The gym, after second period

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Stepping into the gym, Aeryn thinks it might have been a good idea to get down here more this week. She has enough faith in her own capabilities, but still, it never hurts to be prepared.

She pulls her gloves on, and starts hitting the punching bag. Too bad it can't fight back.

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"And you love me," he retorts, snickering. "Aeryn is cute, Aeryn is cute, Aeryn is cute! I think I'm gonna wear this class tomorrow."

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Aeryn folds her arms over her chest. "Are you done yet?"

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"Maybe," he says, still smiling. "Not taking off the shirt. In fact, I might go make a new one. 'Aeryn loves John, monkey or not.' How's that sound?"

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"You know, if you actually walked around wearing that shirt, no one would believe it," she tells him honestly. "I'd get sympathy."

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John leans against the punching bag again. "But you do love me right?"

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"I'll say no if you don't take that off," Aeryn threatens. "And burn it."

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"It's not coming off," he says, looking down at his shirt. "It's my shirt and I'm so not burning this masterpiece!"

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"Fine. I'll burn it for you," she says, and moves close enough to try and pull the shirt off herself.

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John half smiles and motions her over. "Bring it on, baby."

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Aeryn steps right up to him, taking the hem in her hands.

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John can't stop smiling. "Gonna make me half naked in a public place," he warns.

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"Strip triad," she reminds him, tugging the shirt up.

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John just puts his arms up so she can tug it off him.

"True. Happy now?"

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"Yes," she says. She holds up the shirt and smiles. "Mine now."

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John laughs. "S'okay. I made another."

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Aeryn hits in him the shoulder.

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John stumbles back and then falls dramatically to the ground.

"Ouch! You broke my shoulder!"

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"Oh, I did not," she says. And just to mess with him, she puts one foot on his stomach, not enough to hurt.

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John crosses his arms behind his head and looks up at her. "What, are you conquering me now? Aeryn Sun, Queen of Crichton World?"

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"I've conquered you already. Many, many, many times."

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That gets a laugh out of John. "Yes, yes you have. And I, in turn, have done the same. That's gonna be my next shirt. 'Aeryn Sun Conquered John Crichton Many, Many Times.' Soumd good?"

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She might press the front of her foot a little harder into his skin at the mention of another shirt. "I'm unconquerable," she tells him.

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John makes a quiet sound of discomfort but recovers quickly.

"You seemed pretty conquerable last night when I did that thing with my tongue..."

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She smiles, but she's not moving.

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John grins up at her.

"And the thing with the fingers? You seemed to like that too..."