Sasha couldn't exactly say when this whole thing had started, maybe it was two years ago when his silhouette caught her eye in the mess hall right before they left for Shiganshina, or perhaps it was during the ceremony afterwards, where he shifted into a vacant shell of his former self. Maybe it was somewhere along those two years that had led up to the present moment. All she knew was that their relationship had grown beyond easy categorization, beyond being simple acquaintances or just comrades from the same division.
"For the sake of all Eldians, whose existence is threatened-" Commander Hange began to speak, before being cut off by other officers.
"Absurd, I don't even want to hear it!"
"He's the beast titan! He turned the people of Ragako into titans and incited a panic! This is the same person who nearly annihilated the scouts!"
Sasha sat in the back rows of the war room meeting in Stohess' military headquarters, listening to their higher ups discussing the matter of their potential cooperation with the beast titan. Sasha cast a curious glance to her left where he sat between her and Connie. This topic was just as important to him as it was for Connie, after all, Zeke Yeager had taken so much from the both of them. She saw the subtle ways in which his eyes glinted with worry, the frown that marred his features, he wasn't quite the same since that day, so no doubt hearing that they may have to work with the man who killed his friends and murdered dozens more around him wasn't an easy thought to digest.
She could only imagine what might be going through his mind back then in that room.
A memory surfaced to the front of her mind. Following an arduous day's labor, he had given her an additional plate of food, a gesture she secretly cherished. Some misconstrued this act as a subtle overture, imbuing it with unwarranted significance. Sasha, however, dismissed such notions with a derisive snort, a sentiment that persisted even now, it wasn't his nature to engage in such romantic posturing.
"Hey, want extras?"
She sent him a grateful smile. "There's still servings left? Don't mind if I do! Hehehe! Thanks a bunch!" She took the plate off his hands and began digging into it, the other scouts at the table watching the interaction with intrigue.
"Something about this feels awfully familiar." Connie commented, turning to Jean.
"Who cares?" Jean said, before the two shrugged and went back to their meals.
Sasha prided herself on a discerning eye, honed through the years of her time spent out in the wild, memorized beat by beat. Intuition distinguished a proficient hunter from a lackluster one. She perceived with clarity what eluded the gaze of others, who faltered in unraveling the subtle threads of that simple platonic act. It wasn't affection; it was efficiency.
His focus unwaveringly fixed on the morrow, and what he needed to be doing efficiently for every tick of the clock. Anything beyond that appeared superfluous to him. Anything that didn't pertain to Eldia and her progress was of no use to him, often met with derisiveness and dismissal. Some words escaped his lips for those he held in contempt, meticulously chosen to burrow beneath their skin, followed by a sardonic smirk that bespoke a cruel satisfaction.
The scouts, Marleyans, and willing volunteers toiled diligently in the construction of the southern port. In a matter of weeks, this site would host its first diplomatic visit from a foreign nation. Sasha took shelter from the harsh sun to catch her breath, a fleeting contemplation crossed her mind—why were these construction tasks predominantly entrusted to the survey corps? Weren't there civilians within the walls with idle time on their hands? Dismissing the thought, she reflected on the upside. They were compensated generously now, and more funds translated to better meals.
The waft of an enticing aroma reached Sasha's nostrils, interesting her toward the tent where their captive, Niccolo, was conjuring yet another tantalizing Marleyan sea chicken recipe. As she approached to investigate it, however, she stumbled upon an intriguing scene.
He stood in the open, his attention fixed on something in the distance. Drawing nearer, Sasha discerned the focal point of his gaze. A pair of Marleyan prisoners struggled with a notably hefty crate, while Mikasa nonchalantly strode beside them, effortlessly carrying two identical crates. In an unfortunate mishap, one man stumbled, inadvertently dropping the crate, its contents spilling and landing on another man's foot. The ensuing chorus of pain elicited a chuckle from him, finding amusement in their misfortune.
"Hey, that wasn't funny at all, they could be seriously hurt over there."
"So?" He raised a brow.
She was taken aback. "What do ya mean, 'so'?"
"They're the enemy, why would you feel sorry for them?"
She frowned. "They're not our enemy now."
"They're prisoners of war. And only because we bested them, had the tables turned they'd be laughing at us instead."
"And you think it's fine to stoop down to their level then? Shouldn't we be better than that to prove them wrong about us?"
He grit his teeth, suddenly feeling all the fun sucked out of him. "Tsk, whatever."
She remembered a time where he used to be lively, where his smugness stemmed from a naïve outlook on the world around him, during a time where one of his greatest troubles was a headache from one of Jean and Eren's usual antics early in the morning. She realized the boy she vaguely remembered had been brutally murdered and replaced by someone far more jaded, a product of the environment he was thrust into.
"Yo! What're you lot up to?"
"Oh, hey ya guys!"
"Hey to you too, Sasha." Floch grinned back at her.
A younger Sasha Blouse looked up to greet the newcomers. She, along with Connie, Jean, and Marco, occupied an empty classroom at their training camp, engaged in a lively card game. Floch, along with his two friends whom their names escaped her memory, joined them at the table to observe. Jean offered a casual wave as the boy sat next to him and leaned in closer to peek at the cards.
"Oooh today is not your day, Connie," Floch smirked knowingly. Jean mirrored the expression before playing his next card.
"You gotta be- Dammit!" Connie exclaimed, throwing his cards against the table, eliciting laughter from the group.
Sasha briefly glanced at the side of Floch's face, and he quickly caught her staring. He responded with a quick wink before looking away. She smiled politely at the playful exchange before her attention went elsewhere. That had been ages ago now, it was one of her earliest memories of him.
She remembered him once pull out his pocket watch during a casual outing with the volunteers, held in the wake of completing the island's railway system, treating the entire thing as a waste of his time. She observed how it had become a symbol of his fixation. This misguided devotion to duty, as he perceived it, contradicted everything she championed. It came across to her as ironic that he could be so resolute in serving Eldia yet cannot take the time to appreciate it for once, always glancing at that stupid watch.
