully hinting at innuendo.
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Post by elena on Oct 18, 2008 22:04:40 GMT -5
"You didn't fix your hair. Are you feeling okay?" Elena asked when he didn't correct the slight mess she had made of his dark locks. On most boys, long hair looked a bit tacky but on John it just kinda fit. His hair was one of his pride and joys. His hair and his hips.
"You think your hips are great, have you seen Stewart Townsend's hips in Queen of the damned? Now he has some damn fine hips! I could look at those all day." And it was true. Elena had bought the DVD specifically for the spectacular view of Stewart's hips.
When John pulled her in for a tight hug, Elena squeezed back with all of her strength. If there was one thing in the world Elena loved, it was hugs. Hugs and making out with hot guys. So naturally it had startled Elena when he had slapped her ass immediately after hugging her. She should have known better than to let her guard down when her pervy little friend was around.
"I would smack you back, but I think you wouldenjoy it." Elena winked as she watched her friend dance away. For a guy he was oddly graceful. With the right training he would make a good gymnast. To bad he was more of the musician type.
She listened whole heartedly as he spoke of how in fulfilling his needs he would give ample repayment. Leave it to John to turn simple sentences into sexual innuendos. "Tell me these needs and we'll see if I'll help you depending on what they are. Sound fair?" She moved to stand closer to him once more, ready to play a game of let's make a deal. |
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Post by Johnathon Bill Ryan on Oct 18, 2008 22:37:42 GMT -5
"Well fine, I'll fix my hair," he said indignantly, shaking it out quickly. "There. Happy?" He laughed, adding, "Hun, my hips beat whoever the hell Stewert fuckface's look like. By a lot." He laughed, still keeping her distance, though he did pause to shrug and agree with her. "Yeah, I probably would enjoy it, because I'm just a little perverted son of a bitch like that, aren't I?" He laughed.
When she squared herself in front of him, he found it impossible to keep the smirk off of his face. "Well, it depends on which needs you'll fullfill," he said, intentionally being a smart-ass. "I need fullfillment for my musical muse, I have needs as far as socializing, hormones..." of course, he threw that in. "I doubt you can help with the muse, unless you've got some amazing feat or speach about Corperate America or something that you'd like to go on, upon which I would engage in a very interesting psychological conversation... I'm rambling, aren't I?" He laughed. "So...." |
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Post by elena on Oct 19, 2008 14:13:30 GMT -5
It was fun watching John as he bragged up his hips. "Sure sugar, keep telling yourself that." Elena giggled all the while watching out for any form of retribution John might take. "Yes you are a perv. But so am I. That's why we're such great friends." She slung her arm over his shoulder and gave him a light squeeze.
Corporate America? Elena had to blink. Corporate America? "How the hell am I supposed to know about Corporate America? I'm a jock remember!" She playfully rolled her eyes. Sometimes it could be fun playing the dumb jock card.
"And if you want socialization, we can talk I suppose. But I'd rather make you scream." Elena's shoulder brushed his as she walked over to the uneven bars, sending a wink over her shoulder as she grabbed on to the lower bar and swung herself up into a handstand.
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Post by Johnathon Bill Ryan on Oct 19, 2008 14:23:47 GMT -5
"You're just jealous of them," he said, lifting his shirt to do more than show off his hips. "You know you want them."
"Ahh, friends," he said, pretending to be dissapointed as he let his head kind of droop towards her as she slung her arm over his shoulder. "Hey, jocks could be smart," he called after her. "So I take that that's a no?" He laughed, straightening when she removed his arm, but at the 'I'd rather make you scream,' comment, his mouth gaped open. Thankfully he regained his composure before she turned back, another mischevious smirk in place of the gawk. He sure as hell hadn't been expecting that.
He walked up to the bars, looking up at her and resting one hand easily on the bars, giving her the same little dicky mischevious grin. "Well, little Miss Show Off," he said jokingly, though he had a bit of a glint in his eye. "I was about to head home. You want to come hang out?" Yeah, it was pretty obvious what he was getting at. |
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Post by elena on Oct 19, 2008 14:42:10 GMT -5
"Yes I am jealous of your hotter than the sun hips." Elena rolled her eyes at him from her handstand on the bar. "You know me so well. I want your body so bad it's driving me crazy." Her monotone gave away her sarcasm but her smile revealed a hint of the truth. She wouldn't mind getting her hands on his hips. They were lovely hips. Doing a pirouette into a back giant, Elena once more stopped in the hand stand position. Handstands were a major part of gymnastics so it was important that she not let that particular skill get rusty.
