cutie and boxer

Boxer!Luke

This comes from a blurb I sent to shitmike so this is dedicated to her! yayyy

(Here is the blurb if you want to read it)


You liked him…He was different.

And he liked you, because you were indifferent to all of this.

And of course you knew about his job, or “hobby that brings in cash” or whatever. But you knew, and you stuck around. He didn’t expect you to though. He understood it was tough. But you… you were strong, and everything till now told him you would hang on.

You were funny, and carefree and a great listener. And a someone who got him closer to seriously falling in love than anyone else ever did.

You were the real deal. And he knew that!

So from the moment he made the commitment of taking you on your first date, he knew he had to make it wonderful, unfortunately, he decided to do something so out of his comfort zone that the whole date was an awkward game of stares.

And the second one got ruined because you had to leave earlier since a family emergency came up.

But this was third date.

And they say third time is the charm. He seriously hopes it is.

And because first and second date didn’t go so well, especially date one, Luke decided to stick with the place he felt most comfortable at.

The gym!

You weren’t really expecting to be taken to a dungy, dark place that had no lights on and chirped paint on the outside, but you smiled either way, because your phone was left at home and his was in the car, and you liked his personality so much you didn’t mind being in the middle of the road while it rained. As long as he was there.

It wasn’t usual. He understood that. But he grabbed your hand either way, car keys swinging in his fingers before he put them in his pocket, and took you to the entry of the unusual building.

“The gym?” You say with an easy, playful smile as you see the big board that announces to everyone willing to see, the name of the facilities “Seriously?”

“You just wait till we’re inside!” He smiled and opens the door, your hand still in a grasp within his

And you smile grew wider once you were inside, as a single spotlight shined through the whole room, allowing you only to see the main ring, and how a picnic was prepared for the two of you.

You were the first one to walk in the blindness of the room, pulling Luke’s hand and taking a leap forwards, although you stumble down onto something that you couldn’t see, the only thing keeping your unprotected knees from hitting the ground was Luke’s massive force in his left arm.

He hoisted you up, laughing as he placed a kiss on the top of your head, positioning himself behind you, hands on your waist and lifted you so you could get past some obstacle that you couldn’t see but he obviously knew.

“So, was the trust game in the plans?” You ask, standing there in the dark, your goal on sight, but not the person who was supposed to get there with you.

All you could see of Luke as he jumped over the something you couldn’t see was the beautiful glint of his eyes… and it was so beautiful. He laughed it off, hands fining your waist again in a way that stole your breath.

“Take two steps forward!” He directs, and then he directs again and lifts you and pulls you to the side to avoid complicated things on the crowded gym “Now, leg up!” he says as you both reach the ring, and you obey promptly lifting your leg so he helps you inside the ring, over the chords, hands on your waist, always.

You take a seat, and chat, and eat, and laugh and it’s the most beautiful and easy thing you’ve ever done. This Luke was relaxed, this Luke said what was on his mind, this Luke wasn’t hidden away behind a three-piece suit and perfectly combed hair, and a massive check for a dinner neither of you had the possibility of enjoying.

This was the natural Luke, the real deal, the one you liked the most.

This Luke was awkwardness in the same dosage as yours, this Luke was a t-shirt and jeans and a pair of sneakers, this Luke was doing something simple, something close t heart, something romantic all by himself, without spending that much money and you loved it.

And after the food and wine and being the slightest bit tipsy, you get up and look around the ring, whispering

“So you train here huh?” And he nods and you put your glass of wine next to one of the poles of the ring, standing straight “Teach me to fight Hemmings!” You tease, closing your hands into fists and waiting for him to oblige to your playful demand

He gets up, towering over you and his hand finds the small of your back, making pressure so you stand straight, one of his big hands running down your whole uncovered arm in reverence till he finds your fists and he takes your hand into his, positioning the thumb so it was protected by your closed fingers

“It could break your thumb if you punched like that!” He whispers ever so closely to your face and you nod, hands trembling, legs shaking, skin rising with goosebumps.

This felt un-natural but you saw Luke fall in the same position you were as if it was the easiest thing on earth, and he began to lead you through the basics between laughs and playful pinches and banter. He taught you the right way to punch, the weakest parts of an individual, how to move, and you picked it up the best you could, feeling positive about yourself.

Wich leads to the place you were now, standing in front of each other. You tried your luck twice, but he just moved out of the way delicately, as if it was a routine he had in mind already, as if he knew your movements before you did them.

Of course this was really frustrating, so before you knew, you were rapidly trying to connect your fist with his ribs, as you both stood next to the chords of the ring.

But he wouldn’t allow that!

He’s way too rapid, fast, to let something like that happen, especially coming from a beginner. And what happens next is so fast you didn’t even saw it coming.

Before your hands could even touch him, he grabbed your wrist, flickering it so it would touch the center of your back and pinned you to the nearest pole of the ring, you both staring at each other. The glass of wine you put down somewhere close to your current position falls down the ring and breaks, and you both don’t care.

You groan, but he doesn’t let go of your hand. Instead he lets his free hand slide down to your back as he traces the left side of your body with his eyes, watching the curves of your torso and the curvature of one of your breaths and your preeminent collarbones and how kissable your throat and neck are until he reaches your eyes.

You’re already staring at him, from the moment he laid eyes on your waist you were staring at him. From the first time he laid eyes on you, you were staring.

Because he was beautiful, and h was warmth and caring even though he had the extremely sexy and dangerous side of being a boxer.

So when he meets your eyes he pulls a little at your arm behind your back, making you jolt forward, lower body ohh so close to him while your back remained against the pole, and as you push forward her pushes back and his free hand gently grabs the side of your face, lips closer then they had ever been before that night, bodies sharing a language of their own without any of them moving.

Your lower body rests against the pole again and he caresses your hair, a silent word of appreciation lost in the moment as you close your eyes, mouth open the same way he is, waiting.

When he releases your arms you pull back slightly to move to a more comfortable position, gasping for air and opening your eyes slightly when he settles a hand against the end of your jaw and pulls you forward, finally connecting your lips for the first time.

When you pull back for air, your upper lips are brushing as you stare at each other’s eyes, as the hot breaths of two people in love mix, much alike when the sea touches sand