Zara walked with him back out of the temporary home they had found for the night. She could tell it had once been very beautiful in it's day, before the bombs sent it into rubble. The garden lay outs, the paths, even some of the detail in the concrete was pretty. She'd love to find a place and work towards restoring it's beauty. Would he ever settle down and work on making a home beautiful? She didn't think so. He seemed like the kind who liked always being on the road and moving. Tonight, for instance, they could have just relaxed and rested but he had more lessons to teach her. 

With an audible sigh, she looked over at him setting up the cans. He figured she could hit these? She couldn't hit a mole rat four times it's size. Oh well, he wasn't expecting perfection. He knew how inexperienced she was. "Alright, got it. Like this?" She asked him as she tried to mimic his stance. After a few adjustments, she figured she had it straight. She thought she had him mimicked quite sufficiently. Apparently not because his chest was against his back.

Anything he said after the first inhale of his natural scent just fell on deaf ears. Her breath hitched in her chest and butterflies sprung up in her stomach. Her lips curled up into an uncontrolled and unaware smile. He was standing so close, she could feel his breath on her neck. She could feel the heat of his body seeping in her clothing and mixing with her own. Why? Why did he have to stand this close? Instinctively, she leaned back a little into him and turned her gaze upon his face. The way the setting sun sent different shades of colour over his features. His eyes were so blue, they almost seemed unreal in his head. The shape of his lips, oh.. those lips. Were they as soft as they appeared, or were they rough and chapped? 

Heart racing, she tilted her head slightly upwards which closed the gap between them. Her lips found his and for the first time in her life, she was kissing a man she had wanted to kiss.