That fitness couple (JARI)

It was a saturday morning in Jake's home in the States when Marilyn woke up to soft kisses on her neck and a warm hand around her waist. Smiling without bothering to open up her eyes she sighed and snuggled closer into the embrace only to be reminded in an amused voice that they were going to hit the gym this morning.

Grumbling and slightly groggy the witch got up and got ready to hit the gym. Stretching a bit while he got ready in the bathroom Marilyn smiled to herself, looking forward to their fitness date. Both were very into physical fitness and Jake having been an athlete was already quite fit. In Guantanamo Mari had lost most of her muscle mass, but that was over a year ago and between training on her own, training with Gwen, auror training and her family heirloom that enchanced her physical strength as well as the strength of her magic she was quite fit as well. Her six pack was subtle, but defined. And due to working her way up to eating more normally she looked more like herself by now.

"Ready to go?" She asked her boyfriend as he emerged, bending down to tie her shoes tightly.
(Mari's workout clothes)

Taking Jake's hand Mari smiled up at him as they walked, stealing a kiss before he asked her what she wanted to work on. A brief montage of her workouts flashed through her mind consisting of, but not limited to basic archery, knife throwing, kickboxing, a variety of martial arts and strength and resistence training with weights around 100-150kg.

So that in mind Marilyn just smiled softly and replied in a light tone, "I'm up for whatever you normally do." the witch knew she'd have to tone her workout down so as to not raise a terrible amount of suspicion. Now, it wasn't a secret, per say, she wasn't keeping it from Jake, he could see the piercing, she just wasn't going to bring about the idea that the piercing could be more than a piercing.

Arriving at the gym Marilyn followed Jake to the lockers where she stowed her bag and turned to him, "What do you normally start with, then?" Then playfully adding, "I suppose you could always just benchpress me" she laughed.

Nodding at his rundown she followed him, "Then lifting me should be fun" Mari walked next to him, adding in a soft breath only he could hear, "As it usually is..." The witch kept a mostly normal expression, the slight upturn of her lips and smug twinkle in her eyes were the only hint that she was amused.

Beginning to jog beside him she reached around to tighten her pony tail and caught him looking at her in the mirror-wall that was further in front of them. Sticking her tongue out at his mirror image she teased, "I can set one foot in front of the other, been doing so for nearly twenty-one years now."

It was sweet, really, despite being wildly unnecessary, it was a cute gesture that showed he cared for her well-being. Even if her only 'threat' was a treadmill.
"I do go jogging, love. Please don't dim your workout down," the five minutes were up and Mari grinned up at him as she jumped off, leaning up to give him a kiss as he stepped off as well, "I promise I can keep up" the witch smiled playfully.

"You have to start slowly to last a long time."
Rolling her eyes the witch didn't reply; she didn't have to, he knew her. Marilyn laughed, smoothing her ponytail in her hands as he laid out on the floor, readying himself for her and she stretched her legs before sitting on one of his hands and leaning back slowly to rest her bock so his other hand was at the center of her spine and then raised her legs to plank, her arms across her chest.

Closing her eyes to concentrate on mainting her body tension she replied "Twenty-five. That should be a nice warm up." If he were just bench pressing a weight she'd give him more, but she had to lower the number because she had to plank the entire time and while that wasn't difficult, it would be a bit odd to him if she stayed stock still for a hundred reps.

Carefully, but not too slowly he began to lift her up and down as Marilyn remained poised and focused, feeling the familiar warmth in her muscles especially around her thighs, knees and abs. Exercising always felt good to the young woman, it released endorphins of course, which would probably be the main reason. And exercising with Jake was just more fun, she though, the squeezing of her rear here and there not going by unnoticed.

Biting back a sigh as he completed the reps with one more light squeeze she rolled off of him and moved to sit next to him as he sat up and cupped his chin in one hand, kissing him sweetly with only a hint at the passion beneath.

"My turn" she murmured, gently pushing him back into a laid back position and crawling so her hands were firmly placed above his shoulders on the ground and her feet were between his feet.
"How many pushups?" Mari asked playfully, looking down at him.

"I think you can equal mine quite easily,"
The smirk on her lips faded to a look of surprise and attraction that Marilyn didn't bother to hide when she felt his hands running along her bare stomach. Concentrating despite the distraction she began to push herself up and every time she came down she'd steal a kiss, sometimes just a peck, sometimes biting his lip gently and pulling for a split-second.

Counting in her head until she had reached 25 went by relatively quickly, she was always slower going down than up to really work the suspension. But by the time it was over his roaming hands had her nearly growling as she came down for the twenty-fifth kiss; a deep one, slow but quite heated.

Pulling up before they could get too carried away she groaned and rested her forehead on his chest for a moment, a grin lighting up her entire features, before sitting up muttering something that could be a fond curse followed by a vague "...too attractive..." and a soft sigh accompanied by a smile.
"What next, Mr.Fit?"

If Marilyn had once found it a bit difficult to keep her hands off Jake now the effort seemed herculean. When there was nothing but a small and vague sense of propriety keeping them at bay...well, to put it fairly; propriety seemed vastly overrated.

"How about a competition on the pull up bars?"
"Right on." She agreed, warming her wrists up after applying chalk and taking up the stance, easily keeping pace with him,even teasing with playful banter such as "Careful with those arms, I'll be needing your hands in one peice, eh?"

However around the forty mark she noticed he seemed to be having some struggles and realised to keep up with the charade she couldn't beat him, it wouldn't be realistic. It was already odd that she wasn't sweating or really out of breath.

So at forty-two Marilyn swung a bit and gracefully flipped once before landing on her feet on the mats and turning to face him, winking at him and walking up to him with a cheeky grin, wrapping her arms around his neck, "And what does the winner want for his prize...?"

"You can repay me in the shower later."
Marilyn's gasp was swallowed by the firm kiss he pressed to her lips after he spoke and she nearly melted into it before getting some vague idea of a grip on herself, even as his words caused his warm breath to mingle with hers and she kissed him back after he said she could pick the next exercise, just as firmly, feeling the tension between them steadily rising.

"Alright then, about you spot me whilst I do situps and then we swap? Fifty reps sound alright?" she whispered, kissing his jawline softly before, again, pulling away and laying on the mat, tucking her legs up and looking up at him suggestively, "I'm waiting..."

Fifty reps wasn't bad, light workout really, and she had a feeling the burning sensation in her abs wasn't all muscle.

Doing the reps felt nice, it was a comfortable workout, for fun as they had established. And if they'd been anyone else Mari would've wondered of there was something in the air, but it was Jake and it was her.

They were a very physical couple, almost always touching somehow, from fingertips across a dinner table to the light kiss he pressed to her knee when she was almost done; a gesture she greatly appriciated that brought a surge of warmth to her chest and a smile to her otherwise concentrated expression.

Coming up for the last one Mari simply kept moving so she was leaning over Jake, kissing him heatedly, hands in his hair, more or less disregarding the fact that they were in the gym, not that there was anyone around them. Mind drawing complete blanks as hot breath and warm lips mingled, both of them as eager as the other she pulled back out of the kiss oh so slightly, lips still grazing his when she took deeper breaths, foreheads pressed together.

"your...turn..." she murmured softly between kisses, trying to get her heartrate to lessen, finding it incredibly funny that the only thing in the gym so far that could get her winded was Jake.