#May your demons slumber and your dreams be gay <3

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don't make me wait another day, chapter two (kamasia) - holtzmanns, writworm42

chapter 2: keep fightin’ for it

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AN:

Writ: sorry for the delay in posting this chapter, folks! As per usual it was a lot of fun to write, credits to Holtz for taking care of the gym portion on account of I am Gay and do not like to move. Thank you 3000 to beanierose for beta-ing so thoroughly! You’re great. Hope y’all enjoy!!

Holtz: Chapter two is here. Writing a gym fic with Writ, who has never been to a gym in their Life, is hysterical and fun. We hope you enjoy it. Bean is the bestest for betaing <3

“Don’t y’all dare say anything,” Asia huffs as she, Monet, and Monique head out of the gym. The other two women are already sporting shit-eating grins and giggling amongst themselves.

“Say anything?” Monique gasps, putting a hand to her chest. “I don’t know what you mean. Monet baby, you know what she means?”

“Us? Say anything about how you didn’t want to come to the gym, then you enjoyed it the most of us? Girl, we would never.” Monet shakes her head, taking on her girlfriend’s shocked tone. Asia rolls her eyes.

“Hey Asia, what was her name again?” Monique asks innocently.

“Kamer-Bitch, what are you implying?” Asia does a double take, her hand on her hip as she stops in her tracks by Monique’s car.

“There’s no implication here, honey. Why, you thinking about something?”

“Oh, she’s thinking about something, girl. Starts with a K, ends in some big ol’ muscles wrapped around her-”

“Y’all want to be banned from the apartment? ‘Cause I can change the locks,” Asia interrupts them. She grabs the keys from Monique’s hand and unlocks the car door before sliding in, hoping that slamming the door behind her might shut out their snickering.

“Geez, someone’s touchy,” Monet teases.

“Just drive, bitch.”

If the other two notice that Asia’s leg is bouncing uncontrollably, or that her face feels hot enough to heat the car, they don’t say anything.

The rest of the ride passes without incident, all three of them soon finding about five other topics to bounce between as they joke and argue or just laugh and share stories. Realistically, the drive is only twenty minutes long, but when Asia’s with Monet and Monique, that’s ample time to work with. By the time they’ve moved from a debate about the best kind of Cheeto to stories about how they all got their asses whooped in church as kids, Asia’s long forgotten about the gym and the beautiful trainer that works there.

Well, almost.

Asia’s never had much trouble falling asleep. In fact, she sleeps like a baby most of the time, dropping off the minute she hits her pillow and slumbering so deeply she barely remembers her dreams by the time she wakes up in the morning.

Tonight is an entirely different story. Asia falls asleep fast enough; it’s when she starts to dream that the trouble begins.

She’s back in the gym, on the elliptical again. Only this time, it’s different - for one, Monique and Monet are nowhere to be found. The smell, too, is absent - at least the one she remembers.

Instead, there’s something else invading her senses, something flowery, a little spicy, like expensive perfume and Old Spice mixed together. She can swear she’s smelled it before, but she can’t figure out where.

“You almost done on that machine, baby?” A voice behind her makes Asia jump, and then suddenly, the gym is gone, and she’s back in her bedroom, and…

And Kameron is in front of her?

“Why don’t you lie down, sweetheart?” Kameron takes a step towards Asia, who’s powerless to do anything but oblige her, quickly crawling onto her bed and laying flat for Kameron to stand over. “There we go. You must be so tired, working out so hard.”

Asia swallows hard, but it does nothing to wet her suddenly-dry throat. She feels her heart begin to pound as Kameron crawls onto the bed after her, moving to straddle and box her in.

“Tell me, baby, are you as good as you look? Or am I gonna have to train you in that, too?”

Asia feels fingers brushing against her cheek, and she wants to reply, God, she wants to reply, but Kameron is looking at her and licking her lips and leaning in for a kiss, and-

Asia wakes up with a start, her heart pounding and her hand down her sleep shorts.

“Damn, you really can’t wait for Thursday, can you?” Monet grins when Asia emerges from her room fifteen minutes later, legs wobbly and shorts probably still not on quite right.

“Shut up.” Asia rolls her eyes, trudging over to the bathroom to wash her hands.

