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Axel had to admit, after their date a week ago he had had a hard time getting Quinn out of his mind. Especially certain thoughts about her. He tried his best not to linger on them though. It had only been a first date. An amazing one but still.

Don't go jumping to quick into the deep end boy.

He was honestly surprised to have spotted her at the gym he worked out in. If she had been there before he didn't know. Of course, he hadn't had her on his mind to even keep an eye out before anyway. Watching casually from a distance as his buddy wrapped his hands. Who always complained that he was going to break his hands one of these days cause he never wrapped them right. Like a father scolding his son before he got a smack on the cheek to get him focused.

It was merely training for a fight a few weeks down the road, but any slip ups and it could mean the end of that fight before it even began. So he tried to keep his mind off of the wiggling hips and bouncing tits for the time being. Climbing into the ring that was slightly higher up off the ground. No pads for punching this time, it was time for a good ol' fashioned brawl against another fighter who was up and coming but still wet behind the ears.

His eyes focused, they bumped fists before moving back to corners. The mock ref calling out rules and then a ding and the two guys came forward, circling around each other and sizing each other up.

The two took a couple test swings at each other. Axel was gauging the other guy's range. He was shorter than him so he had the advantage of reach at least. Moves predictable. Who the ******** put this greenie in the ring?

He took a second to glance to the outside of the ring, spotting Quinn standing there. The light trickle of blood on her face unmistakable.

A fist came whirling at his head just a second after he looked back. Ducking beneath it he moved in fast and low. Bringing his right arm back, all the muscles tensing before his fist snapped up and clocked the guy on the chin. Knocking him back and onto the mat where he laid there motionless.

The ref ran out to check on the other guy, to which he clearly called it a KO. Axel moved back to the corner of the ring where his coach was, the older man glowing. A wide a** smile on his face as he patted him on the back. He couldn't help glancing back over to where she was standing, giving her a sly grin and a thumbs up before ducking between the ropes and clambering down out of the ring.

As he walked down the length of the ring towards her, he had grabbed a white towel and flipped it over his shoulder. His attention slipping back to the ring for a second as the other guy started to come to. A second later his grey eyes were back on her and crawling every little inch that her outfit gave him to look at.

Leaning an arm up onto the rope next to her, flashing her another charming smile. "Hey little darlin'. Didn't expect to see you around here." He reached over, hands still wrapped in tape and wiped a little bit of blood from her chin that had still lingered there. "Yeaaaaa well that's what happens sometimes when you're a greenhorn. Would have been nicer if they'd put a more experienced guy in the ring, but cest la vie and all that jazz I guess."

Leaning his head against his raised forearm, he quirked an eyebrow. "This probably sounds cheesy as ******** but you come round here often?" He chuckled lightly. "Well I guess if you're here you aren't that sore. Might hafta work on that."

He glanced at her trainer for a second when she'd pointed him out.

Laughing, he ran his fingers through his hair. "Guess you just weren't looking in the right places. Its uh, kind of hard to miss me sometimes." Axel was tall, but he was still growing sadly enough. He at least hoped he wouldn't turn out to be some kind of giant once he stopped.

His smile widening at her wink. "Ah yea? Kick boxing huh?" Axel pointed over his shoulder with a thumb towards a door in the far wall. "There is a private training room over there if you wanna show me your moves. Maybe give you some pointers. I promise I won't knock you around like that dude."

"Hey now, totally not my fault you can't keep your eyes off of me." He followed close behind her. Watching the way her hips moved when she walked.

"Well you never know, might turn into something a bit more to your liking. Guess we'll just have to wait and see." When she opened the door and turned to back into the room, he reached through the door way and flicked the light on. Blue pads lined the walls. As well as blue mats on the floor. It was pretty much just a windowless, padded room. Axel had done a bit of sparring in here before.

He laughed, closing the door behind him. "I don't expect you to. Just...no nut shots ok?" Those were always the worse and these trunks weren't all that great to keeping his boys from getting hurt from time to time.

"And I promise I won't punch you in the boob." What fun were bruised boobs? Silly question. None. It always put a damper on others things. Though he couldn't help reminiscing.

He watched as her hair cascaded down the length of her back. That too brought back heated memories. Mayyyyyybbeee this had been a bad idea. Everything she did brought his body roaring to life and it was hard to deny the fact that he was turned on by the way she moved, the way tiny strands of hair rested against her face, the way her lips were parted as she drew breath.

Moving to face her, he bent his knees lightly and put up both hands. Her stance was good. Either she was a natural or had a really damn good training. He might be in for a bit more than he thought.

Focus.

Closing his eyes for a second, he took a long deep breath as he found his center of gravity. A grin slipped across his face as he opened a palm towards her and moved all four of his fingers in a quick come hither motion. "Give me your best shot."

"Big girls don't cry right?" She was fast he had to admit. Blocking her first two punches with his forearms and tilting his head slightly to avoid the one coming in for his jaw. Jaw and chins were weak. If you got a good smack there in just the right spot it would take you down for the count.

He would never be able to live it down if she just so happened to tap that spot and knock him flat on his a**.

While she threw her last punch, he ducked around it. Moving in behind her and slipping his arms underneath hers. Placing his hands behind her head and locking his fingers, pinning her arms up over her head. Pressing his front into her back as he leaned his lips close to her ear. "Ya know, you are one hard person to get out of a guy's thoughts. Especially when he's seen you naked."