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Boot Camp (For Connor)

There was so much of the station that was left to it's own devices, Cora had discovered on her explorations. The lower levels near the docks were full of abandoned spaces. Some had been taken over by the black market element for transporting goods into and around the station (she'd found that out when she ran bodily into a hulking grey-skinned alien that apologised profusely and then offered to show her around the sub-levels in the most disarmingly polite way that Cora spent a whole afternoon being chaperoned by him). Other spaces were just too dangerous structurally to be of any use. Still others were flooded.

But then her new friend had shown her into one of the legs of the station and she'd found an empty warehouse. High ceilings and big windows, an upper floor that she was seriously considering making her new permanent living space. The whole thing looking out over the smaller surface level buildings and the water beyond.

It was perfect.

Cora grinned as she walked in. She'd spent a day with the help of her new smuggler friends cleaning the place out and now she was passing the time warming up while she waited for Connor to get there for their first training session.

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Connor was pretty disappointed that he wasn't able to find any super futuristic workout clothes. Instead all he could find was some old sweats that he could cut up so that they were sleeveless and free below the knees. He was pretty sure the Amulet- Amy- could make him some clothes but she was completely silent and unhelpful.

He went for a short jog to warm up before meeting Cora. It was also good to help him get rid of some of his nervousness. He was excited about learning but worried that he might just end up being a huge disappointment and she'd give up on him.

So he was going to do his best. No matter hard it was or how much it hurt Connor wasn't going to quit.

When he got to where they were training Cora was already there, going all Sarah Conner and doing a bunch of pull ups. Connor could do about three, five max if he kicked and swung himself up, but she was doing a ton. Her back looked amazing too, muscles all rippling.

"Wow."

Dropping from the improvised pull-up bar, Cora turned and grinned at Connor.

"Hi to you too." She said, hand on her hip, panting lightly. "What do you think of my little training ground?" She asked waving around the warehouse.

Connor tried super hard not to notice how slightly out of breath Cora was. Namely how much her chest rose and fall when she took deep breaths.

"You look good. It looks good. The training place looks good. Everything looks good," he said, looking around and focusing REALLY HARD on the stuff around them and not on Cora herself.

Cor let the slip slide and put her hands on her hips, looking around her. "It's gonna be perfect for what we want it for." She said and stepped up to him, looking him up and down in his torn up sweats. He looked warmed up and ready, not to mention pink-cheeked in that adorable way he had. She had to admit she appreciated that look. A lot.

Smiling lopsidedly, she crooked a finger at him. "Come on. Basics first, then some strength work." she said as she led him into some open space. She took up a wide stance, arms loose at her sides, knees soft. "Like this." She said, inviting him to copy her. "Best way to stay on your feet in a fight is to be loose and fluid." When he got himself into something resembling her stance, Cora aimed a kick at the meat of his thigh. It wasn't a hard kick but Connor managed to stay on his feet and Cora nodded, pleased that he wasn't completely without balance. "Okay?" She asked, backing off and bouncing on the balls of her feet before settling into that same stance. "Your turn. Kick me."

Okay, the kick hurt. It wasn't hard, he knew she wasn't kicking him anywhere close to as hard as she could, but it still hurt because normal people weren't used to getting hit like that. Connor didn't fall over though so he figured that was pretty good progress. When Cora asked him to kick her he thought for a moment. In a movie or show the guy wouldn't kick hard because he would be worried about hurting the girl. But Connor wasn't stupid, he was pretty sure no matter how hard he kicked it wasn't going to hurt Cora.

So after a moment of hesitation he shifted his weight and kicked out at her as hard and fast as he could, trying to remember everything he could about kicking from the month he had taken karate classes when he was ten.

It was actually a pretty good kick. Lots of force behind it, all the power coming from the twist of his hip. He telegraphed it for days though and Cora spun with it, grabbing his ankle and rotating with the motion to take his weight off balance, dropping him on his back with her weight coming down on his hips until she was perched on his hips lightly, clawed hand gripping his throat.

"That was good." She said genuinely meaning it. "I saw it coming, but we can work on that." Cora sat back in his lap and smiled down at him. "You've got good balance. Was Amy helping?"

"Uhhh..."

