Passing Through

Part Twenty One

 Chapter Twenty One

The alarm cut through the pleasant fog that wafted around Natasha, a combination of fatigue and the delicious scents coming from the man wrapped around her, and he was wrapped around her. Arms, and legs entwined, his nose in her hair, and something rather pertinent pressing against her buttocks.

Reaching for the bedside table, she silenced her phone, then tried to untangle herself. When he stirred, she kissed his cheek.

"I've got to be in early. Delivery comes at seven."

He managed to open one eye, "I've got this damned Pilates class at eight anyway. Go get a shower and I'll drive you home, I may go swim first. Ease out the kinks."

That made her blush, so he added, "you are so easy to wind up."

Poking out her tongue she watched him drag himself up and head for the lounge, leaving her to dive in his shower before redressing in last night's clothes. Walk of shame hear I come.

Coffee in a travel mug was so thoughtful, and she sipped at it as he drove the short journey to his house. A local radio breakfast show was the only sound in the car, but it wasn't awkward, and the roads were quiet, it was that early.

She hadn't intended on staying the night, but it had just happened. He hadn't wanted to let her go, and he'd told her that in no uncertain terms. And shown her. She blushed as she remembered various parts of the evening, then glanced across at him, his eyes forward on the road. His hands gripped the wheel, strong hands, firm forearms, she blushed again, how could a sleeveless arm with a watch wrapped around her, want to make her slide across the car to sit astride him?

"What?"

With a squeak, Natasha met Bo's eyes, suddenly aware that they were stopped at traffic lights, and she was practically drooling.

Shrugging, she started to rifle through her bag, which only seemed to make him laugh.

Stopping the car outside her door, he leaned across and cupped her face with one hand, "have a good day?"

"I'll try...." she offered, but the words died on her lips as he thrust his on them. Damn that man can kiss.

Breathless, she almost fell out of the car, then waved as he disappeared in the direction of the gym. It was only as she unlocked the door that she realised they hadn't made plans to see each other again.

Was this it?

Pilates was a bitch, that was official. The whole squad was panting on their mats, all looking beaten. How could one woman ruin twenty fit, athletic men? It shouldn't be possible, but it was.

Jax was grunting as he stretched, "why do sit ups not hurt? I'd rather do a thousand of them, that never do this class again."

Bo rolled onto his side and agreed, but he could see why they did it, core strength, coordination, endurance and proprioception. All things that were difficult to attain, it reminded him of all the ice dancing classes he'd been forced into as a youngster. The intricacies of pirouettes and leaps really helped his skating. Coop thought outside the box, and that was why this team was improving, gelling.

"They've said we can use the sauna for a bit, then it's skate practice."

Blake laughed, "nothing like a quiet Thursday."