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Atlas Gym | Friday

Sure the temperature outside was finally dropping below eighty, but within Atlas Gym, the heat was building.

There was no music.

There was no air conditioning.

There was only a hot and sweaty Russian who had spent the morning dragging old, dust-covered fans out of storage and setting them up to provide some relief to the Jazzercise participants who were literally going to be sweating to whatever oldies they could sing today.

Dimitri propped the doors to the gym open, hoping for a little natural air circulation while he went through his own workout, shirt getting heavy with perspiration. What? Like he was going to just hang out because of a little heat.

Atlas Gym was open for business!

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Rose shrugged a little, still amused. "Like you didn't know I was listening."

"I knew, but that doesn't mean I wanted you to hear," Dimitri told her. He'd even lowered his voice during the conversation in hopes she'd get the hint.

"Shouldn't have taught me to pay attention then," she shot back.

He crossed his arms and looked down at her. "I failed to realize that lesson had taken."

Rose glanced up at him, far too amused. "Like that's my fault? I thought you paid attention to this stuff."

"So somehow I failed to pay attention while teaching you to pay attention? I'm sensing a breakdown of logic here," Dimitri decided, lips pressing into a line to avoid smiling at her when it was not deserved.

"Again with it not being my fault," she teased, totally seeing that bit of amusement. "If you don't want me to listen, you should have your totally important conversations away from the campfire."

"It wasn't an important conversation," he told her. "But next time, I'll be sure to keep my distance."

Rose rolled her eyes. "Whatever. It was a joke, God."

"What I said that night wasn't a joke." Dimitri frowned, trying to make himself understood. "It wasn't important because it was a conversation that never should have happened."

"I know that," Rose said, frowning back a little. "I was joking. About the listening thing. I know you're not going to leave to go back to St Vlad's or anything."

"So we understand each other," he said with a nod. Sometimes just ensuring things were said was enough of a problem for him that Dimitri was glad for this odd discussion of theirs.

Rose twisted her lips a little, uncertain exactly how they'd ended up in this conversational morass. "Only if you're still cool with me mocking about Jessi and Yuri sitting in a tree."

Dimitri had no control over the sparkle in his eyes when he replied, "Because me being not cool would ever stop you from mocking, Rose?"

"Hell, I know you're not cool right now," she teased, eyeing his sweaty t-shirt. "But you know me. I wouldn't wanna get in trouble for being mouthy."

...totally the truth there. Really.

So she was right about his shirt. He saw no point in changing when he would just get sweaty again.

"You? Being mouthy?" Dimitri laughed. "I think we're beyond the point where you can get in trouble for your mouth."

"So you like my mouth?" Rose asked, her eyes dancing in a way he might recognise.

"Liking your mo--" Dimitri understood that look in her eyes before it was too late. "I'm not answering that."

"Which means it's a yes," she teased, far too amused at the reaction. "So what were you going to say?"

"That liking your mouth has nothing to do with anything, though from your reaction it might," he answered.

Rose laughed, shaking her hair back again to get it off her neck. "It's got something to do with something."

"Something to do with talking," Dimitri suggested.

"Yeah, yeah, something to do with talking," she decided. "What were we talking about? Oh yeah, Yuri and Jessi. Sitting in a tree."

Dimitri sighed with exasperation and tucked back hair that hadn't yet fallen in his face. "Why are they sitting in a tree?"

Oh, Dimitri. Don't engage.

"Because they're K-I-S-S-I-N-G," Rose said, trying not to laugh.

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