The air in the gym was thick with heat and the scent of sweat — not unpleasant, but heavy. Sunlight streamed in through the high windows, cutting across the mats and punching bags in sharp golden beams. The only sounds were the steady thudding of fists against a hanging bag and the rhythmic breathing of the Lucario girl striking it.
Lucy was flawless in motion — precise, powerful, disciplined. Her lithe body twisted and snapped with every strike, her fur slick with sweat, her curves flexing with honed strength. Her toned stomach rose and fell with practiced breath control, and her long legs shifted with practiced grace beneath her black and blue compression shorts. Her ample chest strained slightly beneath the tight training top she wore, modest but firm. She didn't fumble. She didn't falter.
Except for one moment.
Aiden leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her with the relaxed gaze of a trainer who admired every movement of his partner — not just her strength, but her beauty. His dark hair was tousled, a towel draped across his shoulder. He hadn't meant to interrupt. But when Lucy landed one especially graceful roundhouse, her thigh muscles rippling from the motion, it just… slipped out.
"You've gotten cuter, you know that?" he said with a grin. "So precise… and seriously, you're just precious to me."
The gym fell silent.
Lucy's next punch stopped mid-air. Her ears perked. Her tail stiffened.
And then, very slowly, she lowered her arm, turned, and looked at him.
Aiden blinked. "Uh… what?"
Her face was completely red — from exertion, sure, but now very clearly from something else.
"Say that again," she said quietly.
Aiden straightened a little. "What, that you're—?"
"Slower," she interrupted, stepping forward. Her voice was low. Dangerous. Playful. Her tail swayed behind her like a metronome.
She crossed the room in four smooth steps, not breaking eye contact once. Her chest was rising a little faster now. Sweat clung to the fur along her cleavage, shining under the light. Her breath steamed faintly in the air between them.
She stopped only inches from him.
Aiden leaned back slightly against the wall, unsure whether to smile or be very, very cautious.
"I-I just said you looked cute," he offered with a nervous grin. "And that you're… precious to me?"
Her paw-like hands slammed into the wall on either side of his shoulders, pinning him.
Lucy leaned in until her nose brushed his.
Her voice was a whisper now, laced with restrained hunger. "Do you have any idea what it does to me when you talk like that?"
Aiden swallowed. "Uhh…"
"I spend every day here trying to stay focused," she hissed, her breath hot on his lips. "Controlling my aura, pushing myself to improve, staying sharp…"
She pressed her body closer, just barely grazing his chest — close enough to feel the heat, to feel the trembling control in her muscles.
"And then you say stuff like that… like it means nothing."
"I-I meant it!" he stammered.
Her eyes narrowed, then softened slightly — and that made it even worse somehow. Because her usual control was gone. And what was left was something wild, possessive, and desperate to be seen.
"You've never said anything like that before," she whispered, voice trembling. "You compliment the others. You flirt. You tease. But me? You always kept it professional. I thought you didn't want me that way."
Aiden stared at her, stunned.
"I… I always wanted you," he said. "I just thought you didn't."
She blinked.
Then, without warning, she kissed him.
Her mouth was warm, her lips trembling, her tongue flicking out to taste him in a sudden, overwhelming surge. Her body pressed forward, squishing her chest lightly into his, her tail wrapping around his thigh with instinctual need. She kissed him like she was making up for lost time — hungry, intense, and shaking.
When she finally pulled back, a string of saliva connected their lips, and she was panting softly, eyes half-lidded and burning.
"You're going to say it again," she ordered. "Slower. This time, into my ear."
Aiden blinked. "L-Lucy—"
Her claws dragged gently down his shirt, not breaking skin, but pulling fabric tight.
"Say. It."
He shivered. "You're… cute. Strong. And… precious to me."
She exhaled hard, her breath hitching. "That's better."
Then she leaned in again, her voice barely audible. "And I swear, Aiden… if you ever say that to anyone else again…"
Her claws trailed lower.
"I'll break their legs."
He wasn't sure whether to be terrified or incredibly turned on.
Maybe both.
She kissed him again — slower this time. Deeper. Her discipline was gone. Her restraint had snapped. And now all that was left was raw, needy affection disguised under the dominance of a fighter who was finally letting herself feel.
And Aiden… let her.