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fan_flashworks2014-06-20 11:25 am
Pacific Rim - fanfic - Training
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Characters: Sasha and Aleksis Kaidanovsky
Wordcount: ~500
Prompt: Health and fitness
Tendo winced, walking by the training room, at the sudden crash of body against wall, out of synch with the steady toomtoom of that godawful music they listened to.
“Hahahaha.” The deep rumble of Aleksis’s laugh. “Barely a tap, Sasha. If you get any weaker, you will turn into an American.”
“American this,” she said, and there was the thwap of fist on skin.
Right. Tendo had to get this report to Marshall Pentecost. But...it could wait, just a few minutes, at any rate. It was just a status report: not like an imminent kaiju attack or anything. Tendo felt more than a little guilty as he slipped into the upper gallery. What? He was, you know, just going to make sure they didn’t kill each other or something.
He was just in time to see Aleksis grab Sasha’s arm and plant his heel, flinging her across the room. She got her feet under her, agile as a cat, kipping up almost as soon as her back made contact with the (thankfully) padded ground.
“You were not designed to fly,” Aleksis observed, dryly, loosening his shoulder with a shrug, twisting his head to the side to crack his neck, massive muscles shifting under the olive-green tank top.
“And you were not designed for looks,” she said, hotly, dropping into a crouch, wearing an identical tank top and shorts that showed a lot of her long, powerful legs. “Big hairy kirpich.”
His legs were also powerful, Tendo thought. Only, you know, a lot hairier. Like a bear. A bear that said that the hair on his head was dyed to within an inch of its life. “Looks? I choose performance. You can have the looks.”
“Are you saying I can’t perform?” Her red mouth pulled into a shape of mock insult. Only Sasha Kaidanovsky would wear her signature red lipstick even when sparring.
He spread his hands wide, exposing his chest. “I am saying I have only seen these...butterfly kisses.”
She ran at him, stopping half a pace before, spinning on her foot to swing her heel around her back, aiming it at her husband’s ribs. The blow landed with a thwack, with a grunt, before his hairy paws closed over her ankle, pulling her close and off balance.
She lowered her head, chin tucked to chest, so that her head smacked against his face, right in the nose.
He shook his head, releasing her, staggering back a pace. “Better kiss,” he said, his voice muffled behind his hand. “Now have one of mine!” The hand over his mouth swung out, catching her on the chin--the hand she flung up to block it barely moved the sturdy arm. But she wasn’t done yet: her bare knee drove hard into his solar plexus, doubling him over.
“Had enough?” She panted, wiping blood from her split lip with the back of one hand.
“Of you, my Sasha?” He looked up from under heavy brows, a little drop of blood welling from one nostril, his voice thin and breathless from her kneestrike. He grinned, the voice dropping into a teasing purr. “Never.”
Right, Tendo thought, as Aleksis pulled her closer into a hug, that told him the combat training was over, easing to the door on tiptoes. Time to go.
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