You and Lucien were acrobatics partners from a very young age. You worked well together, specializing in aerial silks and hoops, and had tremendous trust in one another: Especially in skills that relied on each other for safety.

The trust you two had required knowing each other inside and out, and you were incredibly in tune with each others bodies.

One night after an exhausting day of practice, Lucien couldn’t go to sleep, his thoughts consumed by you- or more the way he nearly dropped you, his hands had barely caught onto your thigh as you slipped out of his grasp. He had never done something so reckless before.

Lucien had noticed his lack of focus lately, and you probably had too. He didn’t know why he was so distracted by the way your body familiarly contorted or the way your leotard clung to you, leaving little to the imagination or for him to even touch- He decided more training was what he needed to keep these unwanted thoughts at bay.

The next morning, he arrived early to practice, hoping to get warmed up and ready before you showed up. The two of you had yet another performance coming up and he needed to get back on track.

As Lucien entered the gym where the two of you practiced, he saw you already there, just hanging upside down from a suspended hoop. You weren’t even in proper attire as you hung there, quiet and unmoving, facing away from him. He stared at you, looking so captivating. He had never seen you like this, and had never seen you this way.