"Sexy Sparring/Gym Meme" NSFW-warnings may apply.

[my_belfry_of_fun]

Exactly what it says in the title. A meme dedicated to sexy-sparring and gym-scenarios. Roll a Dice, or pick your favorite prompt.

1--Workout-buddies. Need a spotter? maybe just someone to help you stretch. Or watch your technique.
2--Sparring. Because getting physical one way can lead to getting physical in another way. You're not trying to hurt your partner, just train. Your body heat rises, heart races, breathing faster--and in some pretty close positions.
3--Cool-down. Stretching, lighter exercise, maybe even help cleaning up or putting things away. A chance to potentially deal with un-resolved tension.
4--Aftermath. Clean-up in the showers, changing clothes, dealing with potential minor-injuries. Comfort and care of one kind might lead to comfort/care of another.


Post with your character and prompt and/or any ideas.

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Hei l Darker Than Black l M/F

[legitlessgrump]

Typical modern-ish-Jam-jar setting okay?

[everything_is_boring]

It helped that Mai found most everything boring; granted--less boring than back home (and stuck in prison) but still boring. The people were many of the same types you found everywhere, even if their backgrounds had interesting points or they had interesting abilities. Some of it was no doubt-her, as she didn't exactly go out of her way to make friends. Not the way Ty Lee would've, or Azula...

But that was fine with Mai.

One of the very few she would count as 'friend', was now standing opposite of her on the drab blue-padded fabric covered mat. A far cry from the wooden or rush-mats she'd seen in training halls back home. This building was more like the prison, in her estimation--cold white stone walls, albeit the large windows were a major security risk.

Oh well.

"...how did I let you talk me into this again, Hei?" Mai dressed as she usually did, weapons included. No problem pronouncing his name either, nor did he have pronouncing hers properly--unlike some who couldn't seem to get the intonations right. It certainly didn't endear them to Mai any. Nor had the fussing about how she wasn't wearing proper 'training' clothing.

This was the clothing she fought in, and moved in, and she preferred it honestly. Aside from the make-up, the Kiyoshi warrior's garb hadn't been too bad either. Even if it was too colorful as well.

Works fine with me

[legitlessgrump]

"You were bored," he answered all too simply. "Besides, you don't want to fall behind on your training."

And neither did he. With how many powerful people were here, he needed to work out more too. Might not be much, but keeping one's mind and body sharp was key to his survival here. That and bonding with others he supposed.

[redmare]

Chinatsu found herself on her back...again. Every time, Trunks had managed to throw her down onto the mat, and it was starting to get on her nerves. This time around, she swivels her legs to catch his, swiping right under him.

"HA!," she exclaims triumphantly as she straddles him, pinning him against the mat with her hands pressed on his shoulders. Her breathing is ragged and her body sweaty as they've been at this for who knows how long now, all for this moment. Of course, this didn't mean she actually beat him, but baby steps, right? The grin on her face is wide, just beaming with pride.

[light_of_willpower]

Despite either of them lacking memories, given some of the other shinki and their abilities--it was suspected that Trunks (and Goten and some others) came from worlds where baseline-human was different than other places. Y'know, besides just different references in pop-culture, but also abilities. Really there were interesting variations and at least some one had started a pet project trying to catalogue it.

Didn't matter, because even though he was generally stronger and faster than Chinatsu, leverage still worked along with momentum and practice. Besides just that they had both been at this for a couple of hours with only sporadic breaks. It means when he goes down, he went down--noticing that it had taken a good deal of her own strength to do that.

Good thing Chinatsu was in very good shape. It was also probably time for another break, which is the other reason he didn't fight the 'pin'. Both of them are sweaty, clothes sticking to skin, and hair mussed and damp. His breathing isn't as ragged though.

Eventually, Mai had just helped Trunks set up a small gym on her grounds. She was incredibly tolerant of the fact that her shinki was...well...he was a warrior. Maybe an odd choice for a shinki for the Goddess of Children, but it worked well. So he had his own space, for his own practice and others.

Not that the blue mats were comfortable. But they were less harsh than the ground outside, and certainly less scratchy against sweaty skin that grass was.

