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Isa wasn't really sure how they'd ended up here; only she must have somehow convinced Gabi to join her at the gym after months of trying. The gym in question wasn't one she was familiar with yet, beyond, of course, the recognition that came from visiting any boxing gym. It was a wide, open space with a ring in the centre and boxing bags lined up on the sides. The far wall was covered in mirrors and benches, not unlike the stereotypical ballet gyms she remembered from her childhood.
Gabi looked immensely out of place there, as if these two aspects of Isa's life were just inherently incompatible, one oil and the other water. Her figure was tense, with her thighs visibly quivering at every thin gust of wind even while wearing thick sweatpants. Once she finished appraising the gym, she turned her baby cow eyes on Isa, an unnamed, unreadable emotion colouring her gaze.
“It's very empty,” she said at last, as if that was what mattered in the moment and not the fact that she was there. With Isa.
She was right, of course; the gym really was oddly empty.
There was only the two of them.
“It’s fine” – it really wasn’t, but Gabi didn't need to know that – “I made a reservation; we can log in with a member of staff once someone appears.”
She probably did make a reservation, so that wasn't really a lie. Technically. Someone from her team must've made it for her at the very least, and either way it would probably be fine. She'd figure something out.
The clock on the wall read 11:36, which was usually peak gym time, but it'd been reading that since they came in so she wasn't sure how trustworthy it was. Whatever the case, the gym's emptiness was a gift horse she wasn't going to bother looking in the eye.
She gestured for Gabi to follow her and headed towards a corner right where a line of punching bags met the mirror-lined wall. This way she could see Gabi walking behind her, eyes locked on the gap between her shoulder blades. She carefully selected a bench so they'd still have their own private corner once the gym inevitably filled up.
They both settled on the bench, legs pressed tightly against each other, as Isa took a roll of boxing tape out of her pocket, gently reaching out and pulling Gabi's hand into her lap. Her hands were beautiful long things, her skin as smooth as a baby lamb's before being led into slaughter. She turned them slowly, making sure the taller girl's palm was facing her, and with a gentleness she'd thought long gone, she pressed down on her calluses (an inevitable consequence of their shared passion) and wrapped the other girl's knuckles.
“Can you flex your fingers for me? Just to check if they aren’t too tight.” Gabi paused for a second, clearly startled by her breaking their unspoken silent contest, before gently flexing her fingers.
“They’re fine.”
It was quite ironic. They'd barely spoken so far but it'd only felt natural; here in this empty gym, noise felt like sacrilege, like it would interrupt something sacred beyond Isa's understanding. Besides, they didn't need words between them; they never had. Everything they needed to say to each other could be said with soft looks and softer touches.
She quickly wrapped her own knuckles and stood up, gripping Gabi's hands tight in her own for a second longer than necessary before letting go and leading her to the sparring mat. If it'd been anybody else's first time at the gym, she'd definitely have guided them to a punching bag and walked them through how to properly throw a punch, but with Gabi the ring just felt right.
Gabi's eyes followed her into the ring, and then the other girl was there, across from her, fists raised and eyes focused. Itching for a fight. Her stance was clearly taken more from pub brawls and street tussles than any organised martial style, but that didn't take away from the overall effect of the image in front of her.
Gabi looked glorious. Like some kind of avenging goddess, ready to tear down everyone and everything in her path in order to reach her final goal. Nike, victory itself, reincarnated only to meet Isa on the battlefield there and then. Despite it all, she had no intention of letting her goddess win.
“Are we going to do this or…” Gabi's tone was cocky, but her eyes made it clear just how impatient she was already.
Isa didn't bother replying to her weak taunt; she didn't think Gabi expected her to in the first place. Besides, if she said anything right now, she just might slip up and let the taller girl know exactly what was going through her head when Gabi looked at her this way. Instead, she simply raised her hand in a universal come-hither gesture.
And oh, how Gabi did.
Like the butterflies she was aptly compared to by the media, Gabi flew across the ring faster than even Isa expected. One second she was far, the next right on top of her and reaching for a punch.
She clearly had some experience getting into fights because she hit like there was no tomorrow and no rules except win or be defeated, kicking and punching, biting and scratching. Pure destruction locked away behind the façade of a girl. Her girl.
But there was one thing her passion didn't make up for: Gabi didn't have any regard for the sport or its rules. Her one goal was to bring Isa down, no matter what she had to do to achieve that. That made her a sloppy fighter, and Isabelle had no intention of being brought down by a sloppy fighter.
