The Gym: Afternoon

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

After Etiquette and his... incident with Katchoo the day before, Worf had more than enough sexual frustration aggression to fuel his work out today.

Which might explain why the poor punching bag looked like it was about to fly off and explode into a wall.

[Worf is here for one person in particular but the rest of the gym is open for those who need it.]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack was in an absolutely lovely mood after his afternoon with Rose the day before. Little birds chirping around his head, aggressively pleasant smile on his face, the whole deal -- especially when he remembered he had plans with Tony for later, too.

He was using his energy to explore the school grounds, and found his way to the gymnasium, where he stretched out -- he was in street clothes, but modern street clothes were more comfortable than what he would have worn to exercise in at home anyhow -- and watched the .... individual attack the punching bag.

"Are you trying to kill that poor thing?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"It is not alive," Worf grunted as he continued to beat the hell out of the bag. "Therefore it is impossible to kill."

[bitten_notshy]

"Ah." Jack said, the kind of ah that bore with it the weight of deciding the other individual was rather annoyingly literal and should be teased. "So if it was alive, would you want it to die at your hands -- fists, rather?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Only if it could fight back," Worf growled.

[bitten_notshy]

"It's good to know you have standards," Jack decided, making sure he was well out of punching distance first. "So why are you hitting it, then?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Exercise," Worf said curtly.

Because there was no way in Gre'Thor he'd admit to the real reason.

[bitten_notshy]

"Then I'll leave you to it," Jack decided, perhaps once expressing enough sense not to poke a wounded bear. "I haven't been to the gymnasium before. It's nice."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf stopped punching the bag to turn to look at Jack for the first time. "You do not believe in physical fitness in your world?" he asked.

[bitten_notshy]

If Jack hadn't been caught on dear God what is wrong with his forehead, he would have treated that as an opportunity to flirt a bit by asking if he looked out of shape.

However. Forehead.

"Yes," he said. "We believe in it. I just hadn't been to the gym yet."

With you and your forehead.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

It didn't take much to make Worf realize what Jack was staring at. He'd been dealing with that most of his life.

"I am Klingon," he grunted. "From another planet."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack flushed to be caught staring, lowering his eyes to his shoes. "I -- I hadn't seen you properly," he said, more than a little apologetic. "I'm sorry. What planet are the Klingon from?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Q'onos," Worf replied wiping the sweat from his brow and then moving to take off his shirt. 'It is a planet many light years from this one."

[bitten_notshy]

His stomach was very nice, at least. Jack would look at that instead, though he was done with his staring. "I'm from this planet and before space travel is even thought of," he explained.

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Class had been fun, yesterday afternoon had been a lot of fun, but somehow Rose had still had too much pent up energy and restlessness. She went up to her room to change into tighter workout clothes than she'd usually wear (which was saying something) and headed back down to the gym.

She knew Worf was in good shape, but she couldn't help staring at him shirtless. Mmm, muscles and sweaty skin, and...she stared for long enough that she rather flailingly went to tie her hair up, hoping that Worf was too busy killing the punching bag to notice.

"Having fun?" she asked, moving closer to get a better view so she didn't have to yell.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"No," he said sharply as he turned away from the punching bag and stopped short at the sight of Rose in...

He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts.

"No," he said a bit more softer now, but still gruff. "In fact the last two days have been rather... frustrating."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Not enough action?" she asked, smirking and totally meaning fighting rly.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"There is that aspect to it," Worf admitted wiping sweat from his brow. "As well as some... personal issues."

Not that he would admit to anything that happened with Katchoo yesterday.

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Anything I can help with?" Rose said.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf eyed... well a good deal of Rose actually.

"Perhaps you would like to workout?" Worf offered and then added "Sparring" very quickly.

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Rose never minded being checked out, and today, she was enjoying it more than most. "Totally," she said before he even added his addendum.

She raised an eyebrow, enjoying the look of him shirtless again, and stepped backwards towards the mats. "C'mon. Let's go."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"I trust there are no lingering injuries from our last match?" Worf asked checking out Rose's body... for injuries.

Really.

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Good as new," Rose said with a grin. She let herself appreciate those shoulders again. "What about you? I wouldn't want to hurt you now..."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Fine," Worf said shortly trying to keep himself from being distracted and went into his fighting stance. "Shall we?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Yes," she replied quickly, not quite letting herself think about all the other things that could be done.

And then she closed the distance, throwing a quick jab-cross combination at his chest. Mmm, chest.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf wasn't sure why the punches connected. He should have been able to at least block one of them. Must have been distracted by... legs. Snapping out of it Worf did a leg sweep hoping to take Rose off balance.