For those who do not know who I am, I am Sasha Belov. I am an elite gymnast, and as the result I have been awarded with four Olympic gold medals. This is not to say I am a perfect person. As you will read in my story I have provided, I am as far from perfect as any man can get.

"Perhaps, instead of your boyfriend helping you, you'll give me the honor." I bowed low, a dramatic gesture. "Even though you very well know having a significant other is against my policy here at the gym, just as it was Marty's rule." I eyed Emily as she stood tall on the beam, her posture nothing less than perfection. Her eyes were not on me, but I knew her irregular breathing was aimed at the fact that we were alone with nowhere else for her to divert her attention to. All eyes, even though it was only my two, were upon her. "V-sit." I began barking commands at her. She hesitated a second too long, a pause that frustrated me. "Emily! Are you paying attention?" I barked, my voice cold and unyielding.

"Yes!" She nodded and immediately dropped down onto the beam, gripping the sides and extending her foot.

I clenched my teeth and continued with the drill, "Y-balance." I spoke softer now. "W-jump." Emily's moves were fluid and she was following my instructions quickly. " Now fall." She didn't move.

"What? I don't understand."

I leaned on the beam at her feet and looked up into her confused face. "Fall backwards and I will catch you." I said as if it were no big deal. "Trust me Emily, I will catch you."

"Trust you!" Emily exploded. "How can I trust you?" Her face was all pinched together, her small lips gaping to reveal two rows of straight, white teeth.

"What reason have I given you not to trust me?" I was confused now, and curious what had gotten my gymnast so rattled.

"I can't just give you trust." Her jaw clenched visibly. "Trust is earned." Her mouth formed a thin line, her arms crossed. "And he is not my boyfriend." She spoke defiantly.

"Is that so?" I raised my eyebrows, a strange feeling forming in the pit of my stomach. "Now fall Emily." I said again, slightly impatient.

"No, I won't." She shook her head, a gesture she should have known would set me off.

"But you will!" I exclaimed, a booming shout that shocked even me. She turned so her back was to me. I noticed her toes clenching the side of the beam, a clear indicator she was afraid to let go. "Emily, please." I begged a little. "Please have faith in me, and more importantly in yourself." I hoped even if she thought I wouldn't catch her, that she believed she could break her own fall.

"Ok." Her voice was meek, but she began slowly at first then at a more rapid speed, to fall towards my waiting arms. Catching her was easy; she was light and I was strong.

"Didn't I tell you these are the arms of a gold medalist?" I gave her my famous wide-mouthed grin. She giggled and for some reason, that laughter made me not want to put her down. Or maybe, I had simply wanted to get her in my arms since I had gotten that strange feeling in the pit of my stomach when she had said the boy who had been sneaking her in here, wasn't her boyfriend.

"So if he's not your boyfriend, then how do you feel about this…" I moved my mouth to hers, a move I knew I should not have made. Surprisingly though, she did not put up a fight. Her small mouth caved to mine, allowing a wave of relief to wash over me. Age aside, the kiss was innocent and yet I felt a passion burning between us. Emily gulped and audibly cleared her throat, her slim body still held in my capable arms. I lightly put her down.

"Sasha, what are we going to do?" She bravely met my gaze.

I shook my head, an honest frown found on my face. I answered the question she wasn't technically asking, "The National Team committee isn't favoring my girls." My jaw was tight, a wash of anger flooding my mood. "They think we're renegades now? They haven't seen anything yet." I smirked down at Emily who was not much shorter than myself, with my height being six foot one. She stood on tiptoes and lightly kissed my lips once more.

"We can do this, Sasha." Her eyelashes seemed to flutter for my amusement only.

I nodded. "That's the confidence I want from you." I took her in my arms one last time that evening. I held her close and whispered in her ear, "You need to get home and get your rest…" I trailed off before finishing with, "…before I have to punish you." I caught Emily biting her lip out of the corner of my eye. She stepped away, turned and grabbed her gym bag with one quick flourish. Before I knew it, her perky ass was out the door and I was left standing alone in The Rock.

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