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[Robin]

Sabrina was breathing hard by this point and was finally aware of just how quickly her heart was hammering inside her chest. It was starting to register, the pains and the muscles being stretched but it wasnt all natural, some of it was residual the pain was the reason she was stuck in recovery in the first place and it was rearing its ugly head once again. Luckily she was past letting that bother her it was now only a motivation- she needed to prove them wrong. They weren't at all evenly matched and that made it better, underdogs had more drive. But soon her hope was they would be even, that was the whole point of training at st. Vlads in the first place. Right now she was trying to use instinct alone, how good was she injured and without formal training? She didn't know his style so using textbook movement was pointless it was highly likely he was just as much trained with that. Surprisingly he allowed her attack to land which pulsed a certain thrill through Sabrina, until he grabbed her. I was simple logistics. He was heavier and had more control than her. So she was caught and he slammed her back against the mat, pinning her with a great amount of skill. Breathing hard she stared back up with him a chaotic mix of emotion in her storm gaze. She had to think fast- not get dissected by stupid things like proximity. For a seventeen year old this was difficult not to picture him as a really really attractive guy inches from her. Shaking off any awkward and frustrating hormonal response she got an idea. Heart still racing and breath still coming fast and hot she leaned up pressing her lips to his as if to kiss him. What she wasnt expecting were the fireworks that registered in her brain-she felt off balance, thrown off and.....well, wanting more. Ony some fuzzy factual part of her brain kicked in and she jerked her knee up catching him in a spot-stunning.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Every muscle paused. They froze in time because of the pure shock that ran through his body. Did this girl really just kiss him? This guy pretending to be a Stragoi? Thatcher couldn't think straight as electricity coursed through his nerves. Sure, you could have said that he slightly enjoyed it - he was still a guy no matter how serious and quiet his personality was - but he was so amazed at her "attack" he wasn't sure what he should think. The first thing that came to mind was to move back, get his body away from this situation. It brought his guard down considerably and his muscles moved around in more awkward, robotic, movements. So the next thing that came was almost just as much of a shock as the kiss had been. Pain. That's all Thatcher felt. She had nailed some sensitive male parts right on target with quite a bit of force. It unsettled his stomach and sent rockets all around the area. His body flopped and he quickly rolled off of Sabrina. With his back pressed against the blue plastic, he began to cup his manly parts and roll around. A groan slipped out of his mouth and his eyes shut as tightly as they could. "Okay. We're done." He whispered, his voice going up an octave as his legs curled up in front of him. Two painful strikes in one second. God, she was good at using her opponents sex against them. Dirty fighting at it's best. 

[Robin]

Sabrina was well aware of how risky that was- and her brain was still a bit out of sorts. She didn't know him but he was a guy, a very good looking guy an that was bound to set something off in any seventeen year old girl. It wasnt Sabrina fault. And besides she felt a small swell of pride it was kind of genius he was clearly shocked and that gave her a moment to um, stun him. It wasnt nice and it wasnt clean it was dirty and took advantage of his disadvantage one he couldn't help at all. As the pain hit him Sabrina felt his grip loosen and she quickly sat up extracting herself from his hand. Pushing up to stand she restrained herself from smiling. If anything she knew she'd made an impression whatever kind didn't matter but hopefully this would establish something so he didn't treat her like she boring child. Sabrina was neither. Seeing his reaction she frowned feeling just a little bad, bad also happy she hadn't been bested. Standing over him she looked down at him, golden head titled quizzically. She wanted to apologize, but didn't it was a waste. They weren't weak. Hearing him make a noise Sabrina shook her head " right um okay, done sounds okay" she agreed no tone leaking into her voice as she watched him try to comfort himself. Putting their materials away she looked at him once more, her delicate face holding a neutral expression " well it was nice meeting you, see you soon thatcher" she nodded then headed out



we should skip to a point where they've become friendly but tension is building romantically.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Otay. So what would you like to happen~

[Robin]

Mayb they meet again but for some other kind of training, not hand to hand combat but something that would create tension or something idk XD

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Maybe it's like Thatcher has to go to do something for a Moroi off campus temporarily? and had to bring Sabrina with him? Things get awkward on the trip

idk. I'm such bad at ideas v.v

[Robin]

That's fine

[Robin]

So plot wise since your not sure .theyve become friends and then go on this trip, tension starts to build maybe they end up acting on feels then next we have them fighting for a while over what to do about, it's not right for the to be together but they want to.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Okay! I'm working on a reply~ huehuehue

[Robin]

Kk

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Thatcher waited in the warmth of the gym this time. They had met enough to where he didn't feel the need for formalities. A closer relationship had been established between teacher and student to where they knew when and where to meet every day after classes. Right in the middle of the gym for whatever this guy had to throw at Sabrina. Today, there was nothing set up. No stakes. No matts. No coats for running laps in the freezing. It was just him leaning up against a wall near the door. His hair was slicked back in it's normal fashion - with curls pluming around in the back - but his clothes were different. He wasn't wearing work out clothes, sweats, or anything of the sorts. Just a pair of dark khakis, a black jacket, and a huge scarf wrapped around his neck that only exposed a little cloth from the green shirt he wore underneath. His eyes were focused on the tiny window of the building doors. Outside it was still white and frozen. 

