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[mitochondriaaya]

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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[mitochondriaaya]

"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.

[sliceitwithwind]

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

[mitochondriaaya]

"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."

[sliceitwithwind]

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

[mitochondriaaya]

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!"

[sliceitwithwind]

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

SO DAMN HOT.

[mitochondriaaya]

Blink. Blink blink.

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

[sliceitwithwind]

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

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

[mitochondriaaya]

"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."

[sliceitwithwind]

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

[mitochondriaaya]

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..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"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."

[mitochondriaaya]

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."

[sliceitwithwind]

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

[mitochondriaaya]

"Wait, waaaait, are you telling me all I have to do to get Kyle removed from the equation is belly dance at him? Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" she teased, grinning. "I know though, I don't think I've ever met a pair of men more trustworthy."

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan half-grinned at her, "Ouch, damned with faint praise." Trustworthy? He'd really rather have had her acknowledge the implicit desire there.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Damned?" She paused, blinking at him and trying to figure out what she'd done now. "I wouldn't damn you, ever. Trustworthy is very, very high praise and one of the best qualities I can think of for men I'd allow to touch me."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Don't worry about it, Aya." Dilan said with a small smile, "I have apparently lost the ability to gently hit on women."

[mitochondriaaya]

"I like you a great deal. More than that I trust you. If you want to hit on me...go ahead. I think I'd enjoy it." She probably would! And she was going to slide back into her exercises now that she was less worried about what had upset him!

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan tilted his head, "I was trying to." he said plaintively.

[mitochondriaaya]

Shocked freezing once more! "I...thought you were just bemused by being up close to belly dancing! Sorry!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"No, no. It's fine. My ego is not like Braig's."

[mitochondriaaya]

She felt like an oblivious idiot now. Yep. What now? Flail! "Here, stand up, do you want to learn? Don't need high ceilings to do belly dance..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Nah, I'm good with watching." Dilan said, firmly, "I really don't think standing up is a good idea right now."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Alright, but if you ever want to learn just tell me?" She poked his nose gently and then started once more, determined to finish her exercises. "I think with an already bendy spine, sir, you'll be an amazing belly dancer."