Tumblr NSFW Prompt: In a public place, or eren gets handy from annie ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Heat

One. Two. Three. Four. Duck. Swing. Block. Counter. Duck. Counter. Swing—"Fuck!"

Jaeger heaved, scrambling to pick himself up from the impact of Annie's knee jamming into his gut. He stood half-way, but a cough had him doubling over, wrapping arms around his bare stomach, and hissing out another curse. Annie delicately placed her foot down with all the grace of a dancer, cocking an eyebrow at him, scrutinizing his behavior, his faults and his inability to do anything the right way. Which to her, was just another nuance of saying Annie's way.

"You left yourself open, that's why you got hit." She ridiculed him, tucking strands of blonde behind her ear. "Never leave an opening, even when you believe you've got an advantage."

Eren's response was to spit phlegm onto the dirt, he tried to glare at her; but only managed a shifty-eyed squint since the sun was beaming its harsh rays down onto his face. Shadis picked the hottest day for field training, as always, he just loved watching them all suffer. Eren scoffed, still wounded breathless from Annie's kick. "You're impossible."

"Not impossible." She panted, equally out of breath. "Observant, more likely."

Ever observant Annie. Eren rolled his eyes, "That's why you're impossible."

"It's not that hard to read your opponent, Jaeger." She was mocking him again. With one hand on her cocked hip; she stood at a mere five-feet, but he always felt like the smaller one under that wintry gaze of hers, even as she stepped in closer, having to crane her neck to look him in the eye.

"Patience, and discipline, Jaeger." She enunciated each word, "That's what you're lacking, maybe practice that more, and you'll have the slightest chance of defeating me."

Being this close to her without engaging in combat; Eren could now see the perspiration beading on her hairline, how low her bun sagged onto the nape of her neck, and how flushed her usually colorless complexion seemed. A faint rosy pink dusting across the bridge of her nose, tanning both of her cheeks and her shoulders.

It looked almost as if she were, blushing. Such an outlandish emotion he knew a girl like Annie Leonhardt would never show. But this heat wave was making him all to dizzy, and he began to take more of Annie into account…like how prettier she appeared when touched by the sun. It didn't help that she had discarded her beloved hood, as well their uniform jacket.

Yes. He was sparring Annie Leonhardt shirtless, while she trained him in an under shirt that bared more of her toned stomach than his over baked brain could handle. But he handled it. For the sake of pursuing his desire to learn from the taciturn blonde. Goddesses only knew how much he was going to handle today.

"Hah," He huffed, "I have a better chance of defeating Mikasa than." He attempted to lock eyes with her, but she was quite literally right under his nose, so he just rested his attention to the crown of her head, besides if he lowered his chin anymore, he wouldn't even be looking down at her face, nor would he be considered a decent gentleman.

Annie's icy stare narrowed imperceptibly, a tick that came whenever Mikasa Ackerman was mentioned within her vicinity. "You have a better chance of defeating Armin, perhaps." She folded her arms under her chest, and that made everything difficult because her breasts were pushed into his view. Jaeger had the respect to avert his eyes, quickly.

"Uh-huh, yeah." A cough. He took a step back, it was far too humid for them to be standing that close anyway; he could hardly handle his own body heat, let alone another person's body heat radiating onto his own.

His mind chose to screw him over then, because now a frivolous image was shoved to the fore front of his brain. Body heat…Sharing body heat…Sharing body heat with Annie Leonhardt. Oh fuck.

Eren swallowed; his throat parched, and his chest heaving with sweat, his entire back covered in dirt, and sand. He needed to leave, dunk his head in a bucket of ice maybe; but Annie had already noticed. She perked an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side. "Is something wrong Jaeger?"

Yes! "Nah," He shrugged nonchalantly, "Just thirsty, I think I'm gonna' get some water and—uh I…I think I'm done for the day too, actually." Annie regarded him with a skeptic stare, giving him a once over that left him feeling a little more than naked. "…Alright." She sighed.

He gave a weak smile, and a thumb up, then he ambled over to pick up his dusty shirt from their pile of clothes tossed off to the side. His uniform jacket and shirt was tucked underneath her white hood, so it prevented her clothes from getting dirty. Sneaky one, she was.