So maybe Asia has ulterior motives when she stops at the mall and buys new workout clothes before her second session with Kameron. Who can blame her? She knows she’s going to look like a sweaty mess by the end, but she wants to go in with something to work with, at least.

From the way that Kameron swallows hard when she sees her, eyes roaming over her tank and shorts that hug her ass perfectly, Asia knows she’s made the right decision.

Kameron recovers quickly though, as she leads Asia to the open floor area. She drums her fingers on her clipboard and it’s like a switch has been flipped, her face all business. “First, time for a warm-up. How do you feel about burpees?”

It turns out that Asia really, really, does not like burpees.

“Bitch,” Asia pants as she stands up on shaky legs, readying herself to crouch down for another burpee, “If I survive this warm-up, I’ll kill you.”

Kameron looks like she’s trying to hold back a laugh. “Twenty. There, was that so difficult?”

“Yes.” Asia bends over, hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath. Her brow furrows when she looks up at the clock on the wall - it’s only been five minutes since they started, which is impossible, since it feels like she’s been doing burpees for ages.

“We’re not done the warm-up just yet. Time for some high knees.” Kameron grins at her when she lets out a groan.

“Demon. Actual demon.”

Things get better once they move onto the actual workout. Kameron grabs a twelve pound weight and passes it to Asia, who tries her best not to look like she’s going to drop it immediately, because damn is it heavy in her arms. She watches as Kameron then grabs a twenty five pound weight for herself, and has to resist the urge to gawk.

“How the hell are you gonna lift that?”

Kameron wordlessly lifts it above her head with one arm in a smooth motion, her arm not shaking or showing any strain. Asia feels her mouth go dry, unable to look away from how Kameron’s muscles flex as she brings her arm down.

“Ah. That’s how.”

“Tell me if this weight is too heavy for you, okay? We’ll go down if you need to. I want to push your muscles just enough, not too much that you end up injuring yourself.” Kameron’s voice is uncharacteristically soft and Asia can’t help but melt a little at the words, even though she’s not going to injure herself in the least, thank you very much.

“I’m just fine with this. I’m strong. Ish.” Asia is. She’s capable of beating Monet in arm wrestling every single time that she challenges her, without fail. She can handle a measly weight. Asia hasn’t yet beat Monique, though. The girl is strangely built.  

Asia can see what a professional Kameron is as she takes her through a series of exercises with the weights and then around the gym, to the different machines until her legs feel like absolute jelly and her arms are weighed down. Kameron prefaces each one thoroughly with what area it’s supposed to target, and demonstrates before getting Asia to try. Kameron offers corrections with a gentle touch of her hand that nearly make Asia jump each time, despite the strain of her muscles and the sweat building on her brow. Asia almost wants to fuck up more just to get Kameron’s hands back on her, though the stupidity of the idea isn’t lost on her either.

Kameron leads her to the squat rack, leaning against it and facing her. “Saved my favourite for last.”

If Asia’s truthful, it may be her favourite, too. Not because she’s ever used a squat rack in her life, but because she’s thinking back to her last time at the gym when she had first seen Kameron, helping another client at the rack. And now here Asia is, Kameron now helping to train her . Asia gets to spend more time with her, flirt with her a little more, and sure, she has to do god-awful exercise at the same time, but she’s quite impressed by her own finessing abilities.

“Ever done a squat?”

“Ever done a-of course I’ve done a squat, who do you think I am?” Asia sputters. “Sure, I’ve been naturally blessed with this ass, but even perfection requires a tune-up sometimes.”

Asia pats her own butt and Kameron cracks up, her head tilting back when she laughs. Asia tries her best to ignore how adorable the sight is.

“How about a weighted squat?” Kameron pats the bar against the rack, and Asia tries not to let the trepidation show in her face. The plated weights for the bar look fucking huge, and Asia’s no Olympic level weight lifter by any means.

Asia crouches down to look at the number on one of the weights. “Fifty pounds? Jesus Christ. You think I’m the Hulk or something?”

“We’re definitely not starting with that one, don’t worry. If you squatted with it, you probably wouldn’t be able to come back up.” Asia’s ready to protest Kameron’s statement, about to interject that she’s not weak either, but Kameron continues. “That’s the kind of weight that you’ll be able to build up to eventually. Right now we’ll just start only with the weight of the bar.”

