A/N: Since Nathan's being a dick in my other ff, here's one where he's not. Same junk as before, taking next week off,  blah, blah, birthday, blah, blah, next update will be March 10th. Enjoy!

**Nathan**

Leaving my Human Anatomy class, I wonder if Sang is free. I remember her mentioning that she wanted to learn some self defense moves while we were out on Friday. Of course I jumped at the change and told her that I could teach her, I don't get enough time with her as it is. I need to make sure she knows that I care for her.

Having made up my mind, I head up to my room and change into a pair of red and black basketball shorts and a red and white t-shirt. After I'm done I head down the hall to Sang's room.

When I knock on the door Kayli answers.

"Is Sang here?" I ask her.

"I don't know," she looks back into the room with a frown, "Sang, are you here?"

"Now who's being petty." I hear Sang mumble.

"You're the one who won't talk to me." Kayli huffs.

"The price of my words haven't changed." Sang comments and she moves in front of the door, effectively pushing Kayli out of the way. "Hey Honey, what's up?"

"I had a bit of free time, did you still want to learn a few moves?" I ask her.

"Definitely, let me just grab my gym bag."

She goes back into her room, and comes out a few seconds later with her pink gym duffel bag. I take the bag out of her hand, slinging it over my shoulder, and intertwine our fingers. Taking the lead, I escort her out of the dorms and over to the rec building. Going inside, I lead her upstairs to one of the padded rooms used for sparring. They're usually empty around this time of day so we find a suitable one quickly.

"The locker rooms are down the hall Peanut. Why don't you go change and I'll stay so people know the room is occupied. We can change the sign on the door after you're done." I tell her.

"Ok Honey, I'll be right back."

While Sang is changing, I sit on the floor and do a few stretches. I know that I have to stretch her out as well, and I'll be no good if I'm not a bit limber first. When she walks back in, locking the door behind her, she tells me that she figured out how to switch the tag to occupied so that we wouldn't be disturbed. I'm surprised I hear any of it though with all the blood rushing in my ears. One look at Sang and my mouth dries up, my heart begins to beat faster, and my shorts start to tent a little. Sang had managed to make something as menial as a quick workout, into something as sexy as a Victoria's Secret runway show. She has on a pair of fitted black capri yoga pants, black and red nike's, and a dark pink racer back tank shirt that shows off her red sports bra underneath. Her high ponytail with the cascading curls completes the look.

How in the hell am I supposed to be professional when she looks like my walking wet dream? I have to think of something else. Dirty gym socks, uh, uh, the football teams jockstraps...Sang's tight ass as she bends to sit down...NO! Bad Nathan! Come on think. Think! Aha, Luke going commando! That did the trick.

I let out a sigh of relief and look up from the floor to see Sang staring at me with her head tilted to the side. She's so fucking cute when she's confused.

"Nathan?" She question.

Holy shit, was she talking to me?

"Yeah Peanut?" I ask, trying to get my mind back where it belongs.

"I was asking why you're on the floor." She says with a smirk.

"Oh, right. We have to stretch first. You wouldn't want to pull a muscle while doing a move just because you weren't lubricated- LIMBERED! Limbered properly! That's what I said. Yup, gotta be nice and limber. Niiiice and limber."

She smirks at me while she giggles and I fight hard to maintain my control. God! I can't believe I just said that. Although it's true. But Sang's not ready for that stuff yet. Right? Right. Not ready. But that's ok, I'll wait for her, and she'll pick me. I know she will.

"So what's first." She asks me after she's stopped her laughing, and is sitting in front of me.

"First we're going to stretch your legs. I want you to sit up straight and open your legs as wide as they will go while keeping your balance." I tell her.

Maybe we should've started with the arms...me seeing her legs spread like this is not a good idea. She's almost into a full split with perfect balance. Have I mentioned that she's my walking wet dream? Because she is.

I have us lean over our right leg and touch our toes for a count of 10 and continue to regret my decision about starting on the floor. This girl is amazing, her back is straight and she's practically laying on top of her leg into the stretch. There's nothing I have to correct on her form and I'm almost disappointed in it, until I get a reminder from my pants about how uncomfortable that might be for her. At the end of the 10 count, I have us do the same to the left leg, and hold for another count of 10. I then have us sit up and I grab her hands, pulling her forward to stretch out her thighs and back. Why do these positions never seem as intimate when I'm doing them alone? She's super close to my junk right now and I feel my face heat in embarrassment. Good thing she's looking at the floor right now. We hold the stretch for another count of 10, then I have her do the same to me and I get a nice view of her boobs all snug in her sports bra. Damnit Nathan! We hold the count for another 10 before I have us stand up and finish. This girl will be the death of me.

**Sang**

Keeping up with what Nathan was trying to teach me got a bit difficult after we finished stretching. He'd show me how to break out of a hold and then have to try it on him, and all I could think about was the way his strong arms felt wrapped around me. It made me feel safe, protected, like nothing could ever hurt me.

After I mastered a few breaking maneuvers, where I could get out of the hold without having to think about it, he told me about this cool flip thing where I'd be able to throw the person over my shoulder. Since he didn't want to hurt me by doing it, he walked be through the steps for me to do it on him, without actually flipping him. I was a little nervous about actually trying the move on him, because it seemed like it would really hurt, but he promised that he'd be ok.

We took a break before actually trying, and while I was drinking my water, he snuck up behind me. I have no idea how I did it, but one minute he was behind me, and the next he was laid out on the floor in front of me. I actually managed to knock the breath out of him. We decided that that would be a good place to stop.

"Hey Nathan?" I call out to him as I pick up my bag. "What do you say to a dip in the pool to cool off?"

"Alright." He smiles, "But no heavy swimming, I don't want you to catch a cramp. You wanna head to your room first or mine?"

"Actually, I was thinking that we could just go like this."

"You serious?"

"Yeah," I smile. "Come on."

His face lights up with a smile as he follows me out of the room and down to the pool. When we get downstairs, a few people are coming out of the pool, leaving it empty for the 2 of us. We place our bags down on one of the chairs, and slip out of our sneakers and socks.

Nathan takes off his shirt, and I can't help staring at the deep muscles of his abs as drops of sweat move down his body.

What I wouldn't give to be a drop of that sweat right now...

Ok, that's kind of gross, but you get what I mean.

Shaking myself out of my Honey Haze, I pull off my tank top, fully revealing my red sports bra. The look on Nathan's face as he drinks me in makes me glad I picked it.

I motion over to the water, and together we run over and jump in. Coming back up, Nathan stays clear of the ladders, probably weary of our last pool adventure. My hair is barely in its ponytail anymore after our workout, and jumping in the pool, so I take out the elastic and shake my hair out, managing to splash Nathan in the process.

He takes it as an act of war, and the splash war begins. Nathan gets a leg up when he closes the distance between us and picks me up, just to splash me back in the water.

I come back up sputtering water and laughing with all of the air in my lungs. My laughter dies down as I notice that his hands are still on the exposed skin of my waist. One look into his serious blue eyes and I'm lost. No more giggles escape. It's just him and me, and the way his arms feel wrapped around me.

Feeling slightly awkward, I place my hands on his chest, which apparently set his next action in motion. His lips crash onto mine, and I gasp at how soft they are, compared to the rest of his hard body. He takes this as an invitation, and his tongue snakes out across my lips.

From that moment on, I'm lost. My eyes close as I release a sigh and kiss him back with everything I am. As our tongues tangle in our joint mouths, my hands find their way into his soft hair, his arms tighten firmly around my waist. All thoughts escape me, and all there is, is me, and Nathan, and this glorious Monday.