No Event ♥ While the daughter's away the cougar will play ♥ Aphro variable~

[mr_chekov]

"Well, hello there, aren't you just a pretty little thing." The smirk was practically written all over the woman's tone as she stopped her newest victim in the hallway. She was an older woman who appeared to be in her late thirties, with a few wrinkles around her eyes-- laughter lines she would have called them --and obviously not as young as half

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[mr_chekov]

Pasha blinked. Wait, what? She had been left behind in confusion now. This was exactly why she hated being around her mother, she never felt in control of any situation around her, it made the girl anxious and panicked. Pasha liked being in control of everything, it was just in her nature, it was what made her set out her clothes in the exact same manner every morning, what caused her daily ritual of running for an hour, what caused her entire life to be so scheduled and organized and what caused her sometimes to be so desperate to be controlled.

Both mother and daughter looked confused for a moment, Kata snapping out of it first and giving a small laugh before clapping her daughter on the shoulder. "At least you had some taste with this one!" She proclaimed. Pasha merely yelped at the whack, snapping out of her confusion. Oh. Well...that was weird. He obviously hadn't realized how often Kata liked to steal her boyfriends and girlfriends. "Very nice to meet you also, Lyon, and please just call me Kata." She smiled smoothly, kissing him on the cheek, which wouldn't be a gesture out of place back home, but here it was a little more overt then usual.

It was only the thought of loosing precious braincells that kept Pasha from banging her head off the wall, why on Earth had she been stuck with a mother like this? This was going to be...vaugely mortifying.

[ooc: Yep, she's a completely average human being. Heee, yes, it as deliberate, I though you'd like that XD]

[anotherargeneau]

Lyon did his best to keep the pain in his head from leaking into his smile as Kata kissed him rather lasciviously on the check. What he couldn't hide though was the distinct air of smugness in his expression. It stemmed mostly from his success with Mrs. Checkov's memories, but at least part of it came from the kiss and the implied compliment. Even though he preferred Pasha to her mother the woman was still a serious hottie, and Lyon found himself basking in the attention.

"Only the best for your daughter, Mrs., uh, Kata," Lyon replied boastfully, turning his grin on Pasha. "You'd never accept any less, right sweetheart?" Looking back at Kata, Lyon put on his best parent-friendly face and added, "I'll bet she got that from you Kata, just like her looks and her brains." He worried briefly that he was laying it on a bit thick, but his head hurt so much that all he could really do for the moment was wing it.

[mr_chekov]

Kata gave a laugh at that, smirking at Pasha. "This one is a charmer, isn't he?" The younger woman wasn't far from actually hitting her head off the nearest wall, why did she always have to say the most embarrassing things? "Well, she takes after her father for brains, but you were always our little ugly ducking though weren't you Pashachka?" The last comment was directed straight at the navigator herself and was enough to make her stiffen and for her hackles to raise like a cat being dangled above a bathtub.

"I must have grown and changed a lot in the last four years." Came her clipped reply. She hated it when her mother called her that. Only Papa had ever been allowed to call her that, even hearing his old nickname for her stung. It had been born from one day when Andrei Chekov had been reading his daughter a story and she had complained about the ducking having to change into the beautiful swan, claiming if it had been smart enough to survive on it's own then it didn't need to be pretty and it didn't need the mean swans. She could feel herself getting angry and upset, Pasha couldn't deal with being around this woman, she made her feel like a child again after she had work so hard and for so long.

Pasha let the memories of the past slip away, trying to focus on just not running and crying. Chekovs didn't cry. Papa had said that to her and it still rang true. Officers didn't cry either. "Mother. If you do not mind, I will take my leawe now. Stay in good health." It was all she could bear to say to her, there was no hugging, no proper goodbye and little love between the pair as Pasha turned on her heel, her hand on Lyon's wrist.

