Hello~ This is the first installation in my 30 day challenge. This is not connected to my other LoK fanfic in anyway. I just love Kuvira and Baatar together, they're so cute.
The airship cut through the sky effortlessly. No turbulence was felt by the passengers for miles on end. Deep into the ship's mess hall turbulence was the least of his worries. Baatar sat at a table across from Kuvira as the two began eating their lunch. The metal of the table gleamed as light reflected off of it. Their chairs along with the panels of the wall were all made out of metal. Her hair was pulled back into braid that flowed down her back. The smaller tendrils of her hair framed her face elegantly. Even in her tank top and loose fitting pants she still managed to steal his breath away. He was dressed in fashion similar to her.
The day had gone according to plan for the young engineer. He had spent hours trying to formulate the perfect date. It was hard for him to find time when they were both available. Not to mention her, (their), nasty habit of overworking themselves. He figured the only way for them to have a date would be to incorporate it into their daily lives.
At the break of dawn the two had gotten up and began their workout. As the two lifted weights she would make small remarks and add on extra reps for him. The other soldiers shot him looks of pity when they felt Kuvira wasn't watching. To him this was nothing new or unbearable. He had grown accustomed to her actions. If she added on more it meant she knew he could do it. It was a compliment coming from her. Even as the bar grew heavier and sweat rolled down his forehead he could feel his chest swelling with pride. Baatar could tell by her taunts that she was in a good mood this morning and he prayed that nothing would ruin it.
The two had only recently begun dating and he already wanted to know everything about her. Being around her he became calm yet at the same time he could feel his heart rate accelerate. The non-bender never wanted their time together to end but when it did he let out a sign of relief. He wanted her to open up to him just as he did. He knew that task would be a daunting one. Even in all of their years of living in Zaofu she hardly ever let her mask slip. The only time he could recall her on the brink of tears was at a dance recital his mother held. It wasn't just the emotional intimacy he craved from her it was the physical as well. The two rarely touched. If they did it was her gloved hand brushing across his while they worked. He knew if he pushed too far and tried to force his way in she would shut him out. If she did she might never let him back in. The thought of it all made his noodles taste sour in his mouth. The leader must have noticed his expression change.
"Is something wrong?" She asked setting her chopsticks down into her bowl.
"It's nothing, I was just thinking," he replied pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind.
Kuvira raised one eyebrow sensing his lie. "There's no shame in losing. I'm just in better shape," she said slipping in her snide remark as she took another bite.
Baatar felt himself blush a bit as his face twisted in bewilderment. Was she referring to their run this morning? She must have been. The two had taken turns timing each other on sprints. And every now and again they raced one another. Had she been keeping track of how many times she had beaten him? His expression fell flat. Everything was a challenge for Kuvira. If there was a chance to test her skill she rose to the occasion. More often than not she proved she was more than just qualified.
He could tell by her smirk that she was baiting him. Baatar replaced his flat expression with a grin. A few weeks ago what she said would have been true. But he had made miraculous progress over time. He could now bench pressed his own weight and then some.
"You're still in better shape than me? I'd say we're not too far from equals." he replied raising an eyebrow.
She set down her chopsticks and emerald green eyes locked with olive. Her face never faltered.
"You have made a lot of progress…" She said allowing her eyes to roam over his body. Her gaze rested on his arms briefly before moving on. "Maybe I'm not giving you enough credit." she said slyly as she looked him over once more. "My apologies," she finishes before placing her hand over top of his on the table.
Baatar's face was beet red at this point. No matter how hard he tried to remain composed he just couldn't. Not with the way she was looking at him. Not with what she was saying. Her smirk with those enticing green eyes, it was just too much for him. But he had to say something back. If he replied back with a similar comment would she be offended? He attempted to push his embarrassment aside. His attempt was feeble at best. The more he tried to suppress it the flusher he became. Baatar kept willing his mind to say something to her anything. All he could do was babble in reply.
"I was only teasing," she said her smile never fading. With that she slipped her fingers between his.
He knew deep down that was the real lie. He didn't protest though, instead he pulled her hand in closer to his as the two finished their
meal.
Tell me what you liked, what you didn't constructive criticism is always welcome. ~bye