Asia purses her lips. “Will my ass look better?”

Kameron’s face flushes. “Since I’m working, and out of respect in general, I don’t think I can answer that-”

Asia grins. “Don’t worry. Already saw you looking. I know it looks great.”

Kameron’s face turns even more red as she stutters, and Asia can’t help but let out a snort. “Just teasing. Now are we going to squat or not?”

“Unbelievable.” Kameron shakes her head, grabbing the bar. “Truly unbelievable.”

The squats with the bar are more difficult than Asia anticipates, having to keep the position of the bar along her back in mind along with her form while she squats. She lets out a huff when her knees accidentally begin to turn in as she bends down.

“Here, let me help with positioning and spot you.” Kameron comes up behind her and suddenly Asia is very aware of her presence, and can feel her gaze along her back, assessing her form.

“Is it okay if I put my hands on your hips while you squat?” Kameron’s voice is soft in Asia’s ear, and she has to suppress the way that it makes her shiver. “Just to keep you straight.”

Asia wants to crack a pun about how she’s never been straight in her entire damn life, but the words die on her lips and she just nods. Kameron lets out a little hum, and her light touch along her hips is tantalizing, leaving Asia wanting to melt into her hands. As if they’re not in a gym, and she’s not Asia’s trainer, and as if it wouldn’t be incredibly inappropriate to just turn around and kiss Kameron right here and now.

Kameron’s voice is smooth in her ear behind her. “Okay, now I want you to squat slowly again, keeping your back straight and while looking forward.”

Asia does so, feeling the way Kameron’s hands keep her in line, keep her body from twisting. Kameron squats behind her so that she can continue to spot as Asia continues her reps, and it feels like the gym version of dirty dancing at the club, from how close behind she is, nearly pressed up to her. Asia’s not sure if the trembling in her legs is from the squats or from thinking about Kameron pressed up against her in other ways.

“You spot all of your clients like this?” Asia can’t help the quip as Kameron grabs the bar from her to put it back on the rack. If she’s going to feel flustered, she’s going to bring Kameron down with her too.

Kameron reacts just the way that Asia expects her to, letting out a throat clear that turns into a cough. Though the words out of her mouth that follow are not what Asia expects. “Just the ones who I think could really benefit from this type of…close support.”

Asia can feel her mouth falling open, unceremoniously closing it as her face heats up. Kameron winks, winks, at her. The gall. “You’re not the only one who can play at this game, y’know.”

Asia takes a sip of her water to distract herself from the way that Kameron is looking at her, eyes twinkling as she picks up her clipboard. Kameron runs her finger over the page and shrugs. “Looks like we’re all done for today.”

“Already?” Asia can’t hold back the note of disappointment in her voice. Sure, she’s exhausted and she’s never sweat so much in her life, but she’s having fun. And wants to put herself through it again to spend more time with Kameron.

“Already. You crushed it. Be proud.” Kameron’s grinning, and Asia can’t help but return the smile. “How are you feeling?”

Asia shrugs. “Honestly? Not bad. My muscles don’t even feel that sore.” It’s a lie, a complete lie from the way that she feels incredibly shaky on her feet, but she’s not going to tell Kameron that. Kameron, a gym goddess who probably could do the workout that Asia just did without even breaking a sweat.

“Yeah? Well that’s good to hear.” Kameron has a smirk on her face, as if she can see right through her. She writes something on the edge of the page on her clipboard, ripping the piece of paper off and holding it out to Asia. “Here’s my number. Text me how you feel in the morning.”

Asia wiggles her eyebrows. “Giving me your number already, huh?”

“And to schedule another session.”

Asia is undeterred, grabbing the slip of paper from Kameron’s hand. “You’d best believe I will.”

“Good.” Kameron has a gleam in her eye again, charm exuding from her gaze, and Asia’s mesmerized by it. “I like clients with dedication.”

“I bet you do.”

When Asia wakes up the next morning, she feels like she’s been hit by a truck. An incredibly large truck, one that’s run her over several times and turned her muscles into absolute lead.

