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the gym ; tuesday afternoon

Second week in a row that Flick was making a visit to the gym. The reasons were twofold this week. He'd like feeling a little more in control of his body after the session last week. He'd started feeling lazy and doughy but a nice, intense workout had left him feeling like he wasn't getting weak and the next time his father showed his face, Flick was going to be physically ready.

Mentally was another story.

This week though, he had another reason. He had things on his mind, things he hadn't thought about in awhile and he needed to get them out of his head. Jude would have laughed and told him it was only human nature and Flick would have had to blush and be embarrassed to be even discussing the whole thing with his younger brother.

Beating a heavy bag senseless? Yeah, that sounded like a good way to release some energy. He'd work up a good sweat and hopefully wash himself of this feeling.

He was going gloves off today, giving his knuckles a beating already as he smacked the heavy bag. There were still images upon images in his head. Dammit. Those weren't going away easily.

Life wasn't fair.

[Open. Feel free to talk to Flick or use the gym for how you need it.]

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Sia was a big fan of working through things by, well, working through them, and she knew how things went when she tried to socialize like this. And naturally, someone had gotten here first.

"Think you'll be long?" she asked.

Flick spared her a cursory glance before going back to pounding (his brain needed to shut up) the heavy bag.

"Dunno," he said after a moment, wiping at his brow with his forearm. "Why? Want a turn?"

"That is why I asked," Sia said neutrally. Really, she was a little surprised there wasn't a line. "I'm not just here to watch."

"Ah, too bad. I'd watch you."

Flick winced at that line and shook his head. This stupid -- whatever this was seemed to be making him crazier than usual.

He stopped punching the bag for a second, holding it with both hands and breathing heavily. "You want a go against something that fights back?"

Hey, it was only nice to offer. Dangerous maybe but nice.

Okay, just stop with the heavy breathing. Just stop.

"You think that's such a good idea?" Which wasn't to say she wasn't up for it.

"My ideas are rarely good," he replied, getting his breathing a little more level. He glanced over at her and smirked because he could. "But, I tend to go through with them anyway."

He pushed the heavy bag. "And this thing's kinda boring. Why? You don't wanna? Angling for something a little more...lonely?"

"Who says I'm angling for anything?" Well, you could have said that less flirty, for one, Sia. "Okay, fine."

"Good."

That'd be a lot more fun than punching this damn bag and with someone else involved, he'd get to --

Flick tried to stop those thoughts immediately but they were still taunting him anyway. He licked his lips and laughed quietly.

"I haven't had a good fight in awhile," he added, pushing away from the bag and coming closer. "This'll be fun."

Or insane.

No. No lip licking. No heavy breathing and no lip licking.

"You may regret saying that," she warned, finding a good place to take a fighting position before starting with an easy punch toward the chest.

She could totally handle this.

And he could totally handle this too. Of course.

Flick had dropped into a stance of his own, recalled from military school so it was easy to see that punch coming and deflect it away with his forearm.

Of course, that meant touching her and yeah, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He was going with it.

After deflecting her punch, he swung towards her with one of his own, aimed lower towards her stomach.

Yeah, the touching made this a bad idea, and Sia tried to ignore that as she blocked, stepping closer to try hitting his ribs.

Flick was used to taking hits. He tended to use that as his strategy so he didn't make an attempt to block her blow to his ribs.

The punch stung briefly and Flick moved quickly, grabbing at her wrist and trying to yank her hard towards him in an attempt to knock her off balance.

Sia had not anticipated that, so now he had a Sia crashing into him. Look what you did, Flick.

It was a tactic that tended to work but in this situation, Flick wasn't sure if success was what he really wanted.

He caught her against him when she crashed into him, securing an arm around her waist so they didn't both topple over even if he did stumble backwards a few steps.

And he...probably should have let her go after catching her but he didn't do that. So, well, at least she hadn't fallen down!

Bright side!

Her hand had found his back to steady herself, way too aware of how close he was. "You should let me go," she said quietly. Since he was right there and all.

