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One-Shot
'Yoga stretch pants should be a sin,' he thought to himself as he took his morning coffee on the balcony of his room. The tight, black fabric flexed and molded to her body like it was painted on, and to him it was unfair to be this painfully aroused in the morning. Her ashen hair was tied in a ponytail that was full and curved towards the sky at the tips. Her sports bra did little to diminish those wonderful, bountiful…
She turned towards him suddenly and waved. "Come down and help me out here, Rem," she shouted up, a grin breaking out onto her lips. He stammered an okay, raking his hands through his auburn hair for his foolishness at trying to watch her in the morning. Of course she'd notice him there, of course of course of course.
She liked that he watched though, deep down. She could feel his energy in the air even if she couldn't see him. It prickled her skin and caused her heart to flutter whenever she caught him, his eyes appreciative and glazed. His red eyes would meet her blue ones and it would be something cosmic almost with how struck she was by him. But they were just friends after all. Colleagues…right?
She watched as he approached, turning her thoughts to the project at hand until he got closer. 'Yoga pants…so damn sinful,' she thought as her eyes raked over his form. His black tank top contrasted beautifully against his alabaster skin, his reddish hair pulled back into a ponytail as well. And those pants…clung…She could barely take her eyes off it. Realizing her lack of decorum, she cleared her throat, a blush creeping under the sepia of her cheeks.
"I'm ready when you are belle," he drawled, placing his yoga mat next to hers on the fresh green grass.
"Uhm…right. Salutations sun," she started shakily.
He took pleasure in knowing he rattled her so. She was always so coiffed and perfectly put together; seeing her stumble for words amused him. As much as people thought he was a charmer, she was his equal in most manners. She charmed men with a few polite phrases and light touches and he understood why. Her skin always seemed slightly electrified to him, emanating a sizzle and pop when he listened close enough. Like now, in the quiet of the morning, she was positively charging every ion of air between them. He bit back a sigh as they crouched onto their mats.
"Downward facing dog," she exhaled, curving her spine.
His eyes took an appreciative glance at her ample backside before following her lead. Her eyes met his and they both chuckled a bit before ascending into upward facing dog.
"You know…you could join me out here in the mornings if you'd like," she sighed, inhaling deeply.
"Nothing would give me greater pleasure cher," he grinned. "Nothing quite beats tuning up your body so early in the morning, non?"
He stood and stretched his back, "I'll go get us some waters. Be right back." She didn't hear him at all, for his backside had captivated her attentions as he walked away. The man could make everything so lusciously sinful, she concluded, even a pair of damn yoga pants.