He was just about to shake it off, when a small pale hand snatched the garment from him, Eren startled, looking down to meet Annie, who was flapping invisible dust specs from her hood. He thought she was insane to want to wear that heavy thing again; but then she took the hood by the sleeves, tying it around her waist, so the back hung off her behind. Now that was a look she pulled off well.

In his head Eren thought, damn. But outside, he just openly stared, mouth slightly agape, shirt slipping from his hands. Annie had to snap her fingers in his face to jolt him back to reality.

He blinked slowly, "Huh?"

"Come on, Jaeger, let's get some water in you before you die of dehydration." She touched his elbow lightly, and his attention was thrown to that one tiny touch, he wobbled when she tried to push him toward the Girls Barracks; two water pumps were available near the back, as the boys were out of service.

It just threw him off guard, or off his metaphorical horse, as he was already far thrown off his guard. He wasn't even on guard to begin with. Eren was aware of the fact that Annie did not like being touched; and she did not just go around touching anybody, her hands were either hidden in the pockets of her hood, clenched in a fist, or planted on her hips. Casual touching was not a thing for her, it was forbidden as smiling was to the blonde. And yet, she had her hand on his elbow, guiding him into the cool shade, behind the Girl's barracks. She was touching him.

"You're touching me…"

If Annie heard his indistinct mumble, she gave no indication that she did. She dropped his arm, and started to crank the rusty old handle of the water pump, grunting as tried to push every drop of water into the bucket below. Eren was left leaning against dry wood, goose bumps went up his forearms; and he realized than that he had yet to put his shirt on. He wondered if anybody noticed Annie taking him away somewhere… both being in an out-of-dress-code state. It would certainly be an immediate punishment from Shadis, should he discover them. And any trainees who did see were going to spread gossip, because that's just how other teenagers were. Nosy, and annoying.

Well, who cares. Eren threw his shirt over one shoulder, slumping against the wall of the barracks, the woodchips dug painfully into his back, but it was nothing to him by now. Besides, that little bit of pain distracted him from staring blatantly at Annie's biceps as she pumped away.

Athletic, small and pretty, and smart. His brain was practically singing a tune to it. Why? Why now? Eren swiped sweat off his brow,swallowing wasn't in the right mind. Annie was so usually scary to him. It had to be the heat, the heat! Suddenly a bucket was shoved right under his face, water sloshed onto his chin.

Annie was there holding it up to him like an offering, "Drink." Was all she said.

"All of it?" Eren took the bucket from her, Annie shook her head. "Leave some for me too."

So he did. He drank from the bucket—that he prayed to the three goddesses was clean—and once he got his fill, and his throat wasn't feeling scratchy or raw, he passed the bucket to her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled when she finished drinking the last bit of water. "Thanks for that."

"Hm," Annie made a little noise, placing the bucket down to her side, "Yeah, you don't look so well, I figured you needed a break."

"You figured?" Eren snorted, now feeling a tad more refreshed. "You don't look like you're at one hundred percent either, y'know."

Annie cocked her head to the side, "I don't?"

"No, of course not." Eren pushed off the wall, stepping into her space, like she had done. "I mean look at you," His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the exposed skin of her shoulder, "You're all red."

Her robin egg blue eyes briefly glanced to his hand, and Eren knew he was crossing the line there. But she didn't comment on it, or shrug his hand off. She just…stared, rather curiously at him. Not a hint of disgust, or anger evident on her flushed face. So, he gathered up all of his Jaeger confidence, and took it a step further.

"You're always over-exerting yourself Annie." Eren mused, and with his unusual soft voice came the feather light touch of his fingers tracing the curve of her shoulder, skin reddened just like he said, he was careful not to press the pads of his fingers against her skin too roughly…she was touch sensitive, he knew that too. He didn't want to scare her away.

"Maybe," He rasped, because his throat was suddenly feeling so dry again. But he wanted to sound cocky. "Maybe you're the one who needs patience, and discipline?"

His fingers rested on the pulse line of her neck, her skin was warm there; well it was everywhere especially, but there, it felt like the blood beneath her flesh was boiling. For some reason…that excited him. Eren parted his lips, going to say something, but not a word came out. So he tried for her name.

