A/N: Here's the non-smut with some awkward comedy on the side. Enjoy! I LOVE SEEING YOUR REVIEWS! :)

She was too nervous to ask for Armin to pick her up. She texted him, assuming he'd be there, and decided to walk to the library. She'd called her doctor the day before and asked if it was alright to start exercising again, and to her excitement she'd gotten a 'yes'. It wasn't as if the library was too far. She'd run several miles more than the distance between her home and the meeting place at practices. Annie enjoyed the time alone, but something inside her yearned for contact as she drew closer and closer.

When she got inside, she adjusted the small, messy bun at the back of her head, and she checked her jeans (which were new from the store from last weekend, she'd picked them out because they had tears at the knees and they were the dark blue that reminded her of nighttime. the time when she wished he was with her the most.) to make sure that she looked alright.

She'd never felt like looking presentable before, but now it seemed relatively important, even though she knew for a fact that he didn't care about what she wore or how the looked.

She drifted to their regular spot, and the absence made something inside her lurch.

She pulled out her phone to check the time. The last text from him was over fifteen minutes ago.

Are you there?

On my way!

She fidgeted as worry crept over her.

Armin?

Armin

Are you here?

Armin love

stupid nerd who stole my heart

jesus where are you

please please please be alive

dont text and drive oh my god

ARMIN

She started breathing heavily, turning around, when there was a buzz in her hand and she frantically read what appeared on her screen.

SORRY!

She sighed.

I'm in the nonfiction. Reading about the Soviet Air Force.

Come visit I'm lonely.

She felt like crying as she made her way (on her sore ankle) towards the section he'd described. She looked around, her heart still racing from the nerves.

I can't find you.

She turned around every corner, every aisle and finally she stood in the center between two shelves, furiously texting with a tight frown and before sending she heard a whisper.

"Annie."

She froze.

"God, you're beautiful." she turned around, tip-toeing into the next aisle to see her Armin sitting on the back wall, a small pile of books at his side and a pink smile on his cheeks.

"I was really worried." she huffed, a smile forming on her lips and her eyes almost closed from happiness.

"I can tell." he motioned to his phone beside him and he sat his book down, open faced and gentle. She hmf'ed and looked around. It was a quiet day for the library. Lucky for her.

One thing Annie knew about herself was that she was shameless about most things. Whatever happened, she moved on, repeated the action, and kept going no matter what. Whether it be a trip on the field, a missed goal, accidentally locking her locker door before being done, late to lunch… nothing really phased her.

So sliding her phone into her pocket and straddling her math-tutor-boyfriend who sat cross legged underneath her was not a problem. Not even in this public place. Besides, no one really came into this section anyways. (that's what she told herself as she moved downwards.)

Before he could resist, she curled her arms up into her chest and leaned against him, tilting her head and pressing her open lips to his. There was something electric about the way his fit perfectly against hers.

She held on, moving her lips and head every few seconds to keep him on edge, pulling her arms out and tugging his around her waist. His arms tickled her sides but she tried not to notice.

She pulled back, watching his eyes lay half-closed and came forward again, lips crashing down onto his with a hungry satisfaction. She teased him with her tongue and when he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss she angled her chin forward and dug her teeth into his bottom lip, tugging it, and in effect pulling him even closer.

She heard him squeak when she let go, and she caught her breath as his inhale became sharper.

"Ouch." he whimpered, one hand away from her and onto his lip.

He glanced up at her with hurt in his eyes, but she was relentless and rolled her eyes.

"Here," she took his jaw in her hands and guiding him forward, "let me kiss it better."

She opened her mouth again, drawing out a long and quiet kiss, tasting his lips and feeling his eyelashes on her cheek and his body fidget underneath her. She pulled away and held her forehead against his, smiling for the first time in what seemed like ages.

"I-I've never really done this before…" he stuttered, biting back his hurt lip and glancing away from her. She brushed the bangs from his eyes with a chuckle.

"What? Kiss a girl?" (which she knew wasn't true, they'd kissed before, but maybe she'd find out just who had the blessing of taking his first kiss.)

He waved his hands in front of him with a forced smirk.

"No, no, I mean… I've kissed a girl before." he was almost laughing.

Her finger rested on his chin, counting the freckles across his face with a brush on his cheeks.

"Oh yeah? Who?"

His hands were on her waist again. "Beautiful blonde girl." she felt something shift in her stomach. "I'd liked her since the first time I laid eyes on her." she moved on his lap, hands in their combined space now. "Blunt and dreary eyed."