All because doing so would be an inefficient use of his time.
"Is there something wrong, Blouse?"
He approached her towards the end of that night, having caught her staring multiple times. The man looked down at her impassively, as she searched for something within those cold eyes, anything. He clearly doesn't know what to make of her staring at him like this in silence for so long.
"What do you mean?"
"You've been staring at me all night. What's up with that?"
"Oh, I was? My bad!" She looked sheepishly at him, the unimpressed boy watched her strike a thinking pose, before giving him a scrutinizing look. "Maybe there is somethin' wrong, I'll figure it out one day."
It then dawned on her It was his way of coping with the void left behind by Shiganshina. She saw him for the vulnerable man that he was. It was that little crack in the wall that had altered her perception of him, unbeknownst to her, that insignificant moment she captured by accident would propel her beyond a point of return.
She set out to become a better friend to him, to drag him out of that shell, in her own endearing way. He was akin to a wild beast out in the forest, and she intended to tame him.
"Do you really have to go the same way as me? Dauper is literally in the opposite direction."
Sasha happily nodded as the two rode on horseback through the lively streets of Ehrmich district nearing the gate. Days like this were rare occasions when they received time off from work to spend it with their families.
"Yup! I already told ya, I'm gonna figure you out one way or another! Besides, I need to stop by Connie in Ragako, he's comin' back home with me!"
He scoffed. "Whatever, just try to keep up. If you get left behind, that's not my problem, Blouse."
"Hey, that's rude, why do ya not call me by my name anymore?" Sasha whined, only to be met with a blank stare.
"That is your name."
"That's not what I meant and ya know it! Ya don't call Jean, Kirstein, do ya?"
He groaned and rolled his eyes, facing away to focus on the road. Sasha looked briefly disappointed but decided against pressing further.
Still, It was endearing hearing him say that, almost as if he forgot her ranking and her background before joining the military. The two quietly continued on their way beyond wall Sina until they reached a crossroads. They slowed down, and the two exchanged glances. "Well, looks like this is where we part ways! Take care!"
"Right, later Blouse."
Sasha pouted as she watched his retreating form, then sighed and resumed her journey home. Would it have killed him to be a little nicer? No matter, he'll come around eventually, She was sure of it. He resisted plenty of times but eventually she managed to reach a point where he wouldn't outright dismiss her presence, and that made her feel proud, baby steps.
The next time she saw him was a week later, where their group was stationed right outside the military headquarters in Stohess while their commander as well as Eren and Mikasa were inside handling a few negotiations with the Azumabito. As usual, he sat quietly next to their group out in the courtyard, and for her it was another opportunity in her epic hunt to subdue the beast.
"Lovely day today isn't it? The sun is out, the birds are chripin', the weather's nice!" She began, casting a shadow over him.
He stared up at her then shrugged, pulling out his pocket watch to check the time. "I suppose it beats having to stand out in the rain."
She smiled at that, smelling the scent of progress. "So, how was your time back in Trost, anyway?"
He made a face, making her raise a brow. "I'd rather... not talk about it."
"Oh, come on!"
"I insist."
"It can't be that bad can it?" She tilted her head with a frown, leaning forward and close to his face.
His brows knitted at the proximity before sighing. "Let's just say I won't be attending family dinners anytime soon."
Her features softened, as she took a seat on the bench next to him. "Oh I see, I get it."
"You do?"
"I've gone through something similar before joining the military. Trust me, at first you'll feel like ya never really want to see them again, but with enough time both of ya will come around and set your differences aside. Maybe even understand the other's point of view."
He turned his gaze away and to the surrounding buildings. "Hypothetically speaking, what if I'm the one at fault?"
"I'm sure they won't hold it against ya, ya're their son."
She could have sworn she saw the corner of his lip pull ever so slightly, but she couldn't be too sure.
"Thanks, Blouse."
"Ya're welcome!"
By the time the next opportunity arose, Sasha had reached a new milestone, she had gotten him to agree to join one of their rare unofficial outings as a group. Which earned the pair strange looks from Connie, Jean and the rest. Even Eren who rarely involved himself couldn't help but look on with intrigue. Of course this prompted him to leave early a couple of times, but it was her persistence which thwarted such futile attempts.
Before long, both had succumbed to the tavern's libations.
There was a remarkable improvement in his demeanor—the gradual departure of the metaphorical stick from his ass, conversations surpassing the usual brevity. Laughter becoming the norm as one of her silly jokes resonated with him, witnessing a rare genuine smile break through his inebriated state. It was at that point that Sasha realized she might prefer him drunk; he was certainly more manageable that way.
Slowly but surely, the hunter would prevail, and the beast will have no choice but yield.
The distance lessened between them and the outside world became inconsequential. She was growing bored with hearing him rant about local politics and bureaucracy so her mind drifted elsewhere; she fixated on the subtle contact of their thighs, his lips gaining an alluring magnetism, she wondered if she'd be able to tolerate the taste of alcohol on his tongue.
Heat rushed to Sasha's face at that last thought, and she shook her head to banish them away, taking another sip from her cup to distract herself before Mikasa grabbed her attention. About fifteen minutes later, Sasha realized she had been so engrossed in her chat with Mikasa and Armin that she lost track of him within the tavern. She quickly excused herself and hurried to search for him, eventually finding herself outside.
There, she discovered him across the street, leaning on the concrete railing with a cup of ale beside him. There were a couple of people scattered around but it was otherwise peaceful. She quietly joined his side, and he spared her a small glance before resuming his admiration of the night sky. The two fell into a comfortable silence, their eyes wandering toward the stars.
It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that he spoke up. "Why do all of this?"
Sasha gently lowered the cup of ale from her lips. "Hmm?"
