Jen 10- Yoga

"One must be incredibly careful when performing these stretches."

"Uh-Huh."

"If you don't prepare properly or perform them regularly it can end in a pulled muscle or even a broken bone."

"Mmmm....thta's terrible."

"As you can see, I am assuming a Neptunian Crab Posture."

"Oh yeah, I'm watching."

With that Rook paused in his squat like crouch to look over his shoulder, to look at his girlfriend Jen, who was still resting on her side in her green sport's bra and biker shorts. Head propped up on her hand as she stared at Rook with a vivid blush crossing her features.

"Jen, you are not assuming the Neptunian Crab Posture!!" Rook frowned, standing up to frown down at her with a disappointed gaze.

"It's not my fault!' Defended Jen, gesturing toward Rook. "I wasn't the one who put you into those tight shorts!!"

Rook looked down at his Yoga shorts, black, short, tight to prevent tangling or getting caught on anything, form fitting, they were typical outfit for his stretches, but apparently distracting for Miss Jen Tennyson.

"If you don't want to practice My Yoga with me, that is fine Jen, but don't come and not do them, then blame it on my clothes." Rook frowned with a crossing of his arms.

Jen smiled, getting up and wrapping her arms around Rook's neck to press into him, causing his body to heat up and skin to turn a darker purple as a result.

"Is that so?" Jen whispered, sliding her arms up under rook's to grab his shoulders from behind, as she lifted her right leg to hook around Rook's waist. Pressing him in closer, and letting him feel ALL of Her "Womanly Charms."

"Ooooh." Smirk Jen, as she Felt how much he appreciated the closeness. "It feels like your PRETTY "Distracted" by MY clothes, Mr. Blonko."

Rook had to admit, she was right about one thing, the Yoga clothes were VERY distracting, Even More so, when they were ripped off in a moment of passion.