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One of the disadvantages of a long term under cover operation was...falling out of physical peak. Darlene's laughable excursions to the gym prevented even decent weight runs for Aya and that meant she had to improvise. Sparring with Braig helped, a great deal, he was an excellent combatant, but no one should be expected to be a sole source of training for anyone.

It was exhausting to be frank, and they couldn't afford that level of fatigue when Kyle could stop by at any moment. And Dilan simply wasn't in her weight class at all, he couldn't help, as much as she'd be willing to try some days.

That meant...she started taking over the livingroom four days out of seven. Taking over and being grateful she was short enough that a full leg extension above her head didn't brush the ceiling. Kyle couldn't complain if he caught her dancing after all. Darlene liked dancing, and it was no stretch to believe she'd rock out at home if she couldn't justify a club outing.

It was absurdly easy to drop from actual dance poses and movements to club dance poses when a knock sounded. She wouldn't be up to competition level when this mission was through but she would be fit. And the boys were welcome to watch or join as long as they didn't stop her.

They all had their sanity maintenance needs after all.

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"I don't even remember any more." Dilan admitted, "There was a while where he was just going through and trying lots of different hobbies one after another."

"That's alright, I know a lot of people were like that in highschool and college." She stepped away, slowly increasing the motion of her hips as she worked. "One of my best friends actually. She may still be like that in fact, last thing I heard she was big into pilates and paint ball."

"Uh huh..." Dilan agreed, eyes fastened to her hips. "Braig still is a little."

"Well, if I ever introduce him to a hobby I'm duly warned that he might flitter off again." She chuckled softly, amused at the idea. "And your hobbies?"

"I like to read, I like to dance, I love martial arts." Dilan said, "I'm a terrible knitter, but I enjoy trying."

"Oh, ouch, knitting. I don't understand how I get teh tangled messes I do..." she laughed and flashed him a grin. "What do you like reading aside from what's wandered in here?" Because she totally shared the other two loves.

"I know, right?" Dilan said, laughing, "It starts out fine, and then it all just goes insane somehow and I don't know what I've done! I like reading medical journals, actually. I don't understand most of it, but it's fascinating."

"Yeah, somewhere in the inch or two later range...chaos and insanity." She spread her hands in a kaboom motion that naturally spread into a flowing arm exercise. "Physics journals here, and some astronomy recently. If medical is interesting though I may have to peek at one or two!"

"I like 'em." Dilan assured her, "I've got lots of them at home...none here, obviously. Can you imagine Breaker reading anything without pictures?"

"Yes, I could actually, but they'd be for terrifyingly practical purposes." Terrifyingly practical. "I'll have to flip through some of yours, provide you're willing to check them out to me. I promise I'm a responsible reader!"

"Heh. Yeah, Breaker is kinda big on practicality. Sure, I can loan you things when we're out of here."

"Kinda?" Aya drawled with a grin. "And thanks, I like reading. It's a quiet, still activity." And she didn't have many of those honestly.

"He's got his moments." Dilan protested, "Like dancing! Breaker dances just to dance!"

"Darlene doesn't really get to see him dance! Besides, it could be part of an elaborate way of hunting his men..." Aya laughed and reached over to tweak one of Dilan's dreads before sliding into a different series of hip exercises. "I'll take your word on it though."

Dilan sighed happily as she continued to move in those ways, "Mmmm. No. Breaker hunts men by hunting 'em."

She quirked an eyebrow at the sigh, but smiled anyway. "Well, Darlene has some wrong ideas about Breaker; she can't know him inside and out after all!"

Dilan coughed, "No, no she can't. Elements, Aya, how do you get your human spine to move like that?!"

SO DAMN HOT.

Blink. Blink blink.

"A lot of people can?" Staaaare. "Belly dance Dilan, it's...bendy?"

"No shit." Dilan said with wide, wide purple eyes, "Damn."

Sue him, he'd never been this close to a belly dancer before.

"Granted, not as bendy as a katzu who belly dances but..." yeah, bendy. "I'm surprised you don't know it. It seems like..." they'd at least have met someone who belly danced before?

"Sorry. Anyway, it's a great way to burn energy without seeming to move too much. In other cases I can do most the exercises without moving much at all."

"No, no, don't apologise. Let me do so because I am ogling you." Yes. YES HE WAS.

He...was?

She was not entirely sure how she felt about that really. A bit flattered, a bit pleased, a bit...worried because what would Braig think despite an open relationship? "Don't apologize. If you want I'll stop though..."

"No, no, if you're okay with being ogled I am more than happy to continue doing so." he said with a wry smile, "It's not like Braig doesn't know, and agree, how incredibly hot you are."

Okay, now she was blushing. Kind of a lot...but she wasn't going to change her intended routine in the least if he was alright with it. "I'm alright with being ogled by you, and probably Braig. I am never, ever moving like this in front of Kyle though."

"No, no. We'd have to kill him if you did." Dilan agreed seriously, "Braig and I will never, ever touch you without permission."