His gaze dipped momentarily, a touch of pensiveness coloring his expression. Eventually, he raised his head with curiosity. "Trailing me all day, pushing yourself to speak with me at every opportunity the last few months... why?"
Sasha pondered for a moment, her finger delicately tapping the side of her chin as she crossed her arms. "Must there be a specific reason for that? Isn't this what friends are supposed to do?"
His brows knitted, before releasing a brief chuckle laced with ridicule. "Seriously? That's the best rationale you could conjure? You're a shitty liar, Blouse."
"Well, why do ya think I'm doin' all of this then?"
He lazily glanced at her from the side. "If I were to hazard a guess... Are you bored?"
"Hey! Cut me some slack; I'm tryin' to be a supportive friend here!"
"Perhaps, that's the crux of it then—to derive a sense of self-satisfaction?"
Sasha's mouth hung ajar for a moment before she shook her head, fixing him with a glare. "No, ya idiot! Don't put words in my mouth!"
"Then why do you care? We're not 'friends' are we? I barely know anything about you and vice versa. Yet you're so persistent..."
"It's because ya're so isolated, always glancin' down at that stupid watch. Sure, we may not know a lot about each other but does that mean we shouldn't get to? I see what ya're like when ya think no one's lookin', I want to get to know that version of you better because to me ya're more than just Garrison leftovers, and I'm just... hopin' you'd let me lend an ear ya know? Ya deserve that much at least."
Sasha worried she might have freaked him out, so she quickly turned to explain herself better. "I- I hope that wasn't too weird, I was jus-"
She paused as she took in his appearance, he looked stunned by the admission which he tried to mask by taking a substantial gulp of ale. A fit of coughing ensued before the final few coughs transformed into amused chuckles. He wiped his lips as he shot her an entertained sidelong glance. "Aren't you just full of surprises? How the hell do you still remember something trivial I said and from two years ago no less..."
"Well.. Nothin' about ya is trivial..." She muttered, her face flushing a little.
He turned away, his cheeks dusting pink. "Don't say stupid shit like that... Besides, save your pity for someone else,"
She frowned. "This isn't pity."
He gave a disdainful click of his tongue. "Whatever you say, It's already bad enough dealing with commander Hange as it is."
He pulled out his pocket watch, a habitual distraction, then noticed Sasha eyeing him with annoyance. Frustration bubbled up in her and suddenly, her hand darted out, snatching the watch and catching him off guard. Holding it out of his reach behind her back, she faced him, their expressions a clash of wills.
"Why do ya always fixate on this stupid thing?" she asked through clenched teeth, her brows furrowed in irritation.
"Hand it over!" His face darkened with anger, but his clumsy, drunken stance betrayed him.
"I won't!" she declared defiantly.
Despite his attempts, Sasha kept the watch just out of his reach, eventually leading to his resigned sigh. He stopped trying and instead took a moment to study her, "You're infuriating, you know that?"
She cocked her head, flashing a grin. "Are ya trying to flatter me?"
His response was a dismissive snort and a shake of the head. "Do you really want to know why?"
She nodded, a sense of disappointment washing over her as he pulled away to lean on the railing, creating a noticeable chill between them.
"I'm really hoping this won't go over your head, would be a shame if I just ended up wasting my time here..." He muttered, earning himself a jab in the arm.
He winced, massaging the tenderness before sighing. "I guess… Shiganshina made me realize just how utterly fleeting and insignificant a life can be—people get so entangled in the inconsequential that they miss what truly matters. Some might say it depends, but I think there's hardly many people out there who've lived a lifetime without regrets." He sighed, closing his eyes. "That watch, it's my reminder to not be selfish like that, to not let the clock tick without contributing towards the big moment. It's a... promise of sorts, to those who fell trying to accomplish the same."
He gave her a warning sideglance. "And before you mention it, this isn't about what happened at the ceremony or before that. I'm over that entire thing, have been for quite a while now, no point beating myself up about the mistakes of others."
Mistakes. She didn't think Armin coming back was a mistake but oh well. She bit the inside of her cheek, seeing nothing good in bringing it up to him when it was clearly a sore topic.
"The big moment? You mean the end of this war?" Sasha's gaze softened as he gave a nod of confirmation, she looked down at the trinket in her hands, watching it tick bit by bit. "So in your own words, ya think being here is selfish?"
"To an extent, yes."
"Wow, you're an idiot."
"What?"
"I said you're an idiot, what makes a life meaningless, anyway? I mean, aren't we supposed to be the ones giving meanin' to our lives? Who gets to decide what is and isn't a waste?" He lowered his eyes as she spoke, "You're settin' too much expectations for yourself, stressin' all the time, that sort of destructive behavior is what will end up fillin' you with more regrets. Someone who wanders aimlessly too far into the forest like that, can never hope to even see a clearing."
"That's not the point, It's to at least die knowing you've achieved something that actually counts. Besides, what I want from this life is hardly selfish. I am not wandering this forest as much as I am looking to burn it down to the ground... I will admit, It's difficult... The more I hear about how things are from the Azumabito and the volunteers, the more daunting of a task it becomes."
Her frown deepened. "That's why we're all here, doin' this together, this isn't selfishness, it's livin' our lives and figuring things out one step at a time. The way you're headed now, you're... suffocatin' yourself needlessly. We all know we have to fight, nobody is sayin' this will be easy and I'm not tellin' ya to disregard the past. I just hate seeing you tryin' to go through it alone."
Hurt flashed in his eyes, and Sasha felt her chest tighten at the sight. "I'm not wandering aimlessly you know? I have a goal in mind, I'm just uncertain how to achieve it, I haven't found the right answer yet..."
She placed a hand on his shoulder, "Then promise me you'll look up from time to time, and stop stressin' yourself so much. Who knows? Maybe you'll make it easier on yourself to reach it."
