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Date: 2013-01-27 03:21 am (UTC)
gonna_owe_me: by someone who isn't me; comment if it's yours! (an old friend)
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It's a good pace, good enough that she can start picking it up a little, as they hit the real incline. Making feet move faster, hit lighter, bouncing off the balls of her feet as the sun strikes down. And climbing. Breath starting to come hard, body heating up.

But it feels damn good. Rough, yeah. But not too tough to handle. She'd be climbing this thing with a pack full of rocks, if she were getting ready for something harder. As it is, the sun is glorious on her skin, and she has enough air to breathe out excuse me or on your left to people walking the path in front of her, going up or down.

Not that this is the time or place to talk. No more teasing, no more banter, just the regular rhythm of Steve's footsteps and breathing, the regular rhythm of her own footsteps and breathing.

Nothing bu the mountain underfoot, the sky lifting ahead and around them, the world falling away, step by step, and this might not be what she'd expected, but she has to admit, it has a certain amount of appeal.

Not that her body is appreciating it, exactly, at this moment, but it will soon enough. She just needs to push through it all. Every step efficient, all her energy channeled towards moving up, and forward.
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