Chicken Flavored Ramen (ongoing)

game, set, and match || rock lee

Y/N had on a pair of white nike shorts and a navy blue sport bra with a matching headband. Her gold necklace with "Lee" was gleaming on the front of her chocolate colored collarbone. Lee on the other hand only was wearing a pair of black training shorts and had been stretching in the wall mirrors off to the side. He could hear the snap of her elastic hair tie and turned his attention to her. Obliviously she tied her hair up into a bun and sat down, taking the sports tape and beginning to wrap the black fabric through her fingers. The duo had not sparred in a while and it needed to happen, there was so much built up tension between the two that neither sex nor talking could fix.

"You know you look really pretty lacing up like that."

Y/N looked up from her seated position on the bench, smiling at her boyfriend. 'Shut up. By the way, we're not using gloves this time. Hurry and get on the mat.'

"Ready to lose already huh?" Lee remarked slyly, climbed through the ropes and bouncing a bit in the ring. Punching and kicking the air, warming his body up. Y/N finished wrapping her hands and threw the tape at him with a hastily spoken, 'catch.' testing his reflexes. His hands flying up to catch the black tape, quickly starting to wrap his hands. After chalking her hands, she made her way to the ring. 

"Hey, let's not use any jutsu this time, only hand to hand." He suggested to her.

"You do realize I'm gonna bust yo ass right?" Y/N expressed with a light chuckle climbing into the opposite side of the enclosure. She rolled her wrists a few times and waited for him to finish. After he placed the tape onto the flat top of the turnbuckle, the couple made their way into the center of the canvas.

'Don't pull punches Lee, come at me with your all."

"I will."

They lightly touched knuckles and gave each other a small peck on the lips, preparing to start. Y/N slipped in her mouthpiece as did Lee, he leaned over the ropes and hit the tiny bell twice. Y/N quickly reaching and going to kiss the gold necklace and slipping it back down her chest. The dings signifying the start of their round. 

Y/N was the first to run out on the offensive, Lee dodging her few punches with ease. She began setting up a pattern for him to block and dodge, hoping he would pay attention. Right, Left, then two rights and a left. She alternated the pattern, wanting him to get used to it so she could surprise him. Going over the flurry one more time, instead of the last left, she threw a right hand and as soon as he dodged, like she hoped, she roundhouse kicked him and knocked him to the canvas. Him springing back up and dusting himself off, he returned to his earlier position, waiting for her to attack again, definitely going to watch more. Y/N changed her attack style this time, aiming for more body shots, getting confused to why he would only dodge or block, never hit back. Until it resonated that he didn't want to hurt her and was ultimately underestimating her.

That thought infuriating her.

She timed another kick, this time Lee blocking it, the power in his hands caused her to misstep and bang her body against the turnbuckle. He smirked at her, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Y/N appeared to be wiping some sweat from her brow, only she were doing hand signs. Lee only noticed what she were doing after three of her shadow clones grabbed him and held him against the opposite turnbuckle. Some reason he didn't fight against them either, only lightly struggle. Y/N running to him and punishing his ribs and stomach with a flurry of heavy handed punches. Grunts falling from her mouth, not realizing she was running off of adrenaline and was unfairly hitting her boyfriend. Hearing a loud groan come from him, his bowl cut bouncing with every blow, she jumped back in horror. The shadow clones disappeared in a cloud of white smoke and he fell to his knees. She ran to his side, crouched into his face calling his name.

"We weren't supposed to use jutsu." He groaned out through clenched teeth, his eyes squeezed shut in pain.

"I'm so sorry babe, I don't know what came over me!" She frantically responded, cursing herself out in her head for her stupidity.

"Let's try again. It's not time yet." His voice became more stoic, pushing her hands off of him and making his way to his feet, clutching the ropes.

"Lee?" She was definitely bemused, she sat there on her knees for a moment, staring at her boyfriend, a little vein in his neck jumping.

"On your feet." His demanding voice made Y/N shoot up, bouncing languidly on the balls of her feet, quite confused and ashamed in herself for letting her emotions overpower her judgement.

Lee got into his fighting stance, only he interchanged the one that he was previously using for the one he used when he were younger. His feet firmly on the mat as one hand was behind his back and the other was flat out and held out near his face. Y/N's eyes widened when she saw it, fear licking up her veins. He only fought in that position when he was seriously about to kick some ass, and his opponent was her. The smile he had was now faded into a serious expression, determination in his eyes.

She gave him some time to compose himself, only he didn't need nor want it. He flew from the ropes, his hands and legs flying lightning fast, Y/N doing everything in her power to keep him from hitting her face. If she forgot how quick Rock Lee actually was, this gave her quite the reminder. He ended up clipping her leg, making her body twist and her fall to one knee. Lee had free range to do anything her wanted to her, and she knew that; him catching her with a blow to the back of the head and a tough push to her chest, knocking the wind from her. As she tried to catch her breath, he hoisted her up by the shoulders her lightly hissing. He took the opportunity to kiss her passively, enjoying the small pants she made into his mouth.

Y/N wrenched from his grip and shoved him back with her forearm, while he was gaining his footing, she took the opportunity to jump into the air and do a well-executed back hook kick and knock him square in his jaw. He winced and took a few steps back into the turnbuckle, draping his arms over the ropes and spitting out his mouthpiece. Y/N landed sturdily on the soles of her feet with a light laugh and returned to her earlier position.

"Ouch." Rock Lee clasped his jaw in one hand and flexed it a bit, smiling at how strong his girl was. "Why do you want me to hit you harder?"

"I like the pain."

His eyes widened like saucers, surprised at her answer. With a smirk he flung himself from the ropes and threw a flurry of punches, all of them connecting but he did try to not hurt her. Within the flurry of hits Lee did a fake-out, when she pivoted her body to the right, he immediately struck her ribs, taking care to not hit as hard as he would, but still striking her.

"Stop holding back!" She grumbled, getting ready to pull her tape off because he wasn't taking her seriously, as she went to leave the ring, Lee pulled her by the waistband of her shorts and threw her back, slamming her on the canvas and pinning her down with his forearm in her throat.

"How's that?" He chuckled out, as much as she didn't want to Y/N laughed at how caring her boyfriend was. He pressed a little more firm, not completely stopping her from breathing but making her scramble a little bit "Say it."

"I concede." She whispered through labored breaths, tapping on his arm a few times. Only as soon as he let her go she reversed them, pulling him back on top of her and tossing her weight so she was straddling him. His ears and the tip of his nose heating up and getting red. Even though he was getting embarrassed his hands came up to cradle her butt, she smiling and attaching their lips in a heated kiss. After a few seconds of them not breathing actual air, she pulled back, tugging his bottom lip as she withdrew. 

"But I win."