His mouth opened and closed several times, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from hers, he relented, a decision that would prove to be a mistake. "Good grief, since when did you become so wise? Fine, as you wish."
"Fantastic!" she exclaimed.
He noticed her adopting a stance from the corner of his vision and turned just in time to witness her poised to cast his watch over the side.
"Wait, don't!" he exclaimed as she flung the watch. It soared several feet into the air before plummeting into the neighborhood below, the sound of its impact reaching them moments later as the obscurity engulfed it.
In his drunken attempt to prevent her from tossing the trinket away, he unintentionally trapped her against the railing. Sasha's gaze darted up, revealing a startled expression as she found herself encircled by his arms, under his intense scrutiny. "Why on earth did you fucking do that?!" he growled, gripping her dress shirt collar tightly, his eyes ablaze with anger. "I misjudged you severely; turns out you're just good at pretending not to be a fucking idiot"
Her breathing hitched, a tightness forming in her throat while observing the confrontation. Perhaps influenced by alcohol, his forceful manner and raw speech spiked a shiver of delight in her. Thoughts of reforming him quickly shattered, just like the watch she had just flung.
"I... um, sorry?" She offered a sheepish grin, her face flushed.
The proximity of their bodies sent her senses into overdrive, especially as the pressure of his hand on her arm intensified following her half-assed apology. Overwhelmed by the thought of being vulnerable to his will—of a retaliatory dominance, it aroused an unbidden yearning within her. The notion of the predator turned prey was unexpectedly alluring; she savored the overwhelming sense of surrender.
"You piss me off so much, almost as if it's deliberate," he remarked, his face twisting with displeasure, unable to bear her antics any longer. He released her collar to cradle her face, his fingers pressing into the soft skin of her cheeks. Sasha flinched, as he drew closer, gazing searchingly into her eyes until realization dawned upon him.
"Oh?"
"O-Oh?" Her echo was laced with confusion.
His expression darkened ominously, setting her heart racing. He let out a muted chuckle, the grip on her cheeks tightening in tandem with his smirk. "I see now. You are doing this on purpose, aren't you? You've been acting weird for months now, ever since that day at the docks. So, Blouse. What is it you truly desire from me?"
Sasha's intention had been to support him, to help him climb out of the depths and become more forthcoming. Yet, she could only focus on the electric thrill of the moment—the sting against her skin, the heat of his breath, the wicked curve of his smile. A soft moan slipped out as she noticed the pressure of his thigh against her, her mouth gaping slightly.
"What was it you said again? That you wanted to figure me out? Well, ponder this."
"W-what?"
Sasha's eyes widened in shock, a soft squeak escaping her as he diminished the space between them, crushing his lips firmly against hers. Her thoughts scattered, leaving her mind a blank canvas as he staked his claim with assertive aggression. It was a stark contrast to her imagined notions of a first kiss, yet the surge of excitement within her was undeniable—this was uncharted territory. She did find the taste of alcohol tolerable after all.
Releasing her arm, both of his hands found a new destination, encircling the small of her back. Sasha tensed slightly when his cool hands slipped beneath her dress shirt, seeking her hip with a gentle firmness. A breathy sigh mingled with his during their kiss, an involuntary response to his determined advances that elicited a triumphant curve of his lips against hers. He embarked on a tender exploration, prompting squirms of sensitivity from her as his fingers chartered unknown lands.
A spark of daring curiosity alight within her, Sasha's own arms ascended hesitantly, encasing his torso. Her fingers danced across the contours of his clothed muscular back. He drew back, air rushing into their lungs as if they'd surfaced from deep waters. His head inclined, and he exhaled a stream of heated breath down her neck, sparks of sensation scattering like stars down her spine.
"Be careful now," he teased whisperingly, with the corners of his mouth drawing up into a knowing smirk. "A dangerous expression like that might give me the wrong idea." His finger traced a lingering path across the dip of her back, sparking invisible trails of heat. Sasha's breaths came in shallow tides, her baffled gaze locking with his as electric tension thrummed through the space between them. Her fingers bunched a handful of his shirt, anchoring her wavering balance.
"You like this don't you?"
"N-no…" She stammered, blushing up a storm as she faced away from him.
He tucked away a few strands of hair from her face before he clutched chin and forced her to face him. "You're a shitty liar, Blouse." He tilted his head and leaned down to capture her lips yet again, Sasha barely resisted against the redhead, if anything, she inclined her head as best she could to make it easier for him.
Although he had misinterpreted her intentions, Sasha found herself ensnared by the very idea she ought to refute. Her desire for him to embrace this misconception surged, almost with a life of its own. A prudent warning flickered in her mind, but she swiftly relegated it to the background. Tonight, the forbidden allure of crossing that invisible boundary enticed her beyond reason.
A gasp escaped her as he hoisted her aloft and settled her upon the concrete railing, one hand snuck underneath her long skirt and firmly gripped her thigh while the other wrapped around the back of her head. Now eye to eye, he gently brushed his lips against hers before he lowered his head down, bestowing a multitude of kisses upon her neck, sucking harshly on the flesh, drawing signs of bliss as she clasped her arms around him. A tightness crept over her features as he intensified his attention on her skin, her reaction reflexive, as natural as a timid rabbit enveloped in a fox's embrace.
"Oh, that's gonna leave a mark for sure." He chuckled, observing the work he's done on her neck. "I don't think you'll be able to hide this, maybe that's good. You wouldn't mind letting the others know you're mine would you?"
She knew full well he was merely joking, but the way he said it set her heart ablaze with lust. Such delight she had already experienced left her wondering—yearning—to discover the heights of pleasure that lay beyond their current threshold. Her lips caught between her teeth, she looked upon him, intrigue mingling within her as she saw that dark craving in his eyes beneath those bangs. She was being devoured. Excitement bubbled within her chest, and a telltale warmth burgeoning below.
