Here is an odd pair that was presented to me in a DM. I definitely try to get all stories and pairings that you all suggest done but I want to do them justice. That means that I am going to wait until I find a story locked away in my brain before I write the story. I don't want you to be like "Oh yay! A story!" and then read and feel "Well that was shit." I mean, you might find the story to be shit but it's the principle of the thing. Anyways, keep sending me your story ideas because multiple minds work better than my one.
This story takes place in early season 2. Before Nabu, and before Tecna confesses her feelings towards Timmy.
Aisha and Timmy- Training
"I can't believe that I have to pass a physical assessment! I don't run around here fighting our enemies, I'm just the guy who fixes the OWLs and flies them. Codatorta is out of his mind!"
Timmy slumped over, his head hitting the table in the middle of the cafeteria. He had just gotten a notice in his electronics class that he was overdue for his physical fitness assessment. He wasn't even aware that was something that he had to do. He went into the engineering program as part of the Specialists curriculum to hopefully avoid the physical fitness test.
"Aw, perk up, Tim," Brandon put a hand on Timmy's back and gave a few firm pats, "you'll do fine. You always keep up during the missions."
"That's because I am running away from danger." Timmy groaned as he lifted up his head, "I don't think that I will be able to run without the specter of danger looming over me."
"Well, just pretend that something is chasing you." Sky shrugged.
"I'll know it isn't real." Timmy replied.
"I can bring my blades and chase you around." Riven scoffed.
Timmy looked over to his roommate and glared. With a roll of his eyes, Timmy redirected his attention back to the notice in his hand.
"The threat of death out of the way," Sky shot a warning look towards Riven, "we could definitely help you train. When is the assessment?"
Timmy scanned the sheet to find the date, "At the end of the month."
"That gives us about three weeks to work out and get you ready for the assessment. What all do you have to do?" Sky asked.
Timmy sighed and handed Sky the notice. Better for the guys just to read it instead of having to relay the information. He looked at their faces as they gathered around Sky. Their faces contorted as they read and Timmy looked apprehensively, waiting to hear what they were going to say.
Brandon was the first to speak up.
"Well, that doesn't seem too bad."
"Says you." Timmy countered, "All you do is work out. That and spend time with Stella."
"Okay and?" Brandon crossed his arms over his chest, "I'm just saying that it could be worse."
"We could definitely help train you, Timmy." Sky placed a hand on Timmy's shoulder.
Timmy signed as he placed his head back onto the table.
"There is no way that I am getting out of this, am I?" Timmy groaned, the table muffling his lamentation.
"Nope," Sky smiled, his positive, can-do attitude filling his voice, "not unless you want to fail the physical."
"Fine..." Timmy replied, lifting his head up from the table.
"Great!" Sky clapped his hands together, adding emphasis to his announcement. "Meet us at the gym after class. We start training today!"
"I...can't...hold on...oh my God..." Timmy huffed as he bent forward and placed his hands on his knees. His pale face was as red as his glasses and a thick coat of sweat covered his body and seeped through his clothing.
Timmy had been training with the Specialists for the past week and nothing was getting any better. He had been fine on the flexibility requirements and some of the strength requirements. However, his cardio and upper body strength needed the most help.
"Come on, Timmy," Riven ran back to Timmy, "we only have five more laps."
Timmy lifted his head and looked up at Riven. He scowled as he looked at Riven, full of energy, and had barely broken a sweat.
"Riven, I can't do this anymore. I need to stop."
"You won't be able to stop during the physical. I only asked you to do twenty laps around the track. You're three-fourths of the way through. Why stop now?"
Timmy stood up straight, placing his hands on the small of his back as he stretched up.
"I'm done, Riven. No more."
"Stop being a fucking wimp," Riven scoffed, "bitching and quitting is not going to help you pass the exam."
"I SAID THAT I AM DONE!" Timmy shouted, causing Riven to take a step back. Timmy never yelled, much less to his brooding roommate.
"Fine, Tim." Riven folded his arms over his chest, his characteristic frown finding itself on his face. "I'll help you pack your shit when you fail your physical and get kicked out of Red Fountain. I ain't helping you anymore."
Riven stormed off and left Timmy on the track. Timmy released a breath that he did not know that he was holding. His legs buckled underneath him and he gave in to the exhaustion, falling to the hot rubber surface of the track.
Timmy shut his eyes and placed his hand on his stomach. He could feel his heart trying to explode through his chest and could see the shadows of people running around him. He was thankful that nobody said anything to him, he didn't want to hear it.
Why did he have to do this stupid physical exam? He had shown Red Fountain that he is effective in battle and has shown that he is more than proficient in his technical abilities. Why couldn't that be enough? It was bad enough that he was constantly overshadowed within his group. And now with the edition of Helia, he found that he was being placed even lower on the totem pole. Maybe if he just stayed here on the track, he would become invisible and everyone would forget about the physical exam.
"Are you okay?" A soft voice called from above him. This sounded like a female voice.
Timmy slowly opened his eyes and was met with brown skin surrounded by wild and curly hair. The sun shone around it, creating a halo-like effect. He was thankful for her head blocking the bright and hot sun, saved his eyes from a world of hurt.
"Yeah, just taking a break."
"In the middle of the track?" the woman laughed.
Timmy sat up and shrugged. The woman held out her hand to Timmy and he gladly took the help as she pulled him back up to his feet.
"Timmy, right?" the woman asked as she let go of Timmy's hand and placed her hands on her hips.
"Uh, yeah." Timmy squinted his eyes in slight confusion as he looked at the woman. She looked familiar. "I'm sorry, I don't-"
"Aisha," the woman held out her hand, "I'm new to Alfea College this year."
"Oh yes," Timmy took Aisha's hand in his and gave it a gentle shake, "the transfer student."
Aisha laughed, "Can't be a transfer when I didn't go somewhere before."
"Then what were you d-"
Aisha cut him off, "Just think of it as a gap year."
Timmy let go of Aisha's hand, "Got it. I won't ask any more questions."
"I didn't mean it like that." Aisha held out her hands defensively, "It's just a long story. I don't want to bore you with all of the tedious details."
"Well, if you haven't heard, I am a fan of tedious details."
Aisha's pink lips turned up into a smile, her eyes crinkling in the corners. Timmy gave her a small smile as well.
"I, uh," Timmy cleared his throat, "I won't keep you from your workout."
Aisha looked down at her wrist, an electronic watch illuminating when she brought up her wrist, "I should probably get back to Alfea, I don't want to miss dinner."
"Why did you come all the way here to run?" Timmy asked. Why the Hell would anyone want to go out of their way to run?
"The track is better here and it's longer. Even though it is the same distance, fewer laps make me feel like I didn't run as much. Mind over matter." Aisha tapped the side of her forehead and gave Timmy a joking wink.
"Um, yeah. I guess." Timmy nervously replied. Aisha didn't seem to mean anything by the wink. She barely knew him and she could just talk to him so easily, definitely not a skill that Timmy had acquired during his lifetime.
Aisha shrugged at Timmy's unenthusiastic response, "I guess that it doesn't make too much sense. I'm sorry for bothering you. I should let you get back to your workout."
"You have nothing to apologize for and it isn't so much a workout as it is torture."
Aisha giggled, "What do you mean by that?"
"You see," Timmy sighed, "I have to pass some physical exam near the end of the month and the guys have taken it upon themselves to help me prepare. But honestly, at this point, I would rather just fail the physical exam and-"
"I could always help." Aisha cut Timmy off.
"What?"
"I come here every other day and we could always workout together."
"Every other day? Shouldn't I be working out every day?"
"Not if you want to completely exhaust yourself and collapse on the spot. You have to give your time body to rest and rebuild. However, since you are so pressed for time, we could focus on cardio and the guys can help you with strength training. I don't really know much about strength training. I just like to run."
Timmy exhaled with a scoff and rolled his eyes, "I couldn't ever imagine running for fun."
