16848/This is how Viltrumites Flirt

This is how Viltrumites Flirt
Date of Scene:	09 January 2024
Location:	Fogwell's Gym
Synopsis:	Mark takes Sunny out for a spar. Things get intense.
Cast of Characters:	Mark Grayson, Sunny Harlow

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Mark Grayson has posed:
When Mark asked Sunny out to go training, he had explained it was going to be a little hand to hand combat, but he hadn't explained exactly what it was. Just a reminder to pack her headgear and gloves. The gym at the Titans Tower was an option, but it was so open and clinical and plain. Mark, at his heart, loves trying new things.

And there was just something about this gym he'd found. It felt like a time capsule, like a night on the couch with the girls, watching Rocky or Raging Bull and he had just wanted to recreate it, because it just felt far more... cozy? Comforting? Intimate.

Arriving with his hand in Sunny's, he carries their gym bags over his other shoulder, because a boy should always carry his girl's bag. But he's handing it off to her, "I'll pay the fee and sign us in. Wanna get changed and we'll meet at the ring?"

Sunny Harlow has posed:
Dressed for a workout rather than a battle...but it was a little more classical and comfy. Wrapped in her bright yellow shorts and a black workout top, she looked almost like she were trying for a 'bee' theme as she moves beside him, grinning a little. "I mean, I'm good to go. My walk-out clothes are in the bag, but I'll start wrapping my hands while you do the thing."

A peck, her lips come to his cheek with a smile. "Meet you there."

Mark Grayson has posed:
As Sunny shows off what she's wearing, she can easily tell she has Mark's attention. "Why can't that be your normal costume?" he asks her with a grin, a hand on her side for a moment, before he shakes his head. "Naw, I'd be distracted the entire time and get my ass kicked." A teasing wink as she kisses his cheek.

And he could nearly float over to the counter to handle the sign and all. After taking care of that and changing into his training clothes, a pair of blue shorts and a yellow muscle shirt that teases the thin and muscular frame that she has more intimate knowledge of. A tape job and gloves later, he's coming up to the ring to find her.

"Back." he offers as he moves into the ring and bounces up and down on his toes a few times. "No flying." he suggests as a rule. "And lets try not to destroy any walls this time?"

Sunny Harlow has posed:
"I'll take that under advisement," Sunny muses, grinning up at him as they move into the ring. "I suppose they would ask us to leave if we bust the place up..." she muses softly, offering a wink and then lifting her hands before rolling her shoulders. "Hands only then?" she questions, tilting her head to the side.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"You do work wonders with your hands." Mark teases back as he approaches her and chuckles. "Should we put a wager on it?" comes the question as he considers hers. "I think it might be best if we go hands only. Don't want you losing control~" he teases as he casts a wink at her, and offers his gloves for the pre-match tap.

Sunny Harlow has posed:
A mock pout, but her glove taps to his, a little friendly moment before things turn feisty!

Once they start? She's moving in, a quick combo of punches and jabs from the girl who was usually a little more leg-based.

To be fair, she did have to teach herself!

Mark Grayson has posed:
Which is why they're doing this. Sunny will not ever have to train herself again. She's got a support system. And well, Mark wants to be a part of it. With their gloves tapped, he moves back, drifting on the mat, it could almost be flying, but his toes remain touching.

He starts on the defensive, feeling those blows at Sunny throws them, the punches and jabs coming in fast. "Good, good!" he comments to her as she gets a couple of blows in.

"I was wondering if taking away your legs would be a handicap." he admits as he starts to finally return blows. And she may be able to tell that at least his father showed him how to throw a punch. He's efficent, there's no wild swings or wasted effort, he's not as good as Omni-Man was, but he can at least train blows with his girlfriend.

"So..." he ventures. "We're two days from a month. How're you feeling about things?"

Sunny Harlow has posed:
Her acrobatics had made her creative, unpredictable, but it had limts when facing better trained people as strong or stonger than her...or when she couldn't fly around.

"It probably is," she admits as she lifts her hands, soing her best to try and guard and weave. "But I can be stubborn like that!"

His punches come in and eventually she turns, wearing a couple against her side so she could pivot and try a hook at him. "I couldn't be happier...I hope the beach told you both that..."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark watches, taking in her moves and pivots. And learning to adapt to - and work with them. Her being creative is one of the things he's enjoyed most about her. He misjudges one of her weaves and Sunny is able to get into his side for a few punches.

