Annie felt the brush of the salty wind hit her face as she lifted the copper cup to her lips to finish off remnants of a once bitter liquid. The scouts had been drinking practically since dusk, still celebrating the dramatic end to the rumbling a month prior. At least she thought a month's time had passed, as the almost press tour of a trip the regiment had gone on shortly after Eren's death had declared them international heroes. They toured to the rubble of Liberio, back to Eldia to greet Historia and attend the christening of the new royalty and air to the Edian throne, and back to Marley again. However, even though Marley was her home country, she was never allowed to visit Idriss, the southern beach town and tourist attraction for many non-Eldian Marleyan families: where the scouts were currently staying.
Annie swirled the droplets of rum left in her cup, listening to the waves crash on the beach. The water extended for miles, occupied by extensive boardwalk and dormitories meant for those same Marleyan families who vacationed here. This one in particular, must have belonged to someone with riches insurmountable to that of the internment zone, as the golden chandeliers and long oak tables looked near priceless, and not to mention the ornately detailed bar in which Connie and Jean have spent most nights of this week. The noise coming from inside the house had quieted to a mere humming of a few voices, and the once bright lights escaping the thin glass windows were dimmed as well. Annie found herself thankful for the soft buzz of the porch light, how one small bulb was enough for her to see down to the sand and beyond.
It had to be edging on dawn, as she could make out the outlines of soft clouds and birds flying in the distance. However they weren't chirping yet, which meant she had a few more minutes to be alone with her insomnia. Annie let out a long sigh, and let her body weight slump to the railing keeping her from falling into the ocean. Her heart ached in her chest, as she knew how much Armin would enjoy this metropolitan of an ocean town, and this scene in front of her.
Armin...
Armin had been gone for almost the entire tour, staying somewhere in Paradis with Mikasa, probably helping her cope with such a traumatic time. Annie understood, but yet her heart didn't quell its near debilitating ache for him to come back. Stupid, she thought to herself. She had never really had feelings like this for someone like this before, someone who even though had been nothing but a villain to, kept visiting her and talking to her all that time in her crystal. Part of her knew Armin's relentless company was Bertolt talking...but part of her also didn't seem to care. I mean he's brilliant, he has to know those memories aren't really his? Annie thought to herself, brushing the salty strands out of her face, only for them to return due to the wind. But one distinct memory kept replaying itself in her mind, before he left to be with Mikasa, a day or so after arriving at Idriss, he mentioned to her; "You know you can take anything from my room if you want? The Idriss representative who arranged this house for us gave me the king suite for being the commander" He stopped, pinkness spreading across his cheeks as he looked down towards his feet. "I'm saying it would be a shame if the whole room went to waste. I know you're sharing a room with Pieck, but it comes with its own bathroom even" Armin looked back up at her, his light blush now a dark shade of pink.
But his suggestion was never made as a request, as he knew from their scouts training nearly five years ago that Annie always had trouble falling asleep, and at that, staying asleep. So, he didn't press her. But on the first night he left, when her heart began that now too-familiar ache, she climbed the winding staircase up to the top hallway, to peer inside the room. Nothing in there had surprised her, as the coppery-gold decor and earth tones from the rest of the house followed itself up those stairs with her into the suite. Annie had just laughed at how painfully hideous the whole thing was before stealing a dark green woolen blanket off of the bed, meant for her late nights staring at the sea, only to realize that poor Armin probably enjoyed the decoration. The memory made her smile even now, even enough so to make her laugh out loud. I mean who on this earth would like something so hideous-
"What could possibly be that funny out here?" A warm, sing-song voice sounded behind her. Annie startled and turned around at lighting speed, knocking her empty cup off the balcony down to the sand below. Her startled expression quickly faded, as directly as pictured in her memory, Armin stood before her. "Oh, it's you Armin. You scared me, don't sneak up on me like that."
He smiled.
