Adrenaline
Running through the drill, by now almost second nature, Syd was acutely aware of Jack's eyes on her, following her every move as she moved around the room. She didn't usually practice her fencing with an audience and today had been no exception. Until Jack had shown up out of nowhere, that is. She didn't let it throw her off though - fencing was a highly skilled ability, one that required strict discipline, and contrary to popular belief, she had a lot of self-discipline; she'd had little choice but to learn it growing up. When she finished the drill, instead of moving onto the warm down like she'd planned, she went straight into another drill, albeit a shorter one. Let Jack watch if he wanted to.
And apparently he wanted to, not moving from his casual lean against the wall but also never taking his eyes off her. Smirking inwardly Syd slowed down a little, curious as to how far she could push him before he snapped. Drawing out the warm down was a no-brainer as well and she pretended to ignore the way his hands clenched at his sides as she stretched, relaxing the muscles. Despite the warm down, though, the adrenaline still flooded through her, only intensifying when she noticed the heat in Jack's eyes as they roamed over her.
Sliding the practice sword back into its sheath she turned to put it in her bag so it could be returned to the locker, but she only got as far as dropping it into the bag before she had hands on her waist spinning her round to rest flush against Jack's chest. Sliding her hands up and under his jacket she smiled in triumph at the low growl in the base of his throat, just before his mouth found hers, his kisses as hungry as his wandering hands.
Pulling out of his grip, she ignored the outraged protest to give him a seductive smile as she turned to head into the shower. She wasn't at all surprised that he followed her in.