That Awkward Moment When... [CLOSED]

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"you come here often?" Yaly walked into the training room. She was wearing her martial arts attire, a black ghi with white trimm no shoes and hair in pony tails, gloves on her hands. Yalya had decided to come in and do some working out but found someone interesting in the deserted training room. "I think I would've noticed someone like you in here already..." The words sounded like they should be derisive, discriminating, hateful... But Yaly said them with a strange inflection, making it a compliment as she walked towards him and watched him moving the weights, sitting on the bench next to Destan's and grinning slightly as she watched his arms work, the muscles flex and release...

"I'm Yalya, and you are?" She spoke with a pleasant voice that hinted many things very quietly. She leaned in a bit, watching him and resting her head on her hands, elbows on knees, relaxing and observing. "You seem to certainly know what you're doing with those weights, but I've never seen you in the training room before." Yaly tilted her head a bit, curiously, her defences still up but a grin across her face and her eyes wandering over Destan's body as he worked out.

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Yaly grinned and stood up from her bench, then adjusting and straightening her Ghi and tightening the belt. "sort of a "spur of the moment" kinda guy, hmmm?" She walked over to Destan slowly and sat next to him on the bench, crossing her leg and leaning against the wall slightly, this pushed her chest forward, though her ghi didn't make this as obvious as her normal clothes did. She let her eyes trail along slowly, taking in his muscles as they worked the weights then watching as Destan put them down and started to drink from his water bottle. She took her time replying to him and let a small little hint of something slide into her voice as she replied, speaking while he was just finishing his drink.

"I guess it certainly could be a nice meeting. I like to leave a good first impression." She didn't need fear for this one, he seemed soft, not that there was anything wrong with that. Then again there's always something darker when men are involved... Yaly kept watching him and shrugged her shoulders a bit, pulling in from her stretch cutely and looking at Destan, turning her upper body to face him slightly and tilting her head a bit. He asked what brought her here and she grinned. "Oh, I like to unwind in here when I'm done in the gym. I like pumping iron..." She scooted a little closer to Destan, leaning in towards him a bit. Her outfit didn't suggest seduction but her attitude was more than hinting it. "...among other things."

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"Hold up!" Yaly suddenly took Destan's hand, her grip was tight and her hands felt calloused, but she wasn't trying to hurt him. Instead she simply wanted to cancel that momentum. They had the room to themselves after all, and she had plans, as she always did. "I think I have an idea... I wanna see..." Yaly pulled him by his hand, putting that seductive sway of her hips into each step as she led Destan over to a bench press, then stood next to it, still holding his hand. "...Those muscles of yours a little more. Considered taking up Gym as a course? physical education's in the curriculum and I'll spot you for some bench presses if you'd like." Yaly moved her arms, using knowledge she learned in the martial arts club to pull Destan's arm and manoeuvre him onto the bench. "We got time, and what's the harm in a little working out with someone here to help you?" Yaly gave a pleasant and disarming grin, then started to adjust the weights, taking the heavier ones off of the bar and putting on some lighter ones, about 40 lbs to start.

"Just lie down here..." She leaned down a bit, patting the bench press bar and continuing that pleasant and disarming grin. "...and put your hands here and here." She ran her fingers along the grips of the bar, smiling at him, her shirt hung open slightly at the front, but that was something she seemed not to notice. "I'll hold the bar here and here..." She moved her hands along the bar slowly, gripping the metal closer to the weights. "...and if you need help I'll lift the weight back onto the rack, Not a problem, is it?" She gave a remarkably pleasant smile, tilting her head cutely as she spoke, this piece of prey would require some tact and planning. "And please, call me Yaly."

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Yaly suppressed a grin at Destan turning red, she grinned as he got into position. "One second..." She turned away a bit, making it look like she was tightening the belt of her ghi, but instead loosening it a bit, adjusting her shirt so it was a little tighter and covered more of her, but with the knot weakened... Yaly turned back and gripped the bar. "Ready when you are, and up..." Yaly helped Destan lift the weight then let her arms loosen and limber up. It wasn't a lot of weight, and she didn't need to help too much at all. Instead she enjoyed watching his arms tense, the sweat form on Destan's brow, her eyes wandering subtly over his body on the bench, she could've licked her lip at the buffet. "...There you go, that's good, now you've got it!"

Yalya stopped and grinned, helping guide the bar back into its brace. "More weight? stay right there." Yaly was feeling ambitious, she took the discs off and added new ones, raising the weight from 40 lbs up to 80, doubling it! "This might be a bit more your speed, don't worry. I got you, you're in good hands." Yaly sounded like a coach, but she made sure there was a subtle inflection in her voice. Being a Yajuu didn't often provide benefits to physical prowess, and human disguises could limit such prowess anyway. Yaly grinned and shifted her position, her back arching slightly as she pulled herself closer, her arms on the weight as she guided the bar up and lowered it down. Her chest was much closer to Destan's head now, but she honestly had her eyes on his body as she worked the barbell with him, raising and lowering it and guiding his arms through the reps. "How's this?"

