Fate finally

Posted on Sun May 16th, 2021 @ 3:58am by Alison Bliss & Jonas Bailey

Mission: Back in Black
Location: Cargo Hold, Fortunte's Echo
Timeline: En route to Ghost, sometime after The Queen and Knight of Wands and the Queen of Cups

Alison entered the cargo hold and realized she wasn’t alone. When she realized who was in here, she smiled. She was planning to catch up with Jonas earlier but so far, there was so many things on her mind that she had no chance for that. Therefore, she was glad that the fate gave her an opportunity.

She had gym short pink pants with washed out, almost invisible by now logo of an expensive hotel range from the core and a dark grey sports bra. And like often for her, she was barefoot. It was her training outfit and she was planning to train in the cargo hold but it looked like Jonas was the one who was here first. She stopped on the top of the stairs leading down and leaned against the railing observing the god-of-a-man, assessing him and what he was doing exactly.

Jonas had found the set of weights stashed somewhere and cleaned them up. Now he was putting them to the test. Normally, his routine consisted of five to seven sets of five to seven reps of parallel bar dips, overhand pull-ups, push-ups, and barbell back squats. Here, he hadn't yet felt comfortable enough to build the bars for the dips and pull-ups. So he opted for the barbell back squats.

He'd been working out for a while and was on the sixth rep of the fifth set of lifting. He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, the barbell resting backs of his shoulders and his hands in the grip areas. He bent his hips and knees simultaneously and lowered himself the ground. When the bottoms of his thighs were parallel with the floor, he rose back to the start position...keeping his back straight and knees in-line with his feet.

Alison watched the man and licked her lips subconsciously. Suddenly it felt like someone turned up heating in the cargo hold. She watched Jonas enjoying the show and not moving from her spot that allowed her to see everything clearly. After few minutes though, she decided that staring wasn't the best way to make new handsome friends. So she straightened up and walked down the stairs noiselessly, until she reached the bottom of the stairs. "Hey. Nice to meet you and your muscles." She said playfully.

Jonas finished his rep and maneuvered to put the barbells on the metal floor. They made clang noise as they hit. He looked over to see the long-legged blonde that was the ship's pilot. "Hey," he said between breaths. Jonas grabbed a towel he'd been using to wipe sweat and cleaned his face. "Nice to me you and your long legs," he said with a smile. Jonas' brutal, straightforward honesty coupled with the lack of a filter on his mouth could get him in trouble sometimes. Hopefully this wasn't going to be one of those times. He was still new to the ship and couldn't afford to get off on the wrong foot with anyone.

Alison laughed at the reply. Jonas seemed to be direct and confident, something she certainly liked in men and was not going to hide. Passing him, she glanced at him sensually from under her eyelashes before she took the position in the open facing him, in his good view and vice versa, to have a good view of him. She put hands on her stomach and slightly spread the legs, making her position a classic stand. "So, how long do you know Alden? And why he never mentioned you?" She asked, relaxing and began stretching her neck, tilting her head to an arm three times into each side before doing similar by dipping the head forward and then backwards.

Her glance didn't go unnoticed and Jonas returned it with a wink. He hung the towel around his neck and grabbed a nearby water bottle. He took a drink and watched Alison get into a stance to begin stretching. "I've known Alden since we were both about eighteen or nineteen. Met him when I was starting out on my own...trying to make a name for myself. We've been like brothers ever since then. As for why he hasn't mentioned me, you'd have to ask him. We parted on good terms and have been friends. Probably just losing contact over the years." Jonas shrugged and took another drink... not having moved from his spot. "How about you?"

"Me?" She asked as she completed the basic warmup and squatted to continue with more advanced techniques. With one foot flat on the ground she was raising the other and gently moving it to the side, as if duck-walking. She continued weighting each sentence in rhythm with her exercises so it wouldn't strain her breathing. "Oh. We had it a bit more... exciting. He and his companions captured me and froze me. But he unfroze me, so when he refused to help with his companions, I froze him instead and killed the rest. Things got complicated, I unfroze him when we crashed." By now, she was squatting low with one leg extended and its toes pointing the ceiling. Being extremely agile, she was doing all the stretching with perfect balance and ephemeral grace. She finally stood up and continued working on her upper body. "Running into troubles bonded us and then we found a new ship..." She pointed with both index fingers on the floor. "...and became best buddies."

Jonas watched the agile woman continue with her warmup stretches while he listened to her story. "Holy crap...frozen, unfrozen, frozen, killin', crash landing...sounds like you two had a rodeo of a time when you first met up." He paused and looked around the cargo bay. "She's a good ship from what I've seen. You get a lot of time to work out down here?"

"When we fly through the Black, yes." Alison confirmed and stood up, taking deep breath she calmed herself and started a meditating kata, her hands and body moving, or more like dancing, fluidly, making her evanescent, as she wasn't pausing, constantly moving and transitioning into new positions. It lasted quite a few minutes, being more of a performance, oozing sultry sensuality, but at the same time, having undertones of a mixed marital style and gymnastics, soft, fast and extremely dexterous-based. She hoped Jonas was watching, so when she took a break, with a bit of sweat visible on her temples and neck, she turned to him. "Do you workout often?"

Jonas heard her reply, but it didn't really settle into his brain. He was overtaken with the woman's fluid movements and dexterity. "Damn, you're flexible. And yeah, I try to workout as often as I can. Mostly weights, pull-ups, push-ups... things like that." He noticed her temples and neck glistening and grabbed the extra towel he'd brought with him. "You wanna?"

"Sure... in a minute." Alison said playfully and continued on for a bit, bending, doing a back walkover, then even making an acrobatic front aerial here and aerial cartwheel there. All for the show, all for the performance, very much male-oriented one, sensual if not sexual, enjoying it especially that she could see it had the right effect. "And thank you... You are quite eye-candy jacked. You do that for sport? Or for girls?"

Jonas watched and whistled as Alison continued her workout. "Eh, I guess you could say sport. If you consider mercenary work sport, that is. I do. But it does come in handy for the girls at times," he added with a wink before flexing a bicep. "What about you? All that stretching and acrobatics for keeping in shape, having something to do in the black, or for the guys?"

"I like your guns." Alison said appreciatively when Jonas flexed the bicep, approached him and took offered earlier towel. She began to try her skin from the glistening sweat before answering his questions. "Just like with you... a bit of both. Acrobatics saved my life more than few times and it does wonders for the figure. And I like to look good, feel good and have benefits of both." She flashed her teeth in a wide smile, standing over Jonas and looking down at him in her skimpy clothes.

Jonas looked up at her slowly, fully taking in the skimpy clothed woman standing over him. "I'd say it's working," he said. "You have a helluva good figure." The big guy stood up and flexed again for her. "If you like 'em, you wanna feel 'em?" 

Alison reached out and put her slender hand on his muscles, strong, powerful as they were flexed. She traced the line of them watching her fingers before she glanced into Jonas' eyes. "Your cabin or mine?" She said with warm seductive voice feeling familiar butterflies in her stomach.

"Let's go with mine, Legs," said Jonas.