Erin and Jean contemplate their feelings for each other while they watch one another sleep

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Jean lay in bed quietly gazing at Erin's peaceful face as she slept. She was currently laid beside him curled up and lost to sleep. It was amazing how cute she could look compared to her usual moody self. You'd never think she was the same person in these brief moments.

Her soft yet rosy cheeks, her creamy skin, her stunning hidden green eyes, her soft dark brown hair tickling her cheeks and her long eyelashes. For all she had a potty mouth he truly had the most beautiful girlfriend he could ever ask for. Just looking at her made his heart jump into his throat.

God knows, Erin drove him up the wall half the time. She was loud, moody, spontaneous and quick to anger; but she was also caring, protective and playful; if not somewhat damaged. I mean after losing her mother in such a tragic and traumatic way.

Who the hell wouldn't have issues after experiencing something so awful at such a young age? Upon learning what she had endured, back when she told him as teens. He could understand her anger and attitude; anyone would be fucked up after such a thing.

But he loved Erin he really did; even with all her issues and all her irks and annoying traits. Though he never would have seen this happening when they were teenagers (he would have downright denied such a thing). But now as adults he was really happy by her side.

Though she teased him a little about liking guys by buying that sex toy; Erin had accepted him completely. They knew each other too well and would never dream of hurting the other. Just the very idea of Erin crying for whatever reason because of him made him feel sick to his stomach.

Because deep down despite their attitudes, cocky personality and anger. They were deeply emotional and complicated people. Two idiots in love as their friends appropriately named them. Though they fought about stupid shit and loved to rile each other up; they truly did care about each other.

The last time someone tried to mock or torment Jean she had broken the guys nose and just about beaten him to death. He had been forced to drag her out of the bar still kicking. He was surprised he hadn't taken any injuries himself out of the sheer force it took to hold her back.

Luckily the bar tender had completely understood and hadn't banned them from the bar. But he had asked that Erin would take her fights elsewhere so that other regulars could have some peace and quiet for once. She was pretty much infamous for her temper and ability to pick fights.

Eventually he had been able to calm her down from her rage though it had taken some time. When Erin was seriously mad there was no reasoning with her and you could only let it brew over. Though people would suggest calming her it would only make it worse; so it was best to just leave her be.

She had been that way since she was a kid and a teenager; even her childhood friends Mikasa and Armin could vouch for this. Of all of the people in their class; Erin had been by far the moodiest and the one with the worst temper. Many times had it gotten her into trouble at school.

While Mikasa herself had a less than pleasant temper; Erin wasn't labelled a bitch for no reason. But over time Jean had gotten used to it and sometimes found it rather cute. She even got annoyed at him when he smiled at her being moody; not because she was angry but because she was embarrassed about it.

Once she was in a calmer state of mind; he had then asked her if she was feeling better. Erin had hesitated but nodded but asked if he was ok, Jean had said yes; but asked if her fist hurt. However he was touched that she was so worried about his emotional state after a drunken asshole had confronted him about his sexuality.

He was more than used to people giving him shit for being bisexual by now. When he was a teenager he had lashed out more asking them why it was such a problem to them. But as he got older he stopped giving them a reaction to their endless and predictable questions.

He knew who he was and that he was attracted to both genders. He didn't need to prove himself to anyone and he didn't owe them any explanation as it was simple to understand. He was actually kind of amazed despite explaining it many times it still didn't sink into anyone's mind whatsoever.

Jean liked boys and girls equally; he liked having sex with both equally. He didn't need to choose and he didn't need to prove his attraction to either. If people didn't like it then they could go suck it. This was the way he was and he wasn't going to change.

Erin had allowed him to caress her sore hand gently despite it throbbing from the impact of the guy's face; it had been a bit red but not broken. In answer to his question she had said "Kind of" and she really hadn't been lying. She wasn't raging and she wasn't overly happy; she was in-between.

She was more than used to picking up battle wounds from past fights. God knows she and Jean had inflicted more than their fair share on each other back in their teens. Nowadays the only wounds they seemed to get was in the bedroom from being too rough with each other.

She didn't know why people were more lenient towards bisexual women than bisexual men. Maybe the appeal of slight lesbian action but that was it; but that wasn't good enough. Bisexuality wasn't limited to gender when it came to the individual; both men and women were capable of liking both genders.