"Annie?" She wasn't saying anything, in fact she hadn't moved at all, frozen like a statue of porcelain underneath his palm, her blonde fringes shrouded her eyes. Eren took that as a bad sign, he deflated, feeling his ego shatter at his feet, and with it, something else equally fragile.

He dropped his hand, backing away from her. "I'm sorry...I didn't— I'm sorry."

He hoped she would forgive him. But the sentence hissed out of her clenched teeth spoke other volumes.

"Just, who do you think you are, Jaeger?" Her wintry gaze snapped up to meet his again; and—goddesses—it was a burning, smoldering gaze. The ice had melted away, revealing a burning heat. Fuck. He wanted to get burned. This heat wave was not doing him justice.

"Huh?" She pushed at him, hard. "Huh?!" She pushed him until his back slammed against the wall of the girl's barracks. He grunted from the impact, his shirt slid from his shoulder onto the ground. From within the barracks came muffled sounds; feminine exclamations of 'What was that?' and 'Where'd that noise come from?'.

Why were the other Trainee girls back so early? He should be worried they heard; but he was far too busy entertaining the seething blonde in front of him; the blonde whose piercing eyes said she wanted to eat him alive. Whose hands were currently running down his chest, blunt nails raking down his abs and down, down, down…Until he heard the pop of a button. He nearly lost his breath. Holy Shit.

Oh sweet Maria. Eren closed his eyes. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. It's a hallucination! The heat wave had finally breached his mind, and he was going insane!

"…Eren, hey, hey." Two small hands reached up, gently grabbed his face, and tugged him until he felt the ghost of her breath on his lips. Oh. He peeled open his eyes, and they were met with a stormy simmering blue. How beautiful.

"Are you," Annie licked her lips thoughtfully, and he mirrored the action, both gazes were drawn to each other's mouths, "Are you okay…with this?" She brushed her finger tentatively across his waistline.

Oh. She was asking him permission…And here he thought chivalry was dead. Well, since they had already gone this far; he answered with quite a simple response. He kissed her.

It was just a plant of the lips. A simple peck, the same way Franz and Hannah would kiss in public. It was quick, but when he pulled away, he saw it wasn't enough. For neither of them. No. He yearned for her; and Annie could be a very greedy person, she cupped his face in her hands and pressed her body flush against his, and her lips, tinted a bright pink, sought his once more.

Goddesses. His brain was turning to mush. Her lips were full, and wet, and pliant against his own hungry kisses. He felt light-headed, resting his russet hands on her pale naked waist, he wanted to kiss her there, too. He wanted to kiss her everywhere. A tingling sensation racked his nerves, heat flowing into his body; her own heat. Eren knew he was not going to be satisfied with just kissing. No. He wanted to touch her too. He wanted—he craved her hands on him, her pretty petite hands, calloused from fighting, but still so dainty. So very Annie.

She nipped at his bottom lip; and while he groaned, distracted from her assault; one of her hands disappeared from his face, and was snaking down his stomach, dipping into the waistline of his uniform pants; still, not quite touching him, but teasing him. Her lithe fingers leaving a searing touch wherever they trailed; right across the bulge of his undershorts. A soft gasp left his lips, and she licked his parted mouth, then grinned, so coyly, it made his innards twist into a wretched knot. She slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his undershorts, tugging them down some, freeing him from its confines; he hissed as her fingers closed around his length.

"Ah." Her hand other hand caressed his jaw, before joining the other one in tormenting him. Eren buried his face into the crooked of her neck, panting heavily, he was coiled so tightly around her. Her body heat, and scent over coming him. Fresh Lemons, sun, and earth, and sweat. That was all her. Now it was all of him too.

He cussed once, whining into her shoulder, as her thumb slid over the tip of him; slick with his own liquid. Her eyes were closed as she worked him, humming sweetly against his collar bone. "Shush." She nuzzled his jaw, he could feel her lips quirk up against his burning skin. "They'll hear us…is that what you want Jaeger, hm?

The other trainee girls. Eren gulped audibly, he'd forgotten all about them. They were dismissed to the barracks early. Which meant that Mikasa could be among them! He bit into the plush of his bottom lip, groaning low in his throat. Or Christa…or Sasha, or Mina, or any girl who bothered to get to know him. The boys would be getting dismissed soon too…they'll all have to use the water pump. What if one of them saw him and Annie—!