"What, sitting on me while I did push-ups wasn't enough?"

Because that's how Chinatsu'd found him. Working with another shinki who's vessel form, like Temeraire, was humanoid when they were not. Part of helping that shinki adapt involved getting them used to their body, which meant basics. Trunks had ignored it when, after Chinatsu'd shown up and greeted them, she just smirked. And sat on his back, and proceeded to tease him.

The squabbling was actually almost affectionate, and the other shinki (a rabbit in her normal form) took it as a sign that the two were good friends. Unfortunately she couldn't keep herself from giggling, and asked to be released early.

[redmare]

"That obviously doesn't count," especially since he let her do that. Sort of. "This was an official take down." The grin turns into more of a smirk. While this may not seem like a big deal, it was for Chinatsu. He easily overpowered her, and it took weeks, even months for her to get this far.

Despite the continuous blows to her ego, Chinatsu had to admit that she had fun training with Trunks. After a long session she'd drag him out to the city to do more teenage-like stuff, like grabbing crepes or ice cream. Sometimes they'd pig out at family diners, of participate in those eating challenges (which Trunks was pretty good at). She found that she was very comfortable with him. And on him, if that stunt with the push-ups said anything.

"Calling it quits?," she can't help but taunt.

[light_of_willpower]

"Giving you a break." Came the answering taunt, with a smirk coming to his own face. She seemed pretty comfortable on him right then too; it wasn't as if sparring didn't occasionally get intimate, and her weight wasn't really a problem.

Trunks enjoyed sparring with Chinatsu--perhaps more verbally than physically actually. Verbally she was definitely more of a challenge, but he just enjoyed being around her, anyways. Even when she was dragging him out to do normal teenage stuff. Stuff which a few rare of his own recovered memories said he had no reference for. Aside from her flustering him and confusing him with a comment or reference he didn't get (which she seemed baffled he didn't understand), he was very comfortable with her.

Even with his counter-taunt though, he was serious. It was slight--so very slight except Trunks was paying attention to it now. A hint of tremor in her arms, blue-eyes studying her from how she breathed more rapidly to her posture. Trying to discern a hundred little cues--because yes, Chinatsu was in excellent shape. An Athlete and a very good one--but they had been at this a while.

"Seriously, probably time for a break. At least for a change of clothes." He really didn't mean his stare to be more intense. Or for the sudden shift to serious and quiet his voice took on.

[redmare]

Trunks always went on about breaks...Though she understood that he did it for her. It was probably because she kept comparing herself to him that she thought she didn't need them just yet, but she tended to forget that the guy was on a whole other level. She'd argued with him about it several times, but by now she's come to recognize that he only brings it up when he believes she really needs it.

That change in tone usually got to her too. Feeling his gaze on her had her pulling back, unconsciously conscious about it. "Alright, alright...I mean..I gotta admit, we're pretty gross right now."

[light_of_willpower]

There were a lot of different levels among the shinki--almost as much as Gods. Trunks had also learned when to bring up breaks. It was one way to shut things down, and not hurt Chinatsu's pride. (He worried less about that, whenever she got too stubborn and stopped thinking. That was usually when she would get mad-frustrated, and he'd get cool-frustrated and just pick her up or stone-wall her somehow to get her to take that break. Forcibly.)

"I don't even want to know what caustic remark you have about my hair right now." Considering hers was just as damp with a few tendrils loose around her face? Didn't seem so bad for a sparring match. "That was a good take down though. 'm pretty sure if you focus it right, you could break wood with a proper kick."

A more genuine smile, and leveraging himself up to lean on his elbows. Despite the sweat though, he was actually pretty okay with their position. Mostly because his brain was still thinking in sparring partner mode...

1/2

[redmare]

"You think I only have one?" The smirk remained, at least up until he sat up more, and the realization of how close they were hit her. Maybe it was all that sweat that made it weird.

"Of course it was," she scoffs, cutting off any embarrassment that threatened to arise with a quick turn of her head.

