"One more, honey! You can do it! You can do it!"

Mitsuri bounced ecstatically over your head as you lifted the barbell with sore, & trembling arms. Your muscles ached, & your shoulders burned. The wind in your lungs felt restrictive, & the dry-fit sports bra you wore suddenly felt more constrictive than not.

Your lover's cautious hands shadowed the bar above your head. Prepared to spot, & to lift the bar from your tired grasp if need be.

Sweat chafed valleys of your body that you wish it didn't. A greasy, & slimy sensation. One that Mitsuri never seemed to mind. Especially as she leaned down, & patted either sides of your sore biceps. Giving gentle graces of her fingers, to encourage you to lift the weights back up to the rack.

"One more!" She called out, again.

Your arms extended with a brief grunt of aching, & the bar was lifted with a large bout of effort. Mitsuri's skilled hands cautiously working to help you mount the weights back on the protruding rack,

You sat up with a hurl. Desperate to catch your breath, as winded as you were. Your arms felt like jello. & Your lungs burned with the frustrated breaths that you had forced in, & out. Your nose rugged from Mitsuri's firm reminders to take deep breaths,

Lord, how good of a trainer she was, But you had no idea how she did it. Sweat slicked your scalp, relentlessly. Your bicycle shorts tight, & damp around your thighs.

"Kyaaaa!" Mitsuri exclaimed, rounding the machine with an excited clap. "You did it! God, that was amazing, sweetheart!" She squealed. Her gentle hands propped herself up on your tender, & bench-expanded thighs. Leaning in with rewarding kisses, as her lips left an eccentric stream of loving kisses along your sweat-doused, & flushed face. "That was amazing! You can almost lift as much as me! You're so strong, i swear!"

Mitsuri was always one for the praises, & rewards. "Are you okay? Need any water?" She was quick to ask after her initial celebration. Her kind hands delicately massaged at your sore thighs.