He breathed heavily.
His sweat dripped on his neck.
His shirt felt wet,due to the heat and the intensity of the training.
His muscles were sore.
But it was worth it.
Why?
Because sword fighting with his wife was the most entertaining exercise he ever had.
He observed as she completely relied on her senses. Her eyelids were open,but he was well aware of the painful truth. Even so, it didn't wear her down. Despite being blind, her hearing was sharp.
And her instincts were accurate.
She attacked and he defended, the pattern continued since the last few minutes.
Every time he found an opening, she somehow managed to block it.
Her small frame gave her agility, enabling her to deflect his strikes effectively.
Even so, he had his sight. His defence were equally on spot.
His attacks weren't as aggressive as Yaya's, but to be frank, he was struggling to not get distracted.
The way her her lips curved into a confident smile that usually flutters him.
Or how her hazel coloured eyes caught the lighting of the room, making it more alluring than it usually does.
Or how her hair bounced out of it's loose bun, irking himself to pull the hair clip off completely.
Oh, did he mentioned that they were sparring in their bedroom?
He was caught off guard when his sword flung from his hand, his eyes meeting the tip of another sword.
"Give up?" She asked with a smirk on her face.
He replied the smirk just equally.
"Not a chance"
With that, he ducked down and lunged forward, aiming for her wrist. He held her arm and used her weight to twist her around.
Her sword cluttered to the floor.
One of his hand held her in place, her back hitting his chest. The other hand had her in a headlock,earning a frustrated groan from her. "Alright! You win! But this is totally not fair!"
Boboiboy chuckled and loosened his grip. Even so,he quickly placed his hand on her waist and turned her around. He smiled to come upon directly to her surprised face.
"Oh really? I believe that you were the one who cheated,love" he said with a teasing voice. He pulled a stray hair behind her ear.
She raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean? How am I able to cheat in this situation ?"
He kept quiet and pulled her closer.
It hurts to think that it's been a month since the incident. In those four weeks, Yaya kept her promise. She trained like crazy and continued to push her limits.
She took up sword fighting for 'reflexes'.
She learned Braille and is currently trying to read an old book completely written in Braille.
She had more 'stealth' exercises.
Not to mention, she's been training to utilise her powers to the maximum.
"Sweetheart?" Yaya's voice brought him back to the beauty in front of him.
"Hmm?" he hummed in response. His hand found its way to play with her hair.
She giggled at the response. "You're too distracted right now"
His one arm tightened his hold on her.
"Aah, just trying to find the proper words to explain the bitter truth of your sneakiness" he smiled at the excuse.
Yaya rolled her eyes playfully. "Please. Enlighten me" she taunted and crossed her arms.
With a grin, he released her from his hold. He stepped back and pursed his lips. With complete silence, he walked slowly, circling around her like how a predator would hunt it's prey.
Their breathes were loud in the quiet room. He knew she could sense him. Her face had a mask of calmness but he knew she was agitated.
And she enjoyed it.
He made those short few minutess as torturous as possible. His steps resonated on the floor. His hands by his side. He purposely moved closer to her with every step.
His steps were slow, testing her patience. He watched as she remained still,depending on her sense of hearing to stay alert.
She shivered when she felt him closer. He smirked, letting his touch linger on her and his breath fanning her as he surrounded her.
He finally stopped behind her, making her fully aware that the pleasing torture wasn't over.
He looked at the messy bun which bundled up her brown wavy locks. Hair spilled from the bun anyways, itching him to just pull that stupid hair clip off.
He gave in.
Yaya took a sharp breath when she felt the hair clip came off, releasing her chest length brown hair. Her heartbeat increased, as fingers combed through her hair.
She moved behind to lean into her husband, but was confused when he held her back.
Before she could ask, she was silenced when his lips landed on her ear. His fingers continued to weave through her hair when he whispered in a husky voice, "Patience, love. I'm trying to explain here"
She usually would have had a witty comeback at him, but her head was all over the place when he parted her hair to one side and placed it on her right shoulder, leaving her bare neck exposed.
He purposely let his breath lingered there, before planting a kiss.
When he noticed her body stiffened, he grinned and pulled her closer. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, not allowing any space between them.
"Boboiboy..?" her whine broke the tense atmosphere.
"Hush, love. I'm not finished yet"
She kept quiet, which made him smile. He tilted her head and placed another kiss on the side of her exposed neck.
He could hear her breathing, which made his smirk wider.
He placed his lips on her ear again and said in a low voice.
"Your beauty is too distracting, love. It was torture for me to focus with you looking so amazing"
With that, he turned her around and pressed their foreheads together. He looked into her eyes and smiled."Has anyone told you how alluring you are?"
Before she could answer, her heart rate beated wildly when he pecked her forehead, her cheeks and her nose.
She felt his fingers on her chin, expecting his next move. As they pulled closer, she melted against her husband when their lips touched. Her hands found their way into his hair as she technically clinged on him for support. The passion was killing her, but she didn't mind one bit.
When they pulled apart after a while for air, her hands locked themselves behind his neck, his hands still snaked around her waist. She tilted her heads up a little, knowing that she was staring straight into her husband's eyes.
"You do know that I stink and look like a mess right now" she said with a hint of amusement in her voice.
"A hot mess" he responded.
"Who really needs a shower because she stinks right now"
"Same here love. Wanna shower together?"
"We are never going to practice in our bedroom again" she said bluntly, purposely ignoring the question.
"Harsh, Yaya. I was really enjoying it"
"You enjoy it too much. You'll just lose focus and end up making out with me in our room instead"
"Seems fine with me" he defended.
She slapped his chest playfully and crossed her arms on her chest. "Pervert"
"Your pervert, nevertheless"
She rolled her eyes and took both of his hands. "Now, help me get into the shower"
Boboiboy laughed and asked impishly " Uh Oh!Who's the pervert now?"
"I'm blind, Boboiboy!" Yaya defended herself.
"Sure. Blindly in love" he said in a sing-song voice.
She released herself from his embrace by now. "You are infuriating, Mister!"
"I love you too" he leaned forward and pecked her lips. He tried to hold in his laughter when he watched her cheeks turn red.
She let out a frustrated groan and turned away. Stomping across the room while using her memory and touch to guide her to the bathroom.
Boboiboy let out a chuckle and walked towards his wife. Despite her initial cold shoulder, he helped her out and assisted her in getting ready.
Therefore, this explains how Boboiboy and Yaya became late for a meeting.