If she was being honest she stopped paying attention the second his voice shifted to that specific tone of discipline she didnāt care for. She busied herself, looking past him instead of at him and futzed with her hair, her clothes, the straps and belts at her waist, anything to make time move slightly faster. She only just barely noticed his lips stop moving as he grimaced down at her.
āDo I make myself clear, Knight?ā He asked, putting down his laser rifle onto the metal work table she was still leaning back against.
She straightened herself, standing properly as she set her wrench down next to his rifle as well. āCrystal,ā she answered despite not having listened to a single word.
His frown deepened as his brows furrowed tighter, already knowing his words had been lost on her. He sighed heavily, and shifted his weight in his power armour, āJust clean up after yourself, alright?ā
Is that really all this is about? She had just finished a project when heād shown up out of the blue, of course her things were strewn about across a few tables, it wasnāt a big deal, and certainly not worth the lecture he had given her. She was annoyed, paladin asshole on his high horse like he enjoyed talking down to her. She didnāt care for being scolded like a child to clean up her toys, being told to do something right as you were about to do it yourself just rubbed her the wrong way. Actually, his voice rubbed her the wrong way, his face rubbed her the wrong wayā¦
āYes, sir,ā she obediently answered with a flash of a steely look of her own before her expression quickly shifted to that of amicable cooperation. āCould you do me a favour first though?ā She pointed to his helmet still tucked under his arm, which he rarely wore. āCould you put that on for a second? I just want to check something.ā
He quirked at eyebrow at her but acquiesced to her demand, more intrigued by what had caught her attention than maintaining his somewhat exaggerated annoyance with her work area. He clicked the helmet into place and his voice filtered through the comms system, āIs something amiss?ā He asked, unsure of what it could be since he hadnāt noticed anything himself.
She looked at him quizzically, but the corners of her lips were inched up just enough for it to almost look mischievous which made him nervous. Then, she grabbed hold of one of the handles on the chest plate of his armour and tugged him down towards her, closer to her height as she continued to inspect his helmet. āLet me seeā¦ā
He shouldnāt have been so easily tugged down, and yet he found himself hunched over in front of her, their faces only a few inches apart as she stared at the glass area that gave him view into the outside. The tug into her personal space and the proximity to her despite the barrier of the helmet caught him entirely off guard. He found himself staring at her blue eyes as they scanned his helmet, lost in them. It felt like she was staring directly into his eyes, uncovering his secrets and breaking down his walls even if he knew she couldnāt see his face at all. He could feel his cheeks quickly start to warm up, but before he could protest or ask again what was wrong she caught him off guard yet again.
Without looking away, she popped the cap off her lipstick that she pulled from a pouch on her hip, keeping him locked in her gaze. Then she leaned in even closer and started applying it to her bottom lip using the reflective glass of his helmet as a makeshift mirror. Except it wasnāt a mirror, or rather it was a two way mirror and he had a front row seat to her pursed and parted lips, long eyelashes, and sultry expression looking up at him only inches from his face. She ran the red colour back and forth over her bottom lip and then repeated it again on the top. It had surprised him so much so that he had frozen silent to the spot, enraptured by her until she was finished. Once she was done she gently smacked her lips together and grinned knowingly directly at him, like she really could see his eyes behind the glass.
āPerfect,ā she said with a wink and then tapped the chest of his power armor before she swung her hair over her shoulder and started to walk away.
Once he regained some semblance of coherent thought, he could tell his face had turned completely red, and after a second two longer he regained enough composure to straighten himself and call out after her, āW-Walker!ā He stuttered unintentionally and cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment.
She simply waved at him, not bothering to turn to answer him. āIāll clean it up later,ā she said non-chalantly as she rounded the corner out of the engineering bay before he could scold her any further.
This disobedient initiate of his was going to be the death of him.
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