Yoga II Drabble II Wabian
“Fuck! Falling!”
“No you’re not. I got you. I told you to try and easier form first. You should have kept your shoulders on the ground instead of putting your arms under you.”
“Fuck you! I didn’t want to do this to begin with!” Fabian scowled, though he could feel Winter’s arms under his back supporting him in the supposedly simple back bridge he was attempting.
“It will help your balance, your stance, and just help in general.” Winter’s tone was really pissing him off. It was his normal tone. Calm, stoic, and collected, but dammit Fabian swore he could hear just a bit of smugness in his usual voice.
“I don’t care! I’m good enough.” Fabian muttered petulantly. He heard the breath Winter let out and knew it was his sign of exasperation.
“There is always room for improvement.” Winter said, tone twisting just a bit and Fabian knew it was because he had said that many times, to him, to Bucky, to Yasha, hell, maybe even to Faith.
“Fuck you.” Fabian murmured under his breath, even though he knew Winter would hear it. He always heard it.
“Even Yasha can do this. Not well, but do it.” Fabian probably would have laughed if he didn’t feel that the smallest movement would send him sprawling to the ground. He could actually hear the irritation in Winter’s voice. He must be getting under his skin more than he expected.
“Then get fucking Yasha to do it!” Fabian griped, shifting his hand placement just a bit and yelping when his elbow gave out. Winter easily caught him, pulling him up onto his knees. Fabian coughed, face red from being upside down for so long. So long, ha, it had probably been only a few minutes...
“Okay, and with that, I think we’re done yoga for today.” Fabian shoved Winter weakly in protest, not so much at his words (god no, not at his words, fucking finally, enough yoga), but at the tone he used, again.
“Yoga is freakin’ stupid.” Fabian muttered, pointedly not turning into Yasha and not pouting.
“Of course it is darling.” Winter agreed, tone much too placating. His own little brand of sarcastic, dry humor to amuse himself. Bastard.
Fabian gave into the urge and went Yasha, pouting at the other man until he got a kiss.