2/2

[redmare]

She attempts to get up, only to stumble back down thanks to her legs suddenly deciding to act like jell-o. Her hands manage to break her fall, landing on either side of Trunks's head.

"I'm fine!," she quickly defends herself, not wanting him to think she was actually that worn out. "I just..lost my balance a little!" Except she wasn't making another attempt to stand again just yet.

Re: 2/2

[light_of_willpower]

"No, I think you have several." Trunks murmured wryly, smile still present. It hadn't actually hit him yet about how close they were. The quick turn of her head has him laughing softly...

Which is just as quickly stifled as she stumbles back down against him with a light thwump. Especially since he let himself fall rather than brace her, to keep them both from being more injured. Of course, now they're just as close, and he has a better idea of just how tired she is. At least from the way she's breathing more harshly still, and he can all but hear her heart beating rapidly.

"Just rubbing in your victory, aren't you?" It's a light tease, considerate of her pride honestly, although Trunks has turned his head and shifted it slightly. Taking a deep breath himself, and willing a blush not to appear at the thought that had just hit him.

Because she was his friend and sparring partner right? This was honestly him just checking to see how tired she was. One hand moved closer, slowly...before gently touching her shin. Light, studying, blue-eyes closing to better focus. Trying to feel how bad the tremor was of the muscle, and ignore that it was quite a nicely toned leg.

So long as he focused on whether she was okay--he could keep that blush from his face.

[redmare]

Who's rubbing who exactly? Her leg tenses when she feels his hand on it, but surprisingly enough, she doesn't react. It's still trembling, Chinatsu unable to do much about that, but the increasing heart rate was definitely not just from exhaustion. While his eyes were closed, hers studied his face. He was always so serious when it came to checking on her. As ridiculous and unnecessary as she thought it was, Chinatsu had to admit that it was a little nice to have someone care so much.

"My legs are fine...," she mutters, averting her gaze when she feels her face start to heat up.

[light_of_willpower]

He'd become more serious again, after some memory regains. For awhile he'd been broody, and angry too--but some talking had helped. With Mai, and with some other people from his memory who... Well, he didn't know.

Because Gohan couldn't tell him. Mai swore they couldn't--and it hurt them to do so. All that either God or Goddess could confirm was yes, Gohan knew Trunks. Had known him, been friend and mentor and teacher. The rest they weren't allowed to say.

When he was brooding though, was a different serious than this. This was assessing, evaluating--maybe fussing a bit. Mai got it, Nanako got it, Goten got it on occasion--as did Hakkai. Piccolo never did, but that was his pride was greater than Chinatsu's.

But yes, bangs falling over his forehead, brow lightly furrowed, and with the barest of frowns. From concentration, before he sighed and pulled his hand back. "You're trembling from over-exertion. At least I hope that's all it is."

Blue eyes opened, searching enough to then find her arm and wrist. Gently taking it, fingers over her pulse and he closed his eyes again and breathed. She was warm, and lithe limbs using him as a pillow currently. "Be honest with me, how much were you pushing yourself?" Because her pulse is up still, and her breathing... Now that he's noticed, he can feel the rise and fall of her chest against his own as she breathes.

[redmare]

Chinatsu pulls hee arm back, still avoiding eye contact. “It’s not a big deal, okay? Just gimme a sec...”

Of course she pushed herself. How else was she supposed to keep up with a warrior like him? Just like he could feel her, she could feel him, and the difference in fatigue was obvious. His heart bear was steady, and so was his breathing. His body was relaxed, but firm beneath her, and there she was shaking like a new born foal. It was a frustrating truth that they were just different that way...

[light_of_willpower]

"It is a big deal, considering I can feel you shaking." It had been too easy to slip back into their banter, eyes snapping open and a familiar not-quite-glare&pout coming to his face. Holding it for a moment, since her gaze was averted, and then he huffed. And felt his own face start to redden and heat up.

Stubborn...they were both stubborn.

"I'm pretty sure when I said I'd get you a pillow, this wasn't what either of us meant." It's murmured quietly, trying for the familiar banter, but his head is ducked slightly in the hopes his bangs will hide the blush. Because he's not going to move her--Chinatsu hated being carried and he only did so either to snap her out of her blind-frustration, or if they were in danger. (With the latter being the same as he did for anyone else.)

