[center][b][i][color=00aeef]Tomiko Fraser - Floor 3 - Swimming Pool[/color]
Mako Mori - Floor 3 - Swimming Pool[/i][/b][/center]

Tommie's conversation with the French redhead was suddenly interrupted as her watch alarm suddenly sounded. Lifting her arm she quickly moved away from the younger woman, letting her arm trail down the girl's back for a moment, 'accidentally' brushing over Valentine's backside as it did. [color=00aeef]"Sorry, gotta go, time for my regular exercises."[/color] Tommie said as way of explanation as she quickly backpedalled down the hallway, her hands running over her washboard abs as she went. [color=00aeef]"You didn't think these things took care of themselves did you?"[/color] She concluded before turning away with a laugh.

Stepping out of the elevator Tommie quickly made her way down the corridor and into the changing area, stripping out of her clothes and fetching her one-piece swimming costume out of her locker. She'd gotten into the habit since her arrival of swimming one hundred lengths of the Olympic-sized pool three times a day, once in the morning, once at midday and again in the evening. She'd been surprised at first that the pool wasn't used by more people, but she'd come to enjoy the solitude her swim session gave her and for a short time she could let the happy-party-girl façade drop away.

Quickly stuffing her clothes and utility belt into the locker she made her way into the main pool, and paused for a moment as she saw someone already halfway down the length, quickly ploughing their way through the warm water towards her. Crouching down at the poolside Tommie waited a few seconds before the swimmer came close enough to make out her features. With a smile Tommie recognised her face immediately. [color=00aeef]"Commander Mori, fancy meeting you here?"[/color]

Breaking her strokes Mako looked up at Tommie, her face etched with concentration sa she quickly dropped back into the pattern of thrusts and sweeps which were driving her body through the water. Gliding gracefully over to the poolside she lifted herself up to sit beside Tommie as water poured down over her, splashing down onto the tiles. [b]"Ranger Fraser... Razor, isn't it?"[/b]

[color=00aeef]"Technically perhaps, but I prefer to be called Tommie."[/color] The Jamaican replied lowering herself down to sit beside her commander, [color=00aeef]"We haven't really been properly introduced yet, and I was beginning to wonder if you'd been deliberately avoiding me."[/color] Tommie said playfully, bumping her shoulder against Mako's in a slightly teasing manner.

[b]"I had not been informed of your arrival 'Tommie', otherwise I would have been sure not to have dishonored you in such a way."[/b] Mako replied, leaning over to grab a dry towel from the nearby bench and starting to wipe off some of the water from her arms and neck.

[color=00aeef]"Were you finished here? If not than I'm sorry to have interrupted your training."[/color] Tommie said, her eyes following the path of the towel before resting between Mako's breasts. They were smaller than Tommie's but still beautiful in their way. Blushing slightly Tommie turned away, it was bad enough she was getting the hots for her teammate, but her commander would just be too much of a complication.

Shaking her head slightly, working the towel up behind her neck and under her hair, Mako quickly replied. [b]"It's no bother. I wasn't really training, just enjoying the water while I had the chance. It's going to start getting busier around her now the other recruits have arrived and I wasn't sure when I may get a chance to simply relax."[/b]

Smiling Tommie let herself drop down into the water, her body slipping effortlessly beneath the surface with barely a ripple to show for it, her previous training making the smooth maneuver second nature to her. [color=00aeef]"In that case, could I challenge you to a race? It's one thing to train alone, but I've always found a little competition is a far better teacher."[/color]

Mako tilted her head for a moment, as though weighing up the options before dipping her head in one graceful motion. [b]"Okay, you're on."[/b] She said, tossing the towel back onto the bench and dropping into the water next to Tommie. [b]"It's a little unfair though, I'm already a little tired but you're fresh and ready to go. Would you mind giving me a head start?"[/b]

[color=00aeef]"Not at all,"[/color] Tommie answered with a smile, waving her hand down the pool inviting Mako to start, [color=00aeef]"Go right ahead and I'll give you half a length's grace."[/color]

Pushing off from the side Mako leapt into the water like a fish, her body undulating as she made the most of the distance, while using the least of her strength. Tommie couldn't help but be impressed with the way her commander handled herself, even in this friendly little competition, always thinking strategically and with forethought. Commander Mori would definitely be someone worth making into a role model for how a good Jaeger pilot should behave.

After a few seconds, as Mako passed the marker, Tommie launched herself off down the pool after her, taking her time and letting the momentum carry her as far as it could before settling down into the long, rhythmic strokes required to propel herself down the pool.