"You're twitching." She licked a hot stripe up his neck, grasping him a bit harder than before. He choked on his spit. "You're not thinking about other girls…when I'm right here, Are you?

"Ah—nah, n-no. No." His breath grew ragged; shortening to little hot puffs blowing onto Annie's nape, making her loose blonde tendrils flutter bewitchingly in the air. Eren swallowed, shakily raising a hand from her waist, he reached up, and tugged the clip from her hair free, throwing it off to the side. He felt triumphant when she growled against his throat, and then a hot flash of pleasure coursed down his spine as she sunk her teeth into his shoulder.

"Oh, fuck." She was killing him. He was so close. He felt like he was going to combust; he felt too tight in his own skin, too itchy, too raw, he gave a few restrained thrusts into her palm, muttering nonsense into the shell of her ear. His breathing hot and erratic. He didn't even know what he was saying,

"Please, please, please…"

Eren fisted his hand into the strands of Annie's silver blonde hair, bringing her closer to him. Knee's bowed, and legs trembling; sweat rolling down his temple. Rising to his peak, her name left his lips in sigh that sounded like a prayer; and he spilled into her clenched fist.

"Shhh…It's alright." Annie cooed, the warmth of her hands left him, and he breathed a little easier. He couldn't move than, not after a racking bodily sensation such as that. Goddesses have mercy on him.

"Eren?" Annie untangled herself from his hold, just enough to look him in the eyes. Every inch of her exposed skin was tinted pink, such a pretty color for her, she looked so lively this way. Frazzled light hair, and sun-kissed skin, little pants coming from her parted rosy lips.

She was staring at him, a serene blanket of warmth in her curious blue gaze. Eren was struck dumb. He could only stare back, still stuck in his hazy after bliss.

"Um," She averted his eyes, shyly. "So…that was good?"

The wiring of his brain zapped the life back into him, he blinked, the shine of awareness coming back into his teal eyes. Where was he again? Oh. Right.

"Holy shit, Annie." Eren shook his head, eyes rounded in disbelief. "Holy shit."

"Is that a yes?"

"Your hands are magic."

She shrugged, wiping her hands on her undershirt, the corners of her lips quirked in the barest hint of a smile. A real genuine smile. Eren's heart lurched into his throat, he swallowed it back down. He really fucking liked her. He laughed. So suddenly overcome with elation, and he leaned down to gather her in his arms. Annie wriggled in his embrace, putting a hand on his sweaty chest.

"Eren, wait, your pants are still—"

"WOAH!"

Both trainees jumped out of their skin; jerking away from each other so quick as if scalding water had been poured between them. The two stared at the fellow trainee who blinked owlishly at them; and, very, very slowly started backing away.

"Connie!" Eren faced the smaller boy, but failed to notice his disheveled state of dress—that being front of his pristine white pants popped open, slung low on his hips, and the very obvious stain of his undershorts…In full view.

"Oh." Connie put a hand over his mouth. "Y-you, you guys were…"

"It's not what it looks like!" Eren stressed, but it was too late for that. Annie pushed him behind her, to save him from making even more of a fool of himself.

"Don't. Say. A word." Her eyes, and threatening tone pierced through the poor boy; Connie swallowed, backing up so far, Eren swore he probably saw Annie as an actual predator. He nodded frantically, putting his hands up.

"O-okay, okay! I won't. I swear, Cross my heart!" Connie made messy zig-zag motion over his chest.

That's not a cross. Eren thought, but it seemed to satisfy Annie. She gave jerk of her chin. "Beat it bald boy." Connie backed another two steps, and then ran; Eren believed the other trainees might think titans have been lurking behind the Girl's barracks with how crazily fast he took off.

He watched Connie go. And then, remembered his pants. He pulled them up, and buttoned himself. Feeling out of place.

"Ugh, I need a change of under wear."

Annie came around to his side, holding his shirt…She was wiping her hands on?!

"Hey!" He snatched his shirt from her, "What the hell?!"

"Oh what?" She scoffed, an odd mischievous glint in her eye, a new side of her he hadn't seen yet. "You dirtied mine, it's only fair." She patted his thigh, and sauntered to over the water pump, to fetch more water for them both.

Well. Eren sighed. At least his thirst was quenched.