Aisha let out a laugh of her own, "It helps to clear my mind. I am sure that there is something that you do to unwind and relax."
"No, not really. I couldn't imagine clearing my mind."
"No wonder Tecna likes you." Aisha rolled her eyes. "Honestly, it's like the two of you have brains running 100 miles a minute. Well, now it is my goal to make you enjoy running and to clear that ginger head of yours."
"I thought the goal was to help me pass the physical?" Timmy smirked.
"Eh, why not have two goals? One more short-term and one more long-term. A two-fold approach if you will."
"Right..." Timmy looked at Aisha suspiciously, "good luck with that."
"I accept your challenge and I will see you the day after tomorrow. Oh!" Aisha reached into the pocket of her leggings and pulled out her phone, "Give me your number and we can coordinate a time and place to meet."
Aisha handed Timmy her phone where he put his number into her contacts. He saved the number to her phone and handed the small blue cellphone back to Aisha where she placed it back into her pocket.
"It was nice meeting you again, Timmy and I will see you later. Rest up! We have a long two weeks ahead of us."
Timmy walked out onto the track, dressed in a bright orange shirt and a pair of gray running shorts. He carried a water bottle and looked around to look for Aisha. He spotted her seated on the track, her legs outstretched in front of her and her body bent over them. Timmy made his way over to her and she rose to an upright position when his shadow cast over her body.
"Hi, Timmy," Aisha smiled as she looked up at him, this time it was Timmy who blocked the sun from her eyes, his orange hair looking like fire on top of his head. "I was hoping that you were going to show."
"Am I late?" Timmy asked as he looked down at his watch. It didn't say that he was late. In fact, he was on time. Was his watch wrong?
Aisha laughed, "No no no. Just giving you a hard time."
There was a moment of silence, Timmy clearly not amused by Aisha's teasing. She cleared her throat and her smile fell from her face.
"Do you want to join me?" Aisha asked as she patted a space next to her on the rubberized track.
"I thought that we were going to run?" Timmy asked as he looked down at the spot that Aisha had tapped next to her.
"We are, I just didn't know if you wanted to stretch with me."
"Stretch?"
Aisha's brow furrowed as she looked intently up at Timmy, "Why do you sound confused?"
"I just didn't-"
"Are you telling me that you don't stretch before you workout?" Aisha asked, in shock by the possibility that Timmy and the other Specialists did not stretch before they worked out.
"If you remember, I don't work out."
Aisha rolled her eyes and reached up to Timmy's pale hand and pulled him down, his ass colliding with the track.
"Ow!" Timmy exclaimed as he removed his hand from Aisha's to rub his bottom and the bottoms of his thighs.
"Start stretching. No wonder you were hurting the other day. If you don't stretch, you could seriously hurt yourself, Timmy." Aisha scolded.
Timmy looked over to Aisha and grumbled as he put his legs out in front of him and copied Aisha's movements.
"You have to stretch before and after each workout. You also have to make sure to work up to your workout and cool down."
"That sounds very involved." Timmy sighed as he continued to stretch. He watched as Aisha raised her arms above her head, her chest jutting out, her dark skin pressing against the neon green sports bra. He coughed and blushed, turning his head away from her.
"Why do I have to stretch my arms if we are only going to be running?" Timmy asked, bringing his mind back to the impending workout, not the athletic woman sitting right next to him. He liked Tecna, geeky Tecna, the Tecna who understood his geekiness as well. Even if his attraction was unrequited. He liked Tecna, not the curly-haired newcomer to the Winx.
But she was beautiful...
Aisha turned towards him again, lowered her arms and placing them behind her, leaning back on her hands. Timmy tried his best to avoid looking down at Aisha's bare and toned midriff and the way the bright green contrasted beautifully with her skin. Instead, he looked up towards the top of her head, feeling too awkward to make eye contact with her. Her curly hair was piled up on top of her head, a few loose pieces falling out and framing her face. Timmy had to concede that the wild curls also added to the attraction he felt for the woman seated next to him.
"We want the whole body to be loose. No tension held anywhere as we work out." Aisha answered Timmy's question.
It sounded logical enough to him.
Aisha fell onto her back and brought a knee up to her chest, the dark green of her leggings pulled even tighter to her legs and ass. Timmy had to do everything in his power not to look down, not to see the way that the stretchy material hugged her body.
Timmy followed her and fell onto his back as well and pulled his knee up to his chest. He heard a series of pops as he lifted his leg and tension in his knees subsided.
"I heard that," Aisha whispered, trying to hold back a giggle. "I bet that felt good."
"Yeah..." Timmy replied, his voice strained as he stretched.
"Good thing that we stretched. You can't mess up your body before your exam."
Timmy began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Aisha asked as she rose back up to a seated position.
"Even the name is ridiculous. 'Physical Examination'. It sounds like I am going to the doctor. A physical test? It's just all so frivolous." Timmy replied as he looked up at the sky.
Aisha stood up from her seated position on the track and held out a hand to Timmy, their positions familiar to the first time that she had run into him on the track a few days before. Timmy looked up to her and placed his hand in hers and felt her pull him up.
"As frivolous as it may be. I am pretty sure that there is a reason for it. I doubt that professors would want to sit through an examination that they didn't feel was necessary. I saw you at the attack on Red Fountain and you were effective. But maybe they just need proof, to make sure that you aren't slacking off and that you can be physically dependable on a mission."
Timmy looked at Aisha, her pink lips turned up into a smile. He was oblivious that he was still holding her hand. He quickly dropped it when he realized that he was holding it.
"Let's get training."
Another week had passed and Timmy felt more confident going into his physical examination with the physical department of Red Fountain. His training with Aisha had been slow at first but slowly had built up and by the end of each session, he was tired but he didn't feel that his insides were going to explode or that his limbs were going to snap off as he walked back to his dorm room. Aisha had proven to be an effective trainer, even just after four sessions.
He made his way back up to his dorm room to change from his clothes he had worn to the gym. Sky, Brandon, and Riven were there to help him with strength training and Helia had joined to work out as well. The rest of the guys had showered in the locker room and made their way to dinner. Brandon and Sky going on a double date with Stella and Bloom, Helia wanting to take a walk through the forest became dark, and Riven wanted to sneak over to Alfea, probably to make some desperate plea to Musa.
Timmy wanted to take a shower in their dorm, hoping that he could talk to Tecna for a bit before he went down to dinner.
Opening the door to the dorm room, Timmy began to strip as the door shut behind him. He pulled his phone out of his gym bag while simultaneously removing his clothes from his body and making his way into the bathroom. There was a message from Riven to the Specialist group chat, letting the guys know that he had made it onto Alfea property and asking the guys if they knew the dorm room number of the Winx. He was not going to respond to that. There was a message from Tecna, well more of a notification that she had made another move and that it was now his turn on the game that they had been playing. Timmy smiled as he made his next move.
There was one other message, one from Aisha.
A: Hey Timmy! I hope that you had a good workout with the guys today! I am going to be late to our training session tomorrow because of a group meeting for a potions assignment. Would you like to do some night running?
Timmy replied back as he turned on the shower.
T: Training went as well as it can with Riven, Sky, and Brandon leading it. Definitely prefer your methods. And a night run sounds alright. Are you sure that you won't get in trouble if you don't make it back in time before the barrier goes up?
Timmy set his phone down on the counter of the bathroom, telling himself that he would check it after he was done in the shower. He hopped into the shower and quickly began to wash. He hated smelling like sweat. One of the many reasons that he had decided to follow onto the path of engineering and not combat. That and because his skill set was much more suited for engineering. He wasn't Riven, Sky, or Brandon.
Once he had been sufficiently clean, he turned off the warm shower and stepped into the steamy bathroom. Timmy wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed his phone as he made his way into his room. He checked his phone and saw that Tecna had made another move. He opened his phone and headed towards the game app but was sidetracked when a ding sounded on his phone.
A: The barrier goes up later on Saturday. And I am glad that you are enjoying my training methods. I do expect to increase the intensity tomorrow.
