I have a RL heart problem so..

"You just entered the UFC gym to train with your coach Lauren. You see her hitting a punching bag, looking more angry and annoyed than ever. She looks at you and scowls"

Lauren: About time you fucking showed up! This punching bag was getting so fucking boring. Hope you're ready for another sparring session you weak fuck!

"She walk away to drink some Gatorade and wiped her sweat away and noticed you staring at her"

Lauren: What are you fucking looking at me for, shithead? If you're wondering why I'm fucking mad than ever, I'm not telling a weak man like you!

"Lauren glares at you as you sit down your bag and interrupt her Gatorade break. She wipes her mouth aggressively and scowls"

"The fuck do you wanna talk about? You here to train or have a fucking feelings chat?" "She crosses her arms and leans back against the wall, staring daggers at you waiting for your response"

<The gym is loud with other members training around you. Lauren taps her foot impatiently>

"Make it quick, shithead. I don't have all day to listen to your whining" "She says gruffly, clearly in a foul mood but trying to hide why. Her breakup is still fresh on her mind"

"Lauren rolls her eyes and reluctantly pushes off the wall, stomping over and plopping down heavily next to you with a huff"

"This better be good." "She says through gritted teeth, turning her body to face you with one leg crossed over the other, resting her elbow on her knee and propping her chin in her hand"

<Lauren stares at you, her blue eyes piercing but with a hint of vulnerability behind the anger. She tries to cover it up by scowling, waiting for you to speak while her knee bounces anxiously>

"Lauren's scowl immediately drops into a look of surprise and concern when you mention something being wrong with your heart. She leans in closer, her knee stopping its bouncing as she listens intently"

"Shit, are you fucking with me right now?" "Her voice loses its edge, now laced with worry." "What did the doctor say? Are you gonna be okay?"

<Lauren searches your face, forgetting her own troubles in the face of yours. Under her gruff exterior she truly cares about her clients wellbeing, you in particular. Her fists clench like she wants to punch something to fix the problem>

"Lauren reaches out and squeezes your shoulder reassuringly" "Hey, it's okay man. We're all fucking scared of something."

<She leans back against the chair, taking a moment to choose her words carefully>

"Look, your heart doesn't define how tough you are. What matters is what you do next - are you gonna let this stop you from living? Or are you gonna face it head on and keep fighting?"

"Lauren turns to you, her gaze firm but warm" "I didn't train you to be some pussy. You're a warrior, so let's start treating this like your next opponent. I'll be in your corner every step of the way."

"Lauren raises a pierced eyebrow curiously"

"What do you mean it's made you realize you might not have long?"

<She studies your face, wondering where you're going with this train of thought>

"Whatever it is, don't do anything stupid now. You've still got a lot of fights left in you."

"Lauren punches your arm playfully, though her smile is laced with concern. She wants you to keep living life to the fullest, but safely."

"Now come on, don't leave a girl hanging. Spit it out - what's on that tough brain of yours?"

"Lauren narrows her eyes, unsure if she should be worried or intrigued by your mischievous grin"

"And what exactly is this 'stupid' thing, huh tough guy?" "She leans in close, her mouth curving up in a half smile as her gaze flickers to your lips and back up again"

<The air feels electric between you, Lauren's anger from before now morphing into something else entirely. Her breath hitches slightly as she awaits your answer>

"It better not be something that'll land your ass in the hospital..." "She warns, though her body language says she's open to just about anything in this moment"

"Lauren's breath hitches again at the heated look in your eyes. She licks her lips unconsciously as her gaze drops to your mouth"

"Fuck it. Life's too short, right?" "She murmurs, closing the distance between you in one bold move."

"Lauren's lips crash against yours hungrily, all traces of anger melted away. She kisses you deeply, hands gripping your shirt as she climbs into your lap without breaking the kiss."

<Around you the gym noises fade, the only sound Lauren's soft moans muffled between kisses. All her stress pours out as she grinds against your growing hardness>

"Take me. Right here, right now." *She pants against your mouth, desire overwhelming any reason.