#rivtaash

Riven watches from bed, languishing with their morning cup of black, Antivan brew coffee (a gift from Lucanis). It steams aromatic tendrils into their nostrils as they cup it to their face, wafting the scent into their face as they sip. Silver-black eyes glimmering with subtle mischief, they peer at Taash's flexing back as the Adaari finishes off their morning workout as they always do.

Chin ups, shirtless, facing away from the bed. Sweaty back. Coiling muscles bunching deliciously under ashen skin. And then...

They drop to their bare feet with a sort of grace which belies their bulk. When they turn to face Rook their skin is dusky, rosy with exertion, slick with sweat. It pools invitingly in fhe divot of their collarbone. Shining in sheen over their flat abdomen and the curves of their exposed breasts. Their nipple piercings glint in the yellow light of morning that shafts through the slit between their curtains. An invitation which Rook resists, but just barely.

They looked bulkier than usual. Pumped from their morning exercise. Thick arms corded with ropes of powerful muscle which leads into broad shoulders, thick neck, strong chest...

Riven's eyes wander. Down. Over the rippled flex of their abs. Down to where the trail of silvery, wiry hairs vanishes into their low slung sweatpants.

Huffing a breathless laugh, Taash chuffs, "enjoying the view?"

Riven raises a dark brow, and shimmies forward to lay on their tattooed belly. Coffee mug clutched delicately between their palms as their calves swing playfully behind them.

"Dunno, demo was cut short..."

Taash guffaws.

"'Kay..."

Then, beginning their final set, they face the foot of the bed where Riven waits patiently and grasp the heavy bar in their palms.

Impressive arms flexing, they pull themself up in measured discipline. Muscles twitching delightfully as they hold for a moment before releasing. Sweat shines. Taash grunts as they begin the next pull.