Love On Fire

Training

We stand in front of a run down, almost abandoned looking building.

"Where are we?" I ask as he opens the door for me.

"My favorite place to let out pent up anger." He smirks, leading me inside.

He shrugs off his coat, motioning for me to do the same as he puts his clothes and stick to the side, grabbing a duffle bag out a room as I fold my coat and remove my earmuffs, leaving on my gloves to hide my hand from him.

Matt returns and tosses me clothes, not uttering a word.

"What do you want me to do with this?" I ask, stretching out the sports bra and jogger pants he threw at me.

"Change into it, we're here to train." He hums, removing his black button up, leaving his torso bare and still covered in bandages.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Matt. You aren't fully healed, and what just happened with Ben-." I start to explain with a shake of a head but Matt cuts me off.

"Exactly, look what happened to Ben. You need to learn how to properly protect yourself now. Especially with your powers." Matt counters as he walks in front of me with a serious tone, his glasses falling to the tip of his nose.

"So were going to test my powers today?" I ask with slight amusement to finally see what I'm capable of.

"No." He deadpans with a pointed look causing my face to fall. "We do hand to hand first, than we work on your powers." He lists with a smirk at my fallen expression.

"Fine." I huff, shrugging off my dress. My eyes flow around the building as I start to dress myself, the run down boxing arena, outdated gym equipment, and torn posters.

"Yeah, everything stayed the same." Matt whispers as he feels my moods swing as I realize where we are. I fling my clothes to the side as Matt walks over to a hanging punching bag, me following behind him.

He punches the bag, making it swing backwards heavily. The bag swings back towards him causing me to catch the heavy bag before it hits him square in the face.

"Thanks." He smiles at me as I let go of the bag, his lips pressing onto mine sweetly in thanks.

"Thought you weren't a boxer." I tease with a raised brow as we lean apart, but still standing close, my still gloved hand tracing over the lines of the worn out punching bag.

"I'm not, I just come here to let off steam." He counters with a smile as his head twirls around the room.

"I can tell, smells like sweat in here." I tell him scrunching up my nose at the lingering smell.

"Yeah well, it's good to have a memory of my dad." He chuckles at my joke but I frown at his statement.

"I'm sorry." I mumble, but he shakes his head.

"It's fine, it was a while ago. Plus the guy who did it is...long gone." Matt whispers with tight lips.

"Dead?" I ask and he nods slowly.

"Oh..." I trail off and so does my body as I start to walk towards the ring.

"You don't have to feel sorry for me, Daeva." He adds, following behind me.

"Who says I feel sorry for you?" I question with pursed lips.

"Because you can't lie to me." He whispers, enclosing me against the ring, his head tilted down and a sneaky smile dancing on his lips.

"I'm a fairly good liar, has gotten me this far." I remind him, referring to my fake accent and certificates.

"You can lie to everyone around you...besides me." He clearifies, placing his hands on my waist.