She dodged one of gabi's stronger punches, which was directly aimed at her face, an opportunity handed to her on a silver platter. Raw strength without technique usually meant momentum, and her dodging the fist made the other fighter lose her balance, just like Isa had thought it would. Taking advantage of the girl's distraction, she quickly grabbed the other girl by the legs, stopping her fall. Making sure to dig her fingers in deep against her meaty thighs, she lifted the other girl and slammed her into the mat, quickly using her chance in order to straddle the other girl and hold her arms down so she couldn't use them to get away from the grip. Now it was just a matter of timing out.
Isa started counting.
“5.”
She could feel Gabi's stomach trembling beneath her as the girl tried to tighten her muscles in order to buck off the weight lying on her. She was strong but desperate and slowly losing circulation in her legs. It was obvious she wasn't going to tap out, but it was a wild horse fighting against a wilder rider; both might be huffing in effort and refusing to let go but one of them was on top. Isa held strong.
“4.”
There was a line of sweat dripping down from her jaw onto her neck, tracing the path of her muscles and Isa felt a desperate need to lick it directly from the other girl, just so she could know her taste. She didn't know at what point her brain decided that it was a good idea to actually go through with it, but victory must have left her confident because she was reaching up to lay her head on Gabi's chest, licking and sucking at the underside of her jaw.
3.
Gabi was giggling then, soft sweet sounds that rang clear as golden bells. They made Isa feel like a woman seeing rain for the first time after a lifetime of drought. She nipped again at her girl's jaw, turning her pure sounds into something that could only be classified as a high-pitched whine.
With her newly freed arms, Gabi slowly managed to drag herself into a seated position, firm against the side of the ring, Isa following along while diligently kissing at the side of her neck, half lying on top of her, half reaching up for more.
2.
She took Gabi's sweet sounds as permission to keep her ministrations going, a steady rhythm of biting and sucking at the edge of her jaw until it was painted purple just for her eyes. And then she continued downwards through her neck, pressing two wet kisses against where her tits were held by her sports bra that left Gabi gasping for air and pressing upwards against Isa's mouth was kissing the hard muscular planes of her stomach. She paused once she reached the edge of Gabi's sweats before starting to sloppily kiss along the edge where her waistband met her skin.
"1.” She murmured lowly against Gabi's skin. From where she was resting, it was like whispering against a live wire, one who shuddered at every breath that pressed against its warmth, just in the expectation of a potential explosion.
“You won.” Gabi whispered softly as the pad of her thumb brushed beneath Isa's eyes and a shy smile crept into her face, almost as if only there to make the desire in her eyes all the more dangerous. “Go get it.”
Isa did not need to be told twice; one moment she was lathering Gabi's stomach with her kisses, the next she was pulling her pants down with a renewed fervour. She threw them against the ring and they slid down the ropes but she didn't care about that, not when faced with what was perhaps the most gorgeous sight of her life. Gabi's tanned thighs, clad in nothing but lacy white silk, were placed right in front of her face.
There was a visible wet spot where the entrance of Gabi's pussy was, and it turned her panties semi-transparent in a way that made Isa salivate. It was a new pair that she didn't remember Gabi having when they'd used to room together, and she wondered idly when the other girl had had the time to buy it.
That didn't matter right now, though; there were better things to focus on. She looked up one more time to check if Gabi was still okay and received nothing but an encouraging smile and a gentle nod.
With that, she went down.
She licked a clean line up Gabi's panties, trying to absorb the feel of her juices through the thin silk. She tasted of something soft and tangy and so uniquely of her. Isa sucked in at the origin of her wet spot, the opening of her pretty hole, pulling the fabric of her panties between her lips just to have as much of that nectar as possible.
Gabi was clutching the side of the ring, trying to keep herself upright while her head lolled sideways, despite that her eyes were still clear-looking. Perhaps the clearest looking Isa had seen in months.
Good.
With a quick movement she hooked two fingers on the side of her now ruined panties and pulled them down smoothly till they rested just above her knees, stretched out by Gabi's open legs.
Taking a second to appreciate the view before her (Gabi wide open and leaking for Isa, her legs spread like a gift from God Himself, her face flushed red with-), Isa slowly slid her hands underneath Gabi's thighs, clutching her ass so that the girl was more sitting in her arms than she was on the floor. Holding her world in her hands.
