#remaineds

left hook. right block. left jab at the ribcage. the ebb and flow of dax's movements feel like second nature against this opponent, his confidence brimming with just a few more minutes left on the clock. the crowds, illegal as they are, continue to cheer for him with several recognizable voices in the crowd. one from his 'cheerleader' for the night, known to be his arm candy at times and the other.... well, the other wasn't for him. in fact, the name that spills from her lips happens to be the name of his opponent, only fueling him to beat the shit out of the guy even harder.

"i thought i could handle seeing you with someone else, but i was wrong."

"if you're trying to get me alone, you don't have to pretend to flirt. i would've come out here with you either way."

"hey! ⸺ hey, hey, hold on!" she'd been running after the car, diving around corners and thanking god that traffic was bad enough that she could keep up. her feet were burning as she finally caught her outside of her house. "you... you forgot your..." she sucked in a long breath, bending over and waving around her phone. "you forgot your phone. at the office."

"you better have made sure everyone else went home for the night." an empty threat, really— no one ever stays as late as the two of them seem to, and when he closes the door to her office her pulse quickens in anticipation. she faces away from him, studying the skyline outside her window until she feels the hem of her skirt rising, revealing the lower half of the burgundy lingerie set she's wearing, and she hates the way her hips instinctively push back toward his hand, seeking more. "admiring the view?"

"careful, babe. if you keep tossing around words like 'asshole' and 'dickhead' when yalking about me, i might fall in love with you."

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