Bench
"This thing isn't even sharp," Sam frowned, examining Freddie's fencing sword.
"Well, yeah," Freddie said. "Otherwise fencing would be extremely dangerous."
"And wouldn't that be a shame," Sam said, rolling her eyes. She sat down on one of the benches in the gym. "So go on. Teach me how to fence."
"It's a pretty simple concept," Freddie said, tossing Sam some of his smaller armor that he used when he was first starting out. "You basically just have to get the most touches on your opponent. Now of course actually doing that is a lot harder than it sounds. It takes skill and strategy and-"
"Blah, blah, blah," Sam interrupted, pulling her hair back. "Let's just do it." She pulled on her fencing mask.
"Okay," Freddie said, putting on his own mask. "We'll do three touches."
"Fine with me," Sam said. "You'll lose quickly, at least."
Freddie chuckled. "En guard."
"Just say go," Sam told him.
"Fine. Go."
Sam was actually pretty good, considering this was her first time picking up a sword, Freddie saw, but he was still able to block her easily, and in less than thirty seconds he had his first point.
"See, now aren't you glad the swords aren't sharp?" Freddie asked.
"Oh, shut up."
They both began again, and again, Freddie got another touch on Sam.
"Just one more and I win," Freddie grinned though his mask.
"Yeah, like that will happen," Sam said.
But Freddie got yet another point, making him the winner.
Sam took off her mask and went back to the benches.
"Good game," Freddie said, joining her.
"Fencing is stupid," Sam mumbled.
"It's an Olympic sport," Freddie pointed out, amused.
"So is curling, are you going to tell me that's not stupid either?"
"You just don't like it because you lost," Freddie grinned. "And more importantly, I won."
"I let you win," Sam said, crossing her arms. "Thought it would be to embarrassing for you to have your girlfriend beat you in your little sport."
Freddie gave her a look.
"Fine, you won fair and square," she sighed.
"Thank you," he said, satisfied.
"But you know I can still cream your guts in any other form of fighting," Sam said.
"I know you can," Freddie laughed, putting his arm around her. "But you know, you're actually not too bad at fencing."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Of course you're no where near my level, but maybe with some lessons, you could improve."
"Are you going to be the one giving me these lessons?" she asked, smiling.
"If you ask me nicely."
Sam shook her head, laughing. "Alright. Would you, my hot, fencing-master of a boyfriend please give me fencing lessons?"
"That was the most sarcastic thing I've ever heard," Freddie said.
Sam put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. "Please, for me?"
"Well, when you put it that way…" he smiled. "Absolutely. Come on." He tossed Sam her fencing sword. "First thing you need to work on is holding the sword right."
"Don't you maybe want to take a break before we start?" Sam asked.
"Hmm," Freddie said, catching on as he sat back down next to Sam. "A break wouldn't hurt, I guess." He leaned in and kissed her soft lips. "Wouldn't hurt at all."