With a satisfied noise, she started to slowly pepper kisses around Gabi's pretty pussy, leaving hickies and bite marks all over where the edge of her neatly trimmed hair guarded her pretty hole. Always without touching anything that would give Gabi the relief she clearly wanted.
Gabi let out an unsatisfied grunt above her and, clearly deciding to take matters into her own hands, used one of her hands to push isa's head down until her nose was pressed flush against the clit in front of her, moaning at the sensation. “Just… por favor-”
Isa giggled at that. Of course.
Her Gabi was a champion; she took what she wanted and didn't wait around for things to fall into her lap. That would never change.
She looked wrecked already; they both did. Gabi, with her head thrown back in pleasure, mouth open and hand pressing down insistently on Isa's curls, was a sight straight from a poem, however. And all of this without Isa even touching her properly yet.
With one last kiss to the hood of her clit, Isa dove into the feast in front of her like a woman starved. Tongue stretched out in front, trying to find and suck and consume every single piece of juice that her girl was willing to let out, face entirely drenched and sticky.
From her position, her nose was right beneath Gabi's clit, rubbing against every time she moved, and the girl had started to hump back against it, desperately chasing relief. She couldn't even say anything anymore, just a litany of “ah-ah-ah”s that let Isa know just when she was hitting the right spot.
Isa could tell that she was also quite wet inside her gym shorts, the nylon fabric sticking to her skin and making it difficult to shift her position, but that was of no consequence to her. Her only focus was to give Gabi as much pleasure as was humanly possible. With careful movements she started to slowly caress the back of Gabi's thighs where she was holding the other girl.
That did it.
With a short, hiccupy whine, Gabi came all over Isa's tongue. She lapped it up in seconds, drinking her juices just as they came out until her face was covered in them and Gabi was writhing with overstimulation, her hand tugging at the hair on Isa's head to get her to slow down. She didn't let go as Gabi tugged and whined, only stopping once there was no juice left to drink up, even licking some up from where it'd dripped on the ring mat.
Then, finally, she carefully slid Gabi's panties back up again, checking with her girl if it was comfortable that way and if she needed anything else. They would have to clean this up properly, and once they’d both taken a breather, head to the showers and have some good rest.
Not at that moment, though. At that moment all she had to do was look at the beautiful girl above her and wonder just how she got lucky enough to end up here. With her head in Gabi's lap and her girl's beautiful face where she could see it. Where she could reach her hand out and brush it along the line of her jaw and watch the beautiful blush that bloomed across her lover's skin.
After the intensity of what they'd done had settled into the silence of the gym, she could think of nothing better to do than to slowly lift her head and kiss Gabi's smiling lips, softly and slowly as though they had all the time in the world.
She looked wrecked and beautiful, and hers, in all the ways a person could be a part of another. Had Nico ever done this for her? Had he been this careful, had she enjoyed it? What difference did it even make if he had the sunken, sad version of her when Isa could unravel her in her mouth, when she could make her happy?
“This feels just like a dream,” she whispered against those soft lips, the words more for herself than anything else. She didn't think the other girl had heard as she gently placed her hands on either side of Isa's face and caressed her cheeks, her eyes suddenly sad with a lone tear slipping out.
With shaking hands Gabi pulled Isa close and gave her a kiss on the stray curl that was stuck on her forehead, much like an apology.
“That's because it is, silly.”
–
Isa's bed was a mess when she woke up.
She'd managed to kick her covers to the ground while asleep, and there was a loose airpod near where her head was resting still playing a melancholic song. She didn't know what the words meant, but she remembered it being one of Gabi's favourites from their shared playlist. Gabi's songs had probably been playing on loop since she'd gone to bed last night.
Her boxers were wet and sticky, and there was a wet stain on her pillow which she assumed was drool until she looked up at her mirror and realised she was crying. Silent tears streaked down her face, and her eyes were puffy and red.
She stood up with shaky legs and headed to her bathroom. There was a full day ahead, and her dreams were just dreams.
The two of them had come into speaking terms again after their drunken conversation, and she couldn't deny that they were friends again. But perhaps that was worse than what they'd been before this whole mess because at least back then she could reassure herself that whatever they were had affected gabi enough that she'd needed some space.
To dream of gabi like this, as hers, after everything was just… cruel. Unnecessary.
Even with that, the music continued playing.
“ir no seu íntimo, nunca me faça mal, linda, mais que demais, você é linda sim…”