Late night snack...

After lying awake for at least fifteen minutes, listening to Brian snore softly, Beth climbed out of bed and walked to the closet. She pulled on a pair of silky pajama shorts and a tank top. Maybe something sweet will help... She walked from the bedroom and down the stairs, pausing only for a second when she heard the quiet sound of the television on low volume and saw the flicker of light coming from the direction of the living room. Oh, right. I guess Kyle's still up. {if Shame < 70
}I'll just be quick and snag something from the kitchen without bothering him. {else
}She contemplated turning around and heading back upstairs. I'm not exactly 'decent'... Ultimately, she decided to press on. I'll just be quick. I won't bother him at all. {endif
}
When Beth rounded the corner, bringing the living room into view, she couldn't help but stop and stare. The television was playing some random movie: she didn't recognize it. Kyle wasn't watching it: He was on the floor of the living room with his feet planted beneath the loveseat. His shirt was off, and he was doing crunches. Beth bit her lip as she watched his stomach flex and relax; the flickering light played tantalizingly across his skin, covered in the barest sheen of sweat.
{if Shame < 30
}Fuck. That is fucking sexy. {elseif Shame < 70
}Damn. He's in such good shape. {else
}Wow. That was all she could think as she watched. {endif
}
Kyle didn't have the cartoonish body of {if Athletic = 1
}many of the gym bros she knew. {else
}some gym bro. {endif
}His body was more...natural. His fitness was functional: built from days of jogging in full pack, climbing rocks, and carrying a rifle. He had a Marine's body, something {if Athletic = 1
}those juiced up posers at the gym couldn't emulate because they'd never done anything real in their whole lives. {else
}no civilian could quite achieve. {endif
} Beth also noticed the scars crisscrossing Kyle's back and shoulders, and the vague suggestion of tattoos along his right ribcage. She couldn't make out what they were, but she winced at the thought of how much a tattoo across the ribs would have hurt.
Beth hadn't realized she had been slowly inching closer to the living room until she stepped over the dropdown: The living room was sunken, and there was a two step walkdown separating it from the kitchen.
"Fu-!" Beth pitched forward, stumbling down the steps and into the living room before catching herself on the back of the couch.
"What..." Kyle stopped his crunches, twisting around to look in her direction. "Oh, shit..." he was on his feet quicker than Beth could have expected, and was almost instantly around the couch and by her side. "Beth are you ok?"
"Yeah...yeah I'm fine, just clumsy." She put a hand on his arm, and she suppressed a shiver. Strong...
"Did I wake you up? I was trying to keep it low. I just like to have something on while I work out." He chuckled. "Working out at 1:00 am. I guess it's going to be a while before I adjust."
"You didn't wake me up. I couldn't sleep, so I came down for a snack..." {if Shame <50
}And I certainly found one...
{else
}FOOD! A snack of FOOD!
{endif
}Kyle looked down at her hand on his arm, and then down at his own bare chest. "Oh, shit..." he snagged his t-shirt from the couch and quickly pulled it over his head. "Sorry."
"Don't be."
"So...what kind of snacks you got? I could eat something..." {if Shame < 50
}Yeah you could... {if Shame > 29
}STOP THAT. {endif
}{else
}Beth didn't detect any double entendre in his tone, but the wordplay made her bite her lip anyway. Damn my horny brain. {endif
}