Armin didn't look like Armin though, her Armin. His eyes seemed hollowed, and dark circles followed beneath. His hair was the same, although it seemed uncombed and unkept. Very non Armin-like. He walked over to her, also propping himself onto the railing by his elbows. His eyes trailed down to the cup, lying in the sand. "Sorry about the cup, I'll grab it when it's lighter out tomorrow." Armin said, eyes meeting Annie's.
She examined him closer, his icy blue eyes staring into her's. Annie quickly then realized she was staring a little bit too deeply, a little bit too long, as she harshly turned her gaze down to her arms. Armin however, noticed the rosy tone occupying her cheeks, and felt a similar heat rise to his own. Armin held the feeling to his gut, took a deep breath and spoke: "Annie?"
"Yeah?" She said, looking back up at him. She shivered and tugged the woolen blanket farther up her shoulders, the one from his room. It gave him some sort of relief, that at least she had considered trying to get a good night's sleep after all the aftershocks from the rumbling.
"These last weeks...they've been truly the hardest time in my life. Besides the withdrawal from no longer having such a powerful titan.." Armin touched the soft spot on his jaw from which he had previously been shot. His pink flesh seemed almost to shine in the light of the glowing bulb, which didn't help to contain Annie's blush. "Mikasa...she'll be okay. But I had a moment of genuine fear during the rumbling. For instance, what would I have done if you had been turned into a mindless titan like my friends, or even worse? Killed? I don't know what I would do Annie, I just-" Armin's voice broke, and soon his palms were taking place on his eyes, which were once looking at her.
Hearing his voice break, her stomach dropped. Without thinking she let the blanket fall to the floor, wrapping her arms around his chest and back. They stood there for half a minute, just hearing the sounds of the waves crashing onto the beach below. This didn't feel like memories of another person to her, this felt present. These emotions, they felt real.
"But I didn't, okay? We're all okay as we can be, Armin. It's going to take some time for all of us to...I don't know, adjust? To this new life we have now, after the rumbling? Hell, I haven't slept in what feels like forever", Annie softly said, peeling Armin's palms from his eyes. "But we're all okay, I mean alive. Connie, Jean and Reiner have been drinking their nights away, Pieck has been taking the kids out on day trips, and I've been…" She trailed off, eyeing the cup she previously held, now being toyed at by the waves. "Have the withdrawals affect you that badly?" She picked up the thought.
Amrin pulled back from her embrace, but before she dropped her arms completely from him he gently held them there, as an act of comfort. Annie watched as his face soured slightly in response to her question. "Well, in the morning it's the pounding headaches and nausea, and throughout the day it's the endless sore throat and fatigue. It's like my body is searching for something that was once a part of it almost. But that part of my soul is gone, probably for the best" Armin went on, "Withdrawal is really not affecting you at all?"
"Well.." Annie grimaced thinking about her seemingly endless insomnia. "Ever since I inherited the female titan, I've pretty much had non stop problems with sleeping. I think it's probably the memories of those who had it before me. I thought it would stop after the titans were gone, but here we are" Annie's arm trailed down to picking the blanket up off the wooden structure and wrapping herself in it before her body betrayed her and let out a harsh shiver. Armin of course noticed, placing his palms on her shoulders and giving them a slight rub before he spoke, "Maybe we should go inside? It really is freezing out here. I'm barely standing it actually." Armin titled his head towards the moon.
The moonlight had been casting a silver glaze across the waves, and Annie realized that the bulb once illuminating the balcony leading towards the beach had gone out sometime during their conversation. He really was captivating, Annie thought.
"Hey, did you know that the moon essentially controls the ocean and the tides?" Armin said, pointing towards the glowing orb shining down on them from the night sky. She chuckled a bit, as he really was Armin, paying more attention to a shape in the sky rather than her, standing in front of him, illuminated by moonlight. Almost as if on cue, she got a sick, deep feeling in her stomach. Maybe his company and conversations in her crystal was all just Bertholdt. Annie could barely stand the thought, as her body against her wishes was deciding between vomiting her night's alcohol or curling up into a ball. She pushed his presence off of her, and turned away from him, staring at the opposite direction towards the sea. Far off in the distance, she could see the edges of the boardwalk, with a dimly lit ferris wheel. Maybe now that the rumbling was over, she would get to do those things she never got to do in her childhood, taken by the warrior program. It was a nice thought, but it was quickly clouded by her horrible feeling about what Armin truly thought of her.
