The gym was usually pretty empty this time of night, which was ideal to get in a last minute workout. You were working with the punching bag when you were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by a hand being placed on your waist, and another onto your arm. It was your Captain, not realizing that it may be a little alarming to be suddenly touched when you were so focused.

He slid his hand around yours, correcting the way you held your fist with ease before smiling and patting your waist subtly. He smelled strongly of cologne and cigarette smoke, but it wasn’t an abrasive scent.

“Looking good, soldier.”

He said in a soft voice. He had just gotten back from a run, so he was a bit out of breath and sweaty, which only aided in making this seem a lot more sensual than it was intended to be.