She's a knockout Part 3
Callie had begun Arizona on a warm-up. She stood there with her arms folded as Arizona stretched, somewhat more suggestively than she would have if she were really working out, but she had to do it. It wouldn’t have been half as much fun watching Callie try to restrain herself and squirm if she had done her usual warm-up. Fifteen minutes later Callie suggested they move onto the bags. “But you haven’t warmed up yet?” came tumbling out of Arizona’s mouth a little more petulantly than she would have liked. It wasn’t fair, she should get the opportunity to stare and watch Callie’s muscles flex beneath that tan skin. This was not going how she had anticipated. Callie was being the voyeur, not her. What annoyed her more was that she had no idea how to turn it around.
“Oh I am plenty warm thanks. You saw to that.” The reply cut Arizona’s thoughts in half like a knife through butter. Her knees felt like they could no longer support her weight, so she casually leant against the nearest ring so as not to collapse too publicly. Newborn ha! That was a mistake. Be cool, catch her off guard. Please.
“Really now? Well then as you are so warm, why don’t you show me your technique.” That sounded cheesy even to her but she nodded her head to the nearest bag mounted to the wall. Callie rolled her eyes playfully and began slipping her hands into a pair of sparring gloves. More like padded cycling gloves, more flexible than boxing gloves. Cricking her neck left then right Callie took up a stance in front of the bag. A look of determination on her face completed the picture that was possibly the hottest thing Arizona had ever seen. Callie built up slowly, making short jabs with the occasional heavy punch to the center. As Arizona watched the sweat begin to form on Callie’s skin she couldn’t help feel an ache to go over there and towel her off, but she wouldn’t as she could watch this all day.
Hearing the grunts escape Callie’s lips as she forced another punch into the bag one lunge after another made Arizona’s mind race into other situations where that would be appealing to hear. Her shoulder muscles working hard beneath her skin as she let loose another volley of swings. It was hypnotic to see Callie smack the punch bag. Arizona wasn’t a fan of physical violence, but watching Callie do this she would be lying if she said she wasn’t turned on. “This…. Is….. a great….way… of… relieving stress!” Arizona didn’t doubt it. Every now and again a strand of Callie’s hair would fall from the grip she had it held up in and Arizona was besieged by an almost uncontrollable urge to sweep it from her face and tuck it back up, then tackle her to the ground and show Callie her own way of relieving stress.
Too soon, Callie backed away from the bag and turned to Arizona. Her muscles seemed to be straining from their exertion, her skin burning hot and soaked with the efforts she had let loose on the bag. Arizona felt the need to cling to the edge of the ring for support as Callie unstrapped her gloves and walked towards her. Her chest heaving as she tried to regain a steady breathing rhythm, sweat glistening on her collar bone and nestled in the curve of her neck. Arizona checked her breathing was steady as Callie looked up and gave a stunning smile. I don’t think I can take much more of this.
Callie’s breathing was ragged against Arizona’s skin as she leant one arm on the ring beside her. Normally Arizona hated sweat on people, but on Callie it was acting like one more piece to a perfect puzzle. Oh no… Callie reached for her water bottle and took a long, drawn out swig from it. A small amount had escaped the corner of her lips and trickled down her cheek and splashed on her collar bone. She is doing this on purpose! My god she is good! But two can play that game Calliope. “I’ve never boxed before. I’m not sure it’s a good idea for me to go hitting sand bags Calliope, without any idea what I’m doing. Being a surgeon, my hands are kinda important. Really important. Really. Maybe I should just watch you some more.”
“No problem, I’ll teach you.” Arizona noticed that the grin on Callie’s face was screaming that Arizona just fell into a trap. “Put the gloves on and we’ll get started on the basics. I promise I won’t let you hurt yourself. ” This wasn’t what Arizona had in mind. She was very fond of her hands and figured that at a later date, Callie would be fond of them too. But not if they were mangled from a beginners punch gone wrong. Sighing in defeat she slipped the padded mitts onto her hands and trudged like a condemned convict over to the bag. She felt a little foolish standing there with her hands raised like she was about to pick a fight with a butterfly and lose. “So, what do I do?” The air left her lungs in a deep gasp as she felt Callie’s body press in tight to her back, her skin was still soaked and burning. Her chin rested on Arizona’s shoulder as her hands reached to rest on Arizona’s closed fists. She could feel the heat from Callie’s taught muscles burning into her bones.
