Boxer AU part Deux (Anarcia)
Marcia paced back and forth in the lobby of the police station, tugging nervously at her long blonde locks as she glanced at the door for what seemed like the millionth time. She knew what Anetra did was dangerous, of course. Fighting was dangerous at the best of times, let alone when all of the safety precautions were stripped away.
Marcia was always nervous when Anetra agreed to unregulated fights. She understood why - to some extent at least. The prize money for the underground fights was a lot higher, more than enough to cover their monthly expenses with just one or two wins. She didn’t understand the adrenaline rush quite as much. After all, it wasn’t exciting for Marcia, it was just scary. Without rules, all sportsmanlike conduct flew out the window. As well as all legality. As if the fear of Anetra getting beaten to a pulp wasn’t enough, they had to worry about police raids too.
Marcia didn’t know what sort of bad luck was in the air that day, but one of the opponents had lost a few fights to Anetra before and wanted vengeance. And Anetra was a good fighter, she could hold her own against the best of them, but not when brass knuckles entered the picture. And at some point between Anetra going down and Marcia desperately shoving her way through the crowd to reach her girlfriend, the cops descended to arrest everyone involved in the fighting ring.
Which was how Marcia found herself here, nervously waiting for Anetra to be released. Marcia hadn’t been held long when it became clear that she wasn’t betting or fighting. Anetra, on the other hand, had been in the ring when the police raid happened, so despite Marcia’s pleas to let Anetra out so she could get medical attention, Marcia had been waiting nearly 6 hours for her girlfriend to be released.
She jolted out of her thoughts when she heard the buzzer that announced the door opening, looking up to see a familiar mop of dyed blonde hair. She ignored the cop's gripes of protest as she barreled past them all to throw her arms around her girlfriend, burying her face in the crook of her neck, the tears finally spilling over, the emotions of the day all hitting her at once.
As soon as the cop closest had unlocked the cuffs, Anetras strong arms wrapped back around her girlfriend. As shaken as the girl was by the whole situation, her gut instinct was to play the strong one, to be brave so Marcia wouldn’t have to be.
“C’mon, angel. They said I’m free to go home. And I really want to go to bed…” She sighed, placing a small kiss on Marcia’s hair, heart breaking slightly at how much her girlfriend was shaking in her arms.
“I thought… I thought they were gonna keep you. I thought I wasn’t gonna get to see you again… They won’t take you away from me ever again. I won't let them” Her voice was muffled since she refused to move her face from where it was buried in Anetra’s neck.
“I know, my love. I know. I’m here now. I’m safe…”
Marcia finally looked up at that, eyes red and puffy “No you aren’t. You’re hurt and they took you away before I could check on you. Your face is all sliced up and none of it has been cleaned, plus you went down so hard, you might have a concussion…” She sniffled, hand reaching up to brush ever so gently at the injuries decorating her girlfriend's face, frown deepening at the soft hiss Anetra involuntarily let out.
“Marsh, I’m fine, I promise. Just some cuts. You can clean them for me when we get home, okay? Whats another 15 minutes? Plus, I'm exhausted, I just want to nap for a bit, this has all been incredibly draining.”
Marcia’s frown only deepened at that and her grip around Anetra tightened “I am getting you all cleaned and bandaged the second we get home. But no sleeping yet. You need to keep your eyes open a little longer. You know how risky concussions are babe. I’ve given you a million lectures on this…”
Anetra rolled her eyes but a small fond smile on her lips revealed that she wasn’t actually annoyed “Okay, okay. You’re the boss, babe. Let’s go…”