Yes, she was probably right and Flick meant to let her go, he really did. But being this close to someone during a time like this was messing up the signals from his brain to his mouth.

"You sure about that?"

Not what his logical mind wanted to say but his logical mind had been overruled.

"You should," Sia said after a ling pause, but she wasn't exactly letting him go either.

"I know I should."

And he could admit that but he was having some trouble with the actually doing it. He'd stopped breathing heavy but with a girl this close to him? Sorry Sia, he was going to wet his lips again. It was an involuntary reaction.

That was his story and he was sticking to it.

"You're not really pushing me away either." This went both ways.

And now it would be impossible not to focus on his mouth.

"That isn't the point," she said.

"And what is the point?"

The longer he kept a hold of her, the harder it was going to be to let her go. His mind was getting fuzzier and fuzzier and touching someone had not been a good idea but it had also been the best idea.

"Want me to let you go?"

"No," Sia said before she could stop herself. In her defense, it was really warm in here. "But you should."

She just didn't mind if he didn't.

"Maybe I don't want to let you go."

Honesty was the best policy. And this seemed to be what he wanted to do instead of fighting no matter what he said.

"I'd apologize but I'm...not really sorry."

"You should be," she decided, leaning in through absolutely no fault of her own.

"I don't tend to get apologetic," Flick told her, taking her moving closer as an invitation to move his fingers against her back gently. He wasn't sorry about that either.

"And you are not really protesting," he noted, taking his chance to lean a little closer to her. Not sorry about that either. "You feel pretty good."

Distracted by his fingers there, she just went right ahead with, "You talk too much," and leaned up to kiss him because all of this was a terrible idea.

Now that, she wasn't wrong about. He did talk too much so it was just so, so nice that she did something to shut him up.

And while he hadn't kissed anyone in awhile, he sure as hell still remembered how to do it so it was easy and natural to respond when she leaned up and kissed him.

It felt good. Really, really good.

Sia would be the first person to admit that this was stupid on her part, but it felt better doing this than it had not doing this, even if it didn't help even a little with that too- warm feeling.

Kind of the opposite, actually.

If it helped, she wasn't the only stupid person on the island. And while he definitely knew this wasn't the smartest thing he could have done, he also knew that he really didn't care right now.

His fingers got a little tangled up in her shirt and he stepped closer to her, seeking out more body heat since that was what he wanted right now. Body heat and touching and all that.

Sia was a little surprised no one had stopped yet, which freaked her out a little, no matter how good this was. And ignore her arm sliding around his neck to get closer.

At this point, Flick wasn't sure he could just go back to punching a bag. It'd be difficult so he was glad that no one had stopped.

He looped his other arm around her, touching her just as much as he possibly could. He wanted her to be closer to him. Just as close as she could be.

She made a little noise against his lips and found that she was having a really hard time keeping her hands still.

Which was when she decided she had to force herself to pull back, because... she just had to. It was bad enough that she'd done this much, and what was his name again? "We should stop."

"What?" Forgive Flick as it took him a moment to catch up to the fact that he wasn't kissing her anymore. "Why?"

Because of the name thing? He could solve that easy.

"You didn't like that?"

"I did. That's why we have to stop," Sia said, even if she was a little oit of breath. "My hormones are not in charge. No matter what they think right now."

Flick rubbed a hand over his face and let out a long breath.

"Okay, I respect that," he said, trying to calm himself down, "even if I really didn't want to stop. Like at all."

Just being honest.

That got her to blush. Or maybe flush. What mattered was blood was flowing in the right direction again, maybe, even if she didn't want to stop, either.

"I need to go," she said, taking a few big steps back towards the door.

"What's your name?" he asked, staying rooted to the spot since he wasn't going to run after her or be creepy or anything. Still, knowing her name would be nice.

"Sia," she said. "You?"

This was so sad.

"Flick."

He gave her a little smile.

"Hope to see you around sometime, Sia. You're a great kisser."

He wasn't sorry for that either.

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