Taking Five {Shots}//Anatra ~ Mark/Vy

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Thoughts can't be given. That possibility is far gone as Vy's under the control of a powerful kiss. Was this to be expected? The flirts all gave it away, but she was determined to avoid such a thing. Clearly she did something wrong...Seems to actually be the wrong word choice though as everything feels all too right. As if the fight was continuing, just at a different level then before. Like one of them will still be winning this, though in the long run it seems they'll probably both be landing on that side. The passion, the fierceness, how can it not be mutually beneficial? How can it be anything but pleasure for both as thoughts have now disappeared from this event.

Catching her breath under a pile of pure muscle shows to be impossible. There's more then that that has her aiming for the top though. As much of a turn on as a strong guy with control is, being on top overrides that still. There's a battle to win, even if the rules have altered. First move is escape, and she's slyly turning them around, keeping the distraction of her lips into play. No one could expect such an outcome, even if it's all too obvious for the situation.

For a second their faces pull apart. Eye contact is given, staring at one another as if searching for approval. No words need to be given as he even accepts the role on bottom for this moment. Lips battle each other once again, and no fists need to be given for this attack. No harm, just pure enjoyment at this point.

More's going to occur. The hope of such actually covers Vy's mind as her knee's hit the floor, straddling her prey by the waist as her hips move in sync with her lips. Subtly her hands caress the arms of the hands now pulling her into the kiss. She guides their fingers to the floor above his head in order to free the grasp. Casually, as if to not cause suspicion. All they're doing now is having pure fun.

Suddenly Vy's grip tightens as she presses her hips down teasingly, and puts all her strength into keeping Mark's hands pinned to the ground. "Looks like I won." After lots of silence her voice pierces out through her rough breathing.

[Anatra]

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Mark Orca

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With her atop him, it feels half normal and half not. He likes to be the one in control, but so does she it seems. It is one or the other, but all Mark wants is to ensure that he and her enjoy what time they are having right now. She gets more into the fight, attacking now only with her lips but with her hips making, at first, subtle movements that seem to develop into a matching distraction. Having somebody be this experienced, or so he would assume, is more like it. He doesn't see the point in throwing your cards into a deck that knows more than you do. Here, it seems that both him and her are equal in how much their knowledge precedes them.

"Looks like I won." She says, as she pins her arms down and suddenly Mark realizes that she has him completely under her control. The feeling isn't shunned straight away. He likes to see what it is like before he says he doesn't like it. She has his hands above his head, secure and they're not going anywhere any time soon. She's straddled across his waist and her breath is rough like everything that has happened prior.
The feeling of somebody being where she is, doing what she is doing; it is an overwhelming feeling that brings warmth to both the head, heart and everywhere else that it needs to go. He cannot help the natural urges of a man, and that lustful side of him can't help but want more. It is strange for him, to not be in control, but he's figured that if he's going to try it once, he may as well try it with somebody who knows what they are doing.

Perhaps wearing sweatpants today wasn't the most secretive of clothing.

He can't help but look up at her, his brown eyes narrowing whilst his face smirks at her. His eyes lower down her, seeing what she is made of. It's almost as though he's checking that what he is getting is what he wants.
He doesn't show any signs of disapproval.

"You've caught me, Vyper." He questions quickly, still looking up at her. The silence is eating away at his head. Her grip is tight, but not at all unpleasant. "Don't bite." He says, a gesture of a smirk that has always been there since she spoke again. His cheekiness, and crude humor is exactly what he enjoys throwing at people. Especially her, he can't help but notice the grins she has given in the past few hours. If only the night was going to be longer. It may not be, though. It all depends on where she leads him, now that she holds the leash.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Damn drinks. There's no holding back anymore, simply because she doesn't want to. Being faced with an old situation is impossible for Vy to pass up. Still Mark's different from those jerks she used to sleep with. This isn't over sticking the only female around, he choose to go to a bar instead of a club filled with sluts. They're sparring yet he's settled with the bottom. So many quirks she's discovering about a stranger, forming a need to know more, feel more. Though his strength is probably greater, the drinks or craving, has the back of his hands sticking to the floor due to her grip. How interesting, and the corners of her lips still go up despite the lock she has on his.

"Damn right." Vy mumbles in between pauses. So it's finalized that Vyper stands for a snake instead of a jet. Fits perfectly with their current situation. He's now the trapped mouse being strangled by a snake. Doesn't appear that he minds though. Complete opposite as his eyes scan the blonde. She has to chuckle as he does such, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. Looks like he approves though, and that has her heart pounding despite the lack of actually fighting anymore. Could be the drinks giving him rose-colored glasses, or he's actually pleased with who he ended up with for the night. That can be considered later though.

A request to not bite like a snake is given from Mark next. Another giggle before her lips crash into his again. "I'll do whatever the hell I want." That smirk refuses to budge from her face. After all a little biting can be fun, and in this position she holds all the cards. She could leave him hanging as she did with Jeran, or show him how lucky he really is. It's all up to her now. Even if that voice decided to return she couldn't pull herself away from this. Blame it on the alcohol.

