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[avavega]

Not Again | Ava & Isiah

@isiahtaylor/ @ivanabaqero

Ava slowly woke up to the smell of some type of cologne. Her mind was foggy the moment she woke up. She slowly opened her eyes and the first thing she notice is that she is laying on someone’s chest. She tilts her head slowly and sees Isiah’s sleeping face. She groans silently muttering to herself, “Not again.” She moves off of him slowly, hoping to not wake him. She moves over to the side on the bed, laying on her back as she looks at the ceiling. Weeks later, who would’ve thought she would end up back in his bed again. Yet, she wouldn’t call this time to be a mistake on her part at least. When she came over to his place, she didn’t intend to sleep with him at all. Honestly, it was more so the opposite. Hang out for a hour or two and then head home to sleep in her own bed.

She knew them sleeping together or this pattern of sleeping together would make things complicated for the both of them. After all, they both were boxers who trained at the same gym. They were rivals and even their special protegees were rivals. How could two people go from mutual dislike to mutual respect and maybe liking each other? Well, she wasn’t sure about that last part but it was often on her mind. The only reason she came over last night was to celebrate his big win with food and wine. Of course, maybe it was the wine again this time. She didn’t have time to think more about the matter as she notice Isaiah’s stirring awake. She turns over on her side, facing him, clearing her throat. “Hey…” She said softly before adding, “I think you should stop offering wine to me.” She said jokingly closing her eyes for a moment before adding, “How did you sleep?”

[isiahtaylor]

A loud groan sounded when he felt some weight on top of him -- only to be withdrawn a moment later. Eyes still heavy so he refused to blink just yet, but the voice was what drew his attention now fully and had Isiah starting to wake up fully. Another groan in frustration came from him as she had now woken him up and he couldn’t just fall asleep again. Her voice kept sounding in his ear and he responded with a huff, slowly blinking his eyes open. “Why? Because we had sex again?” Muffled words into his pillow, but a grin spread on his face. “There are worse things I can think of than having sex with you. I’m happy to provide the wine that leads us here.”

Turning over, he slowly rose from the laying position and leaned against his elbows, wiping the sleep off his eyes. “I slept fine until you started babbling. Now... hmmm. Coffee?” He tugged on the shirt he borrowed her to sleep last night and pulled her down to him. “Do I get a kiss or is that only reserved for situations we pretend to be regretting after and blame it on the alcohol?”

[isiahtaylor]

avavega:

To be honest, Ava was surprised by Isaiah comment on what happened between them. She was still confused about how she felt about him. And his comment didn’t make things clearer for her. And she wasn’t sure if she should speak to him about what he said or just let it go. It’s not like she wants to know if he wanted to happen again or not. It couldn’t happen since she already broke her don’t sleep with your fellow boxers rule. To make matters worse, she slept with the one boxer who she is also training with it. As if things can’t already get more complicated between them.

Ava continue punching the punching bag trying to forget about what happen. It was no use since that’s all she could even think about it. She is suppose to be in a professional environment at the moment and all she can think about is having sex with Isiah. Now, she understand  why people don’t mix work with pleasure. It just lives things complicated at work and outside of work. She is just glad Derek hasn’t arrived yet. She has time to get her act together and move past everything that happened between them. For a moment, she caught herself wondering if she should even move past it.

Now, the young woman didn’t realize that he was watching her. Mostly since she was taking her anger, frustration and confusion out on the punching bag. Once he taps her on her shoulder, she places her hands out to stop the bag from moving before taking one of her earbud out. Yet she didn’t say anything as she waits for him to say anything. She turns around slowly at hearing his words. “Don’t be. It was an asshole move but it’s cool.” she told him before adding, “We’re cool.” She reaches for her water bottle, on the bench next to her. “But I will make your life a living hell if you tell anyone and do mean anyone about this.” she told him as she glances around at the other boxers before looking back at him. She already gets enough shit because of her being a woman boxer but she finally gain some of the male boxers respect and she won’t lose that. “And I know I should be like let’s forget what happen but so what? It happened. We will just move past it because we don’t need things to be complicated around here right?”

In such a field where men were most prominent, it was no surprise Ava gained a certain amount of attention. It was not very pleasant for her most times, and Isaiah only started to see that recently. Before that he never really cared or thought about it. But after their night together, he was just watching her in a completely different light. It was not like he was now smitten with her, but things changed now after they were intimate together. Usually he got to know women past the sex progress, if they even raised enough interest to get this far. But yeah, sleeping with someone from training was a first, even for him. 

Her answer was enough. She kept it short and simple. Isaiah could have just left it at that and vanish, but as usual his thinking was quite behind everything else, so his mouth reacted faster than he could even think about it. “Oh so, are you ashamed of it?” The typical asshole smirk on his face got present. “Or do you have a boyfriend? Maybe it’s someone from here. Now that would make sense…”

He took a step backwards, fearing her reaction to this. Obviously, very sexist answer. “Okay hold on. Scratch that. Let’s leave it at that. I guess I’ll see you around then.” Now he turned on his heel, ready to go and slap himself for being so nosy and idiotical. Tonight he would go out and meet another girl, one that would bury the experience with Ava. He would go on until he would forget about it completely and not have any memories flashing left in his mind.

