Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid/Traffic Report

We left the station just as the sun started setting. Feeling a confusing mixture of excited (for spending some time alone with Kobra) and a little nervous (for my first scouting mission), I walked a bit ahead of Kobra as he lingered to lock up. Once I was a good 2 or 3 yards ahead, I stopped to give myself a bit of a pep talk.

Alright, Jet, I know he's hot, I stop for a moment and giggle at my own candid observation while glancing back at the Kobra Kid. it was only meant to be a peek, but I soon got caught up in the way the fading sunlight glinted off his golden brown locks, and how his strong, chiseled features remained impassive behind the black sunglasses that only just hinted at the compassionate hazel eyes they shielded. I shook my head, shocked at how long I let my thoughts run away from me.

This is exactly the kind of thing that can't happen on the mission. You've had a crush on him for the longest time, and the prospect of spending time alone with him is exciting, but you need to stay focused. Remember, this is a mission. Your very first mission. And if you screw it up, you'll remain the pathetic medic forever. That will never impress the Kobra Kid. Besides, he'll definitely think you're creepy if you stare at him the whole time. So stay cool.

I look back to gauge how much time I have left before he's ready. Turns out, none, as right now he's making fast, long-legged strides towards me. Stopping beside me with a little bounce, he adjusts his helmet on his hip and nods.

"You ready?"

Suddenly overwhelmed by his sheer perfection, I can only manage a little nod in response. Apparently, that's a good enough answer, and we start across the sandy expanse. After about 15 awkward, silent minutes along Route Guano, I clear my throat nervously.

"A pretty night, isn't it," I squeak, gesturing to the last rays of sunlight bouncing off the desert, turning the earth golden as if the blood red sun had Midas' touch.

That was so lame, I mentally slap myself, why are you such a dork?

"...Yeah," comes the awkward reply.

He hates you.

"Um, listen," Kobra starts.

"Yeah?" I question eagerly.

He looks a bit startled by my readiness and freezes. I inwardly groan at my behavior. Regaining his composure, he starts again.

"Um, I kinda wanted to talk to you about something, kinda," he looks at me for approval, and I nod this time. "Well, um," he clears his throat again, "well, for the longest time, uh, I've kinda had these, uh, sorta feelings, kinda? I mean, for you?" he looks at me for confirmation, and I'm so shocked my face goes blank. Inwardly, however, I'm FLIPPING OUT! He becomes a touch startled by what I guess is my shocked expression that he rushes on, trying to recover.

"And I don't want things to be awkward, or anything, if they aren't returned, or anything, so-"

I finally collect myself long enough to interrupt his ridiculously adorable tangent with a kiss on the cheek.

"You're cute when you're nervous," I giggle, suddenly brimming over with confidence.

He freezes for a minute and I worry I came on too strong, but his face soon lights up in a heart melting grin as he turns to me.

Notes

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