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[onewhoisall]

I move, silently and effortlessly beside him running with him in time. He has his abilities to rely upon but this was who I was born to be. Effortless, deadly, silent, ruthless. I train him hard, waiting as I hit each part of him first with fists and sticks and leg strikes until his body is warmer and until his reactions are quicker. This was the warm up.

And then I made him run, suicide drills, back and forth. Until his breath is quicker, until there is sweat on his brow and until he is beginning to understand. I won't stop, not yet. I move to intercept him suddenly, pressing my body against his and leaning my weight into his before bending and using his momentum to throw him over my body. My lips curl into a smile before I turn my head.

"Always expect the unexpected... now push ups, two hundred. Then you may have a break," I say simply, the may hinting at the possibility. We have been training for hours so far but it isn't enough just yet. He has to be stronger, he has to be quicker, he has much to learn.

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[badtotheclone]

I don't know if I'm more bored, annoyed or exhausted. I've never had to train before, my body kept itself in shape just fine. I'm more bulky than Peter but I don't set out to exercise. Not like this.

Because of what I am, I can push my body to maximum exertion for hours at a time. It takes nearly half the day to get me winded and by that time I'm bored out of my mind. I'm sure this is useful for people like her, but it's driving me out of my mind with boredom.

When she flips me over her hip to teach me a lesson about paying attention I want to throw her across the room. I want to web her up and just leave her here. But I don't, because I don't have many people that care about me like she does and want to help me. So I put up with it. For now.

The first twenty push ups go fast and easy. That's when she starts adding the weights. First are the 45 lb plates. Next come the heavy chains. Finally, she stands on my back herself, balancing perfectly as she eyes my progress.

I lose track of the number of times she makes me start over because she didn't like my form or I didn't go down far enough. By the time I'm done I'm sure I've done closer to 1000 push ups than 200.

[onewhoisall]

She stands tall on his back, smiling as she pressed her bare foot into his back. Shifting her weight until she is stood only on one foot, smiling ever so slightly as she stretched and breathed peacefully. She nudges him with her toes, a soft noise of discipline at his posture and arms.

"Another two hundred," Cass murmured, bending down in an exhale as she moved into an arch. Fingertips brushing against his back and wiping a drop of sweat off. Cass ran her fingers down his back, feet centered before she took an inhale in and stretched up. "You need to learn patience."

[badtotheclone]

"You need to learn not to push people until they throw you across the room," I growl.

I don't though, throw her across the room that is. I also try not to think about how she's touching me, fingers trailing along the muscles of my back. Instead I focus on the burning in my arms and getting through these last few push ups.

Of course, they're not good enough for her. I only end up doing about 500 though before I get 200 in a row with acceptable form. By now though I'm finally starting to get really, truly exhausted.

[onewhoisall]

"Hmm, try it." Cass murmured, her voice almost languid with pleasure or some emotion as she bent to touch his skin before gliding along his muscles. She stretched again when he did not and commented on his form before it was deemed vaguely adequate enough after another four hundred or so. "Almost."

Her fingertip ran along the back of his neck as she bent down close to him before stepping off. Stretching, she glanced at him before indicating he could stand finally. "You can have a break now, water and food. And then you will run again. But first cool down, stretch."

[badtotheclone]

I can't tell if she's touching me as another lesson in distraction, because she likes it, or some other reason I can't fathom. There's an unspoken... something between us. Something we both want but I'm not ready for yet.

"I keep telling you, I don't need to stretch," I say, shrugging my shoulders as I stand up. My entire body aches and feels like it's on fire. There can't be many times in my life that I've pushed myself to these kinds of limits.

Despite my arguing, I do what she says and begin stretching, my body bending in ways that even someone like Cassandra can't replicate.

[onewhoisall]

"So you say, Flamingo Boy." Cass murmured, her voice light as she raised her shoulders in a soft, disbelieving shrug. Lifting her hand up, she reached around him sliding her hand over bare flesh as she stretched up to touch his shoulderblades. She knew he must ache and she knew that if she pressed just there, against his skin, he would melt perhaps just a little. "Stretch."

Cass stepped back, glancing wryly at him over her shoulder as she padded towards the water. Taking a bottle she pressed her lips against it, watching him stretch heatedly before she began to drink. "Show off."