Connor was only partially aware that claws that could rip his throat out were pressed up against his neck. He was also barely aware of how bad his back was going to hurt tomorrow. Mostly he was focused on how she was sitting on him and how much he didn't want to be thinking about that.

Focus on the deadly claws, focus on the deadly claws...

"No. I don't- I don't think she wants to help me with this."

Cora laughed and shifted her weight off him, standing and offering her hand to help him up. "Well okay. Guess it's just me and you then."

She helped him to his feet and looked him over. He was probably going to be bruised and battered tomorrow but at least he'd know how to defend a take-down.

"Okay. Let's work on countering what I just did." She said, grinning at him.

Connor thought it was pretty impressive that he didn't groan out loud when Cora helped him up. That was probably going to happen later but at least right now he was just a little hurt. That would probably change pretty soon.

"Okay, uh, how about we also learn to counter whatever move you're going to do to me after I counter what you just did?"

"You're thinking. I like that." Cora said, laughing. "But one step at a time. Let's just work getting you to stay off the floor, yes?" She asked, bouncing on her toes. "Now...let's do this nice and slow." She murmured and waited for him to aim another kick at her. When he did, she gripped his ankle and held it.

They worked on the kick and takedown defence until Connor figured out the moves. He caught on quickly and soon Cora found herself on her back looking up at him. "Okay! Good job." She said, breathlessly.

Connor wasn't sure why he wouldn't be thinking, because fighting was definitely something you should think about if you were doing it, but he was glad for the praise. He was not glad for Cora bouncing on her toes with energy so much though as it was a little distracting since other things bounced too.

Connor was able to focus pretty well once they got started though, especially since he really wanted to do well. If he was going to be a hero then fighting was important. When he actually got Cora on her back he was even almost proud, even though he knew it would never work if they were training for real.

"Cool. Can we do a different one then? Like, uh, maybe how to throw and block a punch?"

Cora nodded and jabbed a finger into his side. "Sure. You have to let me up first though." She said with a wink and a wriggle to remind him where they were.

"O- oh! Right, sorry," he said, flushing a bit as he stood up off of her and offered her a hand up. She didn't need it, he knew that, but it seemed like the nice thing to do. He was 100% prepared for her to try some sort of sneaky attack on him though.

Cora was 100% going to do a sneaky attack on Connor but then he offered his hand to help her up and she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead she got up and grinned at him. "You're doing good." She said, bouncing on her toes. "Okay - punching. Have you ever thrown a punch at all?"

Connor realized being up higher than Cora like this was super distracting because of what she was wearing and how he could see down her... neck. He could see down her neck and beyond. So instead he looked everywhere, watching for a sneaky attack.

"Just in karate class. And also against Thomas Horner in the third grade. That, uh, that didn't end well."

"For him?" Cora asked hopefully as she moved around behind Connor, positioning him in a strong stance for striking from, hands on his hips as she twisted them slightly, sliding them up his back to pull his shoulders back.

"Yeah, the blood from my face got all over his fist. Super inconvenient for him," Connor said, biting his lip as he tried to focus on Cora's instruction and not how close her hands were to his butt. Also, glancing down it looked like his shorts didn't do much to his his erection.

Cora chuckled and shook her head. "Yeah that would be a pain in the ass." She said, trying very hard to ignore the rising scent of Connors arousal as she moved him around.

When he was positioned to her liking and gave him a little time to calm down, she went around to stand in front of him. "Let's see it then."

"See it? I mean, yes, the punch," Connor said, face flushing a bit as it took him a moment to realize what she meant. Trying to keep himself loose he gave a shout as he punched.

He was pretty sure he heard Amy snicker.

Cora ducked to one side easily, catching his wrist and pulling him off balance so he fell into her arms. She hooked an arm around his throat and let her claws out, holding them against his jugular.

"You telegraphed that from about last Tuesday." She said simply. "Here." She said and let him go, waiting for him to go back to the starting position. Cora dropped into the stance and then immediately threw a punch just to the side of his head. She did it again for good measure, slower and more deliberate so he could see where the power came from. "Got it?"

"Because you told me to punch!" Connor said, a bit defensive. He probably wouldn't have done much better even if she hadn't though. Also, choking him was not fair because (he knew from a James Bond movie) that just made you more erect.

