fandomhighdorms | camp gym ;; early thursday evening.

Peter had been putting it off, but he knew he had to work out some today or he'd be that much more sore tomorrow. He nodded to the other boy in the gym, grabbed a practice sword, and started the stretching routine that preceded every sword drill.

He knew this was the kid that Paige liked but he wasn't going to say anything; he had to get all muscly for Tempe afterall. Since, you never know when she'll fall asleep like that again.

Sawyer picks up a barbell with 50 lb. weights on each side. That's it, feel the burn.

Peter was perfectly content not speaking to the boy who'd been rather rude the other day.

Finishing his stretching, he moved into his drills with the practice sword, working from easiest to more and more difficult as always.

Pip waved to Peter as he came in and started stretching. "So, what did you think of the workshop this morning?"

Peter bowed to Pip in response to his wave. "Good evening. It was interesting? Not precisely what I expected but interesting. What about you?"

"Different from the last class I had with the instructor. She taught Tactics of War during the second half of the fall semester. Really interesting stuff."

"Pretty much everyone seems to agree on that point," Peter said. "Maybe the first class was just to meet all of us and see how we think?"

Pip nodded. "A bit like the first Karate class. Find out what we already know, who the natural leaders are, stuff like that."

Peter laughed. "Indeed. That sounds about right. Same thing that happened in the common rooms every night the first week. Just on a more structured level."

"Yep. Although I still haven't met all the new people. Like that guy in our group... what's his name... Dean?"

"Yes, Dean. The one that looks like Alec. I don't think I've met all the new people either. Or all the returning students. I suppose we're just lucky we've not come under attack yet."

"Well, if my time here has been any indication, that's only a matter of time," Pip said.

Tempe watched Sawyer work out, her notebook and pen in hand, and was more confused than ever about her feelings.

A nagging voice in her head kept saying, Stick to professionalism, Tempe. Nothing can go wrong if you just stick to professionalism. Things go wrong when you stray from what you know best.

Unfortunately, the part of Tempe that was inherently teenage didn't think much of the professionalism idea. She wanted to just go for it. He dedicated a song to me!

But how to put yourself on the line emotionally, when you've been drawn through a knothole backwards so many times in life...

She was scared shitless.

She was watching him, which made him shake a tad because he could do something stupid like..drop the barbell on his foot or something. He lifted up one with 50 lb. weights on each end, and pumped his arms until they were red with pain.

After a while of just lifting weights, he took a towel and wiped off all the sweat on his forehead and arms and walked over to her, "Hey..darlin'." Hoping she didn't catch him on the air dedicating a sappy song to her. Oh God.

The shade of red his arms had turned didn't look too good. She fervently hoped he wasn't overdoing it.

She smiled, just a little. "Hey, Sawyer."

What to say, what to say...

"I heard that song earlier. I really liked it." That seemed safe enough.

He chuckled and put his hand over his eyes, "Oh boy. I was hoping you didn't hear that.." But really, he did hope she did, deep inside. His arms throbbed, the burn was welcomed and the aching muscles appreciated. Ever heard of: 'No Pain. No Gain'?

"I, um, thought it was really sweet," Tempe said nervously. She wasn't usually this nervous. Usually, she just said things straight out, with no problem. No need to censor what someone obviously needed to hear.

"You're looking good."

Tempe facepalmed. Being blunt sometimes had its disadvantages. What was she thinking? And to go from nervous to that in 30 seconds? Had she been taken over by some sort of evil, brain-sucking sock puppet?

And he blushed, redder than his throbbing arms were; he couldn't contain it, he just felt his whole body flush a bright pink at what she just said. He wasn't used to this kind of..fluttery feeling in his stomach or the lightheadedness that came to him when she was around.

He shifted his feet nervously, "You're lookin' quite beautiful yerself, sweetheart." His voice low and shaky. She made him feel like a big goof.

