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?”
A loud groan sounded when he felt some weight on top of him -- only to be withdrawn a moment later.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?”