When she punched at him he bit his lip to keep from screaming out in fear. That probably wasn't the best think to do when fighting and she probably wasn't going to punch him in the face. And he tried, really tried to pay attention to more than how her hips and abs looked. Sighing he waited again before suddenly punching randomly.

It was a better punch and it almost hit her because she was so distracted by the way he was tenting his shorts. Cora growled and countered, late but still effective, pulling him gently off balance again.

"Better. We can practice that again next time. Now try to counter me." She conceded and then threw a punch of her own, painfully slowly for her, aiming to miss just in case.

Connor just sort of yelped, shoved her arm away, and pushed himself to the side. It wasn't really the best move but he DID end up dodging the punch, in a way. Probably could be improved in though.

"How was that?"

"It was good." Cora said, spinning on the balls of her feet to face him. "You had me off balance and it took me a second to come around on you again. I can teach you the follow up move next time." She said, grinning. In a way she was oddly proud of him. "Okay do it again." She smoothed a hand over his shoulder, mostly because she really wanted to touch him as much as to put him back into position.

Connor took a steadying breath to remember she was just here to teach him how to fight. She was being really nice and that was all.

"Okay, it was kind of like this?" he said, trying to actually remember what he had done.

Connor did it again, more confident in his movements even if his voice suggested otherwise. Cora twisted with the movement and span round, dancing out of the way of an uncertain, but almost correct follow-up strike he tried.

"Okay now you're just showing off." She said, catching his hand when he was too slow to pull it back and twisting into his body, hip into his stomach. "Sorry." She grinned and then pulled him into a judo throw, dropping him at her feet.

"Ow."

Somehow the fact that she had apologized had made it worse, like she didn't need to flip him like that. It wasn't instinct, it was just tossing him around so easily. Why was that so hot?

"Now who's showing off?"

"Have you met me?" Cora asked, unashamed of herself. She had been showing off. She wanted to manhandle him and she regretted nothing.

Offering him a hand up, Cora smiled. "It's only going to bruise for like a week."

"Imma stay down here I think," Connor said, splaying out on the ground before he remembered the crotch situation he was sporting and instead just curled up. "No one can surprise throw you to the ground if you're already on the ground."

Secretly Cora was kind of sad he felt he had to hide himself. It was flattering, if anything. But it was probably just a reaction to being lose to something female shaped. It might not be her at all. She didn't exactly have a lot of luck with figuring out guys if they weren't actively trying to fuck her.

On top of all that she didn't want to embarass Connor by making a thing out of it so she decided to mess with him instead.

Cora moved silently and crouched down on the floor, her face inches from his ear. "How much do you wanna bet?" She whispered.

"I can't get more on the floor than on the floor!" Connor sputtered. He still tried to hold on to the flat surface under him though.He should have known that Cora would have sort of secret way to make this even worse.

Laughing, Cora flopped onto her back next to him. "It was worth it to watch you try and cling on to the concrete floor." She said, sighing happily. It'd been a good training session. "So did you like your first lesson?"

"The floor is kind and would never throw me off of itself," Connor said, figuring it was safe to shift onto his back since she was looking at the ceiling. His erection was probably out of her line of sight, right?

"And it was good. Painful but I figured it would be."

"It'll be worse tomorrow when you have to train and you're already sore." She said, grinning, turning her head to look at him. "Assuming I haven't broken you completely."

"No way, I'm not quitting just because it's hard!" he said, clenching his jaw in determination. He was not going to quit. "Besides, what else am I going to do?"

"Glutton for punishment. I like it." Cora said and reached over to pat his chest. "Come with me for a swim to cool off?" She asked, shifting to lean up on her elbows and look down at him. "I'll buy you a space burger afterwards."

"A space burger sounds delicious," he said. He hadn't been here long at all but most of his food was only for nourishment. Also, he liked swimming with Cora, it was fun.

Cora smiled, pleased he'd taken her up in her offer. She liked spending time with Connor more and more.

"Come on." She said bouncing up and walking away. "Maybe the water will cool you off below the waist too." She added over her shoulder.

Connor sputtered but didn't say anything because he did not want her to say something back in return. Instead he stood up and just... adjusted best he could and hoped that the water was really cold.

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