[anotherargeneau]

It was hard for Lyon to believe that someone as hot as Pasha had ever been an "ugly duckling." The way the little Russian stiffened at the comment gave weight to Kata's statement however, as did her curt reply. It was obviously a sore point for Pasha so Lyon made a mental note to never call her that. She was way too tasty a lay to risk alienating her. With that thought in mind Lyon willing let Pasha pull him away from the increasingly awkward scene. He glanced over his shoulder at Pasha's mother and waved good-bye with this free hand.

"It was nice to meet you Kata," Lyon called back with false cheerfulness. He then turned away and spoke in a voice meant only for Pasha's ears. "Man, and I thought my parents were annoying. Is your mom always like that?" Even he thought it was cruel to steal someone's else girlfriend, and having your mother be the one to do it only made things worse.

[mr_chekov]

"Yes, she is." Pasha replied as soon as they had rounded the corner, dropping her hold on Lyon. "Sorry about her, she's just...difficult." Difficult to be around, difficult to understand, difficult to love like she should love her mother. At sometimes she felt guilty for not actually feeling the emotions for the woman that she should but Kata made it so difficult with everything she had done.

"Sorry about...all that as well." She waved an awkward hand. This wasn't something she usually brought into situations like this. Pasha ran a hand through her hair with a sigh, she hated the Kata situation at the best of times, but when people she knew got dragged into it, it was just irritating.

[anotherargeneau]

"Ugh, that sucks. Sorry babe. I guess I'm lucky that my mom and dad can't keep their hands off each other long enough to even think about hitting on any of my dates." Since his parents were Lifemates they were almost sickeningly devoted to each other even after almost two decades of marriage. Not that twenty years was really all that long given the potentially unlimited lifespan of an Immortal. There was also the almost insane level of attraction that went along with being Lifemates to consider. Personally Lyon was glad that his chances of finding his own Lifemate this young were astronomically small. He was having far too much fun playing the field to want to be infatuated with one girl to the exclusion of all others.

"It's okay. It wasn't so bad really," Lyon assured Pasha. "Besides, I'm sure you can think of a way to make it up to me if you put your brilliant mind to it." He let the innuendo hang in the air as moved in closer to Pasha with a lascivious smile. With his headache slowly subsiding Lyon was starting to feel like himself again, and since he wasn't going to be sleeping with Kata he decided that there was no reason why he couldn't sleep with her daughter instead.

[mr_chekov]

"I am still on the werge of shooting someone." She gave a fair warning, confused for a moment as to how the hell after seeing her mother Lyon thought she could possibly be in the mood to screw. If anything she wanted to find the closest punching bag and take out some of her locked up aggression and upset out on that instead and try to ignore the resurfacing memories of her neglect and loneliness as a child."I wouldn't recomend getting too close just now." Most of all they were keeping her most closely guarded memories of her father to surface and with it the anger she felt at Kata for finding it so easy just to forget her father and move on in a matter of months. Pasha would never be able to forget her father, regardless of the short period of time she spent with him.

Pasha needed to fight something, she could tell that much, or at least run it all off. She raked her brunette curls back from her face, quickly and efficiently pulling them into a high ponytail on the back of her head so she wouldn't be irritated by the hair flickering around her face once she found something to take out her anger on.

[anotherargeneau]

"Okay, point taken," Lyon replied with an easy smile, stepping back to give Pasha some room. He liked her well enough not to push the issue, especially when she was armed with a weapon that could blow a hole in the wall. She was obviously agitated from the encounter with her mother and not in the mood for sex. As he watched her pull all that lovely brown hair back into a pony tail it gave him an idea as to what she might be more in the mood for instead though.

"You wanna go down to the gym and blow off some steam? It's been a while since we last sparred." Even if he couldn't do what he liked best with Pasha he was still up for doing his second favorite thing with her - spar.

[mr_chekov]

"Sorry." Pasha muttered, vaugely embarrassed after he had helped her out and everything with Kata and then with herself acting like such a weirdo about having sex with him even after doing it so many times prior. Today was not a good day, she thought to herself. She tweaked her ponytail once again, brushing a few stray curls behind her ear, the length of it was getting ridiculous, easily reaching her shoulder blades even when tied up.

