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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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[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.]

[Vie grins and tilts her head a bit to give him better access.]

I could say whatever I please and you wouldn't know the difference.

[Her fingers trace along his shoulders and a hand moves to thread through his hair. Vie's next words earn that slightly lower, playful tone. One could almost say seductive.]

Mar n'rak.

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

[Yep.

Sean definitely likes that.

His thumb disappears, replaced by a hot mouth at her throat.]

Mmmmhmm.

[She might have been about to speak again when suddenly his mouth is on her neck. Vie arches her back, grip on his shoulders tightening ever so slightly. A small sound escapes her lips before she can catch it.]

That is...

[The sentence isn't one she can think enough to finish just yet.]

[He especially likes how responsive she is. That, Vie? That would be a hint of teeth, the gentlest of compressions, and he lets her go.

Her neck, anyway. Sean's mouth slides gradually up to below her ear and the calloused pads of his fingers find her hips. He'll need to be reminded of where they are.]

[The addition of teeth earns a sharp breath and a smile before she is again distracted by his wandering hands and mouth by her ear.]

Sean.

[She knows they should probably move, but that doesn't stop her from bending her knee to press her thigh against him. A hand drops from around his neck and she lets it trail down his side.]

We can't... [Why is he so good at throwing her off guard?] Not here.

[A satisfied hiss of air, taken in when he feels that thigh of hers doing him favors.

If Vie wants to discourage him, she'll have to do it another way, and not ingratiate herself to Sean the way she is now. Fair is fair, from where he stands; one of his palms sets about pressing, grinding between her legs.]

Can be quick... [A growl, and just for her, too.] ...an' quiet.

[Another sound escapes her lips before she can stop herself. It's not quite a gasp and not quite a groan, but something in between. Her head falls back, bare neck on display while she tries to process logic. That growl combined with his accent really is not fair.

Turning her head, Vie moves to catch his mouth and gives the man a somewhat needy kiss. She bites his lip, gentle, but enough to hopefully get his attention.]

It's too open. [Breathe Vie. Just breathe. And then she gets an idea.] Sauna.

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