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[If one were to pass by the gym and glance inside, they would find Vie. She's bouncing about on the matted floor, practicing fighting motions, flips, turns and going through the actions of general fighting. The girl is moving rather well, footsteps practically silent as she slowly bends to do a lazy handstand. The motion is held for a short moment and then, Vie shifts her weight to balance on her right hand while her left takes place behind her back.

Her expression is one of concentration and she appears, if anything, to be a little annoyed with herself. Setting her hand back to the floor, Vie rolls out of the handstand and moves to her feet. Hands on her hips, the girl breathes a heavy sigh and throws herself into an aerial cartwheel. When she lands again, she rolls her shoulders and tries the action again. It doesn't feel quite right. Vie's out of practise and she's determined to fix that.

With a sigh, she stops and drops to the ground, stretching her legs and muttering to herself in Kirovian. Finally, Vie picks up the comm.]

Illness is something I've not seen on this boat since I arrived here, and yet now with Redd's aid, a large sum of you are sick. If I can be of assistance, don't hesitate to ask. Otherwise, if anyone would like to spar, I'll be in the gym.

[The comm clicks off. Vie pushes herself to her feet and, after a heavy breath throws herself back into her training.]

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[And her examining of his parts puts a wide shit-eating smirk on his smug face. He tugs at a strap, rumbling a chuckle.]

I dunno, Vie, if you've already wasted the mat I just can't see how I'd pose any challenge.

[Sean drifts forward a little, making it look like an absent thing and not a keen space invasion.] Buuuut if ye'll have me...

[She lets him approach, still smiling and when he's close enough, steadily reaches to lightly trace her fingers on his wrists. Closeness with this man is no issue to her. Looking up at Sean, Vie arches an eyebrow and offers a smirk of her own.]

Oh I don't know. If you're too intimidated by my obvious skill, I can always find someone else to scrap with.

[That said, she pulls away and takes a smooth step back, intent on putting that bit of distance between them again.]

Now that's just bein' coy.

[He stays put like a good boy. He does make a point of brushing some of her stray hairs back, before she backs off.]

Bestow upon me th'honor of a tussle?

[Vie grins, nods and stretches her arms above her head. A moment later she lets them drop and lowers her stance a fraction.]

Ready when you are.

Fuck yeah.

[And that's all he needs to say regarding the matter. Sean takes the hunched stance he had during Fight Club, though he wouldn't be fighting to dominate her like he had Herz Hessian. The man shadows her, approaching in a tight circle.]

[Vie can't help but admire the man more. His stance and fighting skill is a large part of what drew her attention in the first place and seeing it now from this perspective is one she rather enjoys.

She lets him approach to a set distance and then moves with him. Sure, she's letting him control the direction and general pace, but Vie keeps that distance at one she chooses. Smirk pulling at her lips, she speaks.]

Are we dancing, Sean?

[It's a joke and a hopeful distraction. A moment later Vie is swinging a quick punch for his side. The attack isn't really intended to hurt, assuming it hits at all, rather just get some kind of action happening.]

Nahh, that's for--

[He can tell she held back a little on that swing. Sean lets his right arm take the brunt of it, teeth flashing as if she'd told him a joke.]

--later.

[His weight shifts to his other foot, and the leg in front scissors out.]

[She dodges it easy and moves to grab his ankle. If successful, Vie will pause a half second to return his grin and then attempt to lift his leg higher than necessary and push him onto his back.]

You seem so sure of that.

[He'd never intended to connect on that strike. He fakes a surprised gasp when she takes the bait and brings the 'fight' to the mat-- literally. They get downthere.]

Agh!

[Sean flails ala fish out of water. He's so open to attack, Vie, why don't you take the window~?]

[Sorry Sean, she knows exactly what you're up to and she's not about to let you win that easy. Much as she aids him in falling to the ground, Vie keeps her footing and gives the best disapproving look she can manage. It's not as menacing as she would like, given that she's trying so hard not to smile.]

You mock me.

[He lets his arms flop like dead weight and snickers.]

Caught red-handed. Humor me?

[Hay Vie hay. Ever had an Ivers boy turn those baby blue kicked-puppy headlights on you twice? You have now.]

