"Hey, Four Eyes"
"Hey what?"
"You're half dead."
"You certainly are polite. I didn't know that."
"Shitty glasses."
It seemed almost routine to go through this conversation to Hanji, it was almost a joke. Except this time, rather unfortunately, it wasn't one. Usually he would end that conversation with a hard kiss to her lips, just as both of them liked it, and he tilted her head but she pushed him back lightly. "Not here," she mumbled and he rolled his eyes, ripping her goggles off and pushing his lips against hers, his tongue snaking into hers as she responded weakly and the rest of the remaining, present legion gaped at the Lance Corporal and the Squad Leader kissing openly, his fingers gripping her dirty, matted hair and his arms wrapping around her. "Be quiet, Shitty Glasses," he told her as he lifted her from the ground, her head dropping weakly. Another thing that this conversation was usually held in his room after she barged in, her injuries unhealed and her body filthy. Then he'd kiss her and then throw her into his shower and follow.
As much as she wished that was possible, Hanji knew it wasn't. A puff of breath escaped her lips as he cradled her to his chest and whispered a few words that made her chest tighten but her body felt incredibly light and airy: "Stay with me, Hanji Zoe."
Her eyes slid shut and her head lolled against his chest then, her consciousness slipping away despite his soft kisses against the shell of her ear and the words he muttered quite angrily in her ear.
XXX
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Please review!