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𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕛𝕠𝕫𝕙𝕦𝕦𝕦𝕦_𝟙 (𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣)
𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘!!!
𝕔𝕨: 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕒 (𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝)
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The meeting of your lips with Eren's was the true beginning of what felt like would be forever with him.

He had a house in Orvud. No, you both had a house, together, in Orvud. You'd spent countless nights together, whether at his house or your shared apartment with Mikasa. But now, after graduation, you'd actually start your life. With him. Together.

Your mind frantically began to travel down an unending trail as the surprise began to fully hit you.

What would your parents say about you living with him while you attended medical school? Would your friends from Shiganshina come visit often enough? How would you begin to decorate, what color schemes did you want to incorporate into the house? Where would Eren work? Surely there was no way he planned to make the hour and a half commute to the job Floch told you about-

Your mind quieted as his tongue sought to deepen the kiss, trailing your bottom lip gently yet with demand.

His rough hand glided up your waist, around your shoulder, and found its home caressing your cheek as your mouths explored each other. Fuck, did you miss him.

With stark clarity, you finally connected that you'd spent the last few weeks thinking that Eren was avoiding you to make it easier to break up after graduation. Your worst fears come true. Instead he had been searching all of Orvud for the perfect first house for you, him, and Isabel to share.

You didn't give him enough credit. You never gave him enough credit.

Something between a whimper and a moan escaped his full lips, snapping you back to the present once again. Your skin was set aflame at each point of contact with his own body.

Your thighs against each others' while you both knelt on the plush carpet, your one hand gripping and tugging his chocolate tresses of hair, your other hand resting on his veiny forearm while he continued to hold your cheek, and of course your lips tangled in the gentle, adoring kiss together.

It was strange how careful the two of you were being with each other, considering how, uh, not careful you'd been together in the past. As if any wrong movement would tear one another out of the spell you'd succumbed to. Not that you had minded. The reactions that your two bodies had to one another had always been extraordinary.

With intention in every single movement, his hands abandoned their current positions to make their way to the bottom of your shirt, playing with the hem until he decided that it would be better suited laying on the floor rather than against your body. Your arms rose above your head in compliance, your own hands following his lead and removing his shirt. Your lips only disconnected long enough to get your shirts over your heads before desperately finding each other again.

His hands kneaded your breasts softly while you reacquainted yourself with the contour of his abdomen. Every single touch of his sculpted chest and stomach left you in awe. You knew he was strong, had witnessed his training the few times you had joined him at the gym throughout the semester. Yet every time your fingers danced along the divots of his muscles you couldn't help but be shocked at just how built he was.

As if he could read your mind and wanted to prove his own overbearing size and strength compared to your own, his body weight began to press against yours. The pressure forced you to lower below him until your bare back pressed flush against the softness of the carpet. You secretly thanked the crackling fire beside you for warming the floor, otherwise the surface would have been a freezing shock to your skin.