Timmy smirked. He pulled out a t-shirt and his sleep pants and sat down on the edge of his bed.
T: I think I am going to be sick tomorrow. Sorry, I can't make it.
Timmy got dressed and ran the towel over his head. His hair stuck up and he looked in the mirror on the back of his door, comparing his straight, orange hair to the full, brown, curls on Aisha's head.
There was another ding.
A: I don't think so. I'll see you tomorrow at six.
T: Fine. See you then.
A: Oh, Tecna says to play her back.
Timmy rolled his eyes as he closed the message thread that he had with Aisha and opened the game that he had going with Tecna.
She was good but he was better. He quickly played a move, ending the game with Timmy as the victor.
Another ding sounded to his phone.
A: Tecna is not too happy about that last move that you made. Digit is helping her cope and plan the strategy for the next game.
Throwing his towel into the hamper along with the rest of his gym clothes that had been collected from the floor of his dorm room. Timmy fell onto his bed and it was then that he felt how sore he was.
T: She can strategize all she wants but I am still going to kick her butt. And you can tell her that I told you that. But the only strategy that I want to develop is how to combat the soreness in my body.
Timmy closed his eyes and his mind went straight the dull pain in his muscles. His body felt heavy but at the same time, the heaviness was soothing. He couldn't think of anything else other than the pain in his body and the oddly satisfying sensation that came with the pain. Is this what Aisha meant by a clear head? She made it sound euphoric. This feeling was satisfying but not euphoric. Did she like pain? What did she like?
Why did he care?
Another ding.
A: Hahaha, that's just your body's way of telling you that the exercise is working.
Timmy could hear Aisha's laugh and snark in his head. That was euphoric.
T: I doubt that is true but who am I to argue with my trainer?
A: That's right. No arguing with me. I am headed to dinner and then I have to finish some school work. I will see you tomorrow night.
T: See you tomorrow.
Timmy closed the message thread and saw that Tecna had sent him another game request, wanting a rematch. But that would have to wait. He was hungry, sore, and tired. Tecna would definitely wonder why he wasn't jumping to respond but he just wasn't in the mood. He closed his eyes and succumbed to sleep.
The sun was setting over the track as Timmy made his way outside. Once again, he came out wearing a white t-shirt and blue track pants, his water bottle in his hands. He saw Aisha bent over the track as she stretched. Timmy let out a soft groan as Aisha's ass was in the air, her neon orange leggings pulled tight over her perfect ass.
He had to stop in his tracks. He felt a tightening in his groin and he couldn't let Aisha see this. He couldn't let anyone see this. Aisha was not the object of his affections, Tecna was. But seeing her bent over like that did things to him.
Taking a few deep breaths, Timmy focused on something else, anything else to calm down the impending erection that threatened to tent in his pants. He thought about coding, about working on the OWL in the shop. He thought about being in the gym with the guys, the bitter smell of stale sweat filling the air. Yes. He was in the gym surrounded by nasty, sweaty...slick...panting...Aisha...
Timmy squeezed his eyes shut and put his hands over his pants, hoping to stifle any building erection and hoping to stop the thoughts in his mind of a sweaty Aisha panting in the gym. Her chest glistening from the sweat and her curly hair becoming a mane around her face. That green sports bra and leggings combo from their first training session bright against her skin. Her hands reaching down and slowly sliding down her leggings and...
He growled in frustration.
Stop it. He told himself. He didn't like Aisha. Never had, never will. But oh did he just want to throw her onto the track and plow his...nope.
"Timmy! Over here!"
Timmy looked up to see Aisha smiling and waving Timmy over. Her midriff bare again and the bright orange looked like fire against her skin and he had never seen anything so beautiful. She looked amazing and she was going to look better after she was covered in sweat.
He needed to sort himself out but he had been spotted. Timmy took another deep breath and swallowed whatever saliva in his mouth and walked over to Aisha.
Hot man sweat. Hot man sweat. Hot man sweat.
Timmy repeated that in his head like a mantra. Trying to recall the nasty smell of the locker room after he and the other Specialists put in a workout.
"There you are." Aisha smiled as she stretched her arm over her chest, crushing her breasts and pushing them up in her sports bra.
"Here I am." Timmy replied.
"You don't sound very happy about being here."
"I uh, just have a lot on my mind." Timmy said, not wanting to go too far into the reasons for his lack of enthusiasm. At least his lack of enthusiasm for running.
"Nothing that a run can't fix." Aisha giggled as she lifted her arms above her head to tighten the orange scrunchy that held her curly hair in a high ponytail. The wind caught her hair and he could smell sea salt and coconut. It smelled like Andros, like Aisha.
"Is there something wrong?" Aisha asked. She must have sensed Timmy's discomfort.
"What?"
"Well, you look a little distracted and...uncomfortable. Tecna mentioned that you didn't play her back last night. Is everything alright?"
"Oh, I just fell asleep. I wasn't kidding about being sore." Timmy let out a nervous laugh.
Aisha looked Timmy up and down with a critical eye, Timmy feeling scrutinized under her gaze. She raised her hand and curled it into a fist and placed it under her chin.
"Hmmm, you're still not getting out of today's workout."
Timmy slumped in defeat, really hoping to get out of the workout.
"Oh don't look at me like that." Aisha lowered her hand and placed her hands on her hips. "Start stretching while I go do a few warmup laps."
There was no way that he was getting out of this workout and he better save his breath for the workout. Timmy grabbed one of his legs and held it behind him, stretching his quads. Aisha gave him a small smile and nob before she gave one last stretch before starting a light jog on the track.
Timmy kept stretching as he watched Aisha clad in bright orange make her way around the track. He never realized how graceful that she ran, much different than what he suspected he looked like when he ran. She made running look so effortless while he was certain that his wheezing after running portrayed anything other than "effortless".
Her legs were long when she ran and her curly hair flew behind her as she ran, a few curls escaping the ponytail and framing her face. He knew that by the end of the night that those same curls would be plastered on her forehead and the side of her face. She rounded the corner and made her way back towards him as she ran down the long stretch of the track. Timmy put his head down and did his best to focus on how her chest bounced in the confines of her sports bra as she ran.
Se turned the track again and went for another lap, completely oblivious to Timmy's previous staring. His face had to be beet red at the moment as he thought about Aisha. He directed his attention back to his tightening crotch and let out a frustrated groan. He had to get it together.
Timmy turned around to face away from the track and resumed his stretching. He only had to make it one more week and he would no longer have Aisha as a trainer. He just needed to pass the test and then he could return to nights of sitting at his computer, learning more about the latest mechanical advances. He would no longer have to watch Aisha run around the track, her athletic body moving so gracefully, and her curly hair pulling him into their beautiful and wild pattern.
"Are you about ready?" Aisha asked through pants as she made her way back to Timmy. She jogged in place for a while, a smile on her face. How she ran with a smile on her face was beyond him. Was she always so beautiful in everything that she did?
Timmy rose to a straight position and quickly stretched his arms.
"Yes." came his short reply.
"Then let's get running."
Timmy fell back onto his bed. He had never been sore in all of his life and he was sure that he wouldn't be able to move in the morning.
"What happened to you?" Helia asked as he walked into the shared room with Timmy and Riven.
"Just got done with training." Timmy painfully groaned. He did his best to roll over on his stomach but he was certain that his muscles had stopped working.
"This late?" Helia asked as he placed his school bag on his desk chair.
"Yeah, Aisha had a meeting so we had to push back our run."
"Sounds like she really gave you a workout."
Helia walked over to his bed and sat on the edge before pulling out his phone and checking whatever notifications had come in. The door opened again and Riven came trampling in. Timmy let out a soft whine. Helia knew how to be quiet but Riven didn't seem to know what quiet was except when he was brooding. But even then, the silence was loud.
"Damn, Timmy," Riven smirked as he looked down at Timmy, "you look like you've been run down by a Levabike."
