This was just too difficult, she was slowly coming to the conclusion but then, Celeste was determined. Xander was teasing and playful about it, which helped her frustration and she paid attention to how she felt, the position she was in. Rather than show her, he helped her and she smiled in gratitude to him.
She kept going, as much as she could, but her strength was simply not there. Yet. It was not there yet she reminded herself and every time that she moved, every time that she repeated this was one movement closer to her goal. It was a simple thing, and she just had to keep doing it; she promised herself that she would. Every trial if that was what it took.
Strangely, she realised that, for all that it hurt and she felt like giving up would be the easiest thing to do, she was also enjoying it in a strange way. There was something very satisfying about it, pushing herself and making herself do what her body did not want to do but could. She was going to ache in the morning, she knew, but that was fine. The pain, as Xander said, was what showed it was working.
It was after a depressingly short time that she had to just sit on the grass, breathing out and frowning in frustration at herself, but she didn't have a chance to get frustrated for long as suddenly, she was laying on her back and Xander was above her. She let out a cry of surprise as they fell backwards and for just a brief trill, she felt fear start to grip her. However, she was relaxed, she was with him and there was only the two of them there. Celeste did not doubt how much work she still needed to do, both physically and emotionally, but her gaze sought out the familiar blue eyes and the fear subsided. Just a short while ago, that move would have had her in panic close to hysteria, but now it was there for less than a heartbeat and then was gone again.
A heartbeat which was racing, suddenly, as he looked down on her with that expression on his face. "Beautiful?" Celeste looked up at him and lifted her hands, wrapping them behind his head and pulling him down to kiss her. "Why Lord Krome, you say the nicest things."
She kept going, as much as she could, but her strength was simply not there. Yet. It was not there yet she reminded herself and every time that she moved, every time that she repeated this was one movement closer to her goal. It was a simple thing, and she just had to keep doing it; she promised herself that she would. Every trial if that was what it took.
Strangely, she realised that, for all that it hurt and she felt like giving up would be the easiest thing to do, she was also enjoying it in a strange way. There was something very satisfying about it, pushing herself and making herself do what her body did not want to do but could. She was going to ache in the morning, she knew, but that was fine. The pain, as Xander said, was what showed it was working.
It was after a depressingly short time that she had to just sit on the grass, breathing out and frowning in frustration at herself, but she didn't have a chance to get frustrated for long as suddenly, she was laying on her back and Xander was above her. She let out a cry of surprise as they fell backwards and for just a brief trill, she felt fear start to grip her. However, she was relaxed, she was with him and there was only the two of them there. Celeste did not doubt how much work she still needed to do, both physically and emotionally, but her gaze sought out the familiar blue eyes and the fear subsided. Just a short while ago, that move would have had her in panic close to hysteria, but now it was there for less than a heartbeat and then was gone again.
A heartbeat which was racing, suddenly, as he looked down on her with that expression on his face. "Beautiful?" Celeste looked up at him and lifted her hands, wrapping them behind his head and pulling him down to kiss her. "Why Lord Krome, you say the nicest things."
