Quiet
It wasn't what Zemirah expected. She was a chatterbox, she knew. So she was sometimes surprised when she found herself rendered all but silent when she and Kaldur were together. She didn't find many words when they got that way. She found herself enjoying the quiet in a way she never could before. With him, the quiet was beautiful.
Listen
The sound of his voice was warm and gentle, and she often found herself lost in its depth. She could listen to his voice indefinitely. Sometimes, he would complain (usually half-heartedly) about the trouble he found himself on while on the surface. Others, he would tell her stories; either those read from books, or tales from his childhood.
Food
She was surprised he knew how do use a stove, for all his uselessness with a microwave. He had picked up the knowledge from M'gann and Caroline, having watched them cook for the small army that lived in the cave. He preferred savory foods, the way the smells and flavors intermingled. Watching him cook was like watching him paint. Adding different colors to a creation. Unlike his paintings, his culinary attempts didn't always turn out quite right. When that happened she'd always praise him for trying.
Learning
She was unsurprised at his desire to learn. His range of reading material was a testament of his unspoken thirst for knowledge. He would always ask questions. How? Why? When? What? Where? And she found herself talking as though she were speaking to a child who had yet to experience the world. When that happened she found herself smiling. He did not understand the entire world. His first 'world' was a kingdom and the heart of the ocean. And his desire to learn of the world above it, is why he was even at her side.
Technology
It was always funny to watch him fiddle with the smart phone he'd been given, or her tablet when she loaned it to him. He would always wind up accidentally recording or taking pictures of something. Otherwise she found him laughing quietly at a YouTube video making fun of a song he'd recently heard. It was always strange to remember he did not have access to such things in Atlantis. And she found herself happy that she could share them with him.
Move
Kaldur was absolutely fascinated by Zemirah. The way she talked, the way she looked... But especially the way she moved. The way her hips swayed when she walked, how her hands moved animatedly when she spoke, how her feet stepped just so when she danced. She was breathtaking. He found himself almost hypnotized during training sessions when she sparred. Her hand-to-hand combat was slightly sub-par at best, but there was a certain grace to her movements as she blocked and kicked her opponent. Even when she fell, defeated, there was a measure of elegance to it. And when she stepped ever closer, closer he found he was incapable of looking away. Her feet, legs, hips, hands, arms, shoulders, even the way her face was set in a curious gaze kept him static. Frozen in awe.
"Kaldur... What are you staring at?" She said, a faint flush of red dusting her cheeks.
For a split second, Kaldur was still. Both in wonder of her beauty and in shame of being caught. Then he found his courage, leaned in and spoke:
"The most amazing being I have ever laid eyes upon," he said, voice just above a whisper.
Before pulling completely away he kissed her cheek, earning a few encouraging stares from onlookers. The red on her face deepened and she turned away, walking out of the training room. Her walk was somewhat stiff, only because she held her upper body rigidly; her left hand grasping her right wrist in what he knew was an embarrassed gesture.
He found himself wanting to know what every move meant. Every last one.