"Thanks, Riven." Timmy rolled his eyes. He reached up and took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand by his bed.
"Aisha's really kicking your ass, isn't she?"
Riven pulled off his sweaty t-shirt and threw it in his basket of dirty clothes. The smell of sweat momentarily filled the room as his shirt flew across Timmy's head. Where the Hell was that smell two hours ago when he was with Aisha?
"Yeah, but just more week."
There was a dinging that came from Timmy's pocket. He reached down and pulled out his phone from the pocket in his track pants. He looked at the illuminated screen and saw a text from Aisha, letting Timmy know that she got back to Alfea okay.
A: Made it back right before the barrier went back up. I know that you were worried that I was cutting it close. Though I have a feeling you just wanted to end the workout sooner.
Timmy let out a small chuckle before crafting back his message.
T: Guilty. I don't think that I am going to be able to move tomorrow.
"Tecna?" Helia asked as he looked over to Timmy.
"Uh..."
"Nah, it's probably Aisha." Riven butted in, "Apparently he and Aisha have been texting a lot."
"Oh really?" Helia perked up and crossed his arms over his chest.
Timmy rose up to a seated position on his bed and shot a glare towards Riven.
"It isn't anything like that. We usually just text to coordinate workout sessions."
"And what kind of workout are you talking about? The smile on your face tells me that there might be more than working out going on. What will Tecna think?"
Riven was really starting to piss him off.
"Just shut up, Riven."
Timmy looked past the rim of his glasses, his hazel eyes narrowed in a threatening glare.
"What?" Riven chuckled as he went over to his side of the shared closet and pulled out his things to shower, "It's obvious that you like Aisha. I mean, she's pretty hot and a badass athlete. Not someone that I thought that you would go for. I really thought that Tecna was more your speed. You should really tell Aisha that you like her and stop stringing Tecna along."
Sensing Timmy's building anger, Helia stood up and tried to diffuse the situation.
"Riven, I don't th-"
"I'm just calling it as I see it!" Riven threw up his hands, "Everyone is too pussy to say anything. You are fucking crazy for Flora, writing your poems and shit about her. I also have it on good authority that she is just as nuts for you as you are for her. So instead of dicking around in the forest meditating or fucking jacking off, maybe you should tell Flora you like her and maybe you won't have to use your hand anymore and that weird ass picture of Flora you drew."
Helia opened his mouth to protest but Riven quickly shut him down.
"Please, save your breath, dude. We all know what you do in the woods. You aren't too mysterious, buddy." Riven rolled his eyes and continued on his tirade.
"Brandon can't fucking commit to Stella, Bloom is going through her shit so she and Sky have been two of the most passive-aggressive people I have ever met. And you, Timster, have a fucking hard-on for Aisha but at the same time, feel this sense of loyalty for Tecna. Why? Because you have been playing each other in that stupid game for forever? Choose one and then move on, my friend. And if I were you, I'd choose Aisha because we all know she's flexible and could probably go for hours and has more hair to pull."
Riven didn't wait for either Helia or Timmy to respond as he marched into the shared bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Timmy sat on the edge of his bed, equal parts annoyed, angry, and dumbfounded at what Riven had just told him. Helia stood in the corner, his eyes wide and a smile on his face.
"What is so amusing to you?" Timmy seethed through his teeth.
Helia turned to face Timmy, his eyes glazed over as if in a trance.
"Do you really think that Flora likes me?"
Tonight was the night. The last night. After tonight, he was free. After tonight, he wouldn't see her again. At least alone.
She had to push back their final training again. Another meeting with her group for their project. Timmy wasn't upset by that but it was something about seeing her in the bright blaze of the sunset that made him want to jump into a river and float away with the current. The sun highlighted every curl on her head, exposed the contours of her lean muscles, and made her seem to glow brighter than the sun itself.
Timmy made his way onto the track and like the other night that they had met, they were alone. He liked working out during the day, more people meant more distractions. When working out with Aisha at night, the only two things to focus on were her or trying not to die when he ran. He wasn't sure which was more painful to think about.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw her. His heart threatening to beat out of his chest, an annoying occurrence that seemed to have happened everytime that they had met.
She was dressed in an aquamarine sports bra and leggings set. It looked like every other workout set that she had but the color of the blue was exquisite. Fitting for the fairy of waves. She was facing away from him, her arms above her head as she stretched. Timmy let out a quiet and pained whine as Aisha bent over and touched her toes. Why did he have to have such terrible timing?
Timmy had to concede to the fact that Aisha had the best ass that he had ever seen. Though, unlike Riven and Brandon, he did not spend a lot of time assessing the quality of butts on every female-fairy or witch-who crossed his path. But something about Aisha...
Blinking rapidly, Timmy shook his head and tried to get back to the more logical side of his brain. The better half. The half that liked Tecna, not Aisha. The half that scolded him for having such obscene thoughts about one new, cerulean-eyed member of the Winx Club.
He walked closer to where Aisha was stretching. The sooner he got there, the sooner that he would be done with the session and then done with training. He was confident at this point that he would at least pass the exam but in true Timmy fashion, he wanted to ace it. Timmy cleared his throat and Aisha quickly returned to a straight position, much to Timmy's relief and dismay. She turned around and her face lit up into a bright smile, the sunlight of the day's end illuminating every feature.
"Hey, Timmy! You're here!" Aisha welcomed him enthusiastically, just like she did for every session.
"Yep," Timmy shyly responded, "it's me. Not that it's really anything to-"
"Don't even finish that sentence," Aisha scolded as she took a step closer to him. Timmy tensed up as he could smell the familiar sea salt and coconut from her hair and skin. Aisha looked at him pensively.
"Is everything okay?" Aisha asked.
Timmy quickly schooled his features, something that a year of being Riven's roommate taught him how to do. His mouth then raised into a timid smile and he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Uh, yeah," came Timmy's reply, "just a little worried about what you might have in store for me tonight. Seeing that it is the last night and all."
Aisha let out a small laugh as she continued to stretch, her left arm raising and her right arm grasping the left, stretching the triceps. Timmy couldn't help but notice the way her exposed torso became elongated and her breasts lifted.
"That worried, huh? And to think, I was going easy on you."
She gave him a playful and teasing wink, a habit of hers that was beginning to drive Timmy crazy. A habit that had always managed to make his heart stop, though he was certain that she meant nothing by it. Still, every wink that she gave him caused some form of cardiac distress.
But he wasn't going to let her know that it affected him in that way.
"Easy? If that was easy, I don't think that I ever want to see challenging. It's bad enough that I thought that my legs were going to fall off every night and that I could feel my heartbeat through my ears."
Aisha placed her hands on Timmy's shoulder and then her chin on the top of her hands. She looked up at Timmy, her eyes wide and a pout on her face. If a wink caused Timmy's heart to flutter than touch was sure to cause cardiac arrest.
"Is there any way that you can forgive me?" Aisha pleaded, but even Timmy knew that she was just teasing him. Obviously, she felt no remorse for causing him so much pain as a result of the workouts that she had planned for them.
"I'll let you know if I pass the exam." Timmy responded with a scoff.
Aisha pulled her head back but her hands were still on Timmy's shoulder, "Now who is being hard on whom?"
Timmy laughed and pushed up his glasses. He took a step back and began to stretch as Aisha gave him a nod of approval. She was glad that he had fallen into the routine of stretching and that she did not have to constantly remind him to do so. She then did a few more stretches before running a few warm-up laps around the track.
Just like he had done every other time, Timmy watched Aisha jog as he stretched. Her hair tonight was up in a loose bun that seemed to bounce with every step that he took. A few curls came out of the bun and framed her face. Her cheeks grew a rosy pink color as she ran and her brown skin shone with the thin sheen of sweat that built on her body as she ran. But she still looked so at ease when she ran and every time, Timmy marveled at the young woman.
