I saw a drawing of these two, and Jean was counting Marco's freckles, and this small little one shot kind of just happened.
I don't plan on continuing it, but meh, maybe I'll post some more AoT/SnK oneshots here. Is that okay?
Okay.
Okay.
Enjoy.
by Reebuh
(Just a cuddling chapter.)
"Marco?" Jean muttered, flipping over to see his friend open his eyes wearily. Marco groaned, shifting. It had been a long night, and the two had just passed out on the floor after an intense movie marathon.
"What is it, Jean?" Marco whispered back, rubbing his eyes. The dark haired boy shifted under his blankets to face Jean, his eyes half-shut.
"I can't sleep." Jean paused, and groaned quietly, looking to Marco. His face looked peaceful, and every so often there'd be a twinge or a twitch of his eyebrows. Completely relaxed, and buried in his blanket as he snored, Marco had fallen asleep. Jean sighed, watching him for a moment.
Then he started to count Marco's freckles. One by one, cheek by cheek. He got a bit closer, to make sure he'd got each of them, continuing his count until he was done with his face. He noticed a little trail of freckles going down his neck, down to Marco's shoulders. Not quite thinking about any of his actions, Jean drew closer, thankful that Marco was wearing a tank top, so he'd be able to have a better look at his freckles. He began to count the freckles on Marco's neck. One hundred forty-seven... One hundred forty-eight... One-hundred forty-nine.. One fifit-
Jean nearly had a heart attack when Marco's arms moved, capturing him in a surprisingly strong embrace. Marco moved closer, shuffling under the blankets and pulling himself over towards a very embarrassed Jean. Marco was pressed against Jean now, and had managed to snuggle Jean even closer, pressing the obnoxious boy into his chest. Jean was blinking, trying to figure out just what the hell just happened. He was a bit pissed, as he had lost count.
As he drew in a deep breath, about to wake up Marco and tell him to get off, Jean just sighed, relaxing. This was kind of comfortable, and warm. He could feel his eyes drooping, and his arms slipping around the other boy.
"Good night, Jean." Marco murmured sleepily, planting a kiss on the top of Jean's head.
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