What on earth did Kameron do to her? Her muscles weren’t this sore the night before, during her hot shower when she got home from the gym.

She reaches out to grab her phone from her bedside table and has to hold back the urge to wince, the muscles of her arm tensing as she tries to move them.

A: Do you specialize in full body paralysis? Bc I think I’m fully there now. I can’t move AT ALL

K: LOL. So a good first workout then, huh?

A: I truly think I’m dead

K: Epsom salt bath and some Tylenol. You’ll thank me later.

A: How on earth do you do this gym shit all the time?

K: Your body gets used to it! Eventually, the pain starts feeling kinda like a reward for working hard.

K: I know how you’re going to read that first text. Don’t say anything.

Asia snorts at her phone. It’s true, she had been about to make a joke about Kameron liking a little bit of pain. She takes pity on her, though, replying with something a little less spicy.

A: If I’m still alive after a couple days of this pain, let’s talk about a second session.

K: Really? Yay! I’m so glad you had a good time at the first one. :)

Asia has to resist letting out an audible aww. She can almost picture Kameron on her phone, typing out the emoji with a grin on her face. The girl is too cute for her own good.

Asia crawls out of bed eventually, waddling her way to the kitchen because her thighs are screaming at her in pain. She lowers herself onto a chair by the kitchen table with a wince, rolling out her neck and shoulders.

Monet looks at her from where she’s leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping her coffee. “Why do you look like you’ve just been beat up or something?”

“Fully think Kameron killed me with that gym session.”

“Oh, she did now, did she?” Monet cocks an eyebrow, smirking as she takes another sip. “She whipped you good?”

“Don’t you start.” Asia points at Monet sternly, her glare accusatory.

“Nothing starting but the truth, girl.” Monet waves Asia away as she shuffles towards the coffee-maker, every move making her wince as a stabbing pain shoots through her quads with each step.

“Don’t you got to get to work?” Asia rolls her eyes. She tears her attention away from Monet, who’s giving some excuse about how it’s summer and school’s out, to stare at the machine in front of her, attempting to will her arms to reach up and grab the coffee pot.

They don’t.

“Let me get that for you.” Monet grins.

“I don’t need you to.”

“Sure you don’t.” Monet grabs a ‘PUSSYCAT’ mug from the cabinet above them and pours Asia some coffee, acting incredibly nonchalant, like there’s no innuendo for Asia to get. Asia grunts her thanks as she takes the cup and stifles a groan as she begins to struggle towards the kitchen table.

“You want fruit? Maybe an apple? Or some figs? We got some pretty fat figs in the fridge.”

“No, I’m-Bitch, shut up. ”

Monet looks like she’s about to say something else when Asia’s text alert pings, interrupting their bickering. Mercifully, Monet walks over to grab Asia’s phone from where she’d left it on the kitchen counter the night before, handing it over to her and rolling her eyes when Asia mouths a little thank you.

She casts a look down at her phone and almost swallows her tongue.

K: So? Did you try some Tylenol?

A: Not yet lol… can’t reach up for the cabinet

A: Do you pay this much attention to all your clients or just the pretty ones?

There’s no reply for a moment, and Asia’s heart drops, doubt seeding itself in her chest as regretful thoughts run through her mind. Was that too much? Was she misinterpreting Kameron’s vibe? Had she come on too strong, too quickly?

But then Kameron replies but nothing but a grinning devil emoji, and Asia’s worries are subdued momentarily.

“Oooh, flirting already? It’s not even 8 o’clock in the morning.”

“Who-Bitch, what are you doing looking at my phone?” Asia jumps at the sound of Monet behind her, leaning over her shoulder and peeking at the messages on-screen.

“So you gonna schedule another session?” Monet ignores the indignant question, a shit-eating grin on her face. Asia rolls her eyes and huffs.

“Duh? Obviously.”

“Ooh, she likes pain.” Monet smirks, barely dodging the swat Asia aims at her.

Still, even after Monet retreats, still cackling, Asia can’t suppress the butterflies that have risen in her stomach, surges of excitement making her feel almost as if she’s floating on air.

A: So do you have time for another session next week? Same day & time?

This time, Kameron gets back to her almost instantly.

K: Sure thing, honey.

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