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Yaly grinned as she watched him, the muscles tensing and the tone showing through, the smell of his exertion and the sound of him grunting as she moved with him, the jerky motions of the weights lurching up and down causing her to bounce slightly, her pony tails flopping cutely as the multicoloured tips seemed to dance before Destan's eyes, though something else reacting to the quick, shaking motions was certainly doing a better job of catching Destan's attention. "Now you've got it, you're the man!" Her cheer sounded almost lewd due to the strain and the jostling, though this time Yaly didn't mean it to. She grinned as she watched his body, eyes narrowing a bit as she watched his muscles work.

Yalya looked down at Destan, watching him strain and noting the distraction she was causing him, then grinning a little. "You've got some great stamina here, thinking of joining the martial arts club?" She made note of her collar and shifted a bit, the top of her ghi opening a bit as she helped guide the weight back towards the rack. "A bit more weight, you can do better!" She hurriedly switched the weights again, moving up to a full 100 lbs and quickly "helping" to move the barbell off the rack, keeping Destan pumping the irons. "How're you holding up, Destan?"

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"I asked you a question..." Yaly sounded a little strained as she continued to guide Destan through lifting the weight. She licked her lips a bit, watching his muscles pushed to the limit, the strain on him, seeing the definition shine through, the sweat glistening on his form... She grinned and shifted a bit, her belt becoming a little looser from the rough, jerking motion of the weight. "More weight then!" Yaly put the barbell back on the rack and quickly got to reorganizing the weights. A full 130 lbs, this was near her limit for bench pressing, and she was spotting someone who she didn't know the limit of. Yaly grinned, made sure Destan's grip was tight. "Here we go, Destan... Hold on tight, ah!" She gave a gasp at the weight of it, spotting was a bit harder than actually lifting it, she felt her body drop a bit, getting her chest a little closer to Destan's head, the lurch having an interesting affect on her loosened belt and top, though she was able to, with a good deal of effort, assist Destan in moving the quite heavy bar.

She grinned, helping as best she could, making sure he didn't get trapped under the weight as she helped the bar rise and fall, making small grunts and straining noises that could easily be misinterpreted, her eyes wandering over Destan again, feigning a check for signs of fatigue and once again checking him out. "So... After this... ah!" She almost slipped again, actually dropping to one knee and once more bouncing down over his head, even closer now, before catching herself and coming back up and bracing herself properly. "After this, Martial Arts club, think I can get you to give it a try? I bet you'll love it!" She managed to make the last part of that statement sound remarkably seductive, even with the added weight jostling her ever-loosening top and belt and the slightest slip-up from either of them dropping her down as she fought to keep the weight under control.

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://myprofilebackgrounds.com/myspace-backgrounds/images/Colors%20~%20Grey/BlackAndWhite-1.gif'); border-top: 5px solid #1F1F1F; border-bottom: 5px solid #1F1F1F] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -65px;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; text-align:center; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 26px; margin-top: -342px; color: #515151]WE'RE GOING DOWN[/style] [STYLE=text-align:left; margin-left: 85px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -350px; color: #090909;]YOU KNOW THAT WE'RE DOOMED[/style] [STYLE=font-size:9px; margin-left: 89px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 230px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; background-color: #ECECEC; border-top: 4px solid #1F1F1F; border-bottom: 4px solid #1F1F1F; border-right: 1px dotted #1F1F1F; border-left: 1px dotted #1F1F1F; padding: 20px; color: #5A5A5A]Destan snapped back to reality when Yaly said she had asked him something. "Sorry but I'm a bit distracted." Which he had been. He had been thinking about Adalia. He wished he were hanging out with her instead of being pinned and pressured into lifting weights by Yaly. When she bounced away to put more weight on Destan took the time to sit up and grab his water bottle. He felt tired and he personally wanted to shower. His gaze went to Yaly as she put even more weight on the bar. When the weights were secure, he lay back down and waited for Yaly to to her post. When she was ready, they began again. He wondered what her limit was and knew if she added anymore he wouldn't be able to hold it. If she asked to put more weight on, this time he would say no. Not only was he tired, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to hold much more. He didn't have a very secure hold on the bar when she moved to begin the next set. So when her chest went right in his face, he was so flustered, that he nearly lost his grip on the bar. What was with this girl and putting him in awkward situations and positions! He shook himself mentally before he pumped the bar up and down, having a bit of a hard time with it. It was obvious she wouldn't be able to handle anymore than this which he was grateful for. This meant he was about to be finished and he could get to the library in time to get some serious studying in. When she almost slipped again, he came prepared, bracing most of the weight on his own. That didn't stop her from giving him an even closer look at her... chest. Something stirred in him this time, something he really couldn't ignore. He forced himself to take his gaze away and focus on finishing up the set. Then came her offer. He knew it was going to that. She wanted him to join Martial Arts. He had never tried it out before but he knew very well what it entailed. The end of it sounded flirty, as if she wanted him to join so she could stay close by. Or maybe that was a recruitment technique? Draw in a possible member with a female to get them to sign up eagerly only to work them. Destan wasn't about to be dragged into Martial Arts club by Yaly but he had no real reason to reject her. He could play along for a bit but the moment she tried to get him to sign up he would walk away. "I guess I can tr-" He wasn't able to finish the statement as she lost it again. She couldn't keep the weight under control, or was having a hard time of it. If she let go completely, he would get pinned. He put hiss all into getting the barbell back up. When he had been able to do that, he moved out from under it. He was breathing hard from the effort and reached for his water again, downing all that was left. "I guess I can give it a try but I'm a bit tired at the moment. Think we can take a rain check?" words, L A Z Y F O R W I N. tags, Yaly. notes, Weight Lifter! credits, kiwii at btn! [/style][STYLE=text-align:right; margin-right: 8px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: -18px; color: #090909;]SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM[/style]

