Falling all in you

Knockout (2)

I'm kind of obsessed with this AU, I have like a million little scenes in my head in this verse and so I decided to post a couple since some of you seemed to enjoy this premise:) Thank you to everyone who left such kind words on the first part <3

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"Tight, Sanem, keep your elbows tucked tight like I showed you"

He's exasperated, she knows that look on his face well enough by now, eyebrows tucked together, lips crushed into a hard line

"tight" he repeats, imitating the movement for her benefit, voice spiked with a hint of impatience. He lifts the training mitts that are strapped to his hands back up "do it again"

Sanem hesitates and he frowns, egging her on with a wave of his arm. Can watches closely as she throws another punch at the pads, shaking his head when she repeats the same sloppy stance 

"In, Sanem, pull your arms back in after striking" he says, this time not leaving it entirely up to her, flinging off the equipment in a swift motion and taking one big step forward.

He crowds her space with an efficiency that leaves her breathless--one second he's there, at a distance that could be considered normal and then the next second he's here, red heat radiating off of his skin as his large hands reach over to adjust the angle of her elbows.

"Like this" he murmurs, his voice suddenly different, roughened by whatever thought passes through his mind at that moment, as his eyes shift towards her mouth, lingering there for enough time that her lips part on their own accord

She finds her voice after only a few tries "tight, yes, okay, tight" but up this close she can see the parts of his beard that look like they could start a fire on her skin, like they could burn a trail or set her alight entirely, scalding her with a heat of the loveliest kind. Would it chafe at her skin? She wonders idly, dreaming almost, as his head tilts in just a little further. Perhaps it would be soft, ticklish and sweet, scaping its own kind of kisses as it went-

He takes a step back before she can investigate any further. He straightens, blinking back whatever had threatened to spill over with a considerable amount of effort and turns instead to busy himself with readjusting the training equipments onto his hands

"Again" he repeats "like I showed you"

It's two hours of the same

Of his mildly impatient gaze, shifting restlessly over every detail

"Bend your knees Sanem"

"don't plant your feet, Sanem"

"always light on your toes, Sanem"

Of his voice, soft around some edges and hard around others

Of his body, large and solid, charging at her to see how she would handle it

Of his laugh, light and full of air when they discover that the apparent answer to that matter is: by screaming

"You're trying to kill me" she declares after the two hours are up, laying with her back flat in the middle of the ring "I'm convinced"

Can smirks "this is, what, our fifth week training? If I wanted to kill you, don't you think I would've done it by now?"

Sanem doesn't dignify such a retort with a response

"You should just lay one of your world famous left hooks on me" she tells him, imitating the motion and then the sound of the final bell, ding ding ding, knockout "we would both have some peace then"

Can makes a show of considering her offer as he drops to sit beside her

"For my sake" she continues "just end it"