Preference #118: Going To The Gym Together.

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by AmandaKovacic

by AmandaKovacic

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Josh: You smiled, staring ahead as One Direction blasted through your headphones. You reached forward, turning the treadmill speed up a little. You looked over at Josh, who moved his up as well. He gave you a sweet smile, which you returned before concentrating on your running. After a few minutes you turned your speed up another level, and Josh did the same. "Are you competing with me?" You asked, pulling an earbud out. Josh grinned, "Maybe." You frowned, moving yours up again, your feet really moving this time. One by one you each attempted to outdo each other until you were both moving at a full sprint, trying to see who could hold out longer. You looked over at Josh, who had beads of sweat pouring down his face, as he bit his lip in concentration. All at once he hopped off the treadmill, pressing the stop button. Almost immediately you did the same, grabbing your bottle of water at once. "I won." You said, giving him a cocky grin. Josh rolled his eyes, "Who said we were competing?" You dropped your water bottle out of your mouth, swinging it towards him, covering him with water. Glaring at you for a moment Josh came over towards you, giving you a deep kiss, before completely drenching you with his water bottle. "I think I won." He said, smirking.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">George: "I cannot believe you're making me do this," George grumbled, throwing his gym bag to the floor. "It's really fun Goerge, trust me." You said, reaching up to pull your hair into a high ponytail. George took off his hoodie and tightened his shoelaces. The instructor came in a few moments later, "Hey everyone, and welcome to old and new Zumba enthusiasts." You smiled, you always thought Zumba was awesome. You looked over at George who didn't seem like he was that excited. Bumping your hip into his you gave him a smile. "It'll be fine." You said. The Latin music started pumping through the speakers and the whole class started warming up to one of the more familiar routines. Three grapevine steps to the right, then the left, hip swirls, arm waves. You couldn't help but laugh watching George trip over his own feet. Jumping forward you shimmied your hips, catching his eye, a look of plain misery. When the class was over you both were dripping in sweat. "Never again." George insisted. You grinned, "What? I thought you looked like a natural." George placed his hands on his hips, "You, you were sexy as hell. Me, however, I have as much Spanish flare as a seal." You giggled, pressing a kiss to his nose. "No, I think you were more like a sloth." "Hey!"</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Jaymi: Strapping on the boxing gloves you bounced from one foot to the other. "Come on Hensley," You taunted, your words muffled by the mouth guard. Jaymi slid the second pad on his hand, rolling his eyes at you. "Relax killer, geez I didn't think you were such a boxing person. You grinned, you were a little bit of a fitness freak for the months of January to March, the results of your annual New Year's resolution of getting fit, and this time, Jaymi was along for the ride. Putting his hands up, for ripped a punch towards the hand seated on Jaymi's right hand. There was obviously more force than he expected, and it sent him back a few steps. You switched between your left and your right hands, you breath become shorter, as your heart pounded and the adrenaline soared through your body. You pulled back, this time with your left hand, however you hit too close to the edge of the pad and yous hand slipped, striking Jaymi directly in the face. Almost immediately, blood started pouring out of his nose. "Oh my god!" You shrieked, pulling off your gloves and reaching for a towel, pressing it gently to his face. "Babe, I'm so, so sorry." You said, touching his cheek gently. Pulling the towel away the bleeding had stopped, but you knew it was going to be bruised. "Lighten up Y/N," Jaymi teased, "It's only a flesh wound."</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">JJ: You watched with great interest as JJ's arms flexed, moving the weight up and down, the muscle in his chest flexing. "Babe," He said, his voice straining, "I thought you were supposed to be spotting me." You blinked, suddenly remembering why you were here. "Sorry babe, I got...distracted." He smiled, lifting the weight back onto the bar, wiping his face with a towel. "I could tell." You blushed furiously. "Your turn." JJ said, rising off the bench. "JJ, I don't think I can-" "No, we agreed that we'd both do this." You nodded, silently cursing yourself. Laying back on the pleather you couldn't help but grimace, imagining all of the sweaty people who had lay there before you. JJ adjusted the weights, smiling. "You're all set Y/N." You nodded, gripping the bar in your hands firmly as JJ helped you lift it off the stand. One, two, three reps and you felt ass if your arms were going to fall off. JJ could see you were struggling and moved his hands closer to yours, just in case it got to be too much. "You're doing great," He encouraged.</li>

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