Fighter

Chapter 3 Ache

As Regina got up at six am, she felt a few pings of pain in her body. They weren't bad types of pain, just the general working out type of sore. She stretched and hydrated and then headed off on her run, and timed herself as Killian instructed. 

Rinsing off she heads to the gym.

Killian sits in his office, that overlooks the boxing gym, and swallows aspirin, chugging water. He squints his eyes in some discomfort from the headache he's fighting off. He's a man of his word, and wasn't going to cancel Regina's training because of his actions. 

Killian wasn't a big drinker, he socially drank, it had been years since he had a hangover like this. It was something in particular that drove him to do it, but he shook off those thoughts and tried to plan to focus on training Regina.

He gave her his word and he wouldn't go back on it. 

Regina heads into the warehouse gym, and Killian spots her from his office, and waves. She heads over towards one of the empty rings, waiting for him to come down the metal staircase. 

"How's that hand? Let me see it," He takes her hand gently in his. Her knuckles are a bit red and scratched from her punching the man the night before. 

"Pain when I do this?" He wiggles each of her fingers. "No I'm fine," She shakes her head. "Ok, make a fist," he says, keeping an examining eye on her hand. "Ok, seems already, Matt, get me a little bandage though," he called.

"I'm ok," Regina insists. "I want it covered from the wraps, rubbing against it can infect it," he rose his brows. 

"You're the boss, I guess," Regina let him put the bandage on her hand, before he began wrapping each one.

"How are you feeling?" She questioned. "My head aches like a train hit it, but I'm here and we're going to do the full workout as promised, how was your run?" he asked.

"Good, I did three miles in thirty minutes." She told him. "Mm, I'll make that faster, tomorrow you run with me," he said. "Ok," she nods obediently at him and he puts her gloves on.

"Ok, the bag, have you trained punching the bag? I want jabs mainly, and same spot, ok?" he gets up and holds the bag, and she begins punching.

"Woah woah," He halts her, "This way," he rotates her glove slowly, "and then retract like this," he moves her arm, standing behind her. 

She sighs, and looks at him. "Ok?" he asked. 

Regina's POV 

Shit he's kinda dreamy, no Regina, he's coaching. Still, it was kinda nice having him stand behind and move me like that. Plus the day before he tied off my wrap with his teeth. Definitely an attractive guy. Focus Regina. 

As Regina punched the bag per his instruction, he occasionally said "Good" as a praise to her. She breaks a sweat, even Killian can't deny this girl is a true little fighter and it's insanely attractive to him. 

It's different than the last female he trained. 

"Good, Ok, you sore anywhere?" He  takes the gloves from her after a hard hour of hitting practice. 

"Umm," she shrugs. "Don't be shy, I'm your coach, I'm supposed to know how you're feeling at all times physically, including when you have your monthly cycle," He said.

Regina's POV 

Wow that's a lot of information. 

"Why do you need to know that?" She scowled at him. "Well one, because it can cause some women pain, and two because it can just have an affect on your energy and such. I'm an adult man, I know women have those," he said. 

"Umm my hamstrings and calves are pretty tight feeling," She told him. "Good, ok, lay down on that table," he pointed to a massage table. 

"Face down," he instructed. 

Regina listened to him and laid herself down on the table. "Ok, so," he grabbed a small foam roller, and started rolling up her calves.

"Mmm, that smarts," Regina groaned, "Yeah but it's a good smarts right?" He asked. "Yeah, will feel better after right?" Regina asked. "Yes, that's the point, just relax," he said.

Regina's POV 

Ok this is nice, he just rolled the foam thing up and down my calves and my upper thighs. Probably not intentionally, he brushes against my behind. Yeah... that's... fine....

"Ok, how's it feel?" he asked using his hands to rub some tightness on her hamstring. 

Regina's POV 

Ummm he's way too good with his hands. GOD. 

"Ok, get up princess," he slaps her ass. She jolts a bit and sits up, swinging her legs to the side. "Ok, so tomorrow, I'll meet you, we run together, and you bet your ass I'm pushing you, because I'm fast when I don't have a headache," he said.

"Got it," she nods. "Ok, let me weigh you," he said. She goes to the scale, "Wow, first woman to willingly get on a scale," He said. 

"Well it's for my weight class right?" She asked. "Basically yeah," he nodded. Regina watched him move the scale, "Ok, you're at 131," he said. 

"Is that bad?" She asked. "What?" He scoffed. 

"No, you're perfect for that weight class, you have curves and muscles, I actually expect you to not try and lose any weight, let's keep you in that weight class, you may even go up a pound or two to reach the next class," he said. 

She nodded at him. 

She was petite, but her body was almost all muscle. 

"So we meet at six am," he said. "Ok," she agrees. "Then I will take you to eat a nice protein shake before the rest of the training," he said.

"Umm, should we ever discuss payment?" She asked. "My father left me everything so that's why I can afford to do all this, I live off his money," she shrugged.

It saddened her that she lost her father, but he gave her everything, so that she could live pursuing the dream she had. The apartment was owned and paid off, she had no debt, and had a secure savings all because of him.

"Wealthy probably after him dying huh?" Killian asked, knowing how much her father made winning titles.

Regina sighed, "Sorry, that was insensitive." he said. "It's ok, I can at least live off his money and have a paid for home, and do this, I can pay you," She said.

"No." he shook his head. "Why not?" She asked.

"Mmm, when you get a title, then we can talk, for now, consider you my personal project," he said. "I'm a project now?" She huffs a bit. "Now now, don't think I mean like that," he denies.

"In a good way, you're helping me," he said. "I am? How?" She asked. 

"I'll tell you at some point okay?" he smiled. She nodded. "Until tomorrow, go on," he said. 

A/N-- I mean we needed her POV, his will come later. Obviously she has a crush on him.