With the satisfaction that Mark's happy with his back pressed against the floor, Vy removes only one of her tight grips as her hand travels down. They need to be closer, and given their current position, removing clothes is the only option. Just as she reaches the bottom of his shirt small patter from the hallway somehow reaches her ears through all this commotion. A janitor going to check out the noises? Or did they actually get a keeper to patrol the gym during closed hours? Either way being under the only light in the gym is a dead give away. With one swift movement she's rolling towards the edge, keeping a grasp on Mark to pull him into safety as well. Under the ropes and finally her back slams against the cold gym floor, laughter escaping despite having to break his fall once again.

[Anatra]

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Mark Orca

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"Damn right." She speaks. She's so in control of what is happening to Mark. He feels as though he doesn't need to care about anything else, because she's the one dealing with everything right now. As his eyes scan down her briefly, she lets out a small laugh to herself which he can only describe using small words. Suddenly, the fight doesn't feel that way any more. It feels like it's true. Somebody has won, whether it is her or him it doesn't matter. Perhaps they are both winners, with this happening now. "I'll do whatever the hell I want." She says with that smirks on her face that Mark seems to adore, privately. When it's clear that Mark is going to stay put, Officer Vy seems to relieve the grip on one of his hands. Where her hand begins to travel, he doesn't see. He feels the brief touch of it slip down past his chest, even his waist but that's when it suddenly stops. It lifts his t-shirt and sudden air makes contact with his skin, which under this light is a soft tone. She stops, yet again. He doesn't realize it at first, but there's sounds coming from the hallways.

His thoughts don't have the time to react, but she's already got a plan it seems. She takes off to the edge of the ring and Mark has to pick himself up as she brings him to the edge where she seems to land backward, and him forward.
Again. She's laughing, and he has a smile painted across his face, but he can't help his eagerness. She started something so he may as well finish the job. His strong arms bring his top up and off of his shoulders where he lets it fall behind him. His chest isn't haired at all, but his upper chest is strong looking, with a boldness. His abdomen is where there is only a little bit off hair, in that soft shade of brown that he has. His muscles are impressively active, not because he's trying to make them look that way but because he's now got a hand either side of her shoulders as his legs straddle her waist just as he had her doing earlier. "Got you." He says. Pushing himself forward towards her lips again. It's her turn, though. She wanted his top off. Maybe he wants the same.

The sounds don't bother him in the slightest, but perhaps her intention wasn't to carry on but to escape. "Who do you think it is?" He says. The fact he can speaks so casually like this after what somebody else may call an intimate kind of moment, says it all. He doesn't see this as an act of love, at least not yet. He sees it as an act of fun. Something to keep his youth from aging. He doesn't even know how old she is, but with moves like this, she has to be older than him. He sits up as he asks his question, unsure what she wants to do. Usually he would just carry on, but he doesn't know how shameless she really is.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Through all the rush occurring Vy somehow picks up on the slightest noise of company, like her ability to hear the stir of a child in the concentration of training. Guess having Brooklyn comes with more advantages then a smiling face everyday. Instinctively she's turning them to the side, pulling along is shirt to guarantee that he's follows. This is far from over just yet. Her back doesn't reach the ring as they finish the flip and land on the gym floor. The raised platform creates the best hiding spot, though finishing the fight up there does sound more appealing. There won't be a chance to determine the end if they're caught though.

There's not a slight pause as neither have the patients to hold back any longer. Still Vy keeps her ears outside of the passion, though every of other part of her remains fully in the loop. It's a difficult task as even her hearing wants to concentrate on the one now on top of her. The job she was unable to achieve is taken into his hands as his shirt's off and drops behind him. Seeing turns out to be much better then picturing as strength carves out his entire upper body. His punches have proven his power already, but this is a much better example. Now if she could only feel his bare skin against hers, touch instead of just look, acting like a little kid in a candy shop. The possible intruders even erase from her mind as she could careless about anything else for the moment.

Rational thinking's not an option, as if Vy actually wants it to be. Lips consumes her once again and no one else has entered the room. Threatening noises are gone, and only fast breathing can be heard. Well until Mark's voice informs her that the position's been changed once again. It's as if they're now fighting on who can be on top as he claims his capture. Firm hands keep her arms at her side, and his lips distract her within moments. He has some talents, she has to give him that, but he has yet to win this war. "Maybe for the night." It's irresistible to not approve though she still has to give a slight tease. Despite the strength she most certainly has his weight, position, and oh too appealing ways, has her wanting more. Enough with the silly roly-poly dominance competition, she's already shown her abilities to top.

It stops, or at least dims down. Not what Vy wanted in the least, and her confused expression says just that. Mark's wondering who might of strolled by the halls at this hour, pulling away his delicious lips in the process. Is he regretting this already? Maybe a tough chick is not on his to do list and he's wanting out. With the heat that's already been formed she doesn't want to consider that for a second. Actually it gives her just butterflied filled heart an aching twist. But he took his shirt off. Her negative voice is trying to make an appearance, and she refuses to let it. Possibly he has the slightest gentle side within his layers of career ego, and he's wanting to make sure she's good with this as well. LIke that even needs to be questioned though.

