Dance (AU)
It's hard to sum it up without sounding like a pervert.
She's got a strange kind of beauty. And, no, he doesn't mean her chest, or the almost sinful miniskirt. Although, the miniskirt does help.
Wait, start again. It's the legs. Actually, that doesn't sound any better at all. Fighting style, then? Let's go with that.
Her fighting is almost like dancing. Passionate, graceful, and involved, just like her. Of course, then there was that guy who said that dancing is just a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire, so, it's still a little pervy, but it's the best he can do, really. But, there's something beautiful (and just the tiniest bit erotic) about watching her naked legs dance effortlessly between the face of one drunken pervert and the next. He almost wants to see her at the beach, running across the sand and framed by sunlight, half an ice-cream dripping from the cone and dripping onto her toes. Wait, that sounds pervy, too.
Just, y'know, give up. Just as you can never truly capture light in a portrait, he can never really turn her beauty into words. He's seen warriors who can blow the world away, but there's something about the way she moves that he has to see to believe. It makes him all the more determined to see it again.