[Vie laughs and kicks at his ankle. It's just a playful tap. She catches his eyes for a moment and turns her head to the side.]

That's cheating and you know it. Get up.

[Still not looking at him, Vie offers a hand to help him stand.]

If that's how ya wanna...

[Dutifully taking her hand, he ruins the moment by gripping it tightly and pulling her toward him. If she lets herself fall, Sean makes an excellent landing pad.

Somewhere in his mind Sean idly hopes that she won't dig her elbow in first.]

[And fall she does. Trained to fall as she is, Vie manages to land on him without jabbing him or causing him any pain. She laughs, quite content to be in such proximity before shifting to sit up, one leg on either side of his hips.]

Maybe it's exactly how I wanna...

[Oh, he's liking this.

He lets go once she's settled. His hands relocate to her waist, running along the valleys from her sides to the curve of her hips and relishing the privilege. A woman's body is a temple, and Sean is always willing to worship.]

Just grand.

[Oh hey, so is she.

Vie lets his hands wander and won't make any effort to stop him provided he doesn't try for too much. They are after all, in a very public place. Fingers tracing lightly up his ribs and sprawling across his chest, Vie leans to damn near lie on him.]

You know this counts as a win for me, right?

[Is 'accidentally' brushing the underside of her breasts count as 'too much'? If that's the case, he's found safer territory in the meantime after that... ahem, accident.]

Does it? I thought it more of a draw, meself.

[Vie allows the contact, however borderline it may be and it would be a lie to say that she didn't enjoy it. She props her elbows on the mat on either side of his head, bringing her face much, much closer to his. Stopping just short of contact, she pauses to smirk.]

You're on your back, I'm on top. Clearly I win this round.

[And however much she wants to kiss him, Vie manages to hold off. Steadily, she straightens, sitting up proper again and letting her hands roam.]

But we got what we wanted, aye? Nobody's loss.

[TOUCH~A TOUCH~A TOUCH~A MEEEEEEEE~!

Sean is happy to let her keep doing what she's doing, if she lets him slip his hands underneath the back of her shirt and dance upward along her spine.]

[Vie smiles and bites her lip, habitually glancing to the door to check for anyone that might be walking in. She reaches back as she does so to take his hands and slowly redirect them back out of her shirt.]

Not here.

[It's not a no, just another location change request. Realizing how bad the way she's sitting would look, Vie shifts to move off him and sit beside. Hell man, she's a pretty easy target when her balance is off like that. Take advantage?]

[Hey, he's a patient man when he wants to be. And he looks nothing but agreeable as he sits up when she moves.]

Be that as it may...

[Sneak attack! He lunges to pin Vie, cupping behind her head to soften the fall-- coincidentally, he's kissing her before their limbs can settle. Don't worry. Sean is keeping the majority of his weight off of her.]

[There's a whole half second pause as she catches on to what he's doing and then Vie's wrapping her arms around his neck and returning the kiss in full. Somewhere at the back of her mind, she still hoping that no one comes waltzing in, but Sean currently has her rather distracted.

She breaks the kiss long enough to smile and mutter in Kirovian.]

Koto mar.

[And then she's right back into it, only too happy to respond to such an invitation.]

_{((trans: curse you.))}

[Anybody could walk in and Sean couldn't care less if they get a free show, but if Vie cares, he'll make a small effort to be appropriate. As nobody else is currently inside the gymnasium, he's going for it. Enthusiastically.

He has to breathe sometime, so he backs off just a little, but nips her lower lip a second later.] What's that, beautiful?

[It's mostly the fact that she knows children on board that has her playing it careful. Well, that and were this back home, Tarquin or Shad would have flipped out if they caught her. Vie responds as much as he gives and when he breaks away to voice his question, she can't not smile.]

Koto mar.

[She places a light kiss on his lips.]

Curse you.

Ooh, dirty. Gonna be callin' me names next, eh?

[Sean adjusts his placement. Don't mind the thumb stroking the vulnerable skin under your jaw, Vie. He likes it when pretty women curse him in play, if she didn't already realize.]

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