The redhead regarded her with such fervor, his hand tenderly cradling her face, his thumb caressing her lips with a faint smirk while his other hand massaged her thigh, sending flutters cascading through her midsection.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself, Blouse. And here I thou-" He observed before halting, catching a glimpse from the corner of his vision and cast a protective glance over his shoulder, both hands pulling away from her.
Her own gaze darted to follow him, scanning the sparse area. The few onlookers—either stationed at a distance or merely passing by the dimly lit streets—paid them no heed. It was then she caught sight of Mikasa, emerging from the tavern as if to seek them out. Panic knotted within Sasha's stomach. How could such a moment be explained away?
"Our little fun appears to be nearing its end," he intoned, a note of regret lacing his voice. "Pity, I was rather enjoying your 'punishment' there. Let's head back insi—"
His words hung unfinished, her grip firm upon his arm, her eyes glinting with desire and desperation. "No, I... I want to continue this. Can't we… find another place?"
A look of astonishment played across his face, quickly supplanted by a devilish smile. "Oh man, who am I to deny such a plea when you look at me like that? That would be too cruel." She blushed, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards, briefly, before she squeaked as he swept her into his arms in a traditional bridal carry. "Last chance—are you sure?"
She nodded quickly, spurring him to stride away to newfound privacy, she stole one last glance over his shoulder. Mikasa remained oblivious to their departure, thankfully. With an arm encircling his neck and her gaze fixed upon the contour of his profile, the weight of her decision crashed over her, painting her cheeks the deepest shade of crimson. She buried her face in his chest, igniting a heartwarming chuckle from him.
By the time they reached the barracks, the realization struck her with an unsettling force. The escalating intimacy was not just about stoking the flames of their earlier kisses—they were on the cusp of something far deeper. Her pulse raced, each beat echoing off the walls of his sparsely furnished room—a bed, a desk, a closet—bathed in the amber hues of a solitary lantern on the nightstand.
The thought of what awaited her on that bed nearly paralyzed her with a mingling of fear and desire; her limbs felt as though they might dissolve into nothingness. This kind of fear however, was nowhere near comparable to that of facing a titan, no, she was actually looking forward to this. A sudden embrace snatched her from her reverie: his strong arms enveloped her from behind, clutching her close. She spun around as best she could to face him, teetering on the edge of panic and longing, only to find his bare torso. The sight left her wide-eyed and faltering for words.
"W-why have ya taken off your shirt?" she found herself asking.
"Having second thoughts, Blouse?" he teased in a sultry murmur that sent a shiver down her spine. "Remember, it's not too late to back out, you can go back running to your room." His challenging tone left no room for uncertainty. Her response was swift—a vehement shake of her head. Seizing the moment, he gently grasped her chin, drawing her gaze into his magnetic smile. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Quite brave, aren't you?"
She surrendered to the moment, her eyelids fluttering shut; her lips parted just enough for him to bridge the final distance, sealing their mouths together with fervor. His tongue sought permission, hesitantly, she yielded, a soft moan vibrating into his mouth, their mutual exploration tentative at first. Lacking experience, her initial response was to awkwardly mimic his motions. Yet, within moments, they found a natural cadence.
With one eye breaking free from the enchantment, she noticed the deliberate motion of his fingers at her shirt's fastenings. Goosebumps raced across her newly exposed skin as the fabric fell away exposing her bra, their hungry kiss unbroken. Embraced against the warmth of his body, Sasha trembled, not from cold but raw anticipation. "Don't just stand there," he teased, his voice a low murmur against her mouth, punctuated with a playful smirk. "You can touch too—I won't bite… too hard."
Bolstered by his invitation, she nodded and turned around, her fingers quivering as they grazed the contours of his defined torso. The solidity of his form was striking—like carved marble that spoke of strength and discipline. Though she was accustomed to the sight of her other male squad members' well-toned forms, getting to touch was new terrain. Her fingers lingered, wishing to perpetually savor the sensation of his chiseled flesh.
She jumped after feeling the redhead's unexpected squeezing of her butt, then another sudden tension gripped her. She felt something pressing against her groin and, lifting her eyes to meet his, she found them filled with a burning intensity. "I-Is that your..." she began, but couldn't finish the question, to which he simply nodded.
"You really can't fault me, can you?" he teased. "You're irresistible with that blush on your face."
The comment sent a wave of warmth flooding her cheeks, bolstering her courage. "I think I'm ready,"
He responded with a low hum of understanding, "Then let's not waste any time. Strip."
Her eyes went round in surprise. "Eh?"
Laughing softly, he continued, "You didn't think you'd keep your clothes on, did you? Although, I must admit, the idea isn't without its charm. So, which will it be? With or without the skirt?"
Slightly flustered, she placed her hands on his chest to create some space between them, muttering her preference. As she struggled with the button, her breath heavy, she glanced up for just a moment and caught him watching her intently, causing her hesitation to deepen. "Don't look... please." she implored, her voice quivering.
"Why does it matter? We'll see everything we each have to offer soon enough," he teased with a disarming frankness.
"Then you go first," she countered, desperate to shift the focus away from her.
After a silent, indecipherable moment, he shrugged. When he stood before her, naked, Sasha could hardly believe her eyes, fixated on the sight between his legs. That thing was going inside of her. Her mind was overtaken by unexpected thoughts, her face burning as her imagination wandered far. His confidence surged at the sight of her reactions. "Your expressions have been quite the boost for my ego." he said, grinning mischievously.
"Enough!" she shot back, suddenly feeling much more assertive. Matching his boldness, she slipped off her boots and skirt, leaving only her bra and panties on.
Before she knew it, she found herself as naked as he was. A surge of modesty overwhelmed her as all of that previous energy evaporated, prompting her to shield herself with her arms. Such vulnerability was alien to her. His tongue's click conveyed his dissatisfaction as he gently moved her arms aside. She attempted to resist, only to discover the stark contrast in their physical strength.