[Robin]

Sabrina was on her way to meet thatcher, jogging briskly as she headed down to the gym, the air was just as cold and crisp as the first time but thankfully there were no falling snowflakes in sight. Slowly but surely, to Sabrina's surprise they'd become.,..friendly, if not friends. But neither of them seemed big on having real friends-as far as Sabrina knew. And that was alright, but being closer to him meant the sessions meant more. They challenged each other and she really enjoyed working it didn't feel like pathetic rehab training anymore, it felt good. Sabrina slowed as she approached the gym and made her way inside. Thatcher had asked for different attire, comfortable warm athletic clothes instead of training gear, so she complied. Her blonde hair was loose, she wore a dark blue jacket over leggings and a long sleeve grey shirt matched with a grey scarf wound loosely around her neck.  Seeing him Sabrina smiled and approached " hey, so what the hell is going on?' She asked smiling still and a playful tone in her voice. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

As soon as the female came into view, Thatcher picked his body off the wall and took a small step towards her. "We have to do someone a favor." He replied, placing his hands in his pockets and taking in a small breath through slightly parted lips. His hunter-green eyes shifted around the room for a moment before they landed back on Sabrina. His eyes skimmed down to her leggings for a moment, curious if they provided enough warmth. He was a guy, so leggings weren't exactly something he would wear so he had no knowledge of them. "We have to watch over Mr. Clyne while he visits a couple towns over. Since I had to bring someone with me, I figured this would be great training." A small smirk crossed his lips. His tone was just as playful as hers as he moved his optics up towards her face. "If you can handle it, then I would start packing. We are leaving as soon as you are ready." Normally, Thatcher wouldn't speak to his students like this - lightheartedly and playfully - but he had quite a bit of time to get to know Sabrina on a more personal level. He got to know her perks and personality more than ever - which brought some unwanted thoughts to his mind, but we won't mention that. They could be considered "friends" now. They didn't share everything like "bfflzzzz 4lyfe, but they didn't mind each other's presence so that meant something.

[Robin]

Sabrina looked around the room for a moment, breathing in the scent of sweat and hard work. This was where she belongs, working. It felt more like home than her own home....not that she'd lived anywhere but St. Vlad's since she was five. Hearing thatcher speak she look up smiling when he finally mentioned doing something. " yeah? I'm listening" she nodded shifting to lean back against the wall, golden locks falling in her face as she did so. It was surprising to remember a time when they hadn't been comfortable with him. She could remember with some fuzzy thought something about catching him where it hurt the first time they met. It brought a soft chuckle to her lips as she listened to him speak. " Mr Clyne? That sounds familiar" she nodded trying to recall where it was from but then stopped grinning at his other words. " your kidding!" She exclaimed shoving him happily. Sabrina was usually restrained but there was a look in her stormy eyes like a little kid on Christmas morning. But her face grew serious " of course I can- I'll be back soon" she promised then headed back out the door jogging happily back and collecting a bag. Heading back to meet him another thought finally sunk in..,.they were going away together-alone. Sure they did private training almost every day but a trip was different. Sabrina had ignored it as they'd become friends but there was something on her mind ever since she'd attack kissed him, this wasnt something she wanted to deal with.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Mr. Clyne was a popular name in many Moroi's voices. He was a strange man, apparently, and had a lot of back business that got him in trouble yet wanted by the Stragoi. This is why he recruited - more like demanded - the best guards for his protection whenever he visited another city. Normally, he didn't invite guards of his own to other towns because they didn't know the layout, and that made this crazy man a little uneasy. Either way, when he had heard the successes of Thatcher, he couldn't help himself. The man called up the school himself and demanded that Thatcher be given over to him for a week. After a long discussion and some careful persuasion, or threats, All this had come into place. 

Speaking of Thatcher, he was no longer in his spot against the wall. With a small nod to the female, he headed out behind her. Instead of making his way towards the dorms, he made his way to where the car had been. Hopefully, she wouldn't be too long - but she was a female. He prepared himself to be waiting in the cold for a while. At least it would give him time to warm up the car; which he did when he walked up to the black, 4-door mini cooper. Of course, this wasn't his car of choice, but Mr. Clyne had sent it saying "It fit in better" so Thatcher wasn't going to object. With his one suitcase already packed into the back, he place his booty into the front seat and started up the engine. It was only him, the purr of the engine, and the white snow outside for the time being. Peace like this was nice, but rare for his life. He couldn't help but try and enjoy it by closing his eyes and leaning his head against the head-rest.