A/N: Hey! Back at it again, are we? Chapter 2 has arrived! This story from here on with contain suggestive themes, and certain parts will be for mature audiences only. 18, but those sections will have full warnings when needed. For now, enjoy the story!

Porco stepped out of the war room. He hated that dreaded room. That damn war room. It would be the death of him, even if he tried to stay away from it. It was his job, after all. He brushed his hand through his hair, running it back. Zeke and Reiner walked out after him, continuing to discuss the plans they had put in place not but minutes before. Porco hadn't really been listening much, nor did he much care.

The pair came to a halt next to him, and leaned over the balcony alongside him. "What are you thinking, Galliard?" Zeke asked him.

Porco snapped back to reality at the mention of his name. "What? Oh, uh, just thinking about som-" Porco stuttered through his sentence.

"About the plans, Galliard." Reiner had a feeling that Porco had something else on his mind. Or someone. He had been awfully quiet during the meeting, more so than usual. "Not who."

Porco's face turned red. "W-what? What are you talking about, Reiner?" Galliard turned to Zeke. "I think the plans are very interesting and will take effort to accomplish."

"So you weren't listening. Got it." Zeke chuckled to himself. "It's not a big deal. Those war meetings are nothing but big words spoken by little men. Damn generals won't get their hands dirty."

The war room door opened again, this time a lighter step came out. A softer presence. The light symphony of her voice graced the hallway that they stood in. "OHAYO POKKO!" Pieck skipped over Zeke and embraced Porco from behind. "You weren't listening? I can't believe you."

Porco gasped at the sudden embrace, her arms around him locked tightly. He tried to turn around, with little success. Pieck laughed as she buried her face into his back.

Zeke let out a small chuckle, "Pokko?" And was met with a deathly glare from the Jaw. He stopped his laughter and looked to Reiner, who was also holding back. The pair understood this was no longer their conversation.

"I think we ought to be off. We'll see each other later, warriors." Zeke and Reiner walked away from the two, continuing to talk about the ever boring plans. Porco didn't like their plans, as per usual. They valued the lives of the shifters too little, but him and Pieck on the line too much. Even Reiner had suffered nearly critical injuries before Bertholdt blew the base sky high. Pieck, luckily, had her metal armor to help resist the oncoming fire, but she also lacked hardening abilities that the other shifters had.

"Pokko, you really should pay more attention during war meetings. It could help you on the battlefield. You'd know what we are going to do before the actual execution of the plans." Pieck was speaking nothing but the truth, but Porco had heard her say it numerous times before, and this time was no different.

"Their plans are stupid, Pieck, and you know it too. They risk our lives too much and too often. We're so valuable to them until they see guns pointed anywhere in their general direction, at which point they'll lose any of us before they protect themselves." Porco ranted to her. Pieck's eyes blinked slowly as he continued, "In all honesty, I don't know how much longer I can do these-"

"Stop talking so much, Pock. You sound like the war meeting we just left." Pieck began to walk back to the their apartment complex. "Let's go back to my room. It's quieter there." She motioned for Galliard to follow, and so he did. Some could say he followed her around like a stray dog, some could say he was just loyal. Whatever they said, Porco didn't care much. He was just happy to be around her more often these days.

"What are we going to do back at your apartment? Why not go to the festival? This doesn't happen every day, y'know?" Porco was slightly nervous for her answer. She continued her pace, unaltered by his suggestions.

"Festivals are loud. Besides, we can go later, when it's quieter. When there aren't as many people around, and we can just do whatever without waiting for others in our way. Just come with me, unless you don't want to." Pieck knew that wasn't a problem. They both knew. And they both knew that this could only end in a few ways, and one was hanging in both of their minds.

Porco hastened his pace to keep up with Pieck as they ascended the flights of stairs up to her dormitory. She got to her room, unlocking it and stepping in, and let Porco walk past her. He removed his shoes, and sat down onto the couch. It was a small but comforting place for Pieck. The floors were all carpeted, for obvious reasons. It was no secret that Pieck preferred crawling quadruped over standing straight up, but simply did it because of her public image. The whole place smelled of her. The cherry blosoms and sweet citrus pranced around him as Pieck sat down onto the couch right next to him, looking at him.

"Pock?" Pieck spoke his name, softer than usual.

"Hai?"

"Come here." Pieck crawled on top of him, and locked her lips around his. She claimed him. Porco's eyes shot wide open, and he nearly slapped himself to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Pieck slid her toungue against his lips, asking for entrance, which was granted almost instantly. Porco felt Pieck relax onto him, adjusting herself so she was comfortable in his lap.

Porco gently pushed away from her, their lips dislodging, leaving them both breathless. "Pieck? Are you sure about this? I-" Pieck slammed her lips back onto his, pulling only about an inch away afterwards.

"Shut up, Pock." Pieck's breath was hot against his skin. "Unless you don't want to."

Porco wanted to, God he wanted to! He had been dying for this for longer than he could remember, and couldn't help but put his hand on the back of her head. He pressed them together one last time before he stood. His member pressed hard against his pants, and he pulled his shirt down to hide it from her. "I really should get cleaned up. Just let me use the bathr-" Porco slammed his knee against the coffee table side, sending him dropping down to the ground, propelled face-first into the hard floor.

SLAM!

Porco let out a small scream as he felt him most precious parts being crushed beneath his weight. He rolled onto his side and crawled up into a ball, as Pieck dashed over to him.

"Pock! Are you okay? Let me help!" Pieck rolled him onto his side, revealing his erection through his pants.

Pretty good, I hope! I'm trying to focus on extended dialogue scenes, but also better sexual scenes. Let's see how I do next chapter!