Pushed against the ropes for a moment, he grunts, and laughs. "Yeah, I think it was that stubborness that wore us down." comes the light comment as he moves to try to use his larger size to get off the ropes and go on the counter-attack. "It did. Like I said, it's been a crazy month. Just. Still interested."

Sunny Harlow has posed:
He's bigger, stronger and had a bit better training, pushing her back was certainly something he was capable of, driving her back to the defensive and landing a few good hits before she pivoted and shoved at him to push him back and then reset her guard.

"Me too," she grins lightly. "You two have been wonderful, beyond words...alien attacks or not, I couldn't ask for better partners."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"And you have been patient, kind, energetic and wonderful yourself." Mark offers as he gets pushed back by Sunny. Backpedalling, he grunts, a soft noise of a growl, that isn't exactly in anger as she resets her guard.

"You're a pretty good kisser, too." That to set Sunny off-gaurd as he comes in to try to catch her at the jaw with a haymaker.

Sunny Harlow has posed:
Thankfully, a haymaker is a little easier to see coming, the heroine ducking her face down and bringing her elbow out to catch the blow and then attempting a twist of her hips to throw a punch inside that guard, grinning a little more despite herself. "You're not so bad yourself..."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Sunny gets inside that guard and there's a whoof of breath as she connects with that tight ab structure on Mark's middle and there's a reaction. Instead of doubling over, he wraps his arms around Sunny's waist while she's inside of him.

There's a hard twist and he moves to toss her skywards. She can easily stop herself, but Mark immediately realizes what happened and backpedals. "Crap, crap!" There's a moment of panic there. "Little intense!"

Sunny Harlow has posed:
She could stop herself, she could even take to the air, but that would out then more than a little. Thankfully, if anyone was going to be able to spring back to their feet? It was going to be a varsity cheerleader.

Taking the tumble she lets her motion carry her up till she could tuck and roll back to her feet...even if that has her bouncing against the ropes and grinning.

"Oh, so we're playing that game, huh?" she questions, grinning lightly only to spring onwards, lifting her hands up to punch a 'superman' punch, only to have her shift and bring her legs into a wrapping takedown.

Okay, she was kinda cheating, but as she tried to take him down and roll atop of him, it wasn't -actually- a kick.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Well. All bets are off now obviously. And it's clearly too late to apologize.

As Sunny comes flying in, Mark brings his arms together in front of his chest to block the punch, but then she rotates. There's shock on his face as she wraps and slams him to the mat, the sound of it reverbing through the gym as he lets out a breath. "It's on!" he calls out.

And as she rolls on top of him and looks down, he swings out his arms to try to break her grip, and rises off the mat to twist and try to slam her down against the ground with force, him over her in return.

And if he succeeds... he looks down at her, and there's an intense glare. A heat.

And his mouth presses hard against hers in a heated kiss.

Sunny Harlow has posed:
He might succeed, but only after she's landed a couple of strikes against him with her gloves. She couldn't hold him down if it came to a matter of strength after all, but that wasn't the purpose of such a move.

Her balance was good, all things considered, but he could simple out-power her in that moment to flip her over...and claim that kiss.

It's a kiss that's as excitable and intense as the sparring might be, even if the pair of them were technically holding back...but eventually her hands come between them, pushing Mark up with a little laugh. "Fairly sure that's an illegal move...and we'll get ourselves thrown out."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Pushed back, Mark laughs and floats backwards. "Right. Ahem." His cheeks are red, and he probably just realized he moved too fast for his girlfriend. A cleansing breath is taken, as he settles back on the mat, back into the boxer's pose, one leg forward, bent, the other back and straight as he brings his gloves back into position.

"Alright, I'm ready." he offers to her, trying to shake off those intense feelings he had for a moment and get back to normal.

Sunny Harlow has posed:
Too fast? Not quite, if he were paying close enough attention to the flush to her cheeks. Still, he's back to his boxer's pose and he claims he's ready?

One could only hope, because with that moment? She lept at him, ready to exercise that same energy, one way or another!

Mark Grayson has posed:
That's the thing with Viltrumites. Not that either of them realize... they do everything at an all or nothing pace. Be it sparring. Or relationships.

And there is plenty of youthful energy to be worked out.