Sometimes contrast could be a good thing. You know, like an 'opposites attract' kind of thing.

In Bolin and Eska's case, contrast was the only word people could find to describe them. Bolin was a bubbly, big, soft, caring guy. While Eska was often described as: cold, emotionless, and intimidating. Nothing about their personalities made sense that they were together.

Neither of the two had cared. They fell for who they fell for. Even though it had taken Bolin a little longer for his feeling to progress past just finding her attractive, they fell for each other. And they fell hard.

"So does it ever bother you?" Bolin asked his girlfriend of 4 years as the pair were lounging on the couch in the apartment they shared.

"Does what bother me?"

"You know, the looks we get sometimes."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She turned to face him completely and rested her elbow on the backrest.

"Yeah! Because I'm always smiling and I was a mover star and you're always…you're…you were a princess."

She chuckled at his attempt to not hurt her feelings. "Because I never smile and I'm so bitter and we look so different?"

"Yeah that's a better way to put it! Wait- no. I wouldn't say bitter. And you smile sometimes…"

"You're the only person who can make me smile."

"Is that right?" He scooted closer to her and touched his forehead to hers, mirroring her position.

"Think about it. In all the time you've known me, I've only smiled when I'm alone with you."

"Okay, then. Let's see a smile." He pulled his head back so he could see her whole face.

"I have no reason to." She fought to keep a straight face in front of her lover that she was trying to prove wrong.

"No way. I'm right in front of you. I'm a reason to smile! I can see you trying not to."

"Am not."

"Yes you are."

"Am not."

"Fine." He leaned in to give her a kiss that wasn't intended to last long, but as soon as he tasted her lips, he couldn't stop himself. He grabbed her bottom lip between his and began to suck on it. He put his hands around her small form one pushing her closer on her upper back and one fighting not to go any father down on her lower back. She started to kiss him back and tangled her hands in his chocolate brown hair that she loved. At some point, she began to smile and right when she did, Bolin pulled back.

"You did it! You were smiling."

"I was not."

"Are you kidding me? I'm going to have to do that again just to see one smile?"

"Not my problem."

((okay so sorry this is so short. This is probably how the rest of my one-shots for Boleska week will be. I feel like I deviated a little from the prompt, but you can still see the contrast between the two very clearly. Hope you enjoyed!))