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“Mac, come on, we’re going to be late”. Calling out to your husband who was taking his sweet time in the bathroom.

He poked his head out, “Late for what?”.

“We have a date to get hot and sweaty, so move that ass of yours, Macgyver”. Pushing him back into the bathroom, while you stood beside him running a brush through your hair and tying it back into a slick ponytail. 

10 minutes later

“When
you said you wanted to get hot and sweaty this isn’t what I had in
mind”. Mac scanned the room, observing newlyweds participating in
couples yoga.

“It looks like fun, the brochure said yoga is great for re-centering the mind and body. So I thought we could give it a try”.

Dragging him into the room, Mac groaned, “But we were already doing that”.

Picking two blue mats at the back, you warmed up with easy stretches to get your body ready. Mac, however, looked like a lost puppy trying to figure out the benefits of yoga in his mind. The instructor entered getting straight into the session. While majority of the couples in the room seemed to be enjoying the relaxation yoga was bringing to their bodies, Mac muttered that he rather be chasing down criminals than this as he tried to bend down to touch his toes.

“Mac, honey, there’s only 5 minutes left to go before we get a break. Will you at least be able to last that long?”. Smirking up at him, as you came up from the downward dog pose.

He didn’t miss the subtle jab within your sentence and frankly you wanted him to pick up on it. Mac moved behind you, making it look to anyone else like he was helping you maintain balance. When in actual fact he used it as an opportunity to hold onto your waist, so he could whisper real low in your ear. “Two times last night and two this morning, and it would of been three if you hadn’t dragged me to this yoga class. Judging from those statistics I can sure as hell last longer than 5 minutes”.

The instructor shouted for everyone to go for a short break, each couple either exiting the room or talking among themselves. You leaned into Mac, his arms holding you tight. “Oh, look at that, you did manage to last”. Teasing him again, knowing full well it’ll get him riled up in the best way possible.

“Our hotel room, now”. He growled, and you didn’t need to be told twice. Grabbing your water bottle, Mac placed his hand on your lower back guiding you through the hotel.

The elevator ride was the most excruciating one you’d ever been on. Sexual tension was growing and the slow tick of the numbers didn’t help matters. Finally reaching level four, the two of you walked at a fast pace down the hall. Sliding the key card opening the room, you hadn’t stepped one foot in the room before Mac skillfully pinned you against the door. “Round four”. He huskily breathed, removing your black mesh tank top.

Mac carried you bridal style towards the bed, a look of determination front and center in his blue eyes. “Does my wife want to apologize for her earlier comment?”. He asked, kissing down your exposed stomach.

“Your wife refuses to answer that question”.

“Oh, I think she will after I’m done”. Mac confidently stated, giving a whole new meaning to the term hot and sweaty.