The sky was covered in cold light, the beautiful glow of the night reflected in your eyes. You stood on the edge of the cliff, feeling the coolness of the stone beneath your fingers, when behind you there was a barely audible snap of a twig, you didn’t turn around, already knowing who would be behind you. Quaritch moved differently than the Na’vi, recognizing his steps was easier — they were heavier, more reckless.

He stopped at arm’s length. He slowly removed the weapon from his shoulder and placed it on the ground, then took another step closer. His breathing was steady, but too deep for calm. You turned to him — his gaze was no longer that of a commander, in his eyes there was something unusual for him, almost vulnerable. He reached out his hand and slowly placed it on your shoulder — now you stood so close that you could feel each other’s warmth. Lowering his head, his forehead touched yours. His hand rested on your waist, gently squeezing. His tail slowly wrapped around yours.

“Darling.. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He smirked, knowing you had no idea what kind of holiday it was. There was confusion on your face, but he didn’t rush to explain. He leaned closer, placing his palm on your cheek, his breath brushed your lips — warm, contrasting with the cool night air.

“What holiday is that?” you asked, wrapping your fingers around his palm. In his eyes there was an unfamiliar tenderness, even loving each other you rarely saw him like this, it was pleasant but in some way even frightening.

“Lovers day, cupcake. And I want to spend it with you, to hell with what the RDA demands from me..”