Breathtaking;
The workouts were getting harder, fighting each other was getting more complicated. It was a full-fledged a challenge.
When you spend a lot of time with one person or several people in battles, everything related to this person (their weaknesses and their strengths) became part of your own being and your instincts. However it was mutual. Since to coordinate on the battlefield involved knowing each of your teammates' instincts. That's why melee combat training was so hard.
Everyone knew it.
That's why he should have refused when Rachel asked "casually" to join his solo training.
But he did not.
And now, here they were, hand-on-hand combat.
Rachel throwing punches, he dodging them hurriedly, surprised by Rachel's effusiveness at the start of the fight.
She wore a funny smile. Her hair in a half bun, pulling out the stand coser to her facen letting only a curl fall over her face. Her blue eyes had a mischievous spark that accompanied her smile.
It was a sight, truly, breathtaking.
And he was strucked.
He got out of the trance when she raised her leg to choose to attack him now with a spinning kick that literally kicked him back to reality.
He fell back, but gained momentum and stood up again.
Now it was his time to show off.
With a small smile he raised his foot and kicked him right in the shoulder.
However, Rachel barely moved. The only change in her body or expression was that she raised her eyebrow. That made Gar's little smile increase.
Rachel jumped back to kick his chest again. He stumbled back and she took advantage of the situation to want to throw him to the ground, with a simple acrobatics that kicked him under the chin.
Gar's response, instead of backing away, was to advance by throwing blows left and right. She started defending herself, while struggling to hide her surprised expression that furrowed her face.
When they were taking a breath, Gar drew a broad smile on his face. Rachel imitated him and then attacked him again.
The shapeshifter kicked her on the side and then, he felt as she shivered and turner around.
The girl crouched in pain and worry kicked in Gar as he came close to her quickly.
His hand was placed gently on the curve of her waist, just where he had hit her. His other hand on her shoulder, close to her neck. Rachel straightened a little and suddenly, Gar was struck by the feeling of her proximity. Her back against his chest and one of his hands practically hugging her by the waist and the other near her neck. Her hair tickled the side of his face and when she looked over his shoulder, Gar stopped breathing.
Literally.
Her light blue eyes connected with his, crystal blue framed by black eyelashes. Her skin looked whiter than normal in contrast to the red gem on her forehead, her heart, and her pink lips. Oh.
The desire to kiss her hit him hard. That desire was not uncommon, he was already quite familiar with him because being honest, Gar thought about kissing her.
Many times.
When after a night in front of the computer with Dick, investigating something, Rachel in the morning brought them coffee, then he wanted to kiss her. When they watched movies sitting on the floor of his room, then he wanted to kiss her. And above all he wanted to kiss her when they were teasing each other because (maybe it was their inexperience with girls) it looked too much like flirting and it didn't help that everyone around them except Dick and Conner thought it too.
But that desire seemed a necessity beyond the physical.
Suddenly she drew a smile and elbowed him in the ribs to get him away, then took him by the arm and pulled him over his shoulder, straight to the ground.
And to top it off she crouched over him, knee over his abdomen and his arm between her hands, her face over his.
"Gottcha"
A laugh bubbled from Rachel's chest and Gar was sure he had a stunned expression on his face because he had really lost the north and now he didn't know what was happening.
His mind still very focused on her lips.
She released him and lay beside him, still laughing.
Yeah, she was totally breathtaking.