"Annie, I-" He began, but she harshly cut him off.
"Why did you visit me for so long? To reconcile with yourself about taking the lives of Marleyan's like I did to you and you comrades? You said to me on the boat that you wanted to see me. Did you want to see me? Or was it...memories that weren't yours?" She really tried with all her might to keep her voice from shaking, but alas the words had a mind of their own. Annie bit down on her lip hard, so hard she thought she may have drawn blood. She couldn't make a sound, as she was convinced she'd break into pieces in front of someone she assumed had loved her against his own will. In this moment Annie was genuinely relieved she couldn't see Armin's face falling, as she knew it would. She heard him drawing in a sharp breath, and felt a soft hand brush her upper back.
"I.." he said again, his touch feeling of absolute fire, searing a hole in her skin. Annie tried to brush him off, shrugging the blanket farther up her shoulders. "Armin, don't, really I know what-" She began, but Armin refused. "Annie", he said abruptly, finally gripping her upper arm hard enough to spin her around.
Maybe it was the alcohol,
Or the nerves,
But Armin, unaware of his one strength, pulled her harder than he meant to. But her footing caught, and he instinctively grabbed her waist to keep her upright. When his eyes met hers, he knew all too well how much she really felt about all of this, about him. Tears welled in her eyes, and she wasn't quick enough to wipe them away before her face flushed red in embarrassment. He had never seen her like this, so vulnerable in front of him. But still, with salty strands of hair blowing in her face, her face flushed and tears in her eyes, Armin couldn't help but be enamored by her. Her beauty.
Armin felt his hands reaching up to brush her golden hair off of her cheekbones, which looked porcelain in the light of the ocean and the moon. He looked away from her eyes and her face as he allowed one hand to get tangled in her hair; the other resting delicately on her neck, so close, he could feel her heartbeat.
Annie's breath caught in her stomach, as his touch sent shivers down her spine. She could barely move or speak, but when his light eyes flickered back to hers, she suddenly felt a rush of energy shoot up her spine.
In an instant, she stepped forward, closing the space between them. Armin felt her lips crash with his own.
Carving out a moment in time, he let his lips part, letting her in. God she was so soft, he thought, grabbing the base of her neck with more strength to pull her closer to him. A small whimper escaped her after he did this, so small but enough to make his knees buckle from beneath him.
Armin's lips tasted like salt from the sea air and were warm on hers, causing Annie to desperately crave more. They tangled arms in each other's hair and Annie slipped her hand up the back of his shirt to explore the faint muscles in his delicate skin, causing him to shiver against her. She laughed, focusing her attention to his lips and to finally explore him after what has felt like forever. Armin pulled away, placing delicate wet kisses up her jawline, trailing back to her neck. She let out another small gasp, while his hands traveled down to her waist and the small of her back, pressing her against him.
"Armin…" She trailed off, getting lost in the blinding white light of her built up emotion. He kissed the soft skin of her collarbone, while her hands traveled back up to get lost in the choppy strands of his blonde hair. Annie needed him like nothing else, as his electric touch sent shockwaves down to her toes and back up again. "Armin-" Annie muttered again. Armin paused for barely a second, before taking his attention from kissing her neck to meet her mouth with his. He reached down beneath her and grabbed her legs, propping her up on the balcony railing with one fluid movement. She kissed him again, harder, pulling him back up to her.
"I..." he started, breaking away from her, taking in air to his lungs. "Annie, I-"
Armin said again, but before he could get out a coherent thought that wasn't clouded by love and lust, the glass door behind them leading to the house swung open with a bang. Both Annie and Armin were slow to react, as their cognition was clouded by their first kiss and touch, as well as the entire night's emotional climax.
