Okay, Hey, Easy! I’m Not Making It A Thing. It’s Just A Fact. 

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yeah a boyfriend sounds nice but a supreme enemy you can make out with sometimes in secret sounds a lot more hardcore

i    have    had    a    busy    two    weeks    .    .    so    i    do    apologize    for    slow    and    lack    of    replies    to    the    things    i    owe    ,    but    plan    on    making    a    full    return    next    week    &    hopefully    get    even    more    threads    going    !!

céleste  watched  the  smoothie  with  a  blend  of  amused  affection  and  gentle  exasperation.  there  he  was,  caught  in  the  middle  of  his  own  earnest  experiment—blue  eyes  crinkling  mischievously  above  the  cutting  board  as  he  offered  it  with  that  familiar,  irreverent  grin.  she  couldn’t  help  but  marvel  at  the  effort  behind  it,  especially  since  he  was  up  at  this  hour,  and  there  she  was,  clad  in  her  gym  outfit.  "well,"  she  mused  silently,  "maybe  this  is  the  magic  that  helps  me  push  through  that  final  rep."  as  she  moved  around  the  counter,  her  heart  skipped  a  beat—not  just  at  the  sight  of  him,  but  at  the  way  he  seemed  to  notice  even  the  tiniest  details.  with  a  soft  smile,  she  leaned  in  and  pressed  a  tender  kiss  to  his  cheek.  "why thank  you  baby,"  she  murmured.

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maybe some of her antics had rubbed off on him because he was caught in the middle of making her a protein smoothie, which he knew wouldn't taste up to par. "hey, babe." blue eyes peek up at her from the cutting board. "figured you could take this to the gym with you."

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céleste’s smirk lingered, amusement flickering behind her gaze. he was quick. smooth. predictable in some ways, but in others? not at all. his confidence wasn’t new to her — the men she had been around in her life had lived and breathed it. but the way he wore it, like a second skin rather than something performative, that was what made him stand out compared to all the rest. "i will be impressed if you last the entire session without needing a break." a beat. her gaze swept over him, like she was already calculating his limits before they’d even started. “not to worry .. it is after all also my job to make sure you don’t push yourself too much. or at least not to a point where you never want to book another session. as he squared his shoulders, slipping back into his usual self-assured posture, she took a step back from the window. "coach?" she arched a brow, amusement playing at the corners of her lips. "i may not do pep talks and participation trophies. but let it be known, i’m not one to take it easy." she let the words settle between them, her gaze unwavering, "i train hard." her voice was calm, steady, but there was something else beneath it — a quiet challenge, an unspoken dare.  she reached for her phone to check the time. " but we’ll start easy. now, show me the way to the gym.." a deliberate pause, just long enough for him to register that she wasn’t actually planning to start easy at all. "unless, of course, you’d prefer to keep standing there, looking pretty, and wasting time." she tilted her head slightly. "your call, jameson."

insufferable. the word dripped from her lips like something honeyed, meant to stain, but he let it seep, wearing it like a second skin. it wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last, but coming from her? well. he almost wanted to hear it again. cerulean hues moved to where she’d set the bottle down, noting the control she seemed to possess with every small action she took. alec wondered how much of it was habit and how much was defense. either way, he wasn’t in a hurry to figure it out. "exhausting myself trying to impress people has never been my style," he replied lazily. "but placing my energy elsewhere? guess we’ll see how much of that energy i have left by the time you’re done with me." his smirk deepened, but there was an undercurrent beneath it. one part amusement, one part something else entirely. whatever game they were playing, she was keeping up, maybe even a step ahead, and that was rare. but for now, he reminded himself that she was here to work. he straightened his posture, stretching out his arms before rolling his shoulders back, his expression slipping back into something cocky, self-assured. "alright, coach," alec began, "are you going to keep staring at me, or are we starting this session?"

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