"I don't care." Vy declares as one of her hands find the back of his head again to pull him back down. There's his approval, as if she hasn't shown her interest enough. Even if he's on top she knows how to claim her control, and if he's not removing articles of clothing she will. Tops off first and for some odd reason it's extremely relieving to feel his skin pressed against hers after the long wait of wanting just that. More, because it's never enough. Her heart's racing a million miles an hour, lips refusing to part from his, her fingers doing the rest of the work to continue this.

[Anatra]

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Mark Orca

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"Maybe for the night." She says in the brief pause that is takes to speak those words. Maybe for the night, he repeats to himself internally. That means... She's thinking of the future. It is too heated a moment to think of such things, the alcohol won't allow it. Nor will he allow himself. This is just fun, just fun. Whilst his shirt is off, he feels as though nothing has changed, except she seems more interested now. He doesn't seem to mind nor bother what affect the work he has put into what lies beneath has on her. It's not a concern, nor is it something that he feels proud of. It is a requirement for him. It would be expected of anybody like him. "I don't care." She demands, almost, bringing her hand to the back of his curious head that wanted to make sure nobody was going to disturb their time together. Instead, he indulges. He humors her with his presence. He feels that slowly, the night is getting wilder, and wilder.

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Deep breaths are seemingly over now. Sober? Probably. The time that passed went so slowly, which Mark is entirely grateful for. "That... Was..." He begins, a look on his face shows slight shock, but also amazement. Not pride. Definitely not pride. He doesn't take pride in who he sleeps with. They aren't trophies. He will likely not ever brag about this to anyone. It was either a moment of weakness, or a moment of happiness. He knows which it was, and he'll be sticking by that decision as the days go forward, and this night ends. They'll have to leave the gym soon, or else maybe there may not be a way out. Who knows?

He isn't going to delve into how heavy his heart feels right now. For her, that is. It's definitely for her, not the fact that they just shared the ring. He doesn't want to move too quickly on her in the event that she doesn't want the same thing. He doesn't like to get his hopes up about things, but yet that's where the great contrast is; he loves being forward about things like this at the same time. Maybe one day, she might present her own feelings to him. But for now, it's best to reserve them for later.

He collects himself, putting everything back to how it was apparel-wise. Sweatpants back on, and for once they live up to their name. His little black hoodie-jacket over his body. He doesn't know where his shirt ran off to, and he doesn't have the freedom to find it. "...Wild." He says, as though it was only seconds since he began to speak.

"You're definitely not an aircraft." He mutters to himself, a laugh hiding underneath his breath. He ties his shoelaces.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Wild. Fierce. Breathtaking. Not even those words are enough to describe what happened. Many times before Vy's gone through these situations; fighting in the ring and making out before they could even realize the shift. This time though, was much different. There's no cuddling like they're in a relationship, but that warm feeling is still in the air. Without a word it's known they have both won this battle. To think she went in with the intentions of proving herself, against exactly what had actually went down. It's impossible to tell if her goal was accomplished or if a regret has been made. In the moment she's happy, and far more then satisfied. For a brief moment she soaks in what happened as she watches Mark retrieve his clothing, in a minute she's doing the same though.

Pants, bra, after that Vy finds no hurry in covering herself. Sometime she strolls around in just that, a sports-bra being as appropriate as a male walking around without a shirt all together. Happens often, yet the sight of a female pulling off her shirt in the middle of a sport is offensive. A grin spreads across her face as Mark lets out two simple words, his description pausing as he dresses. What's the verdict going to be? It has her suspicion raising crazily, desiring nothing more then to know his thoughts. How odd that she finds eagerness in knowing someone's opinion. That rarely ever happens.

By now jeans cover Vy's legs and she even pulls her shirt on, though she does wait for him to finish his sentence before doing so. Holding her top halfway through her arms for that wait. Wild. She couldn't pick a word better herself. A proud grin returns to her lips. Something about Mark has her wanting this information. After all he was as good as any other, was it pathetic that she was hoping the same. Then again sleeping with friends compared to interesting strangers can have that effect. Still she maintains that attitude as if they were friends, far from lovers. It's all too confusing to think of what this may turn into. So resulting back to how she acted during her youth seems best.

It feels as though no words are needed for that reply. His simple words have explained it fully, her eyes going over to meet his for a moment as a smirk graces her lips. Nothing could of been better. Back to the discussion over what Vyper stands for, and apparently now it's certainly not an aircraft. Which means she's a snake? How that relates to the amazing time they just had baffles her, but still a chuckle escapes. "What's that suppose to mean?" She questions, genuinely curious. Fully clothed she retrieves to her feet, giving him just a slight kiss before strolling across the gym to the exit like nothing happened.

"We better leave before we get caught." Sarcasm returns as Vy looks back to see if Mark's following and waits. Obviously they would of been caught by now if that sort of thing was going to happen. This night's been successful in more ways then one though; in many ways more like it. "Wanna lift?" She jokes in a couple of terms, after what just happened and the fact they drove together here. Can't leave a strong pretty boy that's good in bed out in the open.