"You have nothing to hide, Blouse; you're beautiful. In fact, I'm kind of shocked you managed to conceal these behind a bra and dress shirt." he murmured reassuringly near her ear, causing a subtle catch in her breathing.
"Y-ya can't possibly mean that..." she stammered, he called her beautiful.
"Indeed, I do. Allow me to demonstrate," he responded softly.
His actions preempted any questions she might pose. With swift ease, he lifted and deposited her on the bed. A surprised squeak escaped her as she landed and it yielded to her weight. He was soon over her, initiating an impassioned kiss that enveloped her. She was so consumed by the fervor that she failed to register his wandering hand until its presence commanded her full attention, prompting an involuntary tightening of her legs.
Sasha's heart sank a little; Yet, the silent plea in his eyes that asked for trust gave her some reassurance. A moment later, she relented, parting her legs once more in a silent concession—a permission of sorts. "Have you done this before? Touching yourself like this?" He whispered in her ear curiously, as he began massaging her folds.
She reluctantly nodded, no point hiding it, everybody had to relieve some stress every once in a while. "Hmm, I bet It's different when it's somebody else's hand isn't it?"
She nodded again, her face pinched with embarrassment.
"Heh, you're really cute when you're like this."
"D-don't say things like that- ahh!" She moaned out-loud as he cut her off by sinking two of his fingers deep into her soaked pussy.
Clasping him firmly, Sasha bit her lip, inhaling and exhaling with sharper intensity. Mercifully, his rhythm was slow, his fingers deliberate, affording her the chance to become accustomed to the profound sensations. She was anxious what the main course would be like if this is how she reacted to his digits. "Now, now. Just relax and enjoy the night,"
Releasing a sigh of surrender, overwhelmed by the tactile attentions, she felt herself yielding more with each passing moment. Witnessing her reactions, his fingers retreated with an impish spark in his gaze. Positioning himself between her legs, he met her questioning eyes. Ever so gently, he began a journey of tender kisses, starting at her knees and gradually working his way up along her inner thighs, pausing just before the neatly groomed softness awaiting him.
The outside world, including the quiet street and adjacent corridor, might as well have been miles away – the only reality now consisted of her own escalating gasps and moans. As he pressed his lips firmly against hers, his exploratory tongue savoring her enflamed desire, Sasha's response was instinctive, her back arching in involuntary reaction. Her grip on the sheets tightened while he savored her responsiveness, alternating between gentle kisses and fervent suckles.
"Ahhhh, it's incredible..." Sasha's moans dissipated into the charged air as she reached down, fingers entwining in his hair. The response that brushed against her was the curve of his satisfied smile, the bastard was really enjoying himself.
His hands held her with unyielding assurance, tempering her fervid squirms. Gradually, bashfulness and hesitation melted into an insatiable carnal hunger. Sasha Blouse turned into a creature of pure, lascivious appetite, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she succumbed to the waves of pleasure building within her. Seeing this prompted him to be more savage with his assault, he pressed deeper, probed more wildly within her, barely able to restrain the writhing mess she's become as a result.
"Ahh... Oh god, yes..."
The intensity of her reactions grew feral, the echoes of her cries echoing beyond the room, her grip in his hair tightening, threatening to rip his auburn locks off of his scalp. If anyone from their group, were close enough to hear, it wouldn't be hard to put two and two together. The thought dissipated as swiftly as it came when she sensed the culmination of her excitement approaching, her limbs entwining around his head with a fierce sensitivity, a sharp cry emanating as her body tensed in anticipation.
In the aftermath, her form relaxed back onto the bed with satisfaction, the intensity of her grip easing. Gently, he disengaged, pulling her thighs apart and savoring the moment as he licked his lips and wiped away the excess with his forearm. Her eyes, now heavy with fulfillment, met his through half-mast lashes, her cheeks a vivid scarlet. Errant strands of hair clung to the contours of her dampened brow as she sought to regain her breath.
"You're really hot right now, Blouse." he mused, a playful note in his voice as he sat on his knees, gripping her spasming left leg by the thigh. "Your expressions are priceless." He positioned her legs on his thighs with care as she returned from the heights he had taken her. "But you're getting sleepy, slacking on the job might fly under Commander Hange but not here, not on my watch."
At the mention of their commander, a cringe pinched her features. "Let's not... mention the others right now."
"You're right."
Their eyes locked, a new tension building as she became acutely aware of his intentions. A breath held between them, anticipation quivering like a drawn bowstring. He placed his dick against her groin, hand firmly grasping her hip. "I'm the only person you should be thinking about tonight."
He aligned himself properly with her entrance, rubbing the tip of dick against her wet folds up and down before he slowly started pushing his way in with minimal resistance, Sasha went stiff as the tip entered her. Hissing in pain as she reached for his hand and nearly crushed it with her vice like grip, he grimaced but reciprocated the grasp before slowly pushing all the way inside her with a groan, feeling every inch of her warm sopping pussy.
Sasha cried out at this, arching her back in response. He quickly leaned forward closer, and cupped her cheek. "Are you alright?"
"Just... stay like this for a moment, please..." The words were a soft exhale, and in turning away, she shuttered her eyes against the swell of emotions.
Though she couldn't see his expression change, a subtle frown marked his concern, but he remained patient. She sucked in a few sharp breaths and exhaled them slowly. When she signaled readiness, his movement resumed with a gradual build up, an undulating rhythm that evoked a sound from her that bordered between surprise and bliss. Yet, as he paused, her sounds turned plaintive.
"Hey, look at me."
She offered no acknowledgement, instead retreating further into herself.
"Blouse, look at me." His voice was a blend of request and command, but she only turned further away, her arms now a makeshift veil.
Unable to bear her own exposure, she confessed, "It's too embarrassing... I can't look. Can't you just continue like this?"