Tempe's face was that brilliant shade of red as well. Maybe they could just pass it off to passersby as a sudden breakdown in the air conditioning. Or a drop in atmospheric pressure. Or something.

Her mind was going a mile a minute.

"Thanks," she said, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides, to try to contain some of the nervous energy.

He clears his throat and looks around the gym, "Want..to..go fer a walk?" Arching a brow, really wanting an excuse to be alone with her.

"A walk sounds nice," Tempe answered, still standing awkwardly at Sawyer's side.

Sawyer drops his bag and towel to the ground behind the door of the gym and then wraps his arm around her waist, leading her away to the gym and to the small forest behind the cabins.

"So. Did you sleep okay last night?"

Tempe leaned into him as they walked.

"It wasn't my bed."

A tense pause, and then, "Well, of course it wasn't my bed. How did I get there, anyway?"

She was curious. Had he carried her?

"You know..Just..picked you up and carried you to my bed." He pauses for a long while, nipping on his bottom lip, "That's okay. Right?"

"You carried me? To your bed?" Tempe asked incredulously. Her mind was trying to process this information.

"It's okay, but, why?"

Sawyer shrugged, "Er. Don't really know. Just the first thing that came to mind." He feels like an idiot. Should've taken her home.. He thinks beratingly.

"I had a really nice night's sleep," Tempe said. "I think your bed might be more comfortable than mine."

"I can't say the same about me on the floor..but I'm glad you slept well." He smirks. "You're more than welcome in it anytime you want. I'll make sure my floorbed is a lot more comfortable next time."

"We could just sleep together," Tempe suggested rationally.

A pause, then, "Um, not in the dirty sense, of course."

He nearly choked on the saliva in his own mouth, "What? Really?" Bright blue eyes wide. Well, that was a first. "I'd..like that.." His smile growing as he moves a stranded piece of her hair behind her ear.

In her mind, it was all completely logical. She had slept well, he'd been uncomfortable on the floor. Why shouldn't they solve the problem by both sleeping in the bed? They could control themselves.

"Yeah," she answered. "But we I should probably return to my own cabin at least two days a week, so nobody misses me." Because of *course* they'd miss you, Tempe. *snort*

"You mean I can't keep you all to myself?" He gives her a small pout, resting both his hands on her hips. He was really enjoying her company, it made him feel all...floaty.

Tempe smirked. "I'm not a possession, Sawyer." And she meant it, too. However, the hands on her hips were becoming a distraction.

Danger, Temperance Brennan, Danger! Remove yourself from this situation.

Pulling reluctantly away from his ~~distractions~~ hands, she put her own arm around his waist, and they kept walking.

Sawyer sounds bashful, "I know..Wasn't sayin' you were." His arm around her waist too. If she can't feel his heart beating out of his chest, then she must not be paying attention.

Oh, she was paying attention alright. The sound of Sawyer's heart soothed her, thumping in time with her own.

"I know," Tempe said quietly.

"Is it time for bed yet?"

He glanced up at the darkening sky and with an eager nod, agreed with her, "Yeah. Definitly bed time.." Turning in the direction of the main campfire, so she could grab some things to wear maybe...

"Um, I'm just gonna go and grab some clothes from my cabin. Pyjamas and such." And maybe take amount to catch my breath before my heart leaps right out of my chest.

"Do you wanna come with, or should I meet you in Aye Aye?"

"I'll wait out on the steps here." He plops himself down on the lowest step and waits for her, while he waits he grabs a quick smoke and snubs it before she comes back.

What? He can kick lying but not his smoking. ~~It's totally canon.~~

Tempe walked inside Pangolin B, packed some clothes into a tote bag, grabbed her toiletry bag, and walked back outside to meet Sawyer.

Together, they walked toward Aye Aye... (http://fatalvoyage.livejournal.com/3983.html)

Pip figured he should work out at least once a day. So he showed up, tossed his bag to the side, and started stretching.

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