Despite her shaking though, she was warm under the sweat-damp clothes, and if he sat up... Trunks was pretty sure he could wrap his arms around her and tuck her close. Which was good to know in the future event of a threat--not so good right then when he was reminded that oh yeah--Chinatsu was a girl. A stubborn, athletic, challenging, but fun-to-be-around girl.

And he had so very little experience in dealing with girls. Period. At least when they were close to his own age, and weren't his sparring partner, or Goddess.

[redmare]

"You complain that I 'overworked' myself, but then you also complain about how I take a break." Not that she was still admitting to anything. "Just give me a sec, okay?" It's not like she wanted to do this either, but she couldn't do much when her legs were like noodles.

"You better not be thinking anything weird."

[light_of_willpower]

"That was teasing, not complaining...and..." Okay, now that flush has definitely blossomed fully on his face. To his ears. and starting towards his neck. Turning his head away sharply, and he couldn't cross his arms because she was too close. Not that his fists didn't clench in slight frustration anyways.

"Well I wasn't until you had to say something about it." Gritted out, and with a huff, and now he is tense. Incredibly tense and still, and still unwilling to move her. Because of her pride--damn her pride.

[redmare]

“So you are thinking weird stuff!” Just...passes over the part about her bringing it up. It’s not like she even knew what those weird stuff would be. But you know, she’s embarrassed enough as it is. Limited in her movements, she just glares down as she hovers over him.

[light_of_willpower]

Part of him wanted to argue, but he couldn't think of a good retort beyond pointing out, again, it's her fault. So Trunks just kept his mouth shut, and huffed again before trying to calm down and...ignore their position.

Which wasn't easy, given she was all but laying on top of him, breathing hard, and he could feel her glare too. It's several more heartbeats, before a small 'tch' sound was heard. Resignation, if anything (and trying to ignore that he was still blushing down to his collarbone). As weird as this was, hopefully this would make it 'less' weird, for now---and wouldn't insult her pride in ways that would provoke a squabble.

"Just hold still, alright?" It wasn't quite grit out the way his other words had been, but it was definitely with more invective than he usually used. Trunks shifted himself up slightly, and turned. One arm going to her leg again, and under it, as he continued moving. Shifting them both now to be sitting up--and while she was still effectively on his lap and leaning on him, it wasn't quite so...intimate.

At least that's what he told himself. His own legs crossed, with both of hers draped to the side, where she was still leaning against him. Keeping his head turned and slightly down, Chinatsu could easily lean against his shoulder.

"I was trying to not think about anything other than making sure you're okay...and then we started arguing." That's about all the apology she's going to get.

[redmare]

This still felt intimate to her, probably because from an outside perspective it looked sweeter or more...cuddly. But at least in this position he couldn’t see how red her face was getting since she could just duck down and not look at him.

“Whatever...,” she mutters as she leans lightly against him. Chinatsu wasn’t about to admit how comfortable this was, that’s for sure.

[light_of_willpower]

Oh it still felt intimate to him--for much the same reason. Even if Trunks knew himself enough to know he had no experience with any kind of relationship that wasn't friends, he knew how it might look. Chinatsu seemed calmer too, but with her it was always hard to tell.

"...whatever yourself." It's more automatic, with no bite to it. A rote response, as their squabbling was actually comfortable. "I am proud of the progress you've made. You should be too."

[redmare]

Really? At least his compliment stopped her from answering back.

“I’ll be proud when I properly beat you.” There wasn’t any harshness in her tone, maybe because she was tired. Damn him for being so comfy. Her breathing gets steadier, in time with his own.

[light_of_willpower]

Their breathing was in synch, which wasn't really helping his blush or the awkwardness. Her comment did bring a hint of smile though. "You already beat me in other ways. Are you any less proud of those victories?"

[redmare]

“This and that are two different things.” Obviously. Damn, this was a comfortable position. She let’s out a yawn, feeling her muscles slowly start to relax.