So I realized I called Camille's boyfriend by two diff names. I like Daniel so I changed it chapter 2, small thing, but there you go.
I do not own Warrior :_:
Warnings: swearing
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She left the office with a contented smile. She and Tommy had been texting one liners back and forth all day. She hadn't expected him to call so soon or even text for that matter. Tommy was turning out to be an entirely different kind of guy, how did she get so lucky? Tuesday traffic was nothing to be messed with and she informed Tommy she'd be driving and unable to answer for a while. She reached her destination with a frustrated huff. She'd been stuck in stop and go gridlock since 7 it was now 9:30. Opening the door with her hip she had a gym bag over one arm, water bottle in the other. "Hey Frank, sorry I'm late…traffic was a bitch!" Michaela called, nearly dropping her bag when she looked up into steel grey eyes as he held the door for her. "…Tommy…?!"
"Hey sweetheart", he chuckled, unfazed. Jeez, would anything throw this guy?
"Frank is…your trainer…" Michaela stated slowly, starting to put together what her friend had said about his latest fighter. That he was good, a little unconventional, an animal in the ring, but wholly dedicated even if he sometimes didn't listen. "He was talking about you…wow I…I am so dense!"
"Naw…you said you didn't follow sports how would you know?"
"Frank is a good friend Tommy, this is a big part of both of your lives…and I'm oblivious to it, what kind of friend does that make me?"
"Like I said you don't follow it, you gotta stop beating yerself up all the time." Tommy replied, standing outside the locker room as she changed. He saw the rest of her ink in the mirror, a small band still covered by her sports bra. The wings ended at her hips a small Asian symbol b/w her shoulder blades. "How do yah know Beethoven?"
She laughed, doubling over, holding her stomach. "You guys really call him that?" Michaela managed to squeak out as she stood, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I thought he was joking…" she added, pulling a baggy muscle t-shirt over her head. Sitting on the bench, she patted the seat next to her and he pushed up off the wall to join her. "For now let's just say after the accident I was in a real bad place. I was frightfully out of shape; life quality wasn't really a concern." She explained and he nodded as she kicked her feet back and forth. "Frank was dating my only friend at the time…we became friends and he convinced me to start working out with him…my friend cheated on him, left with the other guy, Frank and I stayed friends."
He nodded, accepting the answer, there was always more she wasn't saying, but he could easily be accused of the same thing. He watched as she pulled a cd from her bag titled Lucy's Skillet Mix and informed she was going to play a joke on old Beethoven, since he'd been in the back this whole time, oblivious to her presence. The fighter went back to his bag as strong tones of a rock song filled the gym.
Frank came bursting from the back, muttering to himself. "Who put music on?" Tommy just shrugged and went back to his punches. Hands shot out behind the trainer, covering his eyes and he chuckled. "I should have known, you always did love this song"
"Hi Frank"
"3 laps, then we'll talk"
"Sir. Yes. Sir." Michaela mock saluted, taking off around the gym as Tommy chuckled. She saw him kind of nodding along to the track and she winked at him as she passed by. She had a feeling he'd like, Monster, so she started singing along as she ran as best she could.
He had to give it to her; she had some interesting music tastes, for a girl. He'd moved to jump rope as she finished her laps and headed for Franks office. There didn't seem to be anything romantic b/w the two and he didn't think their relationship would have progressed like this if there was. He looked mildly amused as she walked to him with a white sheet of paper.
"Marching orders…" Michaela explained before dropping to a mat to stretch. "Sit ups first. Wanna help?" she showed him what she needed to do and he held her ankles for her. She'd just made it through 30, with 20 more to go as she flopped back to the mat her chest heaving.
"Come on Kayla I need 20 more…"
"Kayla?"
"Yeah…"
"I like it", Michaela smiled as she did 10 more. Frank walked over to them with a smile.
"How many does she have left?" the trainer inquired and Tommy answered as she sat up and took a drink from her water bottle. "Think you can take it up a notch?"
"You, Frank Campana are a slave driver…" Michaela laughed, punching him lightly in the shoulder. "What am I doing?" she sighed, her friend mimicked what he wanted her to do. She was to sit up and punch left than right, while really trying to hold in her abdominal muscles.
"Don't push too hard, do five then take a break…I don't need you having an episode on my gym floor." Frank mused as he walked back into the office.
"An episode?"
Shit, she cursed inwardly, "Thanks Frank…moron" She shouted at his retreating back, the last word a curse under her breath. Tommy was looking at her expectantly and she grumbled, massaging her temple. "I have a seizure condition…I take medication it's mostly under control, but even with the pills to much exertion or the wrong amount of stress can cause one…"
"I…uh…"
He let go of her ankles and she glared. "Tommy did you see Frank treat me any differently?" When he shook his head she added, "Then stop acting like I'm the creature from the black lagoon and help me finish these sit-ups you ass."
When she'd finished them and she was lying back taking a break, he pulled at her foot teasingly. She tried to kick him off and he let her foot drop before crawling forward. His hand brushed up her stomach and to her arm, locking his fingers in hers as he stretched the limb above her head. Repeating the action with her other arm. He leaned down, brushing his nose against her cheek. "Makes me wanna take care a you…"
"The condition?"
"Yeah."
"When it happens, I'd be happy to let you, till then…I'm just Kayla alright?" Michaela replied, her tone almost pleading like she was begging to be normal in his eyes. He nodded and she turned, kissing the side of his mouth.
His fingers clenched and he pressed a little more of his weight into her. Neither cared that her friend who was also his trainer was just in the office. He was kissing her deeply and tortuously slow. Sure to explore every inch of her mouth as she arched softly beneath him a quiet whine sounding in the back of her throat.
Frank glanced up and back to his forms with a smirk. Tommy had Michaela pinned to the mat, but she seemed to enjoy it. As odd as it sounded he was proud, a few years ago she wouldn't even work out around guys, let alone kiss one. If she could do it in workout clothes knowing he was still in the building, he just had one thing to say, you go girl! The fact it was Tommy she was with, well it raised a little concern, but Michaela was a big girl, easily capable of handling herself. That girl didn't take shit from anyone, he knew Tommy Conlon would prove an equal match, but her self preservation instincts could handle it, he was sure.
"Tommmyyy…Tommy?" Michaela gasped as his lips moved down her throat.
"Hmm" He quarried not stopping.
She didn't even bother trying to push him off, knowing he was stronger and wouldn't budge. "Tommy much as what you're doing is…ah god!" she tried, arching when he hit a week spot over her pulse. "I really don't want to make out here…" She pleaded and he stopped with a last brush of his lips on hers, just like that.
He pulled her up when he was standing himself. He didn't apologize, he knew she wasn't mad and neither was he. She finished her routine and he went back to training till Frank called that it was time to close. Tommy gave her a kiss when they parted, she didn't need to ask if he'd call, she knew he would.
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