Arms full of empty gas tanks, [Name] was in no particular hurry to get them filled; it was a slow day inside the wall and the Recon team had just come to replenish their dwindling stocks from a rousing few weeks of fighting Titans and, as always, making zero progress in furthering their understanding of their both their biological and pathological functions.
The [h/c]-haired cadet whistled to herself as she made her way to the pump station just inside when she waltzed passed an open door. She casually glances inside and continues on her way, though something catches her eye. Something tan and muscled. Someone's scarred, muscled back. That was muscled to the point where it wasn't horribly nasty, but fairly attractive.
She backed up and stood in the doorway just watching, their back faced [Name] and she simply stared with a small dribble of drool collecting on her lip. The person was winding medical cloth around their torso, clotting up a wound they might have contracted from battle.
When their head rose, they placed the end of the bandage between their teeth to try and pull it tighter while their hands were busy working at dabbing the blood that seeped through. They turned, their eyes finding [Name]'s as she hung out awkwardly in the hall with an armful of gas tanks.
It was Lance Corporal Rivaille. Her superior.
All color drained from her expression and she wanted to start crying. It was horrifying enough that she was just drooling over this man's exquisite physique just seconds previous, but now it's even worse because she was hopelessly in love with this man. And now he caught her staring at him while he was exposing his well-chiseled upper half.
Almost guiltily, her gaze dropped - only to find his abdominals; which were excellent, too.
"I-I'm s-s-s-so sorry, C-Corporal I didn't mean--"
"Come here, Cadet."
His words bit her, sharp and direct. [Name] wasn't exactly sure how to react; it took those two words a few seconds to settle in before she felt her legs walk themselves closer and into the room. A light pink dusted her cheeks as she could practically feel the heat radiating off of Rivaille.
"I need help tying my bandages, is all."
"Y-yes, sir."
[Name] was quick to discard the tanks on the ground and shot over to assist her superior. He lifted his arms above his head and folded them behind his head, dark gaze elsewhere though would sometimes find themselves on her expression - they way she would poke her tongue out of her lips just a little bit while she was in concentration.
A sharp tug and Corporal Rivaille winced.
"Careful."
He hissed. A cold sweat broke out on the back of [Name]'s neck and she bit her lip out a nervous habit, apologizing under her breath in a hurried tone. Rivaille is quick to dismiss her and tells her hurry up; that his arms were getting tired. The young Cadet tucked in the bandage and gave it a quick tug, making sure it wouldn't come loose.
"Th-there..."
She mumbled, lifting her gaze to meet his; her breath caught in her throat. Those dark eyes stared back at her, her eyes fluttered down to his mouth then back up. In a bold attempt, her hands lifted and slid over her superior's shoulders and her mouth drew nearer to his own. Since he was shorter, [Name] bent down just a little bit for their lips to meet.
Rivaille's eyes shot open in blind rage, bewilderment, and surprise. His first instinct was to struggle away from her, but the tenderness of her kiss kept his body planted firmly in place. And then, with a great deal of surprise from [Name], he melted into her kiss and shut his eyes.
When her lashes fluttered open, she caught Rivailles' relaxed expression; how tenderly his eyes were shut and how his hands were practically floating in a cupped position at her waist. God, it was so damn cute. She had to pull herself away to regain her composure, face beet red - a small stream of blood escaped her nose.
"S-so cute..."
The Lance Corporal regained his stoney expression and stared, with his brows drawn tight. A slight sneer to his voice he said:
"Did I tell you that you could stop, Cadet?"