But she would not tolerate people speaking to her boyfriend like shit. So, what if he liked guys; it didn't mean he wasn't capable of being a monogamist. She fucking hated the rumours and stereotypes. Why weren't people smart enough to figure it out already?

Why couldn't love just be love? Why did people have to assume anything about anyone who was LGBT? Why couldn't she and her bisexual boyfriend go anywhere without being given shit? They couldn't go anywhere without him being asked questions whatsoever.

Later they had gone home and cuddled a lot on their bed. Jean had thanked her for what she had done but asked that she not hurt herself again. She had promised him that she wouldn't and he knew she meant it; she wasn't the type to break promises to anyone.

Though Erin had sulked about it and cuddled him a lot; she was a woman of her word. When someone really pleaded with her not to do something she listened to them because she knew it would upset them otherwise and Jean was no exception in this case.

Erin really wasn't like other girls they had gone to school with. He knew all guys said that when they were in love but Erin really wasn't. She wasn't quite and docile or obedient, she was so much more wild and impulsive; never letting anyone change her.

She stayed the same no matter what anyone tried to do to change her. But he loved that; because it only made him love her more than he already did. Erin knew exactly who she was and was never afraid to show it; always making an impression on her friends and people she met.

He reached out with his hand to softly stroke her cheek enjoying the feeling against his fingers. He had no idea why women were so soft but it was a sensation he would never get tired of. Running his fingers over every inch of her skin as if she was made of the most fragile of any piece of art ever made.

He would never get tired of touching Erin; be it sexually or affectionately. He could never get enough of her and he couldn't imagine being as happy with anyone as he was her. She always kept him on his toes constantly unpredictable; so, full of never-ending surprises.

But he kind of loved that; because it was like every day was an adventure. He never knew what he was going to get with her. It was like playing a game you would never win but didn't care; because the outcome was always different.

She could be a moody bitch who pissed him off to the point he wanted to tear his hair out. She could be moody and affectionate; in the cutest possible way. Or she could just be needy and moody; which was his personal favourite.

Erin moaned softly at the sensation of his fingers caressing her cheek as she slept. All she felt as a soft tingle and it wasn't annoying just ticklish. Wondering where the odd sensation was coming from but didn't bat his hand away to stop him from doing so.

Her eyes scrunched a little and she curled up tighter in a ball but didn't wake up. Erin had always been a deep sleeper and wasn't easily woken by anything or anyone. However, she could easily wake up on her own which often confused him.

Jean felt himself smile a little as Erin moaned like that in her sleep. While he would be lying if he said it didn't sound a little sexy; it was by far still adorable. His own personal secret about her. Seeing her make such faces and sounds as she was lost to sweet dreams.

Though she wasn't aware of it right now. Erin did the cutest things when she was asleep. Her soft moans of peacefulness, her bed hair sticking to her face, the rise and fall of her chest and her expression as she slept.

Seeing her like this only made him fall in love with her all over again. 4 years into their relationship and seeing her sleeping so peacefully made his heart race all over again. Knowing she was his and this wasn't a dream or that she would vanish when he went to sleep.

He could feel the affection, adoration and love he felt for her growing stronger. The primal side of him making itself known in his desire to protect her and remain beside her. Not wanting to leave her side unless temporary; being apart from her for longer than that felt too lonely.

Though back when they were younger he had been obsessed with her sister Mikasa; now Jean couldn't imagine being with anyone but Erin. It was funny how the heart could change like that. Going from being so in love with someone else to realizing the one you loved was the person you would least expect.

It was funny how nobody ever saw this sort of thing coming for themselves. But love was funny like that; you couldn't control it any more than you could control the wind or the tide; love did as it wanted and you were just along for the ride.

Slowly he wrapped his arms around Erin gently; being careful not to wake her. He moved closer to her body gently and held her protectively against himself. His nose burying itself slightly in her chocolate brown locks. His body perfectly molded into hers; their bodies creating a warped sort of heart as they laid beside one another.

"Love you shithead" he muttered sleepily his tone affectionate. He gazed at her for as long as possible before he felt himself grow weary from exhaustion. He then closed his eyes quietly as he lost himself to the sweet surrender of sleep.

Around early morning

Erin opened her eyes sleepily as she was forced from her peaceful sleep. Her body reminding her of nature's call meaning she had to get up. God it was annoying how the body chose to remind you of bathroom needs at the worst of moments every now and again.