“Well, first rule” Her words were no more than a whisper in Arizona’s ear “Never put your thumb inside your fist.” Arizona fought to stay upright as Callie’s fingers eased her thumb to the outside of her closed fist. “Next rule, throw from the shoulder, not the elbow and keep your wrist straight.” The words slid over Arizona’s ear and melted somewhere deep in her brain, dissolving the areas of rational thought as they passed. Callie used her hand to guide Arizona's arm back, twisting their bodies together, not even a centimeter between her back and Callie's chest. “Next rule…” But Arizona was one step ahead of Callie. Turning on the spot, keeping her body tight to Callie’s, she whispered:
“Aren’t you always meant to keep your eyes on your opponent?” Lifting her arms around Callie’s neck, she was satisfied to hear Callie’s heartbeat thud heavily. For a moment Callie seemed to be running through a list of options in her mind. Arizona chewed her lip as seductively as she could however Callie’s look of victory stumped her and a look of confusion replaced her seductive dimpled look. “What?” Callie continued to look smug, saying nothing. It was infuriating. Arizona loved being the one in control and all too often Callie was proving that she was the one who pulled all the strings on this puppet, not the other way around. After all, Arizona hadn’t gone to bed a single night since she first saw Callie, without some sort of fantasy playing in her head. She had been the one to relent and admit she was wrong, and she was the one who kissed Callie in that bathroom, forever ago it seemed. “What?! Come on Calliope, let me in on the joke.” She pouted but snapped out of it when she realized she was doing what her mother used to do to her father when she wanted to get her own way.
“Oh nothing. I was just thinking, contemplating.” This was getting ridiculous. Stood in the middle of a boxing club, sweaty, breathing heavy (Even though she hadn’t done anything, Callie’s embrace was having the effect of a workout) she was putting on her best come hither eyes, her most sultry voice and Callie was turning into a philosopher all of a sudden. Involuntarily she let out a hiss from between her teeth and unwrapped her arms from Callie’s neck. Turning on her heels she stalked away, coming to an abrupt stop as her face collided with the punch bag. Ugggghhhh!!!! Her grand exit had been cut short as she crumpled to the floor. Graceful, elegant, blonde.
“Oh I am plenty warm thanks. You saw to that.” The reply cut Arizona’s thoughts in half like a knife through butter. Her knees felt like they could no longer support her weight, so she casually leant against the nearest ring so as not to collapse too publicly. Newborn ha! That was a mistake. Be cool, catch her off guard. Please.
“Really now? Well then as you are so warm, why don’t you show me your technique.” That sounded cheesy even to her but she nodded her head to the nearest bag mounted to the wall. Callie rolled her eyes playfully and began slipping her hands into a pair of sparring gloves. More like padded cycling gloves, more flexible than boxing gloves. Cricking her neck left then right Callie took up a stance in front of the bag. A look of determination on her face completed the picture that was possibly the hottest thing Arizona had ever seen. Callie built up slowly, making short jabs with the occasional heavy punch to the center. As Arizona watched the sweat begin to form on Callie’s skin she couldn’t help feel an ache to go over there and towel her off, but she wouldn’t as she could watch this all day.
Hearing the grunts escape Callie’s lips as she forced another punch into the bag one lunge after another made Arizona’s mind race into other situations where that would be appealing to hear. Her shoulder muscles working hard beneath her skin as she let loose another volley of swings. It was hypnotic to see Callie smack the punch bag. Arizona wasn’t a fan of physical violence, but watching Callie do this she would be lying if she said she wasn’t turned on. “This…. Is….. a great….way… of… relieving stress!” Arizona didn’t doubt it. Every now and again a strand of Callie’s hair would fall from the grip she had it held up in and Arizona was besieged by an almost uncontrollable urge to sweep it from her face and tuck it back up, then tackle her to the ground and show Callie her own way of relieving stress.
