that's the thought that rolls through yukari's head as she stretches herself out on the mat, warmed muscles pulling under her skin. the bright pink sports bra yukari wears is constricting; it's not something yukari enjoys wearing. fingers curl over her toes, flexing and testing the tape wrapped at her arches. the black material of her athletic pants shift and ride up as she continues to ready herself.
too damn early.
the more yukari can focus on the early hour, the less she feels anxious about meeting with her stunt trainer to go through some new choreography. it's been about eight months since troy was hired by the studio, and since then yukari has had the absolute worst time trying not to be attracted to him. my god, she is only human, and yukari is weak to how tall he is, how solid he looks. she's trying so hard not to think about troy's head between her thighs when she catches him in a hold, and she's definitely not thinking about how much she wouldn't mind if he kissed there. if he let his lips wander, his teeth grazing her thigh.
oh no, wait, she is thinking about it.
grumbling to herself, yukari sits up straight and folds her legs. her arms stretch; her back muscles pull and work the sleep out from her flesh. a deep breath in and yukari glances at the clock on the far wall. 8:01am. too early. way, way too early to deal with all these conflicting and frustrating feelings. ]
shyly peeks in...
that's the thought that rolls through yukari's head as she stretches herself out on the mat, warmed muscles pulling under her skin. the bright pink sports bra yukari wears is constricting; it's not something yukari enjoys wearing. fingers curl over her toes, flexing and testing the tape wrapped at her arches. the black material of her athletic pants shift and ride up as she continues to ready herself.
too damn early.
the more yukari can focus on the early hour, the less she feels anxious about meeting with her stunt trainer to go through some new choreography. it's been about eight months since troy was hired by the studio, and since then yukari has had the absolute worst time trying not to be attracted to him. my god, she is only human, and yukari is weak to how tall he is, how solid he looks. she's trying so hard not to think about troy's head between her thighs when she catches him in a hold, and she's definitely not thinking about how much she wouldn't mind if he kissed there. if he let his lips wander, his teeth grazing her thigh.
oh no, wait, she is thinking about it.
grumbling to herself, yukari sits up straight and folds her legs. her arms stretch; her back muscles pull and work the sleep out from her flesh. a deep breath in and yukari glances at the clock on the far wall. 8:01am. too early. way, way too early to deal with all these conflicting and frustrating feelings. ]