The Clone's resolve to break things off with Dreya lasts exactly five minutes into their next training session. This class, Nessa Tandros leads them through some hand to hand combat maneuvers. Later, she promises, they'll add biotics. Seeking out a new training partner, the Clone finds none. No one in the class seems wants to deal with Ana Field's antics.
"Hey, I'm over here." Dreya says wryly from behind her.
"Oh, right." The Clone turns around, smiling slightly. Shit, she thinks.
"I haven't heard from you since last week." Dreya's smirk vanishes for the first time since the Clone's met her. "Was it something I said?"
"What?" The Clone's heart hammers in her chest. She should think of a lie. This would be her chance to do what Hope wants. Instead she says, "No. No! I was just busy."
"Busy doing what?" Dreya draws her left foot back and raises her arms into a fighting stance.
The Clone mirrors her, the truth glaring in her mind. Researching Commander Shepard and her sexual history. What she says isn't that different. "Watching vids." She manages to blush.
"Must have been the good kind." Her partner's aims a one-two punch. "Any recommendations?"
She ducks and weaves to avoid it, sweeping Dreya's legs. "Not really."
Dreya darts out of the way. "Uh huh. They must have been good if they kept you so distracted."
Ana is about to lie again when she hears the tell-tale sound of a biotic warp. Her body races across the room at breakneck speed, nearly knocking over two of her classmates. "Sorry!" She mutters. How in the hell-? She's about to try it again, on purpose this time, when she feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up… and then her body is pulled spread-eagle towards the ceiling. Singularity.
Taking her time, Dreya walks over with a grin on her face. "I knew you had it in you." She stops inches from Ana's face. "You're just a little out of practice, that's all." The field finally drops her, and she falls into Dreya's arms. Her touch is warm and soft, and suddenly the Clone's heart is pounding in her ears. Dreya tilts her head and leans her face toward hers. Their noses brush against one another and—
"If you're planning to grapple, I suggest you do so on the mats." Tandros stands a foot away, watching them with her arms folded.
Ana jumps out of Dreya's arms, shocked that the implants gave her no warning of their instructor's approach. Before Dreya can say anything, Ana cuts in "We were drilling a takedown, actually."Dreya's eyes narrow at her, and the Clone sees her gaze travel up and down her body as if she's seeing her for the first time.
Tandros nods. "Alright. Show me."
For once, the Clone finds her implants helpful, as they supply her with a suitable maneuver. She steps towards Dreya, nearly within kissing range, but instead of pressing her lips to hers, Ana hooks her arm under Dreya's armpit and grabs the top of her shoulder. Slipping her calf between Dreya's legs, she swings them to the ground, swinging her other leg behind her for the cinch. Dreya huffs a laugh.
"Well done." Tandros nods as Ana helps Dreya back up. "Try not to hesitate next time. Moves and counter moves, remember?"
Ana nods, holding her sigh of relief until Tandros has found new prey to pick on.
"Nice." Dreya leans in closer, letting her voice drop. "We should definitely practice together more often."
Something in the sound of her voice tells the Clone she isn't talking about combat. She smiles, almost suggesting tonight, then remembers with a pang her rescheduled appointment with Rana. Hope surely won't let her skip out a second time. "Tomorrow after class?"
"It's a date." Dreya grins.
The Clone shivers at the thought.