Paige
"McCullers, do you know how to do a pushup? Then give me more come on drop down. Nineteen. One more. Push. Twenty. Yeah you got it rolling. Go on." It is as her voice has the ability to give me power and immediate control to my body, on its own accord my body dropped to the floor and started to do so. "Eyes on me." I tried to look at her, I love looking at her if I'm working on her body but mostly when my body is been attacked I fail. Emily shows me how it's done, she begins to perform push-ups while counting her own. I'm not sure if I just should keep watching how her body goes up and down –especially that ass- or if I should allow my competitive side to come out and try harder. After three more I give up. My swimming arms are great, I can stop.
Only Emily wasn't having any of it, she kept asking me to give her some more. I'm already sweat-drenched and dead. "How does it feel to be under my control darling?" She smirked as she finally allowed me some water and sitting down without moving. "I'd love to be here and watch you work out." I answered. "We can always continue our work out and your control somewhere more comfy." I added. Really hoping it would work because I'm not sure how much more I'm able to handle in here. Nope I'm not winning. I get seductive looks but not something real. There's no one near so I took my chance to get touchy on my trainer. I circled her waist and bit her neck softly. "You should come up with a better motivation for your clients." I slide my hands down her thighs on cue with my words. "Oh yeah? What should I do then?"
I stopped my hands at her hip bones. "You could maybe give a kiss every single time on a different spot on the body of your favorite client." Nope she was still resisting the hot McCullers. "You asked me to be your trainer so come on for your last bit come on work it McCullers, work it!" I look at her, she moves closer to me. I was tempted to run at this point, but I didn't I kept staring at this beautiful woman. I knew I had it coming, I didn't mind her pushing me down to be honest. She so was testing me, or maybe using. I still was dead, I did them anyway? "Yes darling I love your work. Make your abs shiny!" She makes me laugh, okay definitely worth the drill.
"You know the best teams are the best prepared ones." Totally true, and I wouldn't care if it came out Emily's mouth. I saw this tall dark haired woman standing in front of us, the same one I saw the first time we were here together. "Hello, Ms. Fields. How are you doing today?" She asked, maximum annoying me. "I'm good, thanks." I smirked. Emily's eyes were still on my body. Punching this woman wouldn't do me any good so I got on the treadmill pretending I was running on her face. "You're as beautiful as ever." The woman said. Okay, thank you. That's what I needed. I went faster and might cough every now and then unnecessary. "If you would excuse me now." Emily said, still making no eye contact with the woman next to her. "And it's Mrs. McCullers now." Emily smiled, playing with the metal ring on her finger.
"Hey coach, why are people always flirting with my wife?" I asked. "With me?" Emily laughed. "You've been checked out multiply times too sweetheart." "Yeah right."
Paige
Where did that stupid thunder come from? Why did I take a shower straight when I got home? Great now I'm stuck with no excuse in front of the TV with Hanna who invited herself and has a say about every single moment in the movie we watch.
I was sitting next to Emily before Hanna came sitting in the middle. Because they are best friends they do everything together. From the moment she sat down her arm was wrapped around Emily. And every now and then accidentally their hands brush in the popcorn bowl. Why does she blush when they are just friends? She's mine damned. I have been feeling this flutter in my stomach that makes me want to drag her away from that blonde. I know they are best friends I know Hanna needs attention, but lately Emily told me she won't stop talking about how no girl flirts with her. They laugh together, they go on trips after work, she always seem to have the right words even when she doesn't know what's going on. Hanna is an amazing friend. A friend who knows Emily inside out. They have a history together, something we Emily and I don't have. Since I know her I know too that she finds Emily hot. She never made that a secret, the first time she broke that news to me was on the first day I met all of them including Emily herself. I watched her snuggling in my wife's side, resting her head in her neck, we are watching The Hunger Games. Come on! It's not that scary or that romantic to snuggle in Emily. She's just doing it because she thinks she can, and apparently she can. That are my excuses. But it's okay it's not that they are in love. And it's not that I'm jealous.
There was no reason to get an attitude on, they aren't doing anything wrong. Right?
Emily
"Who volunteers as tribute if they are going to put you in an arena full of kids who are trying to kill you? It's high school all over again." Hanna came over, although I was worked up and not so thrilled to see Hanna at the door I'm happy she's here. She makes me laugh with her comments. And now I can show Paige even more that I do have self-control, if Hanna wasn't here I would've jumped her bones already a few times.
I do am thinking about Paige, I worry if she doesn't like Hanna and faked all the time or if the Caleb thing is still bothering her. Every single time Hanna opens her mouth, Paige sighs or rolls her eyes. The wine bottle that suddenly appeared gives me every right to worry. The weather started to clear up, Paige must have noticed it too she stood up and walked out of the room. After a few minutes when I heard no longer noise I stood up to take a look.
"Where are you going?" Paige just put on her shoes and now putting on her jacket. "Not sure, riding my bike for a while."
"Paige. Do you want me to send her away?" Her eyes widened at my question, her mouth opened and closed several times. I will take that as a yes. "You can tell me if you don't like my friends, you don't need to pretend you do."
The sighing was back. "Em, Hanna is great. She can stay, I just want to go."
"Be careful okay? We will talk when you come back." I moved closer to give her a quick kiss. She pulled me in a hug, I felt her sniff at my hair. "You smell like Hanna." She said with almost disgust in her voice. "Em, is she always that cuddly and touchy with you?"
I was about to tell her all no, I didn't understand. My mind –thank god- was working fast, I sensed a little jealousy again. The treadmill and the bike, two toys she uses to be occupied. I didn't want to waste any words, actions speak much louder.
I pushed my lover against the door. Within two minutes I had her knees giving her away. Hanna my lover, it's just to ridiculous. I pulled away, grabbed her hand and ran up the stairs. I pushed her back against the bedroom door and proceeded to entertain my girl. "Em, Hanna."
"Sssh. She will go away. It's Hanna she understands. Or she will check up on us and cheer from the other side of the door." That was a bad move, a panicked Paige pushed me away and disappeared out of the room leaving me pretty frustrated.
I changed as quick as I could in sexy lingerie when I heard Hanna protesting, I felt not sorry at all for my friend who's being kicked out by my now very confident wife.