"YPTS" -- Gabe and Jane "spar"

OOC -- Continued from "Gabe and Jane "meet" finally"


"Oh is there something you need," Jane said, "My, my, have I caught your attention finally after all this time."

"Something I need?" Gabe responded quickly, as if he were hearing this question asked of him in such a way from a woman for the first time. "No ... I thought maybe it was the other way around. Maybe you need something ..."

Looking at him she smirked softly. Shaking her head she walked over to the weight bench.

"I suppose I could use someone to spot me.... been a while since I have gotten to push weight and see what I am capable of."

She said simply as she started placing 25 pound plates onto the bar. Till she had two on either side. Then she began with the smaller weights.

"Spot you." Gabe repeated her words softly, just loud enough for her to hear them. "These other guys--" He spoke the word with contempt "--they spot you."

He started her way moving close up behind her -- closer than a "trainer" would, not as close as a "lover" might -- waited for her to glance at him, smiled devilishly, and nearly purred, "They spot you, baby ... but I see you."

Shaking her head she rolled her eyes looking at him. Sitting down she straddled the seat and laid back.

"No, I have had no man spot me baby.... as in honesty you appear to be the only one I would deem capable of holding the weight if I drop it. It's not a come on so don't get your hopes to high.....baby."

Her tone was sarcastic once more. Placing her hands on the bar she adjusted her posture and lifted the weight up off of the safety bars.

Gabe grasped the bar with her, prepared to take the weight -- all or some -- as Jane needed.

His attention wasn't upon spotting for Jane; it was, of course, simply on Jane.

This one's tough. Tough nut to crack. This -- he smiled inside, and a bit outside as well -- I'm going to enjoy this one the most.

As he watched her proceed into her rep's, he kept his eyes firmly on hers. These other guys ... their gaze would have been upon those luscious tits. Gabe had gotten his view of them from the door; he'd made sure that she'd seem him get his view.

No, he would see those tits in there full glory when he was fucking her later -- maybe right her on this bench. Right now, it wasn't about her tits ... it was about her soul ... and about how this devil was going to steal it.

Jane continued with her reps till the pain shot through her arms and the sweat was once more drenching her again. Setting the bar back on to the safety bars she sat up. Grabbing her towel she wiped the seat from her neck and then wrapped it around allowing it to drape over her shoulders.

"Thanks."

She said before she stood up. Standing up she looked at him for a few moments before shaking her head again.

"My turn?" He said, sliding past her, again with the too close but not too close body space maneuver. "Unless ... you need to hit the showers."

He looked her up and down -- again, conspicuously -- then set his gaze back on her face. "I came across some ... girly soap. I could do your back for you."

The last statement, he made very matter-of-factly, with not a hint of devilishness. He left her to respond how ever she would as he began lifting the big weights ... on his way to tripling the weight she'd been pushing.

Becoming a bit peeved she set her towel down and went and stood behind the bench. Looking over to him she pursed her lips shaking her head.

"You spotted me, I can show the same respect, on the shower note I got that under control and don't need any help....from any one for that matter."

Her tone was simple and flat. All emotion having gone from her voice now. Standing there she watched him as she waited.

He'd expected her response. The others had practically thrown themselves at his feet. In fact -- he smiled, reminiscing -- one literally had, coincidentally, in the showers; that had been a nice afternoon.

No, he'd only thrown the "offer" out to test her. And she'd passed. Jane put up a tough exterior. But Gabe had a suspicion that she would fold eventually. She was a woman, an adult, and -- despite the attitude -- a sexual being.

He would have her. He just had to make it seem like it had been her idea the entire time. That's what he was looking for. She had to want him; he would see to it. Eventually ... they all did.

He took his eyes from her as he laid back until the massive amount of weight. He lifted the weights ... doubled her set ... then doubled it again ...

Jane watched him. His ways disgusted her. Yeah he looked good, but his attitude and the way that he just did pretty much any woman that would throw themselves at him. It disgusted her, sure he looked good but he didn't need to fuck every single woman. Her thoughts rolled as she stood there.

He was the reason she gave up sex. Well not him technically but men like him. She refused to allow herself to be a notch on the bed post or another woman to boost their egos.

She had, had her share of being just another notch on the post, and the ego booster, she was done. Sure she had kicked his ass when she had found out about it, but she would never allow herself to be that humiliated again. The thought of him made her feel sick as she stood there.

Pushing her thoughts back she looked over to the man that was currently in the room with her.

"Oh come on you got more than that in you don't you?"

She said mostly to just get rid of the silence, and because well the more she watched the more she was enjoying watching. That was all she would do, was watch though.

At her "egging", Gabe pushed through a third double set. It was too much -- his trainer, likely now a burned corpse in the middle of the Tom McCall Waterfront Park -- would have freaked. but he knew he could complete it; knew he wouldn't have to seek her help, his spotter.

He set the bar back in place with a little more clank than normal, drew a breath, rose.

He moved closer ... again. Reached out slowly, taking just the end of the towel around her neck, without pulling. He looked her directly in the eyes. "May I?"

Shrugging she looked at him and pulled the towel from around her neck for him.

"There ya go.."

She said to him simply as she stood there.

He pressed the towel to his face, not really needing to do it, but just wanting her to look at him further. She'd robbed him of his chance to slowly -- oh so slowly pull the towel from around her neck, as if "stripping" it from her body.

Oh, well. There were more moves to be played.

He brushed past her -- this time making just the minimalist of contacts -- and laid the towel over her shoulder once more. Heading for the door, he tossed back -- again in that suggestive-without-being-sexually-suggestive voice of his, "Going to shower. Maybe ... you should help me with my back."

And he was gone.

Gabe, of course, hadn't expected Jane to follow him out the Sweat Shop, let alone down to scrub his back in Heaven. She wasn't the type. She was, as he'd already determined, a hard nut.

But he'd have her ... eventually.

Despite her belief that she only just caught his attention, Gabe had been watching her like a hawk ... before today, before the 3rd Floor, before the SecureStore altogether. He'd first noticed her -- as he had with all the "do-ables" clear back at the "Facility" up at OHSU.

And to the best of his knowledge, she'd "gone without" the entire time. Now, he'd known lots of women who'd gone unbelievably long periods "without"; he wasn't such a fool as to think that there was some type of time limit for someone like Jane ... a countdown timer that, if not stopped with a hard fuck in some dark corner, would go off and cause Jane to simply implode with frigid regret.

No, that wasn't his belief at all. He simply believed that she was being tough until she was ready, until she found the right man to quench her thirst. Gabe, of course, was that man for her. He knew that. He had no doubts as to that. All he had to do was be there ... when the nut cracked.

In the meantime, he was horny, so he made his way back down Broadway to the unit he'd only left half an hour earlier. He peaked through the open door, saw her alone, and entered.

She smiled broadly, then immediately began shedding her clothes.

Yeah, he thought. At least this one belongs to me.

Continues back in main thread here.