Aisha rounded the track and unlike all of the other times, Timmy forgot to avert his eyes. Drawn into the blue color of her outfit against her skin like being under some sort of spell. She wouldn't have spelled him? No. She couldn't have. She was confident, kind, and compassionate. Plus, Timmy knew that a spell wouldn't have enhanced his attraction towards her because there was no way that this forbidden attraction could get any stronger. If she really wanted to spell him, he would have asked for a spell that made him better at running so that he could pass his test. There was no way that she would have agreed to that.
She must have noticed him because Aisha stopped and placed her hands on her waist as she controlled her breath, "I know, I am not running as fast as usual. But don't judge me, I landed weird on my ankle during a training exercise last night."
Timmy snapped out of whatever trance that he was under, "And you didn't cancel?"
"And leave you hanging?" Aisha chuckled.
"I'm serious, Aisha!" Timmy exclaimed as he took an unconscious step towards her, "I don't want you to seriously injure yourself on my account. Aren't you the one always yelling at me to properly stretch and take even the 'easy' warmups and cool downs seriously? You should probably take your own advice."
"I'm fine, Timmy, really. Nothing that a few laps can't solve."
"Aisha..."
"I said that I am fine."
Aisha's usual smile fell and she turned around. She returned to her running around the track, Timmy now noticing the slight limp as she ran. There was no way that she was running with him.
Timmy marched to the edge of the track as Aisha made her way around the last corner again. As she made a move to pass him, he grabbed her arm, stopping her, and pulled her back towards him. She collided with his chest and quickly turned around.
"Let go of me, Timmy." Aisha looked up at Timmy, her gaze boring into Timmy's. But his state was just as intense.
"Only if you agree that I do all of the running tonight. You can train me from the sides just as effectively as running with me."
"Timmy..."
"If you run, I walk back inside and this training is over."
Timmy didn't know where this newfound confidence came from but wherever it came from, it was working. Aisha's gaze softened under the threat of Timmy's ultimatum. But then her pink lips formed a smile.
"I have a better idea," Aisha smoothly removed herself from Timmy's grasp and grabbed his hand, "Come with me."
"Why are we in the Red Fountain hangars?" Timmy asked as he and Aisha stood in the middle of the large warehouse-like building that housed the Red Fountain OWLs and a few occasional Levabikes that came in to be repaired.
Aisha didn't respond but she did let go of Timmy's hand. He watched as she ascended the large metal ramp into one of the OWLs.
"Aisha, what are you doing?" Timmy marched after her onto the metal ramp. "Nobody is supposed to be in here."
Aisha replied, her back facing Timmy.
"I am sure that Red Fountain's best mechanic student can be in here all he wants." Aisha turned her head as she crossed over the threshold into the OWL. "Tecna tells me that you sneak in here all the time."
"But-"
Aisha turned around as the two of them were inside of the OWL, "Is the issue that I am not supposed to be in here? Or that you don't want me to be in here. I bet that you have snuck Tecna in here."
"That's not...I haven't..." Timmy placed a hand over his face and took a deep breath, "I just don't want to get in trouble; to get you in trouble, Aisha."
Aisha gave Timmy a soft and sympathetic smile, trying to convey that she understood where he was coming from and letting him know that she didn't mean to accuse him of not wanting to spend time with her. It was rare that people did want to spend time with her so she was thankful that Timmy had put up with her training and playful teases.
"I just thought that we could do something else to work out other than run." Aisha said. For some reason, Timmy's mind went to a place that his mind hadn't gone in a while. Not since puberty when a girl in high school hugged him and her breasts were pressed against his chest, fully clothed but just as erotic to a fifteen-year-old Timmy.
"What did you have in mind?" Timmy did his best to keep his voice as strong and unwavering as he could. He didn't want to give Aisha any indication that his mind had taken a quick trip to a highly illogical part of his brain. But it was hard when she turned back around and bent over the console of the OWL's cockpit.
Hot man sweat. Hot mand sweat. Hot man sweat.
Timmy closed his eyes and focused on the mantra running in his head. He only opened them when he heard music filling the space. He then saw Aisha turn around and take a step towards him, after turning up the music, blasting it through the OWL. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the ship and back into the hangar, the music from the OWL filling the large warehouse.
"What are we-"
"It has been clear that I have not met my goal of helping you to clear your head." Aisha explained as she let go of Timmy's hand. "And I am, in your eyes, too injured to run with you so I thought that instead of running we would do my favorite form of cardio. Dancing!"
A wide smile brightened her face and her cerulean eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lights overhead in the hangar. Timmy became worried.
"I don't know how to dance."
"Everyone knows how to dance, Timmy. Maybe not well but everyone can dance, pending a disability. Is there a disability that I should be aware of? If so, I can turn off the music. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Does lack of rhythm count as a disability?" Timmy let out an embarrassed chuckle.
Aisha rolled her eyes and once again, took Timmy's hands in hers. She pulled him to the center of the large space in the hangar and let go once again. Aisha began to move to the beat of the music that played throughout the space. Just like her running, Timmy soon recognized that she also danced with a sense of effortlessness.
"How do you do that?" Timmy asked.
"Do what?" Aisha responded, her eyes closed as she still danced.
"You move with a grace and beauty that I don't quite understand that is honestly very frustrating."
Aisha opened her eyes and laughed, "I am a princess so I have been trained to move with grace and beauty."
"No," Timmy shook his head as he watched Aisha dance, his eyes transfixed on the way that her body moved, "I mean that there is something special about the way that you move that frankly draws me in. It's quite illogical actually."
Her body stopped as she looked at Timmy. Her eyes wide and the smile that was on her face slowly fell. Timmy began to worry.
"Timmy, I-"
"No, don't say anything else. I was just running away with my thoughts again."
She was silent for a moment; confusion was written all over her face as she looked at the ginger specialist. Timmy didn't like that look. If anyone should be confused, it should be him. Not knowing what he wants. Not understanding why he wanted something that his mind told him that he shouldn't. Timmy thought that reason would always eclipse the temptations that he would face in his life, that he could rationalize away the things that caused him to stray. That logic would always defeat irrational emotions and urges. But for the first time in his life, Timmy could not make sense of the attraction that he felt for Aisha.
"I am not very good at this whole socializing thing so I hope that I did not say anything that caused you discomfort." Timmy timidly looked down at his feet.
The music still played as Timmy and Aisha stood in silence. The tension was palpable as Timmy continued to cast a downward gaze at his feet.
"Would you like me to teach you to dance?"
Timmy looked up and saw Aisha closer to him, oblivious to the fact that she had made a move towards him. She smiled at him and Timmy felt his heart beat increase and he was sure that his skin had turned a violent shade of red.
A small giggle escaped Aisha's mouth and Timmy smiled. Even her laugh was beginning to cause him to light up on the inside.
"Just close your eyes and move to the music. Just sway back and forth."
Timmy followed Aisha's instructions, closing his eyes, finding the beat of the music, and beginning to move back and forth. He opened his eyes when he heard laughter from Aisha.
"What?" Timmy asked as he opened his eyes to see Aisha standing in front of him, a hand over her mouth as she did her best to cover the smile on her face.
"You move like a machine." Aisha pointed with the hand not covering her mouth to Timmy's hips.
"I, uh, I guess it comes with the territory. Not all of us can be the fairy of waves."
Aisha closed the gap between her and Timmy, her chest centimeters away from him. She looked up at him and he looked down at her. Timmy might have been oblivious at times but he wasn't blind. He knew that his face was just a breath away from AIsha's. Why was she so close to him? He could hear her breath hitch and her eyes moved back and forth rapidly. Was she just as taken aback as he was?
"Just..." Aisha's word hung in the air as she steadied her breath, "feel the music."
He was frozen where he stood. No matter how much the logical and rational part of his head told him to move-or at least move away from Aisha-there was something inside of him that felt like lead that compelled him to that spot. He was stuck. Chest to chest with a girl that he had no reason being interested in and Timmy was fairly certain that she had no interest in him.
But when he felt her lips on his, it was like sparks went off in his head.