[badtotheclone]

I don't know what she does, but she touches me and I feel my muscles relax. Maybe having someone who is such an expert in body language as a friend isn't all bad.

I think I might even be getting used to having someone in such close proximity all the time. Either she has no concept of personal space or doesn't care about it, but she has no problem moving in extremely close. It's distracting.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I tell her as I finish my stretches and get a drink of water. I might drink a little too much, but it tastes far too good at the moment for me to stop and before I know it most of the bottle is gone.

[onewhoisall]

What she wanted to do was slide her hands between tense muscles, easing and relaxing the tension and strength in his body. But she wanted to find his limits and she wanted to push them, she wanted to show him what control truly was like.

She leaned back against the floor, back arching as she settled in comfortably to lie back down.

"Eat," Cass murmured, nudging the box of food across. She smirked a little at his comment. "Don't you, shame... could've taught me."

[badtotheclone]

"Some things you can't teach," I tell her as I take a bite of an apple I get from the box of food. It's sweet and crisp and tastes especially good. Like the water, before I know it I've eaten the entire thing and started on another.

"Stretch all you want, but the human body isn't made to bend certain ways."

She is very flexible though, that much is impossible to miss.

[onewhoisall]

She watched him, gaze taking in his lips and teeth against the apple and watching him bite and chew with keen interest. Licking her lips, Cass was slower eating and drinking in smaller mouthfuls. He was not as careful.

"No? But I do like trying and you like watching me... stretch." Cass murmured simply as she waited as always for him to take a mouthful before answering him. She did like to tease him, just a little.

[badtotheclone]

I cough a little, half choking in a bite of apple as she calls me out at liking to watch her stretch. I should have known she would have noticed. She notices everything. The truth is I like watching her do most things. There's a fluid grace to everything she does. Not many people can make eating a slice of pizza look especially graceful.

"Maybe I do," I say, finishing the apple and starting in on one of the protein bars. "You like doing things that make me notice you."

I always notice her, sometimes I just notice her in different ways.

[onewhoisall]

Her mouth tugged at the corner at the way he coughs, half-choking on the bite of apple at her words. She had never found words to be particularly powerful but in some ways they were. Sometimes words really were mightier than the sword. Hn, Alfred had taught her that.

"Yes, I thought that was obvious. I want you to look at me," Cass said, stretching one hand out languidly before she plucked a small grape from the box out. She nibbled it, tongue darting out as she met his gaze. "Kiss me. Touch me. But you won't... I will settle for look."

For now.

[badtotheclone]

I try not to shift uncomfortably at the mention of all the things she wants me to do to her. Part of me, a large part of me, wants to do those things too. I'm a mess though and being with someone like that is just a bad idea. Didn't Sybil prove that? I try not to think about her, about how much I'll genuinely miss her friendship, but I can't help it. I remind myself though that Sybil is much better off without my friendship.

"You're evil," I tell Cass, taking one of the grapes and throwing it at her. "Pure evil. Now how far are you going to run me this time?"

[onewhoisall]

She caught the grape, plucking it out of the air with two fingers before looking at him with a defiant raise at the corner of her mouth. Her father made her dodge bullets since she was a child, something as slow as a grape was easy enough to dodge.

"I'm honest," Cass replied simply, rolling over onto her side. She reached out, brushing her fingertips against his legs before drawing her hand back again. Light and teasing. "Until I say stop, are you ready to continue?"

[badtotheclone]

Just because she was honest didn't make her evil. I know she's purposely trying to drive me crazy with the stretching and the touching and the talk, but I'm not going to rush either of us into a mistake. She'll see eventually I'm not worth all that.

"Fine. Until you say stop," I say as I stand up. I start doing suicides right away, back and forth until I'm going as fast as I can, hoping that if she's happy with the performance I'll get a reprieve.

It happens so suddenly that I don't have time to stop it. My stomach goes from feeling a little upset to suddenly puking my guts out for all I'm worth.

[onewhoisall]

She rolled over onto her side, raising an eyebrow when he chose to run again and so soon. She sat up, stretching before crossing her legs as she watches him run .She knows what will happen before he does and she rolls to her feet. Her hands grasp around the mop and bucket, kicking it towards him before she moves.

Her hands are soft on his back, soothing and comforting as he pukes.

"I meant when you felt ready, you shouldn't have rushed." Cass murmured, sliding her hand up and down his back.