[isiahtaylor]

avavega:

Ava couldn’t put her finger on it but after last night, she knew she didn’t hate him. Sure she loved pretending to hate him in the ring and outside of the ring. Especially when it came to the children they would train from time to time. She never would deny how friendly competition can motivate someone. She just never expected to fall into bed with that someone. But despite not hating him, she wasn’t sure how she thought of Isiah now. It was like her mind was being jumbled between hating him and what happened the night before. She wasn’t even sure if she hated him before sleeping together or if she never did. She knew she didn’t want things to get complicated because of one little mistake. Maybe she actually needed to sleep on it instead of thinking about last night. A day of training is just what she need to get her minds off of those events.

In that moment, Ava wish she would have shut her big mouth. She knew she should have left that topic alone and pretend it never happen. Especially because she doesn’t plan on that ever happening again with him. But she would deny not minding if if it did happen again. But she had a rule and she broke it the moment she took that sip of beer and ended up in his bed. Yet now, here she is making things awards between them. She rather last night never happen so they could go back to hating each other. Things was much simpler before last night. Even though she decided to hint at the subject, she somewhat wanted to know how he felt about the encounter. Not that she cared at all, she was just curious so she knows what her next move should be. 

She glances over at him as she listens to him speak, pretending not to hang onto every inch of his words. But he fully grabs her attention as she hears his comment. She raise a eyebrow at him comment not knowing what to say to him. Was he serious or was he joking with her? After last night, she couldn’t tell at all. Before she had a chance to reply back to him, he was already heading to the dressing room. In that moment, she balled up her fist, turning on her heels heading toward one of the training rooms. “As if I would ever stoop that low again.” She muttered under her breathe not seeing Derek around which meant she had a few minutes to herself. She walks over to one of the punching bags, as she sets her water bottle down and places her headphones in. Now she knew her next move would be punch him in the guts. She thought to herself before being to punch the punching bag.

There was no bigger asshole comment than this one, and he knew it. He didn’t want to insult her or make her feel any bad --- but the lack of ability to handle such a situation made him say stupid things. Incredibly stupid things. If he could take it back, he would. Out of her eye sight now, he let himself fall backwards against the wall. His head hitting the cold surface, as if he needed to get his brain back to working properly again. How much he hated to talk about such things the day after. But he guessed, that they had to do it anyway. The sooner, the better, actually. 

Instead of changing like he had initially planned to, he went back into the training rooms. Observing her for a moment, while he himself was leaning against the door in a safe distance like the coward he was. The coward that hated to talk, the coward that would rather pretend to be an idiot than anything else. But this place could easily turn out into hell for these two if they didn’t fix it soon. Something that could be easily prevented if he would just stop being such a complete and utter idiot. 

Slow steps carried him over to her, carefully tapping her on the shoulder as he noticed that she was not hearing him. Earphones. Of course. He cleared his throat, waiting for her to remove them so he could say something. One simple sentence that could eventually make sure he wasn’t such a total dumbass as she seemed to think about him. “I’m sorry.”

[avavega]

This wasn’t like it was the first time Ava ever slept with someone. If anybody knew the woman, they would know she is pretty good when it comes to handling one night stands and not having any strings attached. But she knew this time would but different. After all, she decided to drink a little too much and ended up sleeping with someone that she knows. And not just anyone that she knows, but someone she supposedly hate. Now she knows why she doesn’t drink too often, her judgement becomes impaired a bit. On second thought, she may not drink some wine tonight after all.

Once Ava saw Isaiah for the first time since last night, all the memories came back at once. She would have blush at the thought of thinking about but knew she had to keep her poker face on. Honestly, she wish one of them would have skipped today and stay home. Either way, she knew she would have to face him no matter how awkward things could get. Especially since the two seen parts of each other that she thought would have never happen. And since last night, she has this small feeling that she may not actually hate him as much as she thought. And that’s one reason on why she may stop drinking, it’s having her think some very unlikely things.

Ava knew it was better to not speak about what happen last night. Hell she still have the memories stuck in her head from last night. But it was time to be professional, and it would be no use to either of them to speak about the matter right now. She would rather they never speak on it plus she sure as hell knew it would not be happening ever again. Would it be bad if a small part of her wouldn’t mind if it did? She quickly shook those thoughts from her head as she listen to Isaiah speak. She nodded her head slowly as she held her bottle in her hand. “I know the feeling.” She muttered under her breathe, she actually barely got a wink of sleep last night. After she left him last night, she was hoping a relaxing bath would help her sleep and get the memories out of her head for the rest of night. She was never a lucky girl. “Yeah…I think we had a little too much to drink last night.” She smirked not realizing what she said until it came out of her mouth as she chewed on her bottom lip. Sometimes she wish she thinks before speaking.