Her lips were cool, like the water that she controlled. And her lips moved like waves above his. She tasted like sweet honey and mango.
After the initial shock wore off, Timmy raised his hands and placed them on Aisha's hips, feeling both the fabric from the top of her leggings and the soft skin of her midriff. How he had longed to touch the muscles of her torso and wonder what it would be like to touch something so beautiful. He thought that it would be like touching marble, her body built like the way that statues were constructed in the museums that he would attend with Helia when his roommates took away his "electronic privileges". But no. She was softer than anything he could imagine.
He moved his lips over hers to reciprocate. Though, much like his dancing, he surmised that Aisha was more skilled in this than he was. Not because she had more experience per se but because she was Aisha. Everything that she did was fluid, graceful, and beautiful.
But just as soon as the kiss started, Aisha pulled away, a look of horror across her face.
"I...I...I..." Aisha stuttered as she looked up at Timmy. Tears began to fill in her eyes as she turned her gaze away from Timmy and off to the side of the room.
"Was I not-"
Aisha cut him off with her ramblings.
"I shouldn't have...you and Tecna...she's going to be devastated..."
Timmy felt his chest clench at the mention of Tecna. They weren't officially together but everyone knew that there was something between the two tech lovers. With that kiss, had Timmy made the decision between Aisha and Tecna? He didn't kiss her, she kissed him. Had Aisha made the decision for him? Was there really a decision to be made when he was happy to see Tecna but everything about Aisha made him struggle to breath? It was like she was constantly pulling him underwater by how stunning she was. He had never felt that with Tecna.
"Aisha," Timmy removed his hands that rested on her hips and brought them to cradle her face, "Tecna and I aren't together if that is what you are worried about."
"But...but...but she really likes you and I kissed you knowing that she really likes you and I don't even know if you really like me. Hell, I don't even know if I like you but I just wanted you."
Timmy fought the urge to laugh. Want? Aisha wanted someone like him? A nerd who can barely run without passing out or throwing up, can't dance, and by his observation, was a shit kisser compared to Aisha.
"Wait, you wanted me?" Timmy asked.
Aisha met his gaze, her head still in Timmy's hands. She inhaled through her nose and with a shaky breath responded, "I do."
Not did, Timmy thought to himself, do. Did she still want him?
"Do...do you still..." Timmy's gaze transfixed on Aisha's.
She nodded softly in his hands.
"I know that it doesn't make any sense but I look forward to every moment that we spend together. I usually have to run around the track while you stretch because I don't think that I would be able to control myself around you if I just stood there. That is why I wanted to run with you tonight, no matter how injured I am." Aisha took a deep breath, "An injured ankle is much easier to fix than the pain that I would feel if you reject me. But here I am, waiting for you to tell me that I'm not-"
Timmy was out of his fucking mind. He had to be. Why else would he place his lips on Aisha's? Once again logic failed as his body moved without thinking. Everything in him told him to kiss her again, longing for the feeling of her lips on his, the sweet taste of her mouth.
She gasped as Timmy kissed her. He drank in the sound of the gasp and his hands moved from the sides of her face to weave through her curly hair. Much like her body, it was softer than he could have imagined. Thick like wool but smooth like silk.
The music still played in the hangar as Timmy and Aisha stood in the center of the large building, surrounded by ships and broken Levabikes. They pulled away for air.
"Aisha," Timmy sucked in whatever air he could get, "you have no idea how much I have wanted you. I know it hasn't been long and there is so much more that we need to know about one another. I know that this is the most illogical thing I have ever done but Aisha," he took in another breath, "I need you. If just for right now."
Aisha's pink lips were swollen from their kiss and her cheeks were flushed pink under the rich brown tones of her skin. More strands of hair had escaped her bun after Timmy's exploration. But at that moment, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Timmy wasn't an expert in beauty like Helia or Brandon. But he truly understood what it was when he looked down at Aisha.
"Tecna would be crushed..." Aisha softly replied. Her voice sounded unlike her usual confident bravado.
"Aisha-"
Aisha took a step back away from Timmy and turned her eyes to the floor.
"I can't. I won't do that to Tecna."
"Aisha, please-"
Aisha put her hands up and stopped Timmy from coming any closer.
"Don't." Aisha looked back up at Timmy, "I think that you are ready for your exam. Good luck, Timmy."
With that, Aisha quickly left the hangar, leaving Timmy to stand in the middle of the giant garage dejected and wondering what the Hell had happened.
"What did we tell you?" Brandon clapped the back of Timmy's back, "We told you that you were worrying for nothing."
A week had passed and Timmy had gotten the results back from his physical test. He had passed and even gained higher than expected marks on his flexibility and reaction time. He had passed every component of the exam which meant that Timmy was allowed to stay at Red Fountain and be part of the Specialists team. That also meant spending more time with the Winx. More time with Tecna. More chances to see...
She hadn't messaged him since that day and he had not seen her running the track at Red Fountain. He never thought that he would miss the smell of coconut and sea salt that much. Timmy also found himself adding honey and mango to his yogurt at breakfast. But it didn't taste the same as when he had tasted it on Aisha.
"This is cause for celebration," Sky smiled as he took a seat next to Timmy in the common room of their shared dorm pod, "we should invite the girls over."
"Hell yeah!" Brandon reached forward to give Sky a high-five.
"No," Timmy firmly said, "no celebrations. It's just an exam and I am ready to move on."
Timmy stood up and left the boys in the common room to his dorm room, shutting the door behind him. He made his way over to his desk and turned on his computer, ready to drown away any thoughts of girls and a specific water fairy.
The door to his door opened and without turning around, Timmy grumbled and urged the person to leave the room.
"Uh, fat chance, Timster," Riven scoffed, "it's my room too. And frankly, I'm not too keen on the energy that you are bringing to the room."
"You're one to talk, Mr. Sulking." Timmy retorted as he spun around in his chair. "And what do you know or care about energies anyways."
"Eh," Riven shrugged, "I guess that Helia is starting to rub off on me. Weird little fuck."
Timmy rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the illuminated computer.
"I haven't seen Aisha on the track this week. Have you heard from her lately?" Riven asked as he walked over to the closet to grab a towel and his things to shower. Timmy felt his stomach drop at the name of a certain fairy.
"No," came Timmy's short response, "I haven't."
"Ya scare her off, Timster?" Riven laughed.
Timmy didn't respond. He didn't want to get into the reasons that Aisha might have become so distant. He didn't want to tell Riven about how Aisha had kissed Timmy in the hangar and how he had kissed her back. He especially didn't want to talk about how he had asked Aisha to be his for the night. Whatever the Hell that meant? What would he have done if she had said yes? Well, he didn't need to think about it because she said no, nothing happened, and he probably ruined any chance of a friendship with her. All because emotions beat out logic. There was no way that he was going to let that happen again.
"I'm gonna go with that you told Aisha how you felt and she got scared."
Timmy quickly turned in his chair.
"Don't give me that look," Riven folded his arms across his chest, the towel that he was holding dangling in his grasp, "Your phone used to go off all the time with Aisha's messages and you would get this dumb smile across your face. Now when your phone goes off you don't seem as...excited."
"Riven, I don't want to-"
"Everyone knows that Tecna is head over heels for you and if you said anything to Aisha, she probably freaked out. That's gotta be uncomfortable for her, man."
Timmy sighed, "I didn't mean to tell her. I thought that I could go through our little training and get over whatever it is that I feel for her."
"But your dick took over, right?"
"No!" Timmy exclaimed, "Not like that!"
"Then what happened?" Riven asked.
Timmy looked Riven up and down, surprised that he was so interested. There had to be some kind of ulterior motive. Sensing Timmy's suspicion, Riven sighed and rolled his eyes.
"If it makes you feel better," Riven stepped closer to Timmy and lowered his voice, "at the end of last year, I hooked up with Flora."
Timmy's eyes widened.
"What about Mus-"
"Musa and I weren't and still aren't dating. Neither are you and Tecna. Flora wasn't and still isn't attached and neither is Aisha."