It was still very fucking early. The world was still asleep and the morning chorus hadn't even started. Nobody else in the world was awake unless you counted night shift staff at a drive thru, police station or hospital. She usually wouldn't be awake at this time but like she said before, nature calls.

As she became more aware of her surroundings and her sight became less blurry she realized she was being held tightly. She looked up and realized Jean had spooned her in his sleep without her realizing. His warm breath on her forehead blowing her fringe gently.

She could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he took a breath inwards and out. His heart beating against her face as she was pressed close to him like this; reminding her that he was still here. Strong, constant and fast; a healthy heartbeat to match his passionate heart.

Erin hummed fondly and smiled in amusement at their position; he was such a romantic dork but she loved him. Many times, had she woken up with Jean holding her like this. His arms wound around her in an inescapable position so she wouldn't be able to get away from him in a hurry.

His embrace reminding her she was safe and wanted. That he wasn't going anywhere and he would never leave her. That she could rely on him to stay and never regret the choice he made. His hugs always made her feel secure and chased away her worries, doubts and fears instantly.

She then smirked and pinched his nose fondly. He winced but didn't wake up; once he was out cold Jean could sleep through anything. It was the reason he slept in so much. Though she often god moody at him when she made plans; she loved indulging in watching him sleep like this.

"I need to pee jackass" she whispered quietly trying not to laugh. She then carefully removed his arm from her body and managed to wriggle out of his embrace and towards the edge of then bed. Though it hadn't been easy due to his firm grip on her waist.

Before escaping to the sanctuary of the bathroom to relieve her urges; she then took a quick gaze at her sleeping lover. His undercut now messy and his bed shirt riding up to reveal his forming abs; puberty was indeed doing its job well on Jean it the looks department.

Though she hadn't appreciated it much when they were younger; Jean was a really handsome guy. With his ash brown hair and hazel brown eyes; the fact that he was part French was an even bigger bonus. But then again he was even happier to be dating a German girl.

Jean may have been a big dork; but he was her big French dork. His ability to seduce her with his words, charm and adorkable asshole nature was more than she could ever ask for. Though they fought now and again; she truly did love him and all his odd quirks.

She then headed to the bathroom before she made a mess of her pajama's. God knows how much longer she could hold it standing around; she shouldn't have chugged all that water before bed. She certainly wouldn't be doing that again; hell no.

After

Jean woke to find the bed still warm but empty. He couldn't feel Erin beside him and he hadn't even been aware she had struggled out of his embrace. She was getting better at sneaking out of bed nowadays. He would have to put a tag on her or something so he knew where she was due to the silence.

Eventually he heard a toilet flush, the taps turn on and off and the bathroom door open. He then heard Erin sniff and yawn sleepily before closing the door again. Unbeknownst to other people Erin could be quite the slob behind closed doors but would completely deny it in front of other people.

She then padded sleepily back to the bedroom scratching her head and rubbing her eyes sleepily. She now felt relieved but was eager to return to the warmth of her bed. Now that she was no longer cuddles up with Jean she had realized how chilly it was; without body temperature you really noticed the difference.

As she reached the bedroom she was welcomed with a sleepy looking but pouty Jean lying in bed. Making it obvious he wasn't happy that she had slipped out of bed without him knowing. He could be such a big baby sometimes that she couldn't help but want to burst out laughing.

She smirked at his expression "Who knew you were capable of acting like such a big kid Kirstein" she teased playfully. He was such an idiot; but he was her idiot. Nobody else could make her smile over so many stupid things; Jean truly was the person she was supposed to be with.

"Just shut up and get into bed already" Jean retorted sharply. He missed having her beside him damn it. It was cold in bed without her. But he was not about to admit he had been lonely in the brief period she was gone; especially when he was half asleep.

Erin snorted and padded over to the bed and climbed into the sheets with him. She hummed pleasantly as she once again became comfortable next to him. In response he wound his arm back around her into the original position it had been before she left.

"Night horse face" she said sleepily. Even after all these years she still called him that. But instead of out of being cruel; she said it out of affection. Her words no longer carrying the venom that it once had back when they were teenagers.

"Sweet dreams shit-stain" Jean replied sleepily a hint of amusement in his tone. Yep, he still loved her; no doubt about it.