"I can't."
A broken whisper emerged from her, as she peeked at him through her fingers. "W-why not?"
"Because I can't kiss you that way, Sasha."
The sudden use of her first name anchored her to the moment, her breath catching in the newfound intimacy of the word. Slowly, as if pulled by a string of sudden courage, she lowered her defenses slightly, her gaze lifting to meet his, her heart clenching as he smiled at her reassuringly, She didn't mishear did she?
"W-what did you just say?"
To her, Floch's smile bloomed radiantly. "I said I can't kiss you if you hide from me, Sasha."
She shuddered at that, unable to understand what was with that look in his eyes, it almost felt like it was beyond lust and into the territory of genuine affection. But that couldn't be it, he wasn't the type to get attached like this was he? The more that she searched within those ambers, the more she realized it was real, the more that her mouth dried.
His hand reached forward and so did hers, their fingers interlocking with each other before he gave her a squeeze. Her heart raced as he moved again, sealing his lips against hers passionately. There was no longer any pain from having his cock buried to the hilt within her, only bliss.
Floch's features tightened as he paced himself, grunting into her kiss-swollen lips with each thrust, getting into a comfortable rhythm. Her insides felt molten and tight, he feared that if this is what he had to work with, then he wouldn't be lasting much longer. Still, he held on, only to hear more of those delightful noises being forced out of her throat. He briefly considered upping the pace and intensity, but he kept that ravenous animalistic instinct within him at bay for now.
He kept at his current pace for some time, swallowing the moans she let out as he continued to pump in and out of her at a steady pace, before they broke their kiss for a much needed breather, both their eyes locked in a profound gaze. Floch stood back up on his knees, grabbing hold of her ankles to bring them up to his sides.
He escalated the pace of his thrusts, which was immediately rewarded by her keen cries of gratification. She bucked her hips into him, back arching as she gripped the sheets tightly with one hand while attempting to stifle her moans with the other.
Floch found himself incredibly fond of this, it certainly added to the experience to see her so flushed and responsive to him. But she was nearly back to covering her face again, and he didn't want that. He let go of one of her ankles and with just a single hand took hold of her wrists, pinning them above her head, sinking into the pillow.
"You're so beautiful like this, Sasha, I just can't get enough." He breathed, noticing how her walls clamped tighter around him at the compliment, or maybe it was the use of her name, she seemed to respond well to it. "You're squeezing me so tight, I don't want to let go of this feeling."
"F-Floch..." She let out a little incoherent squeak in response, her free leg rose and wrapped around his back. "Please don't stop, I love this so much, it feels so good.. Ahh..."
His name coming out of her lips urged him to delve deeper and harder into her until her pussy eagerly swallowed him to the base of his dick. Feeling himself getting close to release, Floch grit his teeth and slowed down his thrusting until he came to a complete stop. Puzzled by this, Sasha could only look on with curiosity as she caught her breath; both of their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat.
He removed his hold on her wrists and snaked his arms around the back of her head and the small of back before he pulled her up with him, Sasha let out a quick gasp before she was face to face with him again.
Now on his lap, Sasha was acutely aware of his wet cock rubbing up against her belly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and eagerly awaited his next move. Seeing this, Floch gave her a quick peck on the lips. "As much as I'd love to take you like this, I've just been sooo curious what you'd look like from behind, y'know?"
Before she could comment on that, Sasha found herself flung back down again, this time on all fours. His hands gently caressed her hips and groped her ass cheeks as she arched her back for him.
Sasha glanced up at him from the corner of her eye, her bangs concealing her face a little, sticking to her sweaty face. He aligned the tip of dick with her warm, velvety entrance, rubbing against it teasingly before eliciting a gasp from her as he entered. She bit her lip at that familiar feeling she quickly grew to love, it almost felt wrong not having him inside.
"Ah... Floch..." She moaned his name, momentarily closing her eyes as pleasure overtook her body.
Her body tensed as he slipped all the way inside, he gripped her hips and picked up a rhythm, rocking back and forth into her steadily as the bed creaked beneath all of their movement. She hadn't noticed that sound before until now, feeling the vibrations on her cheek. She resumed her focus on his cock sliding in and out of her quivering pussy.
After tonight, sex might actually come at a close second to food.
Floch panted as he bucked his hips, her snug pussy was doing its best to suck him dry, her walls clinging onto him greedily. It was fairly easy to give into lust, as his thrusts turned more wild and frantic.
Perhaps it was all the built-up stress from work, or the annoying antics he had to put up with from her over the last few months but sheathing himself deep within her scratched an itch he never knew he had. Waves of gratifying pleasure rippled through him as he continued to fuck the dazed girl into a mind-bending euphoria.
Sasha Blouse was completely his tonight as much as he was hers. At least for tonight, every inch of her soft glistening skin belonged to him. Tomorrow morning, they'll go back to being comrades from the same squad, return to being the broody loner getting harassed by the outgoing airhead, they might even revert to awkward strangers.
But for tonight, they'd get to explore one another intimately and give in to their passion and lust.
The girl mirrored these lustful cravings beneath him, as she shoved her ass back into him, savoring each inch entering her, clutching his pillow close to her face. Floch gritted his teeth as he exhaled a harsh breath then pulled her roughly by the ponytail. Sasha's trembling cries reached his ears as he picked up the pace, slamming into her with growing desperation, the room filled with the sounds of his flesh smacking against hers.
"Sasha... Sasha... Fuck..." He moaned out her name repeatedly.
Her ponytail unexpectedly came undone as her head nearly slipped out of his grasp, he quickly caught her by the shoulder and wrapped a hand around her throat before he brought her closer to him, still savagely slamming into her cunt.
He leaned in and attacked her collarbone, trailing kisses along the flesh before sucking harshly on her neck. When he pulled her by the chin to face him, he realized he had turned her into a drooling, intoxicated mess. He smirked and crashed his lips against hers, their tongues wrestling one another in a heated exchange.
