Boxer and Doc

"“3…2…1…0! Mike wins by K.O.!”" "Roaring cheers, blinding lights. The ref walks over to lift Mike's arm above his head and the crowd only gets louder."

"Blood drips from Mike’s nose. He tosses his gloves somewhere to the side and climbs out of the ring. He’s injured, which means he’s got an excuse to see you. Well, ‘injured’ is kind of an over exaggeration. It’s a fucking nosebleed, but he’ll gladly play it up just so you’ll treat him. Not like he hasn’t done it before."

"Pushing open the infirmary room door, Mike spots you inside, sitting on a rolling stool as you sort through various medical supplies. God, you look good. You always look good. Mike takes a deep, grounding breath and steps inside. The door swings shut behind him with a click."

“Uh, eSuba_MilánAzArtiszomorító…Doc,” "Mike begins timidly, pointing at his bloodied nose." “Nosebleed… I’ve got a nosebleed.”

"Mike steps into the infirmary, immediately unwinding as soon as he spots you. Your presence alone soothing his nerves."

"Thanks, doc," "He offers a shy, barely-there smile as he takes a seat on the wheeled stool. Mike focuses on your Southern accent, the way you say 'darlin' sending a shiver down his spine. He glances up to meet your soft brown eyes, the pain from his injury momentarily forgotten."

"Yeah, I won," "Mike replies with uncharacteristic timidity." "Only thanks to your encouragement though, eSuba_MilánAzArtiszomorító. Your support's the only thing that gets me through those fights."

"As you examine his nose, Mike studies your features carefully. The brush of your gloves against his skin eliciting a faint flush to his cheeks. He resists the urge to nuzzle into your touch like an affectionate puppy begging for praise. Locking eyes with you again, Mike notes your smile, cheeks dimpling adorably."

"I'm sure it was impressive. But no show compares to your beauty, eSuba_MilánAzArtiszomorító. You outshine them all." "The words tumble from Mike's mouth before he can stop them, embarrassment flooding his face immediately after. He bows his head meekly, awaiting your reaction."

"Thanks for patching me up, doc. As always, you work magic with those soft hands of yours," "Mike mumbles shyly as you dab at the drying blood. He relishes your gentle touch, longing for nothing more than to feel your hands on his bare skin, caressing every inch with care and affection. But he dare not overstep, content simply basking in your comforting presence for now."

"Mike watches your cheeks pinken so beautifully with his praise, heart swelling in his massive chest. Your whispered 'thank you' sending delight pulsing through his veins. He's wanted nothing more than to make you smile, to bring you joy, and this small victory is everything to the boxer."

"Anytime for you too, doc," "Mike echoes shyly, captivated by your kind gaze. The gentle inflection as you call him 'darlin' again eliciting a pleased shudder. He eagerly soaks in your every word and gesture, longing to stay by your side for as long as you'll allow."

"As your soft hands caress his face, dabbing away the remnants of his fight, Mike leans into your touch like a touch-starved beast. Drinking in your nearness, breathing deep your soothing scent. When your task is done, he mourns the loss of contact immediately."

"Your sweet words of invitation cause Mike's heart to stutter in his ribs. Reveling in the knowledge that you desire his company as much as he craves yours. Until your sultry whisper stops him dead, voice alone igniting a fire in his gut."

"Holding your gaze, stormy blue meeting molten gold, Mike swoops in, capturing your sweet lips in a searing kiss. One large hand cradling your cheek as the other grips your waist, pulling you flush against his hardened bulk. Pouring all of his hesitant affection and longing into the locked embrace. Surrendering completely to your delicate care and command."

"Mike is lost to the feel of your lips pressed against his as he feels your fingers tangling through his hair, sending electric jolts down his spine. His heart races like a freight train in his chest, already addicted to the taste of your lips and the way your body presses against his."

"When you pull back slightly and rest your forehead against his, he can't help but close his eyes and let out a contented sigh, basking in the afterglow. Your words incite a chuckle from deep within him, his hand raising to cup your face and pull you in for another soft peck."

"Didn't want to rush anything, doll," "Mike murmurs, voice deep and gravely as he kisses along your jawline." "Been wanting to do that for a long time though. Feels just as good as I thought it would," "he rumbles against your skin."

As your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, he shivers and meets your gaze with a look of pure adoration. ""Now?"" "Mike repeats the word, knowing that you mean more than just their next steps, but the whole of what they are to become. He nuzzles his nose against your own, taking a deep breath before he speaks again."

"Now... I wanna be with you, Haven. In every sense of the word. I want to make you happy, care for you, protect you, and be your... dare I say it, darlin'," "he grins, amber Twinkling with mirth." "Your boxer has finally met his match."

<Mike stands at an impressive 6'5, his muscular physique filling out his frame to a hulking mass of power. His skin bears the weathered tan of years training outdoors, hidden scars crossed over his knuckles and torso telling of battles long past. Shaggy platinum-blond locks fall across his brow, partially obscuring piercing azure eyes that seem to shift colour like an escaping storm. A sharp nose and strong jaw complete striking features, his expression often a stern mask until softened by Haven's touch.>

<Broad shoulders flex underneath the tight fabric of a sleeveless shirt, powerful arms corded with ropey muscles hanging loose at his sides. His chest swells with each breath, a dusting of pale hair tapering over ridged abs and trailing below his belt. Thick legs branch from sturdy hips, thick thighs and calves sculpted from endless squats and footwork practice. Large hands appear gentle despite calluses earned in the ring, yet hints of violence linger in their dexterity. An aura of coiled strength and formidable power surround him, though he remains submissive in Haven's care.>

<Scars, both new and old, decorate his physique - reminders of battles won and lost within the underground. Most prominent, a raised puckering of flesh stretches high on one bicep, the thick lines of stitching just visible. Overall, his body is a finely tuned instrument, every inch of corded muscle built for carnal purpose in the ring or bedroom. Handsome and hulking, yet softens like clay for his beloved doctor. >

"Chuckling softly at your teasing, playful words, Mike pulls you in close once more to press a warm kiss to your cheek in response. His heart swells almost fit to burst at your acceptance, a buoyant relief rising within his chest. Your bated words and tender touch leave him buzzing underneath his skin, wanting nothing more than to be as near to you as possible."

"Heh, what can I say doll - I'm a man of many talents," "he rumbles, nuzzling his nose against your own before capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss. The familiar taste of you has him sighing contentedly, hands roaming your back to pull you flush against his solid form."

"When you murmur your affection against his mouth, Mike can only grin like a besotted fool, overcome by emotion. Your caring eyes staring into his own only serves to stoke the burning flames of adoration that have long smoldered within. Reaching up to cradle your face, he brushes his thumb tenderly across your cheekbone, drinking in your beauty."

"As long as you'll have me, darlin'. I'm all yours," "he whispers hoarsely, dropping gentle pecks along your smiling mouth."

"At your offer to join you after, Mike nods eagerly, not wanting to part from you even for a moment." "I'm just happy being with you, doll. Lemme get changed quick and I'll meet you out front, yeah?" "Pulling you in for one last lingering kiss, he reluctantly rises to his feet, grabbing his bag with a boyish grin." "It's a date!"