Weights
Damian was in the training room. He was bench pressing 95. He got it ten times easily and racked it. Standing up, he pulled the weight off. He put 110 on there and then got back on. He did ten more, straining a bit but he did it. The door opened and Raven entered, she waved. He nodded as he racked it and then switched out the weight. Placing 120 on there, he got back under it, she walked over to the squat rack, placing 125 on there to start. He got the weight 8 times, and watched as she started her set. Good form, back straight, she went all the way down. He nodded in approval as he got up. Throwing 135 on it, he sat back down and stretched. He got it six times. Breathing properly and pressing, he did it quickly.
He then threw 145. She went up to 155. They continued their workouts respectively. Finally, on the last set, Damian had 180 on the bar, she had 195. "Can you spot-" they paused, asking their questions in unison. She froze up, Damian continued. "Uh, can you spot me?" She nodded as she walked over. Placing two hands on the bar as he laid back. Taking a couple breaths, he nodded. Pushing it up, his arms were practically done, but he only had to get it twice. Two times and he was done. Going down, it hit his chest, he arched his back and pushed. It went back up slowly. Taking a deep breath, he went back down. It went up about one fourth, floated and started to go back down, despite how hard he pushed. Raven pulled up, and with their strength it went back up, and he racked it. "Damn it." He cursed as he sat up. "Stuck at 175. I'm never gonna go up." He sighed.
"You'll get it eventually." She patted his shoulder. "My turn." As she walked to the squat rack. He watched her hips sway, shaking his head, he stood up and followed. She got under the weight, he crossed his arms. "Am I good?"
"Go." He said.
She backed up and then with a breath, went down. 'Ass to grass' as they called it. She tried to stand, letting out a shout, she pushed through the floor, and got about halfway. Then Damian stepped in and grabbed her hips, picking her up. With their combined strength she rose up and racked it. "180." She breathed as she stepped back. Turning around and was almost nose to nose with him. "Oh, uh...Hey." She nodded.
"You'll get it." He told her. "You were close. Closer than me." He told her.
"Think so?" She asked, getting closer to him, he nodded.
"Without a doubt." They were almost touching at this point, and then Damian's eyes widened. Realizing what was happening. "I...We...This is unprofessional."
"Indeed." She replied
"We should probably stop before-" he was trying to look anywhere but into her eyes.
"Before what?" He met her gaze and then leaned in and kissed her. Her eyes widened and then they closed. She returned it with a slight chuckle. It was rough, unpracticed. Neither of them had any form of physical contact with another. Too busy on their 'job'. They let themselves get lost this once. One of her hands was wrapped around him, while the other was on his cheek. He had one on the back of her head, playing with her purple hair while the other squeezed her butt. Pulling away, they awkwardly stared at each other for a moment.
"Before that." He finished, turning and grabbing his water bottle then leaving. She stood there a bit speechless, what just happened? She exited shortly after, heading to her room to meditate and calm herself down.