Give kabby shippers an old picture of Ian training and they request kabby in the gym ;) Warning for steam and this takes place between S2 and S3.

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Hand To Hand Combat Lessons

"I just don't think it's a good idea." she winced, quickly tying her hair in a tight braid that wouldn't get in the way of what they were about to do.

The gym wasn't her favorite place to be. It used to smell like sweat, moistness and, strangely enough, dirty socks when they were in space and it didn't smell much better now that they were on the Ground. You would think you would get used to the smell after a while and stop noticing it but Abby was still waiting for that to kick in – and she had been visiting the room every day for about a month.

Physiotherapy had been hard but after Mount Weather, she had badly needed it. Exercises to help with the hip that had been painful in themselves – and had caused her to snap at Jackson more than once until, one day, he simply hadn't showed up and she had found herself face to face with Marcus Kane instead. Marcus was a lot less easier to scare away and she had weirdly felt a lot more comfortable shouting abuse at him because of the pain she had been in, he had never flinched and he had never caved in to her demands no matter how many times she had sworn she hated him.

The rehab exercises had eventually turned to stretching sessions, once she had been better, and Abby had to admit she liked the hour and a half spent in the gym every day – despite the smell – mainly because it gave them a time to catch up that wasn't about camp, Grounders or even her still missing daughter, but about them and their friendship. They talked, they joked, they reminisced about the past and people they had both known and loved…

It was all very nice.

And she was satisfied with running on a treadmill or just stretching while he lifted weights – she was very satisfied with that because the view was never a bad one, all the more the rare few times he had actually taken his shirt off. So why did he have to go and have a ridiculous idea like boxing?

Her only comforting thought was that, at least, they were alone in the room. There would be no witnesses to that unfortunate experiment.

"It's a good idea." he promised, dragging more mats in the center of the room to create a safe place to train. "I would feel better if you knew how to defend yourself."

"But boxing?" she whined.

"It's not boxing, it's hand to hand combat." he corrected, flashing her a smile. "And it will be fun."

She stared at him, not at all convinced.

"My idea of fun is a good book and a glass of wine." she replied. "Or sharing drinks with friends. Or even a hike through the woods if you really want to do some exercising. My idea of fun is not fighting."

He pushed the last mat in place and wiped his hands on his pants.

"We can have a drink after." he told her.

"No, we can't." she sighed. "Because after we will have to review reports and face whatever emergency the camp has in store for us today."

And there were plenty of emergencies – or so-called emergencies – every day.

"Trust me, Abby." he requested. "This might save your life someday."

"Let's hope not because we both know I am going to be hopeless at this." she declared, stepping on the mats. "Let's get this over with, I'm ready. Teach me."

He started by teaching her what to do if someone grabbed her from behind and while she was very doubtful about managing to throw him over her shoulder no matter how many times he repeated it was all about stealing his strength and his power and turning it against him, she must have to admit there were worse things than having Marcus's front plastered to her back for a long amount of time.

All the more so given that, to try and throw him over her shoulder, she needed to bend and push back with her hips and that was something he clearly enjoyed.

"I'm starting to see where the fun is." she teased, as he tried and failed to angle his own hips away from her.

"Abby…" he mumbled, sounding all apologetic.

She took advantage of his distraction. To be honest, she didn't think it would work and it shocked her when she managed to toss him on the floor. He didn't go over her shoulder and she wasn't quite sure how she had managed it but he did end up flat on his back.

"Good!" he praised, sounding almost as surprised as she was. "Now, you need to make sure…" She dropped on him without grace, straddling his hips, her hands wrapped tight around his wrists. He blinked, obviously taken aback. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure." she grinned. "You won't get up now. I won."

She figured her position must have been sloppy because, next thing she knew, she was flat on her back, he was straddling her thighs, his feet hooked around her knees to keep her legs down, and both of her wrists were trapped high over her head. He was bent over her, his face so close to hers she could feel his breath on her skin.

"You were saying, Chancellor?" he mocked, a teasing smile on his lips.

"I won." she repeated, not losing her grin. "I think you like rolling on the floor with me and this was all a cunning plan to get me there."

It was hard not to notice he was enjoying this – pun intended.

He searched her eyes, probably not sure if she was angry with him or not. She briefly pushed her hips up, grinning harder when his breath caught and his fingers automatically clenched around her wrists. He released his grip and propped himself on his elbows, slowly leaning in, leaving her plenty of times to say no…

The first brush of his lips was tentative.

The second wasn't.

She buried her fingers in his hair and brought his head down. Their mouths crashed together, hungry and eager. The kiss got out of control fast, turning into another and another until Abby forgot why it would have been a bad idea to shed clothes right then and there. Her free hand was already roaming on his back, under his shirt, inching the fabric up… He groaned against her mouth when she trailed it down to his butt and squeezed.

They were both wriggling their hips like inexperienced teenagers, looking for friction, for a release to the building ache… And yet neither of them was too far gone to think it was a good idea to give in to that.

How long before someone walked in on them?

How embarrassing would it be to be caught behaving like animals rolling on the floor?

And still it wasn't enough to stop them.

It was Abby who put an end to it, clinging to her last shred of sanity. She flipped them over. And somehow it was even worse because she found herself lying on his chest, between his legs, and it gave her ideas.

"See?" she triumphed, a bit light-headed and her lips bruised from his kisses. The skin around her mouth was prickling a little and she decided she could get used to stubble burns. "I win."

"It's a matter of perspective." he chuckled, brushing her braid back over her shoulder, looking a bit dazzled himself. "We should…"

He didn't actually finish that thought but she didn't need him to.

"Yes." she agreed with obvious regret, getting back to her feet and outstretching a hand to help him up. He didn't release her fingers once he was upright again though, he tugged her closer, his eyes on her mouth, and licked his lips. She laughed, ducking her head. "If you keep looking at me like that we won't make it out of this room."

"Would that be that so bad?" he whispered. She knew he was joking – mostly.

"The smell is." she smirked. "And I'm not having sex on the floor when I have a bed in my room."

Something flashed on his face. Yearning or lust, she wasn't sure. As if he hadn't been certain she would want to see where this was going.

She definitely wanted to see.

She was eager for more hand to hand combat lessons.