Too soon, Callie backed away from the bag and turned to Arizona. Her muscles seemed to be straining from their exertion, her skin burning hot and soaked with the efforts she had let loose on the bag. Arizona felt the need to cling to the edge of the ring for support as Callie unstrapped her gloves and walked towards her. Her chest heaving as she tried to regain a steady breathing rhythm, sweat glistening on her collar bone and nestled in the curve of her neck. Arizona checked her breathing was steady as Callie looked up and gave a stunning smile. I don’t think I can take much more of this.
Callie’s breathing was ragged against Arizona’s skin as she leant one arm on the ring beside her. Normally Arizona hated sweat on people, but on Callie it was acting like one more piece to a perfect puzzle. Oh no… Callie reached for her water bottle and took a long, drawn out swig from it. A small amount had escaped the corner of her lips and trickled down her cheek and splashed on her collar bone. She is doing this on purpose! My god she is good! But two can play that game Calliope. “I’ve never boxed before. I’m not sure it’s a good idea for me to go hitting sand bags Calliope, without any idea what I’m doing. Being a surgeon, my hands are kinda important. Really important. Really. Maybe I should just watch you some more.”
“No problem, I’ll teach you.” Arizona noticed that the grin on Callie’s face was screaming that Arizona just fell into a trap. “Put the gloves on and we’ll get started on the basics. I promise I won’t let you hurt yourself. ” This wasn’t what Arizona had in mind. She was very fond of her hands and figured that at a later date, Callie would be fond of them too. But not if they were mangled from a beginners punch gone wrong. Sighing in defeat she slipped the padded mitts onto her hands and trudged like a condemned convict over to the bag. She felt a little foolish standing there with her hands raised like she was about to pick a fight with a butterfly and lose. “So, what do I do?” The air left her lungs in a deep gasp as she felt Callie’s body press in tight to her back, her skin was still soaked and burning. Her chin rested on Arizona’s shoulder as her hands reached to rest on Arizona’s closed fists. She could feel the heat from Callie’s taught muscles burning into her bones.
“Well, first rule” Her words were no more than a whisper in Arizona’s ear “Never put your thumb inside your fist.” Arizona fought to stay upright as Callie’s fingers eased her thumb to the outside of her closed fist. “Next rule, throw from the shoulder, not the elbow and keep your wrist straight.” The words slid over Arizona’s ear and melted somewhere deep in her brain, dissolving the areas of rational thought as they passed. Callie used her hand to guide Arizona's arm back, twisting their bodies together, not even a centimeter between her back and Callie's chest. “Next rule…” But Arizona was one step ahead of Callie. Turning on the spot, keeping her body tight to Callie’s, she whispered:
“Aren’t you always meant to keep your eyes on your opponent?” Lifting her arms around Callie’s neck, she was satisfied to hear Callie’s heartbeat thud heavily. For a moment Callie seemed to be running through a list of options in her mind. Arizona chewed her lip as seductively as she could however Callie’s look of victory stumped her and a look of confusion replaced her seductive dimpled look. “What?” Callie continued to look smug, saying nothing. It was infuriating. Arizona loved being the one in control and all too often Callie was proving that she was the one who pulled all the strings on this puppet, not the other way around. After all, Arizona hadn’t gone to bed a single night since she first saw Callie, without some sort of fantasy playing in her head. She had been the one to relent and admit she was wrong, and she was the one who kissed Callie in that bathroom, forever ago it seemed. “What?! Come on Calliope, let me in on the joke.” She pouted but snapped out of it when she realized she was doing what her mother used to do to her father when she wanted to get her own way.
“Oh nothing. I was just thinking, contemplating.” This was getting ridiculous. Stood in the middle of a boxing club, sweaty, breathing heavy (Even though she hadn’t done anything, Callie’s embrace was having the effect of a workout) she was putting on her best come hither eyes, her most sultry voice and Callie was turning into a philosopher all of a sudden. Involuntarily she let out a hiss from between her teeth and unwrapped her arms from Callie’s neck. Turning on her heels she stalked away, coming to an abrupt stop as her face collided with the punch bag. Ugggghhhh!!!! Her grand exit had been cut short as she crumpled to the floor. Graceful, elegant, blonde.