Just a few things before we continue....

1. This was written because Meg-neesan thought Bridge/Hunter would be cute when she was doing a meme. It's all her fault.
2. I was watching the Cubs vs Huston last night so I was distracted while writing. If It makes no sense that's why.
3. I have NO clue why Bridge was in the past and no idea how these two met. Maybe Bridge just has a thing for hot ninja's?

Now then...on to the story. It's rated 'G' and is pure crack.

It had to be the smile, Hunter was a sucker for those dimples. What other reason was there for him to go weak in the knees when Bridge was nearby? It took extra effort to concentrate, to remain focused and not loose control. To not go all tongue tied anytime their eyes met.

He was was working on his bike, changing the oil and trying to fix a loose brake. Bridge was sitting nearby firing rapid fire questions and distracting Hunter who was trying desperately to focus when all he wanted to do was busy Bridge's mouth with something other than talking. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly he took a deep breath and tried to steady his racing pulse.

The clatter of tools being pushed aside and Bridge's footsteps growing louder indicated that the brunette was coming closer. When Bridge's knee bumped Hunter's the electric tingle was enough to cause him to drop the wrench he'd been holding to the concrete ground with a loud clang. Grumbling under his breath Hunter pushed himself up from his reclined position under his bike and wound up smacking his forehead against the frame with a solid thunk.

"Ow," rubbing his forehead he bit down on the inside of his cheek and pouted like a child.

Concern filled his eyes as Bridge leaned froward to inspect the injury, long fingers brushing over a red goosebump already forming. Pursing his lips he made a face and muttered about concussions and that maybe Hunter should wear a helmet while doing repairs but then that would just look silly. Hunter put a hand on Bridge's shoulder in an attempt to stop the rambles and Bridge just smiled, leaned in, and gave the goosebump a small kiss. His task completed Bridge stood and wander off to find something tinker with, whistling the entire time, gloved hands clasped behind his head.

Hunter was left behind to stare at Bridge's retreating form in a daze the result of the to short contact between them. Yeah it had to be the smile. He was hooked, maybe it was time to start looking into a twelve step program. Did they even have Bridgeaholics Anonymous? Giving his head a shake Hunter lay back under his bike and tried to get back to work.