"That's different," Timmy replied, "Helia wasn't in the picture and at that time Musa hated you. Aisha doesn't want anything to do with me because she knows Tecna likes me. I should just forget about Aisha and just focus on my studies and starting something with Tecna."
"Jeez, Tim," Riven scoffed, "you didn't need to remind me about how Musa hated me."
"At least she doesn't hate you now." Timmy smirked, "Now she just dislikes you."
Riven narrowed his eyes at Timmy, "I oughta smack those glasses off your smug face."
Timmy shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Look, Timmy," Riven backed away and looked down at Timmy, "you're gonna be okay. Whatever happens will all blow over and it's better that you got everything off your chest and out in the open. It's better to live a more open and...oh God, I really have been spending too much time with Helia. Remind me to kick his ass the next time I see him."
"I'll put it in my reminder book."
"I'm gonna take a shower and I suggest you just forget about all of this. Tecna still likes ya and Aisha's too cool for you anyway. But I do have to say that she looks like she would be amazing in bed."
"Just go take your shower."
Riven laughed as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Timmy heard the sound of running water from the shower and he once again returned his attention back to the computer. He began working on school work, taking occasional breaks to play Tecna back in their ongoing online game. However, Timmy's mind was reeling with the thoughts of Aisha.
There was no way that he was getting any work done in this state of mind.
Shutting off the computer, Timmy stood up from his desk chair and made his way over to his drawers and pulled out a pair of blue sweatpants and a light gray t-shirt. Getting changed, Timmy grabbed his water bottle and made his way out of the dorm room.
He stepped outside and made his way over to the track. Who would have thought that he would seek out running? Maybe Aisha had more of an effect than he had thought.
He heard panting come closer and closer to him. He turned around and looked out at the track to see Aisha running around the track, the light of the sunset illuminating her body and casting a large shadow over him as she passed by the sun. Her ankle must be doing better, he thought to himself. She wore another one of her matching sports bra and leggings set, this time, an olive green color.
Timmy swallowed whatever saliva that he had in his mouth. This was the first time that he had seen her since their last training night in the hangar. The last time that he saw her, he had desperately tried to get Aisha to stay with him and she ran away. But now she was here, the only one out here, running around the track. Her body glowed under the light of the setting sun and her body shined with a thin layer of sweat that built on her body.
A voice inside of his head screamed at him to go back inside, tinker with one of the broken down Levabikes and to abandon his plan of running. But Timmy couldn't stop his legs from moving to the track. The rational part of his brain told him that he would have to face Aisha eventually, whether that be alone or with the Winx and other Specialists. Better to face her for the first time alone rather than along with the scrutinizing eyes of the other members of the Winx and Specialists.
Timmy walked to the edge of the track and began to stretch. Aisha's footsteps became louder and...slower. Soon, the footsteps stopped.
"I...I..."
Timmy turned around and looked up to see Aisha standing in front of him. She panted and her chest heaved up, down, and out as she breathed. Timmy tried to look anywhere but her expanding chest. He looked at her face and her eyes darted back and forth from him and the exit of the track. Was she thinking of leaving?
"I can go..." Aisha completed her sentence.
"No," Timmy said a little too quickly to be seen as nonchalant, "I mean, you don't have to. Unless you want to. I just..." Timmy took a deep breath, "please, stay. Don't leave on my account."
"Timmy..."
Timmy shut his eyes and took a deep breath in through his nose, "Fine, then I will go."
As he turned around, Timmy felt a hand wrap around his wrist. He turned his head to look back, looking past the red frame of his glasses. Aisha eyes were on his feet and a deep frown was on her face. She quickly let go of Timmy's wrist.
"I don't want things to be weird between us, Timmy." Aisha whispered.
"They aren't, Aisha."
Aisha looked up and her face soured, not buying Timmy's statement. If there was one thing that Aisha brought to the Winx Club was that she was the fairy that could read through the bullshit.
Timmy sighed and looked down, "I know, we should talk about what happened."
"We should." Aisha's facial features softened, "I am sorry for not reaching out earlier. I have been thinking."
"About?"
Aisha sighed, "About you, Timmy. About Tecna. About us."
"Us?"
Timmy took a step closer to Aisha and softly grabbed her hand. Her hands were cool, once again reminding him how much she was like water, the element that her magic controlled.
"I don't know how I feel about you, Timmy, but I know that I can't get you out of my head. I think about that kiss all the time and..." Aisha looked into Timmy's eyes, " try as I might, I still want you..."
Timmy's body stiffened and straightened up.
"But I can't do that to Tecna. Everyone knows how much she likes you and I don't know how I feel about you-"
"You owe nothing to Tecna. I want you and you want me. Sure Tecna and I talk but only as friends would talk. But Tecna is not the one that I am thinking about at night, nor the face that I see when I close my eyes." Timmy leaned down and whispered into Aisha's ear, "Your face and body is also the one that gets me...excited."
Aisha's eyes widened. She never thought that the timid and nerdy Timmy would confess something like that to her.
"We don't have to put a label on this?" Aisha asked.
"No." Timmy answered.
"And Tecna wouldn't know?" Aisha seemed unsure in her question. She was always telling her friends to be honest and open with the people that they cared about. Just the other day she was urging Flora to be open and honest with Helia. Now she was about to do something that if she were to be "open and honest" about it, it would destroy Tecna and she would quickly be labeled as a terrible friend.
"I wouldn't tell her unless you wanted me to."
Timmy chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Aisha asked.
"I just...I never thought that I would be in this situation." Timmy shook his head, "That two people would ever want me. I mean, look at me. I never thought that someone as cool, confident, and beautiful as you would want some awkward nerd who can barely run without wanting to collapse. What do you even see in me anyway?"
"I have gotten to know a lot about you when training and I find your nerdiness to be...cute."
"Cute?" Timmy arched an eyebrow.
Aisha let out a soft giggle before taking a step towards Timmy, leaning into him and placing her hand on Timmy's abdomen.
"There was also a day that you lifted up your shirt to wipe the sweat from your brow and I might have gotten a little turned on."
"Really?"
"Nothing better than a self-described nerd with a nice body."
"Ha, I've never been complimented on my physique before. Those are usually saved for Riven and Brandon."
"Huh?" Aisha cocked her head to the side before giving a slight shrug, "So Tecna is the only other girl that I need to worry about?"
Timmy laughed and shook his head. He lowered his face, his lips softly connecting with Aisha's. There was a moment of stillness before Timmy felt Aisha's lips slowly move across his. As the kiss became more open and more heated, Timmy placed his hands on Aisha's waist. Her skin cool under the thin layer of sweat. He had an idea.
Pulling away, Timmy looked down at Aisha's face, her full lips puffy from the kiss and her eyes hooded.
"I have an idea..."
The locker room filled with steam as the hot water poured down from the showerhead. If Timmy thought that Aisha looked amazing in her workout clothes, she was breathtaking in the nude and covered with soap.
Feeling the sweat on Aisha's skin, Timmy found a way to kill two birds with one stone. A shower for Aisha to clean off and she gladly let him join her. He wasn't top of the class in academics for nothing.
Aisha was the first to strip as they had entered the empty locker room. She turned on the water and stepped inside.
"Are you going to join me?" she asked in a teasing tone. Timmy quickly stripped, grabbed a bottle of soap from the locker that he used, and stepped inside of the shower.
He wasted no time in opening up the bottle of soap, the smell of mint and warm herbs filling the air. Timmy squeezed the bottle and clear liquid fell into his hand.
"You know that I am perfectly capable of washing myself, Timmy." Aisha snickered as she wrapped her arms around Timmy's neck. Her curly hair wet and pushed back from her face and sticking to her back. He placed a quick kiss on her lips as he placed his soap-filled hand on her hip. He began to rub his hand up her side, a small moan escaping from her lips.
"I know, but I think that you will like this better." Timmy replied through the kiss.