Feeling annoyed by her loose hair getting in the way, he pushed her back onto the bed and pressed her face onto the pillow. She grabbed onto it and bit into the pillow as she felt a second orgasm ripple through her, his cock slamming frantically into her pussy. Floch sucked in a sharp breath as her body quivered beneath his hold, realizing that he was near the end of the line as well.
Shit, he best pull out of her soon, as nice as it would have been to finish inside, he didn't fancy the idea of getting her pregnant. He could only imagine in horror what the rest of their squad would do to him if he knocked her up.
"S-Sasha, I'm very close..."
The girl in question was too far gone to even realize what he had meant, close to what exactly? Who knew? Who cared? Between his enticing grunts against her ear, the sound of his balls slapping her ass, the heavy musk of sex fogging her mind and the intense lust consuming her; it would have been a miracle if she formed any coherent thoughts at all. Yeah, they were pretty close to each other right now.
All that mattered was that she continued to enjoy that mind-blowing high she was currently experiencing. She whined in complaint as she felt him slowing down again; she didn't want to change positions and interrupt what she was currently feeling. In an act of protest, she pushed her ass back against him roughly, sheathing his cock all the way back inside to the hilt and clenched down on him.
"F-FUCK! NO! S-Sasha! Fuck!" He cried out before his own orgasm forced him to bend over and cling onto her, their sweaty bodies melding together.
He moaned into her ear as Sasha suddenly tensed, her mouth ajar with a silent scream feeling his dick twitch inside of her, her eyes wide as thick molten ropes of cum shot into her womb.
She met each throb of his cock with a squeal, turning into a series of rapid gasps as he filled her to the brim with his load. Her head lowered into the pillow, half-lidded eyes losing their focus, her insides burning with the overflowing sensation inside of her. She went completely limp as he gingerly pulled out, his cum immediately leaking out of her hole.
"You fucking idiot..." He muttered into her hair, collapsing against her.
Soon enough, he regained a bit of strength and placed her ontop of him underneath a blanket. Sasha held onto him tightly as she buried her head into the crook of his neck, sleep threatening to claim her. Unlike him, she wasn't currently worried about having him finish inside of her, maybe that'll change in the morning. For now, she simply savored his scent, his warm body, his heartbeats and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. She smiled a little, as she began to draw circles on his chest.
"Hey, what are ya thinking about right now?" She wondered, looking up to meet his gaze.
He peered down at her in the darkness, the only light source being the moonlight pouring from the window. "Funeral costs... Writing a will... Which Ackermann kills quicker."
She giggled a little bit, causing him to frown. Sasha however, was still searching for an answer. "Alright! Answer me seriously this time."
He looked at her with a contemplative look before he glanced up at the ceiling to give it some thought. "I guess... This was nice, well, that's an understatement. This was more than nice, I enjoyed this quite a lot."
She flashed him a smile. "Me too, So... this wasn't a waste of your time? You didn't feel it was selfish at all?"
He sighed and shook his head. "Nope, not at all. You're not a waste of time, Sasha." He tightened his hold on her to emphasize, before he gazed longingly into her eyes. "Besides, I think I found my clearing in that forest you talked about."
"What is it?" She asked curiously.
"You. You're also another reason for me to fight." He revealed, causing a deep blush to spread to her face.
She buried her face in his neck, but he could visibly feel her smile against his skin. "That's nice, I also have another reason to fight then." She murmured before she looked back up at him with a determined gaze. "Once this war ends, we're going to have all the meat in the world to ourselves out on a farm beyond these walls and we'll share them with all of our friends."
He chuckled. "A farm eh? Sounds great to me, potato girl."
"Shut up, bird nest." She stuck her tongue out at him.
A comfortable silence descended upon them before he asked her again.
"Hey, do you want to... go grab something to eat tomorrow morning?" He asked her, to which she nodded. He looked relieved, before he continued. "I don't really know you that well."
"No, ya don't." She gave a faint smile.
"But I'd like to." He added, before grimacing. "Besides, we're going to be under a lot of pressure from the others for ditching them, so I don't want to go through that on an empty stomach."
She cringed at that as well, remembering they weren't alone at that tavern. "Sure, sounds lovely."
"Is it... a date?" He reluctantly asked to which she nodded.
"Ya bet!"
That put him at ease a little. "That's good, very good. Do you think I'll survive the trip to the shops tomorrow?"
"I'm sure ya're gonne be fine."
"You're a shitty liar, Sasha."
"Can't outrun yar punishment forever."
That got a chuckle out of him. "Goodnight."
"G'night!"
With a contented sigh, he pressed a tender kiss on her forehead, and she responded by burrowing even closer. His arms enveloped her in a protective embrace, as both to let go of the stresses of the outside world. Eventually, they drifted off to sleep, still entwined in each other's arms. For them, nothing else currently mattered but this simple moment.
"Hey, Floch?"
He opened his eyes with curiousity. "Yeah?"
"I love ya."
His eyes widened, and she could instantly feel his heartbeats thundering against her chest.
"I- I love you too, Sasha."
She gave him a peck on the lips before she went back to sleep, she had to be certain. Surely enough, her heart wouldn't stop racing.
Author's note: This was my first time writing 'smut', this story was requested by a persistent buddy of mine and I thought, sure why not? I'm sure there's plenty of FlochxSasha readers who would like it.
Writing smut is way harder than I thought, honestly kudos to writers who do this stuff regularly, this shit is not easy especially since it's my first time doing it. For the life of me I could not just jump straight into it without a little bit of buildup, I think it turned out great in the end, so do... uh, let me know what you think I guess. (This story was very draining to write, and no that's not an innuendo, writing porn is exhausting lmao)
Anyway thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy. (Don't enjoy too much though.)
And merry christmas! (or happy holidays!)