Elena rolled her eyes and did a flyaway dismount into the foam pit. She could make what he had just said into a perverse innuendo but it was too easy. ‘Yes I’d like to come.’ She wanted to say but stopped herself. “Why do I get the feeling that hanging out at your place would be nothing short of X rated?” She raised a delicate eyebrow, her own mischievous smirk on her face.
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Post by Johnathon Bill Ryan on Oct 19, 2008 15:06:15 GMT -5
"Ahh, so you get the point of how hot they are," he said with a chuckle, leaning his back, near the right, on the bar so he could lean his head back and look at her upside down. "Waitwaitwaitwaitwait," he said, twirling around so he was facing her and leaning his shoulder against the bar again. He crossed his arms, looking indignant. "You dropped the fucking hint. You're saying no? I mean, if you don't want to... But if you do..." He leaned his head to either side for both of the choices, then looked over at her in a way that made it seem like he was looking up so his eyes were a little bigger. "Come on..."
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Post by elena on Oct 19, 2008 15:21:27 GMT -5
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Yes she had dropped the hint. "It wasn't like I was saying no. I was simply making sure we were on the same page." She stood up to face him, arms folded across her chest. "From the sound of it you only want me for sex." She frowned before walking over to the bench where she had left her stuff. Carefully she pulled the tape from her injured ankle and threw the trash away. Forgetting about putting on the rest of her jewelry, Elena slid on her shoes and socks, everything else getting dumped willy-nilly into the large gym bag.
"So what is it? I'm not looking for forever, I just want a good time with a good friend. But if all I am going to be is a quick fuck, you can forget it." She awaited his answer, her gym bag slung over her shoulder. She wouldn't be reduced to a whore who spread her legs for any man. Was it too much to ask for a friend with benefits?
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Post by Johnathon Bill Ryan on Oct 19, 2008 15:29:05 GMT -5
His mouth gaped open. "Nononononono! I was kidding!" He ran forward and leaned down, wrapping his arms around her. "Seriously, if all I was looking for was a quick fuck, why would I have been hanging out for all this time? Seriously?" He pulled back, holding her shoulders and looking at her desperately, talking slowly. "I... Was... Kidding. I promise. If you think that's all I want, we don't have to do this. Honestly. I was just surprised, then you're like, 'nooo', so I was like, 'wait, what? Okay, blow it off' and stuff. Please don't be mad!" He gave her a little pouty look, feeling absolutely horrible. "It's your choice, hun, I'm sorrrrrryyyyy..." He hugged her again, tightly. "Seriously, that's not cool. I like, never do that. Well, once in a while I have, but only with people I've never hung out with. But I'm eighteen, come on." He chuckled a bit nervously, straightening up again. "Soooooo....?" he asked slowly, not wanting to come on to strong again. |
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Post by elena on Oct 19, 2008 15:59:47 GMT -5
Well this was new. She had reduced a man to begging before but the pout was completely new. And, if she were honest with herself, it was adorable. "I'm sorry." Elena whispered when he hugged her. It was typical of her to over react. "I'm sorry. It's just the last guy I was with treated me like an on call whore. All he wanted was a trophy to show around and a quick lay at night. I won't do that again." Elena quickly wiped away the solitary tear that fell down her cheek before John could see.
"So. How about we forget this little scene just happened." Elena shrugged and stood up. "I'll drive." She plucked the keys from him and skipped away, just out of his reach. He didn't need to know that she only had her permit. He said it himself, he was eighteen and if he had a car it was safe to assume he was a licensed driver. Then again, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to practice with a horny teen-aged boy. 'I have a feeling a few speed limits will be broken.' Elena thought to herself with a smirk.
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Post by Johnathon Bill Ryan on Oct 19, 2008 16:19:44 GMT -5
"Aww, I'm sorry," he said when she explained why she acted like that. "Seriously, that sucks. I can't believe... Wow. Way to be an ass," he said with a sigh, drawing back. He smiled when she mentioned the whole scene, spreading out his fingers and holding his hands palms-out, one thumb tucked in to hold the keys. "Bam, it's been forgotten," he said with a grin, mouth opening again when she took his keys.
"Hey, now," he said with a laugh, chasing after her. "Just don't, like, kill my car. Or us."
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