[badtotheclone]

Fortunately it's just apple and water that I'm puling up. Judging from the mop and bucket she has ready she anticipated something like this. Her hands on my back are comforting and some part of me resents that, fights against someone trying to comfort me.

"I'm fine," I say, wiping a hand across my mouth. The taste if apple and bile makes me spit, trying to get the taste out of my mouth.

[onewhoisall]

"Good, you can clean up." Cass replied toeing the bucket into his field of vision as her fingers spread across his back. She put her fingernails against his skin, drawing them up his back lightly before she soothingly traced them back down. She reached for the water, offering it before giving him a slight nod. "Take a break, let your stomach settle. Then continue."

Cass moved away as she settled into a comfortable pose, stretching. "Control, patience, you need to learn it."

[badtotheclone]

I'm pretty sure that my control and patience are fine. What I need is not to be annoyed into doing stupid stuff. Besides, isn't my control and patience what's annoying her?

I rinse out my mouth with the water and spit it in the bucket before I mop up the puke. It annoys me that I was stupid enough to not be able to keep from puking, but I have a feeling she was going to keep pushing me until I make some sort of mistake. My fault for letting her get to me.

That's the problem though, isn't it? I let her get to me.

Once the floor is clean again, I take a few moments to catch my breath. This time when I take a drink of water, it's only a few sips.

"Alright. I'm ready."

[onewhoisall]

"Good, begin." Cass replied waiting for his concentration to wander before she charged him and tackled him to the floor. Straddling his waist as her lips tugged into a smirk. He was ready for suicide drills, he wasn't as ready for her.

She pressed her knees down either side of him, pushing down on his shoulders as she leaned across him. "You should be ready for anything and prepared to be in control of yourself, your temper and body."

[badtotheclone]

She completely blindsides me as she tackles me to the floor. I let out a surprised and angry yell as I hit the floor hard. All this constantly shifting, surprising shit is driving me a little crazy.

Not to mention that now she's straddling me, pinning me against the ground with that grin on her face like she's terribly amused.

"I wouldn't have a temper if you didn't stop messing with me," I tell her.

Growling, I sit up, her legs wrapping around my waist before I move to a standing position, easily carrying her weight.

"But you better be careful little ninja, you might get just what you want," I say, grinning at her. I can feel her body pressing up against me and I can't deny that it feels good. It's also obvious that my body is having a very natural reaction to having someone so attractive clinging so tightly against me.

With an almost feral grin I push her up against a wall, my body rubbing against hers, my heartbeat quickening at the nearness of her. I lean in close and push my hands up along the side of her body... right before I fire off my webbing, a steady stream of it to stick her to the wall where she can't keep jumping on me.

[onewhoisall]

"I wouldn't mess with you, if you could control it." Cass replied, her features twisting into surprise as he sat up. Her breath increased, her legs wrapping around his waist as he stood and grinned at her. She looked at him curiously, with parted lips leaning in close.

What she wanted, she thought that was obvious. She wanted him, she wanted him to understand why she felt the way she did for him. She wanted him to understand that he was good.

"Kaine," Cass murmured, curling her fingertips round his shoulder as he carried her. She gasped, letting him push her up against the wall and his body pressing up against hers. Her hips rocked against his, leaning in to his hands as he pushed his hands up her body and... stuck her to the wall. Cass growled, tightening her hold around his waist. "Let me down."

[badtotheclone]

"What, weren't suspecting that?" I said, my voice just a little bit smug. "I thought you had to be ready for anything."

It's a dirty trick and I doubt I'll ever surprise her again in my life, but it was worth it. A part of me feels bad about leading her on but when I remember all the things she's done to me, I don't feel bad at all. It will do her good to give her some of her own medicine.

[onewhoisall]

Cass strained against the webbing, arching forward as she scowled at him and the taunt in his voice. Crossing her legs behind him, she tightened her grip on him and tugged him forward into her body.

"Get. Me. Down." Cass said darkly, pressing her foot against his ass sharply. She could feel him, she could feel the warmth of his body and the strength of him which only further frustrated her. Cass glared at him, voice silent as she spoke volumes with her body. "..."

[badtotheclone]

She's serious, which is good, even if she's pulling me tighter against her in her frustration. At least she isn't playing games with me at the moment.

"Fine," I say, stingers popping out from my wrists as I slice the webbing. "Just remember this though next time you mess with me."