I can just sort of picture Connor sitting around watching Abby kickbox during one of their days off. So that is where this came from. Also, I wanted to have a go at another present tense fic, and it went with the whole no dialogue thing.
Connor loves to watch Abby practice her kickboxing. He's amazed how graceful she somehow manages to look while essentially beating the crap out of something. She knows he watches her, and he knows she knows, but they don't talk about that. She swings into a high kick and Connor's eyes follow her foot in its path to make contact with the bag. She goes in for a series of punches and throws him a little smile which he goofily returns.
Abby takes a deep breath, wipes the sweat off her brow and makes her way over to the couch, where he is waiting with a bottle of water. She takes it from him, and after a long drink asks if he wants to learn. He nods and wonders if he'll ever be as graceful as she is.
Until next time, all my love,
Spike.