The Mistress of the Fire Lord

Chapter 05 - Back To The Training Grounds

I spent most of my new days trying to be the best companion I could. I saw that he was somewhat authoritative and energetic, but he also knew when to be kind and wise. I secretly hoped he were an asshole, so it could kill my weird crush, but my feelings just seemed to grow stronger, and I felt as if I were drowning for having to hide my desires. Holding my feelings were a little harder when he started taking me with him to the training grounds.

-- You have to know how to defend yourself -- he said on the occasion. 

I literally couldn't refuse, it was not an option. I would rather just sit and watch, appreciating the view - it was really sexy seeing him training, all the wildness mixed with self control made my heart pump faster - however, I had no choice but train. 

Needless to say, it was a disaster. I was a good bender, with great control. My practice from the mist from the tea made me able to remove the water from the moist of the air, for instance, but I was not good in combat. It was even a little bit embarrassing when he tried to teach me swordfighting. He was really good at it, while I was mostly scared of the sword. Justice be done, I was OK at throwing knives, though.

One night we were duelling before dinner - and I could see he was clearly going easy on me - when I was hit by a kick on my chest and fell to the floor. The water I was bending splashed all over me and I kept there, feeling humiliated. He then extended his hand to me, with a gentle face. I reached for his hand to get up, and suddenly his expression had grown cold. I didn't understand what I had done wrong.

When I got up, he just turned his back and said in a flat voice:

-- We have to go. It's dinner time.

I could see him flexing the hand that had just touched mine. Was it sexual tension or disdain? I didn't know, and most of me didn't want to find out. I bended the water out of myself and rushed to go after him, still feeling the heat of his hand on mine.