[isiahtaylor]

Personally, Isiah didn’t think he hated Ava. Rivals they were, yes. But hate? It was far from hate. At least in his mind it was different. He couldn’t really stand her personality either. But hate was such a strong word --- too strong that his pride would actually allow him to produce hate towards the girl. Not to mention that after the night prior, the usual clear feelings were a complete blur. There was a big question mark over his head. One that started to glow in several neon colours, blinking and shining as he got her actually to face. 

He tried to hide this awkward feeling, playing it off like nothing by acting just usual. Indifferent towards her and everything. It was a thing for women to actually show their distaste and all feelings. For him, he knew there was a thick layer of ice that surrounded any kind of emotion if he wanted it. So his eyes remained downcast, fumbling on the glove that he was putting on as if for some kind of purpose, barely listening to her speak. Why did they even have to stand here and talk? They could just pass by each other and go back to whatever was before. As if nothing ever happened. But yeah, he blamed the moment entirely on Ava, being a woman and having the needs to talk things out. Feelings. Sigh.

It was the moment she actually said something reffering to their night together that he stopped abruptly, eyes slowly (but carefully --- cowardly, almost)  lifting up to meet her face. She wasn’t pointing it out exactly, but what she said was enough to raise his attention. “Yeah… Indeed.” He gulped down for a moment. Now there were two things he could answer. But Isiah now not wanting to appear even half as awkward as he felt, choose the worse solution, probably. “It was fun either way. Let’s do it again.” A smooth wink, the corner of his lips twitching up into a smirk. Okay but now; now he wanted to run. In a moment he turned on his heel and headed to the dressing rooms.

[demelzahcarne]

Dating is not really the focus right now, you know? It’s like—how can I make somebody happy if I’m not in a comfortable place yet myself?

[avavega]

@isiahtaylor

Ava chewed on her bottom lip as she glanced down at her phone, holding her bag on her shoulder. She had about 40 minutes before she had to train with her trainer; which would be quite awhile. After that, she believed that she would go home and drink a nice glance of wine. Especially because she knew that she would be enduring a lot during training. She jogs up the steps of the gym before walking inside of the building. She glance around noticing a few boxers lingering around the gym. She waves to a familiar face before heading toward the woman’s locker room. She quickly walks inside heading over to a locker and placing her bag on the bench. She grabs her clothes out of the bag; a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Lucky thing, that she already had her sports bra and tennis shoes on. She changes into the clothes before placing the clothes she was wearing before inside the bag. She made sure she had her boxing gloves, her phone along with her water bottle before heading out.

She sighs to herself as she heads over to the water fountain next to the men’s locker room. She places her bottle in front of the fountain, to fill it up before training. She looks up at hearing someone coming out of the gym. And to her surprise, Isiah was the one to walk out the locker room. She held her breathe for a second before acknowledging his presence. “Hey…you don’t usually come here early.” She said awkwardly to him as she looks away from him to screw her cap on her bottle. To be honest, she was hoping on not seeing him at all today, especially because of what happen between them yesterday. And it didn’t help that they had the same trainer. “How much do you think Derek is going to put us through today?” She ask him figuring it would be best to not even discuss yesterday’s event, in her mind it should be old news already.

[isiahtaylor]

He didn’t even quite remember how much he had to drink last night. Fact was: the pounding in his head was unbearable. Even after a long cold shower it still lingered on, made it impossible to think. Two aspirin later and the world looked somewhat better already, but even the tiredness started to settle in. Bad fucking timing. Glancing over at the clock he considered his options: Sleep for an hour and then run into the gym or take a long walk over there to wake up better. With a groan in frustration, he got up from the seat and headed to pack his things ready. Only several minutes later he was out of the door. Earplugs in, music blasting through them as he finally shut the world out entirely. But only to finally return memories again from last night.

Why did he not think about it before? It was impossible, he had not forgotten that he had fucked Ava the night prior. But apparently he was just too busy with the usual daily routine that he just hadn’t even thought about it for some reason. Weird. Suddenly each step towards the gym got heavier. He knew what would expect him there. Couldn’t he just call in and stay at home? Those things were the worst moments. The awkward day after having had sex. He had experienced it way too many times already that he knew he’d rather just ditch and bail. But too late. He found himself in front of the building already, taking a deep breath and entering.

Of course it wouldn’t take too long but they had to cross paths. His first instinct told him to turn around and run away --- but he refused, continuing on his path, eyes only lifting towards her as he arrived right before her. Playing all casual. “Couldn’t sleep.” He mumbled --- but lied. Literally, he just couldn’t think of a better answer. “I don’t know. Not too much I hope. I’m fucked from…” last night. But he bit the comment back, ending the sentence before it could leave his mouth. That kind of luck only he couldn’t have.