"That would be good." She agreed. And hopefully it wouldn't end in her shooting something or someone, because really it wasn't good to go about shooting people, it could give a girl a bad reputation. And if she was correct- and it was rare that she wasn't the gym was close by. "It is nearby I believe." She noted, gesturing for Lyon to follow her, there was no point in holding onto his hand now even though she knew that was what she would have done with her friends back home the people of the West of Earth generally tended to take it the wrong way. Pasha quickly enough lead them both to the Gym, slipping inside.

[anotherargeneau]

Lyon waved off her apology and followed the enticing site of her lightly bouncing pony tail as Pasha led the way to the gym. Part of him regretted not being able to pull on said ponytail while taking the sexy little Russian from behind, but he'd get over it. Pasha obviously needed a good fight more than a good fuck just now and he was always up for either where she was concerned.

"Alright, I'll meet you on the mat in five minutes," he said as they entered the gym. He turned to Pasha with an impish grin and added, "Unless you want to watch me get changed?"

[mr_chekov]

"No thank you, seen it already." Pasha replied wryly. There was very little malice behind what she was saying and Pasha actually laughed instead. Well that was a good start for the not-shooting people front. "Fiwe minutes." She agreed, slipping off to the women's changing rooms without another word.

It seemed the hotel was being kind enough to actually not mess about with her too much while she was in the foul mood she was in. It had even left proper clothing, although tighter then she usually favoured it was better then she could have hoped for, just a simple black vest shirt and a pair of gym shorts, not unlike the ones she used to wear in hand-to-hand training. Folding her clothes neatly as ever she went back into the main gym, adjusting her ponytail once again and moving over to the mat.

[anotherargeneau]

Her joke earned Pasha a good natured laugh from Lyon. She had indeed seen him naked a good many times already, usually under highly enjoyable circumstances. With a small nod and a wave he left to go get changed. He found a lose fitting tank top and a pair of shorts to change into as well as sparring pads for his hands and feet. Stashing his clothes haphazardly in on empty locker, Lyon returned to the gym proper and joined Pasha on the mat. He couldn't help but give her a visual once over thanks to the incredibly snug fit of her outfit, but he didn't let it distract him for too long.

"Ready?" Lyon asked with an air of casual nonchalance as he settled into a defensive stance. He watched Pasha closely but made no move to strike first, figuring she'd probably prefer to start things off.

[mr_chekov]

Pasha was strapping on her own sparring pads by the time that Lyon appeared by the mats. "As always." She confirmed, dropping into her own stance. She didn't have a set plan for once, she just wanted to get out her pent up aggression and anger at seeing that woman and everything she was associated with. She took a few seconds to calm herself and still, silently assessing just as she always did before switching into attack. Pasha pressed forward immediately, sending her right hand to clip at Lyon's shoulder, attempting to knock him off balance. If she could do that then there was more of a chance of her actually winning for once.

[anotherargeneau]

Lyon skipped backwards in an attempt to avoid the blow but for once he wasn't fast enough. Pasha's hand still managed to connect with his collarbone, throwing off his balance just enough to change the direction of his retaliatory kick to her midsection. His foot ended up heading for her hip instead of her stomach. His arms came up at the same time to protect his head and torso for further attacks.

[mr_chekov]

Pasha just missed out on parrying the kick with one of her own, having the effect that she stumbled back, trying to keep her balance and not loose ground. But one of the two had to be lost and in the end she gave up an good amount of ground to prevent herself from falling. Damn it! Today just wasn't her day at all, evidently if the events so far were anything to go by. With a scowl now marring her features she forced herself to move quickly back in with a roundhouse punch, not aiming just swinging.

[anotherargeneau]

Having followed Pasha as she stumbled backwards meant that Lyon was in a little too close to be able to lower his arms fast enough to blow her roundhouse punch. It hit him in the side and made him grunt with the force of the impact. With his arms already in motion Lyon quickly decided to keep lowering them and trap Pasha's arm against his ribs. He spun into her and added his momentum to her own to pull her around in an attempt to yank her forward and pull her off balance.