"You know, I've had my doubts, but the car titan has mad combat skills when it comes down to it" Jean's voice sounded, as two figures appeared out of the shadows. Pieck and Jean walked into sight, both with flushed faces and glossy eyes. Pieck saw them first, her mouth making the shape of an O when she immediately processed what she saw. "Oh! Shit sorry you guys, we thought everyone had gone to bed!" Pieck cried, half laughing and doubling over. Jean clasped his hand over his mouth while nearly knocking Pieck's cup out of her hand in the process. Jean stumbled and clung to Pieck for support, while pointing at the scene before themselves.
Annie quickly scrambled to hop down from the ledge and brush her hair behind her ears, while Armin's wide eyes focused on the wooden planks of the deck, while he straightened his button up and wiped sticky, clear chapstick of Annie's off of his lips, smeared down to his chin. "Honessly, good for you guys!" Pieck hiccuped and laughed, swaying back and forth while taking another sip of her drink. Jean let out a loud belly laugh, shouting "Yeah Armin! Finally you made' a move", Jean continued while fist bumping the air.
Armin quickly turned back to Annie, his embarrassment quickly turned into a muffled laugh. "We've been out here forever, it's probably way late" he announced to her casually, as she caught on.
"Yep, sorry, very late. Well, you guys have a good night!" Annie shouted, grabbing Armin's hand and pulling herself and him into a run as they pushed past Jean and Pieck into the door. Bursting out in laughter as soon as they made their way up the hallway into the winding staircase, Armin scolded her for being so loud while everyone else was asleep. But Annie didn't care, as her heart was bleeding in overjoyment and her slight concern for her insomnia problem went with the wind of the beach and the sea. As they reached the master suite, Armin stopped at the door while Annie collapsed on the bed. Annie didn't notice at first, stripping herself of her thin hoodie and bottoms, and throwing them on the floor beside bed. Armin steadily watched her in the doorway, as his eyes caught hers when she was just left in a button up shirt. There was a smile playing on her lips, and a giddiness in her eyes that made him do nothing else but smile. He walked down and sat besides her, examining the detail on the exquisite feeling comforter.
"Annie..I love you. I do" Armin softly said, reaching out and taking her hand. Annie's small potential of a smile grew to one that showed off her teeth and lips, and she quickly shifted to her shins to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I love you too, Armin. I have for a long time, even against my better judgement as I was a warrior. But everything feels new now.." she left off, trailing away. Her smile was still bright, and gave a giddy laugh, throwing herself back on the bed. "I'm in love with Armin. An Eldian", Annie said with fake disgust. Armin joined in laying besides her, taking her hand into his.
The truth was Annie had never allowed Armin, or anyone for that matter, seen her so giddy. There was a playfulness in the air between them that let her relax with him, and allowed her to let down the walls she had furiously worked to keep up for the past couple years, literally and figuratively. Armin released her hand and turned on his side, resting his head on the mound of pillows that came with the room. Annie turned in her body to face him, now seemingly as tall as her blonde companion as they lay together. Without thinking, Armin's index finger met the sharp bone in Annie's nose, admiring her beauty.
"Can I tell you something?" He said nervously, sitting up besides her. "Anything." Annie responded, closing her eyes in relaxation while the comfiness of the pillows got to her. "I think you already know. But I've never been with anyone...sexually. Have you?" Armin asked, greeting expected silence after the utterance of his unexpected words.
Annie's eyes shot open and tried to study his face, but instead found comfort. She let out a long sigh, in preparation for her next words. She had assumed as such, as she knew Armin to be a logical thinker and quite perspective, spending all of his time with books, or with the scouts. "Kind of. I'm inexperienced but there was a time when I was missing home more than I could bear. It was stupid, someone from home" Annie looked away from Armin to avoid catching his expression, but none came. "Nothing really happened, I realized that it wasn't going to make me any less homesick and it stopped almost as quickly as it began." Annie let out a long breath and reached over to steal one of the pillows from Armin's side of the bed, covering her face in it. "It's just so embarrassing, I never talk about it. I didn't really have a reason to until now."
