"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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[light_of_willpower]

That's okay, because Trunks honestly wasn't sure what else to say. Just so very acutely aware of the heat of his blush, of how she was warm and still effectively cuddled against him, and how awkward it felt now. Pretty sure he could hear his own heartbeat, and he had no clue how to fix things.

Did they even need fixing? He wasn't sure, and his thoughts were going in several different directions. It was almost like when he was in a fight, not training but a true fight--in that everything seemed slower and yet was happening in seconds or less. Only stretching on more and more uncomfortably quiet too...

Eventually at least, he came to a sort of decision. His face already was bright red, so he ignored his tension and embarrassment, and looped an arm under her legs again. The other around Chinatsu's back and shoulders, and Trunks shifted to crouch, then up to his feet. This would surely fall under 'acceptable' reasons to carry her, right?

Sure steps along the wooden floor, and then through a door into the small area that functioned as storage and locker room. Heading for the wooden bench, where she could rest but it wouldn't be quite so intimate awkward he hoped.

[redmare]

Chinatsu jumps in surprise when she's suddenly lifted up, her hands resting on his shoulder. "W-what are you doing?!" Curse how useless her legs were at the moment. The locker room?

"Why are we going there?!" There wasn't any reason to panic, but being carried like this was just so---it just wasn't helping the current situation.

[light_of_willpower]

"Because there is a bench there that you can rest on, and it's also where I keep first-aid kits and stuff?" Trunks is focusing on the practical, as his hold has tightened slightly when she jumped. Then relaxed again--it had been a protective reaction.

[redmare]

"I don't need a first aid kit!" She wasn't hurt. Her ego might be bruised, sure, but she was just weak in the legs for now. "J-just put me down already..!"

[light_of_willpower]

"I didn't think you were injured." Not beyond her pride, and Trunks couldn't help the hint of snappishness in his tone. But she is being placed gently on the bench, making sue she's stable and settled.

[redmare]

Chinatsu just crosses her arms, not sure what to do at this point. "What are we doing here?"

[light_of_willpower]

"Because you're still unsteady on your feet?" And as usual, it was going to be a squabble. Which meant his brain wasn't as sharp as it could be. "Unless you'd rather go back to us sitting on the floor?"

[redmare]

"I was fine where we were--" She pauses, realizing what she was insinuating, despite it possibly being true. "I mean-- not like that! Just--I was fine with the floor! You didn't have to bring me all the way here!"