Yoga Lessons

Rating: M

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Emma Tutweiller was working out in the gym facilities available on the S.S. Tipton. She was in a private little room attempting to teach herself yoga from a video tape.

She'd noticed lately that she was stiffer than she used to be, and though she'd tried all the stretches she'd learned as a showgirl in Vegas nothing would limber her up.

She supposed she was so stiff from all the stress of teaching a group of teenagers who couldn't care less and living in close quarters with those same students. Sometimes she wished she could just smack them upside the head, just to make sure they were listening. Sometimes she cursed the school board very colorfully in the privacy of her own mind. Sometimes she wonders what it was that had possessed her the day she decided to become a teacher. And sometimes she just wanted to toss herself overboard and swim home to her cats just to escape the madness.

Or maybe she was so stiff because she hadn't had a steady lover in the last two years and really needed to get laid.

It was a toss-up.

Instead of letting all that get to her, and to stop herself going crazy, she took up yoga. Though she had to admit it wasn't going very well.

She had a hard time making her body do what the people on the screen managed so effortlessly. Still, she gave this contortionist act a try and continued to follow the video along. She knew she was doing something wrong. She could see she was in the same position as the people in the tape by using the full body mirrors all around the room but she couldn't feel any of the pull on her muscles she knew this exercise was supposed to bring, and she couldn't figure out what she was doing wrong.

She closed her eyes for a moment.

"You're doing the forms all wrong," the unmistakable voice of London Tipton barged into her thoughts.

She looked up to see a London Tipton dressed very similarly to the ladies on her tape leaning against the doorframe and studying her intently. Straightening up with a little huff Emma replied, "What? How would you know?"

"I am a master at yoga, a regular yogi. Why aren't you in a class for this?"

"They only offer the classes while I'm busy teaching," she said.

"Oh," London looked momentarily stumped, but then said, "Well, doing it the way you are is only going to get you hurt. I guess that means I'll have to teach you."

"Uh, is that a good idea?" she realized that's something she probably shouldn't ask of a student who turns in test lines of make-up instead of essays, but she was frustrated enough not to care.

"Of course! It'll be great to be teaching again!" London chirped brightly, "Yay me!"

"You've taught before?" This was news to Emma.

"Sure. Ask Moseby. I'm really good." London made her way over to Emma, "Now, let's get you doing yoga right."

Emma spent the next hour with London's body pressed close, hands all over her, pushing here, pulling there, correcting her form and forcing her to stretch farther than she usually would.

When that hour was up Emma returned to her room and collapsed on her bed with a pleasant ache in every one of her muscles and a plan to continue lessons with London every day.

*****

Emma was in the private room in the gym, doing warm-up stretches, and waiting for London to arrive for their daily yoga session.

She didn't hear London come in, but she heard the door close a moment before London had her pressed face-first against the mirror on the far wall.

"London!" she cried out in shock, "What are you doing?"

London's front was pressed fully to Emma's back. She had Emma's wrists trapped in one hand pinned above her head, the other hand flat on Emma's stomach keeping her close.

"You were so tense yesterday," London whispered into Emma's ear, eyes meeting Emma's own in the mirror, "You need to relax for the yoga to work. I'm helping you relax."

London's hand slid down from Emma's belly to rub over the fabric of her crotch, pressing with the heel of her hand as her fingers found the space between her legs and cupped. Emma couldn't stop her hips twitching or the breathy moan that escaped. Her eyes had closed involuntarily and when she opened them again she saw London lick her lips as her eyes went even darker than usual.

Emma couldn't admit it, not out loud, but she wanted this. Needed it. Badly. So she leaned back against London, giving her permission without words. She saw London smile.

"Leave you hands up here," London said, her breath hot in Emma's ear. "I want you to watch me."

Emma did as she was told; she pressed her hands flat against the reflective glass and gave London complete control.

The hand between her legs kept rubbing her roughly through her pants. The hand that had been holding her wrists was dragged down her arm, over her breast, along her side to her hip, and back up to her breast. That hand squeezed. Emma watched her nipples stiffen under the thin fabric of her top in the mirror. Her attention was dragged to her neck, where London's mouth was sucking hard at the junction where neck meets shoulder. She noticed London's eyes were once more locked with her own and her mouth dropped open just a little when London bit down with enough pressure to mark but not break the skin.

London kissed her way to Emma's ear and nibbled on the lobe while her hand rose up just far enough to plunge into pants and panties. There was no teasing here. Emma's eyes fell to the moving bulge of London's hand in her pants, the sight arousing her further. Seeing the action and feeling it at the same time made Emma's hips grind a little harder and buck forcefully when three fingers pushed up inside of her.

Her hips rocked, her body arched trying to get more contact, her head fell back against London's shoulder and her eyes closed. She heard herself panting, felt her hips moving, felt London kissing and biting her neck, felt her nipple pinched through her shirt, felt London's fingers pump in and out and the heel of that hand press against her clit.

London worked her fast and hard. No teasing, no pausing, just a headlong rush to the finish.

"Open your eyes," London commanded.

It was a herculean effort to obey, but Emma did manage to open her eyes moments before her orgasm hit. She locked eyes with London just as London's fingers sank deep and curled, hitting her just so. Her inner muscles clenched and she cried out while her body bowed and her hands scratched white knuckled against the mirror.

London smiled.

*****

Emma awoke with a gasp, one hand over her heart the other gripping the blanket.

She groaned as she flopped back against her pillows.

"I so need to get laid," she whined.

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THE END

Notes on the Pairing: London Tipton is a character we all know and love, she is a main character in both the Suite Life of Zack and Cody and the Suite Life On Deck played by Brenda Song. Emma Tutweiller is a teacher aboard the S.S. Tipton in Suite Life On Deck and is played by Erin Cardillo.