Annie braced for impact, unsure if he would be mad. For she had no real experience with guys, with Armin, so she had decided to tread lightly. But instead of being upset Armin reached over and reclaimed the stolen pillow, to reveal Annie's beautiful face. "Why are you embarrassed, did you think I would be upset? If anything I'm just sorry that you had to go through becoming a titan so young. I really am sorry, Annie."
Annie once more met his eyes, and just about melted. He was so caring, so soft, so comforting. She was in love. And he knew it too. Annie raised her hand, and brushed it against the soft of his jaw. Armin's eyes fluttered closed, and he let himself relax against her touch. He smiled, bringing his lips to press against hers. She too, relaxed against his touch. After a moment she kissed him back harder, threading her hands up his shirt.
Armin suddenly realized that she was in nothing but a shirt, and gulped against her kiss as he felt the fabric tightening around his crotch. Armin had really never done anything with a girl and Annie was certainly… intimidating, to say the least. Annie swung her legs behind him, to straddle herself in his lap. She pulled back from the kiss, the resurgence of her smile signaled to him she knew exactly what was going on underneath her, in his lap.
Armin, blushed, hard.
"Do..can I.." he stuttered, as Annie placed a soft kiss against his lips to slyly tell him to stop talking. Annie closed the space between him, meeting his open mouth with a kiss. They pushed and pulled, Armin once again tangling his hands in her hair and Annie feeling the contortions of the muscles under his shirt along his abdomen. Armin broke their kiss and trailed down to the nape of her neck, tracing the pattern in which his lips left, from when they were kissing in the moonlight. "You are going to have to guide me. I love you, but I have no idea what I am supposed to do. I've read romance books before but none of the characters ever got this far?" Armin quietly whispered, which made Annie just about burst out loud laughing. Annie assumed she would be taking the lead, but what did she even want him to do? "Of course. But I expect the same" Annie whispered back, suddenly feeling a rush of embarrassment. Annie had dreamt for longer than she would admit about wanting to touch him, wanting him to touch her, but in their crazy fucked up world, it had never been possible for them to have romance, or even fall in love, until now. It only took the rumbling, she scowled.
Armin broke into her thoughts by closing the gap between them, pressing his soft lips against her chapped ones. His fingers found the top button on her blouse, and he pulled away for her to reassure him that she wanted him to undo it. Armin unbuttoned the top few buttons, to reveal Annie's cleavage sitting upright in a light blue bra. "Blue?" He laughed, placing small kisses down to the bow of her garment. Annie rolled her eyes and scolded, letting him push her against the pillows and headboard of their king sized bed. Annie was fighting every instinct to climb on top of him and take the lead, but with Armin's hot breath against her neck and their chests mutually cut and bleeding onto each other, she let him explore her for the first time. His fingers found the back clasp of her bra, and soon she was undone in his hands. Armin examined her beauty, gently squeezing and running his thumbs over her light pink nipples. Annie let out a gasp and fluttered her eyes closed, reminding him to be gentle to her sensitivity.
He felt the intensity of the throbbing between his legs become more intense, as he placed kisses trailing from her collarbone down to one of nipples. He took it into his mouth, against her steady gasps, gently using his tongue to swirl and suck, while using his thumb to play with the other.
Annie was practically seeing stars, as while she was slightly more experienced than Armin did, this was a whole new world to her. She had never had anyone touch her like this, like Armin was, and she needed more. Her hand caught and grabbed the material of his collar, and whispered, off. In an instant his shirt was off and her shirt open and bra off, him sucking on her nipples. He licked them harder, and Annie finally couldn't resist any longer and let out another, louder moan, breathing hitched. She felt the familiar ache between her legs, her most sensitive opening, droning and throbbing. This specific ache, she had gotten before around Armin, was droning loud in her ears and her eyes, and she knew what he needed to do to relieve her. Armin noticed her squeezing her thighs closed tighter when he kissed her and sucked her, and he had somewhat of an idea of what to do as well, with her guidance.
