Working Out Some Tension

A/N Sorry, this is kind of a disgrace. I don't know why Mark is such a dork, I tried so hard to make him sexy. Okay as I wrote this it got easier. This one is for the ladies. Don't hate me for the cat simile.

The Gym, Seattle 2009

Mark saw her at least once a month. The perky young brunette who ran 5k every so often, stretched and then ran two more just for fun. It wasn't creepy that he watched her, he called it polite monitoring. He was interested in her technique. Yes, the technique she used to bend over and pick up her water bottle from the floor beside the treadmill. He was thinking of asking for her number. So when she came over to him one day, he couldn't resist flirting just a little.

"Hi," she said in a very preppy tone. It was the start of her workout and she was yet to break a sweat. She was holding her water bottle in one hand, and a set of ear plugs in the other. She looked very ready to work out. He wondered why she was talking to him.

"Hello?" He questioned the air and smiled. He peered down at her from his six feet and one inch.

Lexie smiled and folded her arms, "I saw you were over here using the weights, can you show me how to use them?"

He spluttered before answering, putting on his most charming smile. "Sure," he guided her towards the industrial looking machine thinking she looked a little too small to handle it. She sat down and he taught her how to push the bars forward, lifting up the weights on either side. As she worked out he leaned over her shoulder and encouraged her. His lips parting as he inhaled her sweet and salty smell. His mouth was so close to her neck that he could reach out and kiss her if he wanted to. And boy did he want to.

Every time she did a rep she let out a small moan. A mouse-like sound of pleasure that was making him flush. After an hour of painful restraint on his part, she turned around and said thanks but she needed to go and clean up because she was sweating like a pig. She caught his eye for a moment before she left, she smiled and bit her lip and then turned around and walked off towards the changing rooms.

Mark stared after her for a few seconds. Should he follow her? Was that what she had been hinting at all afternoon? Surely she knew how to use that machine by herself, she didn't really need him there. She'd wanted him there.

He found her in the shower, a pile of Lycra neatly folded on the bench beside it. She was humming to herself and washing her hair, he knew he shouldn't be in here. But there was something about her, there was no one around and he thought they'd had a connection. Stop thinking, he told himself as he pulled off his sweaty shirt and threw it at the bench. He stripped of his shorts, socks and shoes, not folding anything. He walked into the open shower and pulled her to him from behind. She gasped loudly and turned around.

"Hey," he said. His voice was a low sultry growl. His hands drifted up and came to rest on her shoulders.

"Um, what are you doing?" She said pointedly, trying desperately hard to pull away from him. Trying to act appalled and annoyed that he was destroying her privacy. But she couldn't find it inside herself to do that. Whilst he was brimming with shame and trying to come up with an explanation, she leaned forward and kissed him. Her arms wrapping around his neck and tugging at the hairs at the back of his head. He leaned into her kiss and slid his tongue into her mouth. He felt himself hardening against her, her fingers like tiny hotplates against his washboard skin.

He put his mouth on her neck, leaving round spots of red. They would hurt later. Just like her aching muscles. But Lexie didn't care about any of that. Having sex with a stranger wasn't exactly what she had planned on doing with her day, but there was something about him that drew her eye. She'd been watching him for a while, wondering how he would feel inside her. She let his lips run wild with her neck while she reached down and caught his length. He let her hand glide over him until she hit the tip. His gritted his teeth with restraint and opened his eyes. She waited for his consent, so he looked at her and nodded. Then she brought his face down to hers once more.

He licked her lips. Pulling her legs up and around his waist, he slid into her. She was wet from all the exertion and her body was slick from the shower. As she bounced up and down, impaling herself deeper and deeper, she thought about how good this was. She needed to let everything go and just relax. Let a man fuck her until she saw stars. He took a step forward and her back hit the wall. She let out a gruff sound of effort as he continued to pound her.

"W-What's your name?" She said in a breathy outpour.

"Mark," he replied slowing for a moment until he caught his breath back. The steam was crowding them, forming a impenetrable wall. Which was a good job because this was steamy as hell.

"Lexie." She said before launching herself back into him. He repositioned so that he was grinding himself against her clit with every thrust. "oH" she moaned, looking up at the ceiling as her head began to roll back. It was like he knew all her soft spots. Every place she was liable to pleasure, every place that immediately reduced her to indecipherable noises. He kept hitting her clit, plunging inside her like some sort of animal. She lent her chin on his shoulder until he came, her teeth digging into his skin which only spurred him on. He kept on for a few more turns until he was spent.

She came down slowly. He brought her to the ground softly, holding her to his chest. She didn't say anything for a long while. But she felt his hand reaching downwards, his fingertips brushing across her folds. She mumbled something into him that he didn't hear.

"You didn't finish," he said, "I like to make sure my lady finishes before I leave." She smiled, her head against his chest. She kissed him lightly as he began to finger her. Her moans were getting lost in his throat, he grinned against her lips as his fingers hitched up and circled her clit. She pressed her forehead to his chest and bit her lip, this was not a seduction. This was her. She'd already gotten him, but she got something else too. This wasn't just a quick fuck, he cared about her.

Her climax came not too long later. His gentle rubbings sped up and increased their intensity, she wasn't sure how he was doing it but it was like he was teasing the orgasm out of her. Like some sort of snake charmer. Pied piper. Genie. When she started to let little 'oh' sounds and grip him a little harder, he took it as his cue to start kissing her neck again. Just the way she liked it. His other hand keeping a steady grasp of her breast, her nipple rolling between his thumb and forefinger. When she came it was gentle, she was like a cat being stroked, she just purred.

When Mark finally switched off the water, the steam still lapped around them. They slowly pulled themselves away from each other and dried off. There was a relative comfortable silence in the sticky room. Lexie couldn't help stealing a few glances towards him as he did up the zipper on his jeans. He stood and waited for her at the door and lead her out to the parking lot.

"So I had a lot of fun in there," Lexie said. "Maybe you could give me your number," he smiled and pulled out his phone. He didn't normally do this - lick up random women from the gym. But it felt different than that, maybe it was time for him to give up the long game, stop picking up women in bars, and the office. Maybe it was time to start something fresh. So he put his number in Lexie's phone and called her the next day when he got bored at work.