Fire & Ice {Noob}

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The grasses tickled her ankles as each foot hit the earth, the orange and white nike's hit the ground in a rhythmic motion. Her stride was long as she had been running at a jog, her muscles in her legs flexing and churning underneath the fair skin. The short black athletic shorts were stuck to her curvy hips and yes definitely showed off the backside. Her abs were not completely toned but there was a slight definition as far as a slight v could be seen in her lower abdomen.

Her arms pumped as she ran, sweat rolling down her face, stomach, legs etc. The spring weather was welcoming after being kept up all winter. Maeve had her hair tied back though every color could still be seen even in the ponytail. A black sports bra covered her chest as she was quite exposed but in this heat who would blame her. Maeve ran on the trails mainly for the fact they were quiet and not quite as busy as the barn or downtown. She did not like the wrong attention drawn to herself.

Her aquamarine eyes gazed forward at the lovely scenery as she continued her workout, continuing to control each breath so that she could at least make it to the creek. She did this often during the summer and spring to workout and then cool off in the creek, oh how refreshing it was. Maeve noted how close she was getting and also how tired her muscles were becoming, she pushed forward. Strides lengthening and her muscles burning as the female finally made it to the bank of the creek.

Soon the sneakers stopped and she breathed heavily as she bent forward placing her hands on her knees then quickly transferring her hands on top of her head to inhale more oxygen into her lungs. The workout felt great and as soon as she captured her breath she would jump into the creek, as she kinda hoped no one would show up but most likely one would. It was her luck, the 'luck of the Irish' was definitely not a good term it actually meant the total opposite.

[Desert]

Dawn broke early today, as the days began to grow long. The weather was warm in Kentucky in the spring. Nothing that this man was used to. Kind of. Being from Britain,the rain really dominated the country. But having some sunshine was good too. Nice, warm, dry. Just perfect weather for today's project. A ew good explosions then he could go home.

His name was Tracy Walsh, Shady Lane's only English pyromaniac. Not like he minded that. Being a pyro meant being unique, and he was unique. He had two horses. A frisky young stallion, and an elderly mare. Both resting in their pasture. Tracy decided to run to his...Explosion site of all things Ka-boom. It was well away from the ranch and any horses. Quite a ways from the creek. He jogged slowly, making sure nothing fell off his belt. Now that would be bad. Tracy did not want to blow his ass up anytime soon.

He had already suffered burns before. Actually quite used to them. When the creek came up, he sloshed through it and vanished into the woods.

Within an hour, he returned to the running, clear water and sat down. His face was black with ash, and so were his hands. The crystal water turnedblack as he washed off his hands and arms. Before sticking his whole head under. Soaking him from the neck and up.

Wet hair clung to his forehead as he looked up and saw her. Huh. She was cute. Tracy, not having a girlfriend, was a stupid man who liked to pick on the ladies with words. He'd only had one affair here, a total one night stand. Lucky for him that chick didn't get pregnant. That would've been terrible.

His eyes gave her the once over and grinned. "Nice ass! Willing to share?" he said in that thick English accent.

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Now Maeve was quite at peace here at the creek after her run and indeed she was glad no others had showed up quite yet. Finally after a few minutes she was able to catch her breath and take in the lovely scenery of spring around her. As she inhaled deeply and exhaled just the same, something had caught her eyes. It was another person a young man from his build, and in fact he was coming in her direction.

As the half soaked man approached she placed her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at him. He was nice looking, though why was he all wet? What was he doing out here? She thought this over in her mind and before the questions could actually erupt from her lips he spoke the most sexual comment that had been said to her in quite sometime. Smirking and also giving him a look of distaste she spoke smoothly.

"Lad you'd be barking up the wrong tree." The Irish brogue was thick showing just as he had originated form some European country she had originated from Ireland. The aqua marine eyes watched him carefully and her legs were ready to run if of course he tried something a little to much. The comment was a guy's comment quite bold but still a man basically. Then she titled her skull and spoke, smirking this time. "Lad what is it you be doing out here anyway?" The brogue fluent in her vocals and yet still feminine.

Shifting her weight she walked toward the creek still turning her body as she crouched down to splash the cool water on her face, and feel refreshed after the Spring heat. Now as she finished and returned to her standing position she watched him and waited to see what the next fiery response would be from this guy. She did give him credit though at least he was not shy but that comment surely did not place him on the right foot with her.

[Desert]

The cocky grin never flew off his face. Why not have a little bit of fun with her for a while. The best part was, she didn't look....American. Tracy didn't like America and the people in it. The reason he was here was because the quee herself dumped him here to ride. Western riding wasn't the esiest thing to find in England. All those English folk sticking with the traditional style of horseback riding.

Then she spoke and his smile became a grin. Ohhh Irish. ell, he could have a lot of fun with her. The Irish were rathr ill tempered people, which made them fun to play with. They'd always yell at you, and that was amusing. He shook out his wet hair and offered a charming smile "Don't go stickng your nose in other people's business. What I am doing does not matter to you."

He was actually read to head back to the ranch and running some barrels before anything else he did. But, playing with an Irish girl was now on his priority list. What his luck!

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Well it certainly is funny how things change, whether it be over the years, in a few weeks, only a day or in this case a few minutes. The exercising for Maeve had been a way for her to escape reality, mainly running. At times after hearing her parents fight she would just leave the house very quickly and just run, run until one felt the cramp in their sides, the burning of their muscles and the jello feeling that overcame the body when it just could no longer go on. She thrived for that feeling a lot when things became to much, or she need to relieve the stress of everyday life. Though as the running had succeeded once again this man had waltzed along right into her serenity. It peeved her as it would any other, especially when one was looking for the silence the escape from the noise and the hustle and bustle.

Indeed being Irish as with any culture it had it's downfalls and the ill temper that most knew the Irish were known for she possessed it. The aquamarine eyes studied him for a moments time before he had spoken a reply, and he was good looking that was for sure yet something about him especially after that rude comment had set a slight disgust within Maeve. Questions popped into her mind, did he even respect women? Was he a foolish man who used women? Was this a bluff? She was curious but held it back for now. She would possibly learn this in their conversation to come.

The snapping words that sounded almost harmless when he spoke them, and that charming smile that had just curved over his lips after a shake of his hair like a dog. A sigh escaped her lips as she thought for a moment about what to say and how the place the words just right. "Alright lad you ask the questions then." Maeve tried her best to keep the ill temper put away, though it was difficult with the way he acted toward her. The lady shifted her weight and focused her attention more so on the creek than this man. Maybe he was the type of guy to want full control of a situation or he was just trying to push her.

If any other smart comments came from his mouth it would surely push her right over the edge, and the wicked temper would raise it's ugly head. Now as she listened closely to the reply that would soon be given, and she was quite sure of it. Smirking she turned back around and walked toward him, as she came within three feet of him she then gave him some more words that she felt were necessary. "Did you honestly believe I would offer you what you asked for so easily? If so I must admit it seems the women you associate yourself with are surely not of high standards or morals." Venomous she was as she spoke this.

So the ill temper had come out a little to soon, but she had to make her point. This guy could not honestly believe he would just snatch her up and woo her off to his quarters did he? Maeve could not help but laugh a bit and yet one could still tell she was not all calm, she was still quite angered by his reply and comment. These next words she hoped would show differently or Maeve may be done with this conversation sooner than she had expected.