Falling all in you

knockout (3)

I love this verse so much I kind of missed writing it so here is another random scene.  leave me a comment! give me actress Sanem and boxer Can AU ideas !  <3

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"So that lady that was here before...is she another one of your students?" The question comes at what he considers an odd time for casual conversation. They're sweaty and panting and dancing around the ring, each one's guard up against the other. Her cheeks are squished a little by the helmet he always makes her wear though under it he can almost see a frown settling on her lips, as she waits for him to respond.

Can considers her question, confused for a moment before placing who it must be that she's talking about

"Who? Ceyda? No, not at all, she's just a friend"

"Ceyda" Sanem mutters under her breath, sounding annoyed "you must be good friends, you and Ceyda"

He's about to tell her that not really, she's more of a friend of his fathers and that he has no other students but her, wouldn't have any more students other than her, when she continues her questioning, this time with a slight upturn of her nose and a pitch in her voice that's a bit higher than any he's heard her speak in before "and so do you press up that closely with all your friends then?"

It's a trend, it seems, being utterly confused by her and he pauses, lowering his stance and trying to process what she could be referring to. He's still processing when she decides to strike and, in his surprise, lands a hit on his left shoulder before he quickly recovers in time to block the next blow

"Sanem, what in the world-"

"I mean I'm just asking because what I walked in on just now wasn't really giving me a just friends kind of vibe-" she continues on, paying no mind to how sloppy her swinging technique must be

"Sanem you look like a crazy person right now charging at me like this-" he says, now under a bit of a laugh, watching her swing over and over again and blocking each one of her attempts

His arm comes up quickly then, as soon as he sees an open window, and it winds around her waist, the inside of his elbow pulling them together as his own momentum sends them both tumbling down.

He lands on top of her and she gasps in surprise, the motion of falling stealing her breath and the press of his weight making her shudder. She'd been in the middle of saying something before, you're basically made of steel, nothing will happen- though now the end of that sentence seems long forgotten

"and to answer your question-" he says, voice husky as he leans down, brown eyes dark with some liquid emotion "I don't press up this close to any of my friends" there seems a declaration there somewhere, buried down amidst the mirth that colors his voice. She could overanalyze it, what he means by that, but it's hard to think, let alone reason logically, with one of his knees tucked tightly between her legs and the other pulled up so its pressing on the outer side of her hip

Despite his strength, his weight is distributed lightly enough that she could shake him off easily, if she wanted to. A strand of rebellious hair falls on his face, and she wonders what he's seeing as he stares down at her, face squished by a helmet, breaths coming out hard and short. He seems unable to look away, caught maybe by whatever passes between them and Sanem tilts her chin up, chasing something, wishing he'd yield something of himself to her, willingly, something she wouldn't have to share with anyone else

"You've gotten quite good at this" and though he shifts off a little to remove his gloves and then her helmet, he doesn't move away.

"Yeah, well, I have a good teacher, I suppose" she says, watching as his eyes flicker down to her mouth, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.