Reintober
Day 1: Caught
It was late in the evening, the lights dim in the training room where you and Reinhardt had been sparring. The cool night air seeped in from a cracked window, making the sweat on your skin feel cold as you slowed your breathing. Reinhardt, ever the gentleman despite his towering presence, handed you a towel with a soft smile.
"Well fought, my friend," he rumbled, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the chill in the air.
You wiped your forehead, the adrenaline still coursing through you from the sparring session. "Thanks," you replied, your voice a little breathless. "But I think you went easy on me."
He chuckled warmly, his silver hair falling slightly into his face as he leaned down to look at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Perhaps a little," he admitted, his gaze lingering on yours just a bit longer than usual.
There had always been something between the two of you—an unspoken connection that simmered beneath the surface. And tonight, it felt especially potent, like the tension had built to a point where it was impossible to ignore.
You stepped a little closer, your heart racing. "Well, maybe next time, you won't hold back," you teased, your voice quieter now, intimate.
Reinhardt's smile softened, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as if testing the waters. His massive hand lingered near your cheek, the warmth of his palm making you lean into it slightly. "Next time," he whispered, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly tone, "I won't."
The space between you seemed to disappear as you looked up at him, your breath catching in your throat. He was so close now, his scent—a mix of leather, metal, and something uniquely him—filling your senses.
Before you knew it, your lips were on his, a bold move that surprised even you. But Reinhardt didn’t pull away. Instead, his strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. It was soft at first, tender, but it quickly grew more passionate as years of unspoken feelings rushed to the surface.
His hands were gentle despite his strength, one cradling the back of your head, the other resting on your lower back as he kissed you like he had been waiting for this moment forever. You felt like you were melting into him, the world around you fading away as your heart pounded in your chest.
But the sound of the door creaking open shattered the moment.
"Reinhardt?" came a voice from the hallway, breaking the silence.
You both pulled away quickly, your heart racing for an entirely different reason now. The blush on your face was impossible to hide as you looked up at Reinhardt, who gave a sheepish chuckle, clearly unbothered by being caught. He winked at you, squeezing your hand reassuringly before turning toward the door.
"Ah, Brigitte!" Reinhardt boomed, his voice a little too loud as if to cover up the tension in the air. "We were just... finishing up some training."
Brigitte stood there, arms crossed, a knowing smile on her face. "Is that what you call it now?"
You couldn't help but laugh under your breath, the moment broken but not lost. You shared a glance with Reinhardt, and in his eyes, you saw a promise—that this was only the beginning.
