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Chapter 1: Happy Ending
He brushes the golden locks out of her face. Gently as not to wake her up. He scoots closer to her sleeping form, inhaling her sweet scent as he nears her. She is so soft, so peaceful, so pure, he contents himself to just watch her, to guard her, to savour her presence. He doesn't want her to go. Not that she would leave him, but he is afraid that one day, she would be taken away from him. The mere thought of her being torn away from him crashes his heart, that it starts to beat fast. His heart, pounding in his ears... Thump! Thump! Thump!
His mind races, his heart aching in worry, over and over again. His heart trembles, his hands trembles as he wraps his arms protectively around her sleeping form. Damn! Not again, not again, NOT AGAIN!
"Eren..."
He hears her saying his name.
"Sorry," he mutters "Did... Did I wake you?"
She doesn't answer him, instead, she places a thumb at his cheek and begins to rub something away. Tears.
"Its alright..." She whispers softly. "I'm here... "
He breaks. Anxiety getting the better of him again. He clings to her words reciting it in his head over and over again until a sense of relief and warmth is felt in his aching heart. His mind races, dont ever leave me Annie... Dont leave me.
She wraps her arms protectively around him, his head closer to her chest, hearing her heartbeat at irregular intervals, so much unlike humans. She is indeed like him, a monster that humanity have shunned. He felt so relieved to meet someone like her, someone so much like him. In this world that have been cruel to him, she was his guiding light.
And so... He clung to her very words that night and just like every other nights before.
"I'm here Eren, and always will be."
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He wakes up to the scent of fresh flowers in the room. She always rises up before him, and he would always find her by their little garden, either planting or watering, but today, he sees her standing idly watching the flowers of her garden bloom by spring time. The dampness of the morning grass by his feet and the mist that hung lightly in the air makes him want to stare and capture the memory forever. Imprint and embed on his mind, his fragile mind with thousands of haunting memories.
Shaking his worries off his head, he walks towards her and pulls her back against him. He wraps his arm around her, caressing her abdomen. She leans back and rests her head on his shoulder. He leans more, pressing a deep kiss on the extension of her exposed neck. "Good morning, love"
She replies in a soft moan, and looks back, her clear blue eyes looking directly at his teal green ones. "Aren't they beautiful?"
"Yeah..." He answers "They are..."
She turns and looks at him. Her arms now encircling his neck. She is a bit petite than most women, but she is proportionately sculpted. He loves how her skin would wrap around her well toned muscles: very pale, very soft. She is a rare beauty, ice blonde hair and clear blue eyes. She is the very ice queen that haunts him in his childhood winter, and yet he managed to conquer her and melt her, to stay with him through the other seasons. He likes the way his olive tan skin would contrast well with her icy ones. She is a solitary ice nymph, and he captures her now in a warm embrace. He would forever be her servant, he thinks.
"I wish, we would be like this forever,"
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For breakfast, they had some bread and jam, and before lunch they both hunt for some game to feed themselves for the next couple of days. When the chores are done by the afternoon, they both enjoy themselves by the lake near their home. Eren, originally planned to have their home by the ocean, however, Annie seemed to not like the area with 'too much of an open space'. She says that they would spot them soon and they should remain hidden. Eren thought about it and agreed to her suggestion to remain hidden in the woods. However, they found a sweet spot near a freshwater lake, a lake as big as the ocean, and that suited them just fine. For they know that their little home with a small garden, with a small plant farm, and with a big lake in the backyard, is well hidden at the heart of the thick forrest where no one would ever see them. (Titans roam freely though, but the thick scent of water and flowers helps hide their scent)
Being active individuals they usually are, they would love to play a couple of competitive games and would spar daily. Until the rough physical contact would melt into loving touches and he would slip her shirt off her, exposing her ample breasts. Kissing the expanse of her exposed neck and kneading her sensitive mounds hungrily like a wild animal, she would melt in deeper in his touches emitting moans of pleasure from her quivering lips. With her back pressed against him, her arm encircles around his neck as if to grapple him into the soft earth beneath them but her hands just find themselves entangled with his chocolate locks. Her fingers dig deep down to his scalp, massaging whatever flesh she could find, tug whatever hair she could tug, and it drives him crazy, she is on his mind, and he could feel her lips kissing his temples roughly.
His hands move down further south into her abdomen, squeezing and pressing every layer of exposed skin. His touch resonates to every nerve and muscle that lay beneath her pale skin. He breathes heavily against her neck and she swears that she could almost hear him growl. She presses harder against him, feeling his shoulders and abdomen tense in anticipation. They are both on their knees, Annie, leaning her back against his front. His left hand on her breasts and his right hand starting to pull down her grey pants.
He almost tears the fabric obstructing her sweet opening, fingers travelling down south, teasing her folds as she opens her legs wider to let his touch enter. He knows her well enough and touches her sensitive bundle of nerves, she responds in a moan which he silences her by giving a deep kiss on her lips. He continues to stroke her, his touches getting heavier and rougher. Her legs gave way, the pleasure rising as she could feel herself swell, her hips starting to move against his fingers with pleasure, and later he slides a couple of fingers inside her.