Armin grinned, leaving open kisses down to her stomach. He sat back, examining her fully, for the first time in front of him. His eyes trailed from her jawline, red now from his lips, to her pink nipples and the bow of her cleavage, to her soft curves that rolled off her hips, to the soft cream lace of her underwear. "You...are everything I've ever dreamt you to be. Not that I have...I-" Armin stopped himself, knowing the more he talked the worse thing he'd say. There was uneasiness in his stomach, from nerves and anticipation, but he was still comfortable around her. He'd never loved anyone like this. But Annie, in lust or in adoration, didn't even notice the comment. Armin's touch was electric, and after spending such a long time with nothing but her thoughts, she needed this. He noticed and chuckled at the small wet spot pooling between her legs, darkening the fabric. He was sure that a similar thing was happening to him, as he knew all too well that his thoughts wandered to a hardening erection whenever he thought about her, late at night. He gently reached and touched the wet spot, and felt Annie squirm beneath.
"Is this okay?" He asked, lowering himself to hover above the spot. She shook her head yes, and let out a breath. "Please, Armin, but be gentle" Annie breathlessly said, letting her eyes flutter closed once more. Armin leaned down and placed a kiss against her wet spot, bucking her hips off the bed.
He gripped the edges of the lace, and tugged off the fabric and discarded it. What was underneath, he thought, was a beautiful sight. Pink folds trailed down to her opening, surrounded by little dark blonde hairs. Armin gently licked up her slit, her brows furrowing. She moaned in rhythm to his licking and exploring, Annie gripping the collar of his shirt with all her might. Armin, mouth wet, massaged her sensitivity up to a small bud nestled between her skin. He took it into his mouth, while she let out a lower, ragged moan. "There please, please.." Annie moaned. He sucked on her bundle of nerves, running his tongue over her most sensitive part. Annie found herself letting go, grinding her hips against the small swirls Armin made with his tongue.
Occasionally he'd look up at the beautiful sight of her, eyes closed and mouth slightly open from receiving such an intense amount of pleasure, he was so hard it was almost unbearable. Annie let out whimpers while her hips bucked off the bed, encouraging Armin to keep going, to keep giving her more. He made sure to give attention to her clit with his tongue while he slowly massaged her opening before on her command, pushing a finger inside of her. Annie moaned, begging for more, he pumped in and out of her, adding a second finger to her delight. The pleasure was increasingly becoming too much for her stand, and she was so wet from Armin's touch that his tongue on her clit and his finger gently massaged the sensitive spot inside of her opening that she knew she wasn't going to last much longer. This was just as good, no, better, then she had imagined. Her moans were getting caught in her throat as she weakly attempted to stifle them, but it was extremely difficult as Armin hummed gently on her clit, the vibrations adding a new level of pleasure.
Annie's fingers dug into the fabric of the bed and she bit down on her bottom lip, hard. Annie knew she was going to cum soon, and she let her hand fall to clutch Armin's hair in order to dictate exactly where she wanted to be sucked. He slipped his fingers out of her to concentrate all his efforts on her clit, and began to apply more pressure to the bud between her legs. He swirled his tongue around her, and suddenly her back arched in pleasure as the intense orgasm finally hit her. Armin pumped one of the fingers back inside her, to feel her tightening muscles contort against him while she rode the orgasm out, with steady moaning and feverishly grasping at both Armin's hair and one of her nipples.