She wanted to turn away.

"What was her name?" she asked quietly, assuming that the girl he was describing was a young love, a first. Of course she'd never had that, perhaps that's why when he spoke there was something different than anything that had ever been present in hers.

He laughed a little too loud and leaned forward, bringing her chest to his and clutching the small of her back with his fingers.

"Annie Leonhardt. And I'm madly in love with her."

She snickered and kissed him again, lightly on the lips, and then another on his cheek, and another on his nose. She just hoped he wasn't avoiding her question. Would he hide something as silly as first kisses away from her? He'd never asked about hers…

"Shut up." she fidgeted again and put her hands on his shoulders. "So what did you mean? What haven't you done before?" she asked quietly.

He swallowed, glancing at the space between them and then to her lips.

"T-this." his blinking was slowing.

She choked back roars of laughter and buried her face into his neck, coming back to face him with a muffled giggle. (she could hardly believe that such a noise could come from her mouth.) She placed her hands on his neck and she felt his muscles tighten and his lips quiver. (anticipation?)

"Well, do you like this?" she said in a slightly slurred tone, low and quiet just for him.

He nodded softly and her nose came close to brushing his. She almost laughed at the feeling of his eyelashes against her cheek again.

"Good, 'cause I'm not quite done with you yet, Armin."

They practically stumbled into the house. Annie couldn't stop blushing on the way in the car, and Armin's leg never stopped tapping against the floorboard. (again, she tried to figure out what he was thinking but that wasn't quite that easy. sure, she could read him like a book, but when his face was so red it was unrecognizable she didn't know what to do or say.)

He shut the door behind him, tossing the keys inside and feeling her tugging at his lips again. Her hands never left his face as they half-danced half-fell through the entrance and into the main room. She didn't look around a lot in the time she was moving but it was a small apartment, nothing fancy, a couch and a kitchen, a bedroom in the back. A bedroom in the back. A bedroom.

They somehow ended up tangled on the couch and he kept saying "ouch" every time she bit his lip but she couldn't help it. She was so nervous and eager and she'd never felt this eccentric in her life.

She wanted to cry when his freezing hands grazed the skin under her shirt and tugged up just barely, waiting for her to stop him. She let him go, scooting up underneath him and allowing him room to place a knee between her legs and another on the side. She was pulling, clawing at his shirt and body and she just wanted this damn space to close.

His hand went hesitantly upwards and when he got to her ribs he pulled back, and all she knew was what she could feel because her eyes were slammed shut and her lips almost never left his.

Annie was obviously making do with what she could, as she wasn't very experienced in any field they were encountering, and it was obvious that Armin wasn't either because his nose kept getting in the way and half the time his hands didn't know what to do so he settled with holding himself up.

Annie's leg found itself around him, her heel digging into his back and there was a sudden yelp, and Annie felt her side hit something hard. She opened her eyes and gasped for air, propping herself up and looked around. Armin was laying next to her, flat on his back with a winded look with his legs intertwined with hers and his hand somehow underneath her.

They were on the floor. She'd put them on the floor.

She rolled onto her stomach and started to laugh. Laugh like she'd never laughed before. So much so that she was sobbing into the dirty carpet and her entire body was shaking.

Annie felt Armin sit up and place his back against the couch, hand on her calf and his own body moving with laughter.

She sat up, wiping her eyes and scooting around so she sat next to him, hand in hand and lungs fighting to keep the air they so desperately needed.

"I'm really, really, really not ready for that." he said, his voice almost serious. She kept on wiping her eyes and she nodded.

"No, God, no we're not doing that ever again." she said, opening her wet eyes and looking at him. He was already gazing in her direction.

"Ever?"

She laughed again. "You'll have to marry me first." she joked. (half-joked.)

He smiled, reaching forward slowly and pushing her hair behind her ear. "Sometimes I hate you for being so beautiful."

She almost flinched. "That wasn't a very good proposal, Mr. Arlert." she whispered.

"So you'd marry me, then?" he asked with a wide smile and drooping eyes.

She shrugged, looking at the wall in front of them. "I'll think about it."

"What do you want to do now?" he asked softly, trying to conceal the laughter that was building up.

"Not. That." she said forcefully, standing and dragging him up with her. She noticed how wrinkled her shirt was and she rushed to fix it. "How about we just…" she stopped and he shrugged in front of her.

"Let's go play soccer."

He smiled. "Sounds great."