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“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” Oliver asked as Felicity laid out the yoga mats they had found in his mom’s private gym.
“You made me do the salmon ladder, now I’m going to make you do some yoga,” Felicity answered, “Besides, it will help you get your mind off your upcoming games.”
Also I have eaten a lot of food over break and I’d like to be able to still fit in something other than my yoga pants when we go back to school.
“I can think of some other things that would help me get my mind—“
Oliver paused as Felicity pulled her tank top off, revealing a bright pink sports bra, and stood at the top of her mat.
“Later,” she replied with narrowed eyes and then winked, “If you’re a good student. Now go stand at the top of your mat.”
Oliver complied and she began to lead him through some warm up vinyasas.
“Can you seriously not even touch your toes? The old ladies at the retirement home could touch their toes, I don’t think you’re even trying,” Felicity commented as they sunk into forward fold and her hands met the ground.
She watched in amusement as Oliver attempted to match her form, finally loosening up enough to touch his toes.
“Okay now jump back into plank,” she directed.
“I can do this,” Oliver boasted, “We do planks with weight plates resting on us.”
“Fantastic, now press up into downward dog.”
“What?”
“Put your booty in the sky,” Felicity simplified with a giggle and demonstrated.
She tilted her head to the side and grinned at the sight in front of her.
This is definitely better than teaching the old folks.
“What’s next?” Oliver asked.
“Give me a second, I’m admiring the view.”
“Ummm I think it’s very important that we maintain a professional instructor/student relationship,” Oliver teased.
“Oh really? Then I guess there’s some positions I’ll be leaving out of today’s class,” she replied.
“I guess I shouldn’t miss out on the full yoga experience…”
Felicity responded by releasing the pose, lowering to the ground and rolling underneath him, “Now bend your arms and slowly lower yourself down.”
He settled on top of her and raised an eyebrow, “Is this a real yoga pose?”
“No, I just want you to kiss me,” she admitted and reached up to pull his head down to her.
“Now that’s something I think I’ve mastered,” Oliver murmured into her lips.
She sighed as she parted her lips to allow his tongue to sweep across her own.
I have to agree.
After a few moments she pushed up on his shoulders, “We’re not done with yoga yet.”
Oliver let out a noise of protest as she wriggled out from underneath him and hopped up.
“Stand up,” she instructed and rested her foot on the inside of her thigh for tree pose.
“Are you serious?” Oliver pouted.
She propped her hands on her hips, “Yes I am; now let me see your tree.”
He struggled to balance and she held out an arm to help steady him. Once he was stable she released him and grabbed her toes to extend her leg out straight up over her head.
“Yeah, there is no way that’s happening,” Oliver remarked, “But I’m going to remember your range of motion for later.”
Felicity bit her lip and lowered her leg back down to the ground. After they had repeated the pose on the other side, and she showed him some stretches she recommended he do after his practices, Felicity showed off some of the trickier balances and inversions she could do while Oliver watched on in amazement.
“Impressive,” he commented as she gracefully dismounted from a handstand, “Did you have the retiree’s doing that?”
She laughed and shook her head, “Yeah, no.”
She came to sit in his lap and reached up to wipe a bead of sweat off his forehead, “Harder than you thought it would be, huh?”
“I am very sweaty.”
“You could probably use a shower.”
He pushed a strand of hair that had slipped out of her ponytail off her face, “You could too. Did you know that my shower is even better than the one in your guest room?”
“Is this so?”
He nodded, “Twice the size.”
“Well then it only makes sense that we shower together since we’ll have plenty of room,” Felicity stated matter-of-factly.
“Mhmmm,” Oliver stood up and lifted her to her feet, “Except I can’t guarantee that much “getting clean” will be happening.”
She looked at him with faux innocence, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Are you saying that the whole point of this little class and you wearing those tiny spandex shorts was not just to get me riled up?”
“Absolutely not.”
“You are a terrible liar,” Oliver replied and hauled her up over his shoulder.