He felt so good on her, his tongue, his precise attention to her where she needed him to touch. She lay there, in a daze from how hard she came, eyes half open, half in a trance. Annie had to push him away from overstimulation, to which he looked up at her doe eyed. She grinned a sly smile at him, in which he returned out of relief for pleasuring her in such a way. Annie made her way, still panting from her orgasm, into straddling Armin in his lap again. His erection, hard on her thighs, she took note of as she kissed him passionately. "I love you Armin. Your tongue felt amazing". Annie beckoned to his lips, tasting her still in his mouth. She dipped her hand to trace the outline of him, shooting shivers throughout his body. "Are you comfortable with me returning the favor?" She batted her eyes, leaving a trail of kisses from his hard jawbone down to the creamy skin of his neck. He shuttered again, nodding. "Yes, I want you" Armin whispered, out of breath. Annie chuckled to herself as she undid the buttons to his khaki uniform pants, tracing the cotton of his underwear. He closed his eyes, almost to brace for impact, and Annie chuckled again. "Relax, this isn't going to hurt", she softly replied, tugging on the cotton to reveal his hard erection.
It was larger than she thought, but then again she really had little experience with this sort of thing. Annie gently rubbed from the bottom of his shaft to the top, tracing her thumb over the tip of his head. Precum had already started to bubble at the tip of his penis, and Annie knew to be slow with her movements, as they both knew he wasn't going to last very long. Armin was almost trembling in anticipation, clasping his hand over his mouth while Annie gently kissed the tip of his dick. His brows furrowed when she took the head into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue. She took more of him into her mouth, slowly making her way down his shaft. Annie took note of the mousy brown pubic hair trailing from the skin atop his member down to his testicles, and with her observation she reached to knead them in her hands.
Armin squirmed with delight, opening his eyes occasionally to see this blonde beauty perched between his legs. She took his entire shaft into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down in the process. Armin let out short, staggered breaths, trying not to relieve himself too soon or buck his hips upwards. She swallowed more of his precum and he moaned into her in response. "Annie.." he trailed, breathless, desperately trying to hang on despite the fire he felt and the stars in his eyes. Armin let the hand from his mouth fall to stroke her hair, as his breathing became more rapid.
"Annie if you keep doing that I'm not going to last" Armin responded breathlessly, as Annie stoked him with her mouth and tongue more rapidly. She was beyond turned on from watching him unfold and slipped the hand from massaging his balls to gently rub small circles into her clit. Enamored from the prospect of her touching herself, Armin started letting go. Annie moaned around him, knowing this was all too much.
Armin moaned and covered his mouth again while he let himself cum into Annie's mouth, releasing much more than he thought. He was filled with pleasure, but his eyes went wide at the sight of Annie swallowing his whole load. It was over, and Annie pulled back whipping the edges of her mouth. She smiled at him in satisfaction of making him cum, as he looked cloudy eyed at her in awe. Annie laid back on the bed, and was shortly after joined by him.
"So", she finally spoke. "Is it safe to say we're together? Romantically?"
Armin leaned forward and placed a small kiss on the bridge of her nose, then her forehead. "I want to be with you Annie. To call you my girlfriend. Hold your hand, maybe?"
"You just gave me the best orgasm of my life, you can hold my hand any time" Annie said sleepily, as she pulled the covers over herself. Armin glanced at all their discarded clothes on the floor. "The others may talk about you sleeping in here. If it would make you more comfortable I can sleep in the main-" he started but was cut off.
"Just lay with me. I have trouble sleeping and I would like you to be here with me. Jean and Connie might make fun of you, and Pieck and Gabi may just stare at me with their wide, goddamn eyes, but I don't care. I love you." Annie said, nestling herself further into the down pillows and annoyingly-comfortable silk sheets.
Armin was relieved as he scooted to her side, slipping a comforting arm around her side and pulling her closer to him. This was the closest they'd ever been, and it was almost like he was dreaming. But it was her, and it was perfect.
"Goodnight Annie"
"Goodnight Armin"
Annie didn't experience any more insomnia that night, being held close by him. In the morning, others did stare, as they emerged from the suite together. Breakfast was a little awkward, as nothing was said between the old friends with kids in their presence. But it wasn't beyond either Armin nor Annie to quickly smile and look away when they caught each other's eyes, as they began the long task of making sense in a post-titan world.
Author's note: Hey guys, thank you for reading! This is the first time I've written something like this, so leave a review if you want to see more of this particular story, or more in general. But this is my first time, so be kind!