"Oh you do?" Aisha teased.
"I do, and I am hardly ever wrong."
Timmy's hands began to move up Aisha's body, tracing every curve and lathering her body even more. The smell of coconut and sea salt was replaced by his scent. Timmy felt a pang of sadness knowing that Aisha's tropical and calming scent was replaced by his own, but it was a small price to pay for having the chance to touch Aisha so intimately.
As he lathered Aisha's body, she moaned into his mouth. He felt her arms unwrap from around his neck and trail down his chest, her fingertips dragging down his abdomen until he let out a small gasp as he felt her hand grip the length of his hard member.
Timmy's hands stilled on her shoulders as he braced himself when Aisha's hand began to pump his shaft.
"Aisha..." Timmy moaned out her name.
Moving his hands from her shoulders, Timmy firmly grasped Aisha's waist and pushed her against the wall. Her hand dropped from his cock as her back slammed into the tile of the locker room shower. Timmy silently prayed that the showers had been cleaned recently. Aisha did not seem to be too worried about it as she returned her hand around his dick and lifted her leg.
Aisha let out a soft moan mixed with a whine as she began to rub his wet tip along her slit.
"Timmy...please..." Aisha softly pleaded as she began to move her hips, desperate for Timmy.
Lowering his hands, Timmy wrapped his arms around the back of Aisha's thighs and lifted her body off of the wet floor of the shower. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he held her up, supported by the wall against the back. While he was glad that he got in shape to be able to pass his exam, he was even more thankful that he was able to easily pick Aisha up and hold her. Maybe the guys were onto something by how much time they spent in the weight room.
With his cock still in Aisha's grip, Timmy felt Aisha manipulate his member so the tip sat at the warm entrance of her vagina. God, he was going to cum just by that sensation alone and he hadn't even fully entered her. No, not now. He couldn't finish before they started.
With a swift jerk of his hips, Timmy slid his cock into Aisha's wet and warm core. He stilled as his tip hit Aisha's cervix, going as far as he could go. Timmy released a breath that he didn't know that he was holding in and slumped his head against Aisha's shoulder.
"Timmy?" Aisha asked through a moan, concern lacing her voice.
"Just give me a minute."
"Is everything alright?"
"Yes, but I think that I might have...died?"
Aisha's giggles filled Timmy's ears, the movement from the laugh causing the muscles of her vagina to pulse against his penis.
"Stop. Giggling." Timmy moaned.
"And what are you going to do if I don't?"
"Is that a challenge?" Timmy asked as he raised his head, his eyes meeting Aisha's.
"Think of it more as curiosity." Aisha answered, a corner of her mouth tilting up into a coy smirk.
Nah. He was going to think of it as a challenge.
He pulled out slightly and with a snap of his hips, thrust back inside of Aisha. She yelped and Timmy did his best to hold back a laugh. He loved it when Aisha challenged him during their training sessions but this was probably his favorite challenge yet.
As he continued to thrust inside of Aisha, her pants and moans began to mix with the sound of the shower water hitting the floor.
"Mmmmm...Timmy..."
Timmy felt his core begin to tighten, his testicles threatening to retract back into him. God she was so tight, tighter than her body. Once again, Timmy had to come to terms that besides health reasons, maybe this whole working out thing had some benefits.
"Fuck, Aisha, you are so fucking tight." Timmy groaned.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah...Timmy..."
Timmy felt Aisha's nails start to dig into his back, pressing into his shoulder blades. He would surely have red marks on his back that he would have a very hard time explaining. No way that he would be able to change in his room if Riven or Helia were in there. But Timmy would know that the marks were there and remember holding Aisha in his arms as he fucked up into her.
"Oh shit...I am going to...mmmm...yes, yes, yes, yes, FUCK YES!" Aisha yelled.
Suddenly, Timmy felt his cock being squeezed by the muscles of Aisha's tight pussy. The tightness in his abdomen and balls threatened to explode as Aisha's pussy tightened around him. He thrusted faster and harder, his mind clouded with the feeling of Aisha and the sight of Aisha's blissed-out face as she rode out her orgasm. Timmy was now chasing his own orgasm.
"Aisha, shit, you're going to make me...fuck..."
Timmy snapped his hips with a maddening pace that all semblance of any type of pattern was lost. Aisha began to grow limp in his arms as she came down from her orgasm. Timmy almost felt bad but he was so close. So fucking close.
Aisha's curly hair was plastered against her shoulders, her face red from exhaustion, and her body glistened under the water that fell from the shower. She was gorgeous and Timmy wondered if there was anything or anyone who could compare. He had made her come. Him. Never in his wildest dreams would Timmy think that he would be the one to bring someone like Aisha pleasure. But here he was, in the shower, plowing into a spent Aisha.
Timmy's hips snapped up one more time and with that thrust, the tightness in his balls and stomach ruptured, sending a shock wave through his body. He held Aisha tight to his body as he came inside of her. He panted and grunted through his orgasm. Lowering his head to Aisha's shoulder, he bit down, doing his best to muffle his cries of ecstasy. The muscles of Aisha's vagina unconsciously pulling out every last drop of his release.
The two of them remained in their stilled and exhausted positions. Aisha's arms loose around Timmy's neck and Timmy's cock softening and falling out of Aisha. The only sounds that could be heard were the noise of the shower and their soft pants.
"Aisha...I..." Timmy did his best to find the words. His head still nestled on Aisha's shoulder but his mouth removed from his hold on her brown skin.
"Yeah..." Aisha sighed, also at a loss for words.
Timmy lifted his head and brought his gaze back to Aisha's face. The red color turning a soft pink but her eyes lidded and her lips still puffy. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Reaching behind him, Timmy turned off the shower and stepped into the cold air of the locker room, Aisha still wrapped around his body. He walked over to his locker and grabbed two towels. One to lay on the cold, metal bench, and the other to wrap around Aisha's now shivering body.
Timmy sat down on the towel, Aisha still in his arms on his laps, wrapped in the fluffy orange towel. Her head was on his chest.
"I think that I missed curfew." Aisha quietly remarked before a soft laugh escaped her lips.
"I could always hack into the Alfea system-"
"It's Faragonda's magic." Aisha cut him off.
"I was saying I could hack into the system to create a diversion. Or," Timmy craned his head to look down at Aisha, "you could always spend the night here at Red Fountain."
"Here? But where would I sleep?" Aisha's head lifted from Timmy's chest.
"You could take my bed." Timmy shrugged. He reached up to take off his glasses to rub away the water from the shower. He had never been so happy to pay extra for the glare and fog proof lenses.
"What would the others say?"
"I'll just tell them that you were working out and that you missed the curfew. I was out on the track and I said you could crash in my bed. We can just omit the part with us taking a shower together and what happened during said shower."
Aisha thought before opening her mouth to speak, "Sounds logical enough."
Timmy smirked, "I thought that was what I was supposed to say."
Aisha shrugged, "You're not the only one who picked up some new 'skills' during our training sessions."
There was another comfortable moment of silence before Aisha spoke up.
"And nobody has to know?" Aisha asked, her confident voice hushed.
Timmy pulled her in tight to his chest again and held her close.
"Not if you don't want anyone to know. But I would be proud to say that someone like you would ever give someone like me the time of day."
Aisha lifted her head to place a soft kiss on Timmy's cheek.
"Me too. I would love to walk around Alfea and have everyone know. But..."
A certain purple-haired fairy popped into Timmy's mind.
"Yeah, I know." he sighed, "I hope that this won't be the last time."
"It's inevitable that you and Tecna are going to date at some point. Call it intuition but we all know it is eventually going to happen. But until it does, this doesn't have to be the last time. I really enjoyed it. Best workout ever."
Timmy's face brightened as a smile spread across his face.
"Come on," Timmy stood up, Aisha still in his arms, "let's get you dressed and up into bed."
Once again, I had no idea how to end this. I need someone to teach me how to write endings lol. I could honestly go on forever. As always let me know what you think!