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She'd had her fun, Yaly let herself sigh and slump down, leaning against the weights then getting up and smiling. "you sure?" She grinned and sat on the bench, looking at Destan, making no effort to fix her shirt which now exposed a good bit of cleavage. Yalya put her arm around Destan and pulled him close, more almost in a buddy-buddy sort of way than anything else, as if ignoring her loosened outfit and her previous actions. "Are you saying you're tired so soon?" Her voice had a playful, lilting tone to it as she spoke, halfway between suggestive and joking. "You seem like you could go for hours..." Again, playful yet suggestive as she pressed herself against him, letting her chest touch his arm before letting go and standing up.

"Well, the weights were heavy, and you'd probably need a lot of training..." Yaly walked with a slight sway in her hips, it wasn't as obvious with her outfit but she turned and looked over her shoulder at Destan. "I just thought you'd be up to a little more than that..." Even in the ghi she struck a good figure and the pose showed it off as she looked at him. She gave a grin that suggested a challenge out on the training floor while her outfit suggested an evening of other activities. Was she trying to confuse Destan? Yaly tried to keep him off his game with her demeanour.

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://myprofilebackgrounds.com/myspace-backgrounds/images/Colors%20~%20Grey/BlackAndWhite-1.gif'); border-top: 5px solid #1F1F1F; border-bottom: 5px solid #1F1F1F] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -65px;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; text-align:center; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 26px; margin-top: -342px; color: #515151]WE'RE GOING DOWN[/style] [STYLE=text-align:left; margin-left: 85px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -350px; color: #090909;]YOU KNOW THAT WE'RE DOOMED[/style] [STYLE=font-size:9px; margin-left: 89px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 230px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; background-color: #ECECEC; border-top: 4px solid #1F1F1F; border-bottom: 4px solid #1F1F1F; border-right: 1px dotted #1F1F1F; border-left: 1px dotted #1F1F1F; padding: 20px; color: #5A5A5A] Destan shifted uncomfortably under her touch. She was exposing herself so freely and openly. He didn't understand how she could be so fine with that. It's not like she didn't notice it. Maybe she was just trying to cool down? Her words seemed to make this more unlikely. "I'm sure." When she pressed herself onto his arm he felt his whole body heat up a couple extra degrees but he kept his gaze from traveling to the cause of it. When she finally stood and spoke, he felt his body relax a bit. He almost felt insulted by her words, like she was issuing a challenge against his manhood. He was smart enough to catch on that this was a ploy to get him to stay longer. Her grin only confirmed what he already knew. Her pose was somewhat lost on him by the angle she stood at but he could see that although her mouth said one thing, she was sending an entirely different invitation with her body. He cleared his throat as he stood, his water bottle in hand. He walked towards her his face casually neutral as he... strolled right past her out the door. He raised one hand in a wave as he left. "Maybe I'll take you up on that later. It was nice to meet you, Yaly." And with that he made a hasty retreat. words, L A Z Y F O R W I N. tags, Yaly. notes, Completely oblivious~ credits, kiwii at btn! [/style][STYLE=text-align:right; margin-right: 8px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: -18px; color: #090909;]SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM[/style]