Her mind blasts with a sudden feeling of ecstasy as he slips in and out of her, massaging her walls, which are dripping and begging him for more. Her breathing is no longer even, and in the height of her excitement, he digs and prods her further. She pants as she reaches the plateau, riding in rhythm with him. His paces quicken, she inhales deeply, a cry suppressing in her throat, her hands grab on to him for dear life, his mouth plants firmly on the pulse of her neck, her back arches and she releases. He could feel her walls clenching in his grasp, as she emitted a loud cry. When her reflexes finished, she leans back at him, almost like dead weight, her body shakes mildly with the aftershocks of her excitement. He trusts a few moments more to help her recover, then he abruptly releases her, but still, he supports her back to her knees. She slumps forward to lie against the welcoming grass beneath her and then looks back at him. He licks her moisture from his fingers, and watches in delight as her face go red.
He chuckles at her sudden embarrassment.
She gives him a frown, but later joins him in his laugh. Only he could thaw her icy heart. He leans towards her on the grass, lying atop her. They stare at each other's eyes and gave each other a kiss that would last a lifetime.
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"Do you regret anything of this?" She asks him as they lie on bed together that night.
"No," he says as he entraps her beneath him. "It is a matter of choice. You are my choice."
"We ran away..."
"... And we are not going back. Not ever."
She touches his face with her right hand. He closes his eyes feeling her cool touch. She's always cold. Her hands are always cold. He takes her hands into his and kisses it, gently warming her cold hand with the heat of his touch. "You worry so much love..."
"I just don't want you to be away from me," she says. "Tell me of your dreams instead..."
"I'm never gonna leave you," he smiles "what do you want to hear?"
"The future," she whispers to his ears "what could our future be Eren?"
"We would live in a world without titans..."
"But you left them..." She points out.
"Ahhh... Then you and I could just kill them on our own, wont we?"
"Sounds possible," she plays with his hair "then what...?"
"Then..." He nuzzles her neck affectionately "then, we could have babies... Lots and lots of babies and they would all look like you,"
"That one is pretty ambitious Eren," she gives a small laugh.
"Well... We could start having one first, then another, then another..." He smiles at the thought. "Then, we could teach them a lot of things, we would teach them how to fight, we would teach them how to love, they wouldn't grow up in war, they will grow up free. Not to mention we could have some of our friends drop by and have them babysit,"
"You are getting ahead of yourself again Eren, your friends all hate me after all I did," she pauses "I am a wanted criminal back inside the walls Eren, and you running away with me, and marrying me makes you one too."
"Fine..." He snorts. "But, Im pretty sure Mikasa and Armin wont mind,"
She gives him a light kiss in the lips "I'm sure they would forgive you,"
He says nothing in return, instead he kisses her deeply in her lips. "I love you, Annie,"
"Let me feel you, Eren..." She says.
He smirks as he complies, diving inside her familiar warmth, stroking her in all the right places. She gives a loud cry when he enters her. It feels different every time, and this time is a little more intense, she curses under a breath. He isn't that merciful when he is in bed, he stops for awhile managing to enter her halfway. Her tight opening challenges him more, adrenalin rushing through him as he pushes in deeper.
She clings on to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips angled upward to give him more access to her entrance. He enters her further, filling her up with his length. He grunts. They lock eyes for a second and he starts to retract then pushes forward.
He hears her emit a satisfying groan from her soft lips. He starts slowly at first and then picking up his pace and at regular intervals, he would just let himself sink deeper within her thrusting within the opening of her womb. She cries as she scratches her nails into his back. She picks up his pace and goes into a rough dance with him.
His mouth goes wild sucking her exposed breasts then moving up towards her clavicle then to her neck. She moans in ecstasy, her voice breaking, fragile but at the same time, fierce and powerful. He now thrusts in a deeper angle, this time, putting her knees into his shoulders and hovering over her small frame. "Fuck! Eren!"
She surrenders, certainly he has the upper hand now. He is grinding deeper and deeper into her, and she could swear that there fire and heat in every friction their bodies would produce. His other hand travels down to her swollen nub of nerves, resulting her buck her hips forward towards him. She hates it when he is so good at pressing her buttons right, and she hates him for it in a good way, and he knows her well enough to play with her senses. He presses her further down, and she is reaching her limit. She takes a moment to look at her partner, she could see that he too is nearing his edge.
Her knees start to feel weak, she is in completely powerless under him, one hand pulling him towards her, one hand gripping the sheets. Her breathing quickens, she could feel it again, the rising euphoria as she screams his name over and over again in her sweet release. He cums a few seconds after her, filling her insides with his substance. Her walls, clenching and gripping his throbbing member tightly as he represses his urge to scream her name. He gives her a few more thrusts after that and then withdraws himself away from her.
He collapses tiredly atop her as she cradles his body closer to her. He rests his head on her breasts and he loves the hearing her heartbeat and rides the rise and fall of her breathing. She is indeed his lifeline. If anybody would tear her away from him, he admits to himself that he would be in a complete loss. He fought so hard to get here, and he fought so hard to be with her. For her, he abandoned his own ideals, for her he left the walls, for her he left his friends and the war he fought so hard for.
Because, when he is with her, he sees the world in a completely new light. He saw another perspective in a world so cruel and unjust. Because of her, he felt liberated and free. He found another reason to live in this world and he does it for her and her alone. He sleeps his worries away in her strong protective arms, away from all the trouble he has ever known.
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