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Orange water stretched before you, the sunset was particularly colorful that day. From where you sat on the old tree, you could see the few other scouts on the beach further ahead. The familiar tall figure of Jean was attempting to throw Connie into the waves, uniform and all. While Pieck watched clapping her hands.
A few feet from her, a black haired woman, unmistakably Mikasa, was rolling her pant legs up. Even though it's been two years since you reached the ocean, everyone was still so enchanted by it.
Like he'd been spoken into existence, you could see him now. Heading toward where Mikasa sat, on a sand bed. The sunlight made his golden hair glow with an orange tint.
Recently he'd cut his hair, but he was just as gentle as he'd been when they first reached the sea. The way he'd scooped up that seashell, so gentle and kind.
Your insides fluttered and your cheeks burned.
Really you had been meaning to get closer to him, I guess now was a perfect chance.
You took your boots off and made your way down to the sandbank. Each footstep was deeper than the last due to the steep slope.
Apparently the two weren't talking like you'd thought, they were just sitting in a comfortable silence. You racked your brain for something to say...
"Hi. Can I sit here too. I don't feel like walking back to camp by myself yet.
Only Armin turned. The light was kissing him, making his face flush in a beautiful glow. His eyes looked just as warm.
"Yes of course." He gave you a kind smile and turned to face you more. His torso was leaned at a very nice angle. He was leaning back on his palms. Even though he was in his uniform it was tight and it fit him so well.
"Thank you." Unfortunately it came out as a tiny mumble.
The three of you sat there for close to 10 minutes, before Mika's rose, and said something about being tired. Armin watched her walk and disappear over the hill.
Most days you have seen Armin sit here well into nightfall, watching the stars and the inky water.
Before you could stop it, curiosity got the better of you.
Immediately he faced you, giving you a sweet smile.
"Why do you sit out here during the night sometimes?"
He kind of shrunk into himself, glancing at the sand under him. He was blushing.
"Oh, you noticed that?" he asked with a breathless, self-deprecating laugh.
"Yeah, I guess it can seem a little weird." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear and sat a little straighter.
"You know how it was... being trapped inside the Walls. It all felt so suffocating. I spent my whole life reading about the outside world and trying to imagine it. Now the sea's actually here." He glanced toward the waves. "I guess I always end up coming back."
Realizing he'd started rambling again, Armin gave an awkward smile and looked away.
"I get it," you said softly. "I wish I had somewhere like that."
When he looked back, you were already watching him. Since Mikasa had left, the air somehow felt warmer.
His gaze flickered away before finding yours again.
"W-we could share it, if you wanted." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean... you could sit here with me tonight."
Heat crept into your cheeks.
By then, the sun was nearly beneath the horizon, and the others had long since wandered off.
Beside you, Armin took a slow breath.
"It's a shame the sun's almost gone." He hesitated, cheeks faintly pink. "It... looked really nice on you."
"That's really sweet. Thank you." You smiled. "Actually, I was sitting in that old tree behind us earlier. Your hair caught the light, it looked almost golden. I think that's what made me come down here." You laughed quietly. "I've been wanting to get to know you better."
One of his hands was gripping his sleeve, fiddling with the fabric.
"I'm glad. I'm really glad."
The way he was looking at you, was almost too much. Before you could come up with a response, gentle fingertips grazed over the back of your hand.
"You know... I want to get to know you too."
His soft and slender fingers wrap around your palm, gently he stands. Offering to help pull you up.
"Will you come with me? I have a place we can talk better. And the stars are more visible." He was grinning like a little boy.
His grip was so soft, even when he pulled you to your feet. Intentionally you stumble into his chest slightly. He smells like the sand and ocean, along with the laundry.
"Come on let me lead you. I know it's a little dark but... please."
The feeling of his breath grazing your baby hairs sent tingles down your spine. You tighten your grip on his hand, signaling yes.
"Great." It came out like a breathless sigh. He led you down the sandy beach.
You don't know why you said it, it was partly out of admiration, and partly out of disbelief. He knew, he just turned his head to look back at you, and smile.
Just a while longer of him gently leading you, he pointed ahead.
"I know it's a little dark but.. just up there. There's a cave, it's perfect."
You couldn't help but release a giggle. The thick uniform was making you a little warm, hopefully the cave was cool.
"Here we are." His fingers loosened like he didn't know whether to let go or keep holding. Thankfully he tightened it again.
The cave was shallow but tall, providing a lovely view of the sky.
"Wow look at the stars, it's gorgeous."
However his eyes weren't on the stars.
"I'm a little warm is it alright if I take a layer off?"
"Me too. Yes I'm fine with that."
The both of you reluctantly release each other, and reach for your jackets. You stopped after taking your long jacket off, but Armin. He unbuttoned half of his shirt.
His skin was slightly glistening in the moonlight, proof of just how warm he must've been. Even so, his hands hadn't been clammy.
Breaking your gaze he leaned against a part of the stone.
"I found this place when I was trying to find a good spot to read." You nodded and giggled.
"Yes it's hard to even do that around here."
Now the sun had disappeared completely. The cave dampened the light that existed, leaving his features softened by the darkness.
Once again, he reached over and took your hand, his touch as gentle as it had been before. Neither of you spoke. The silence settled comfortably between you, broken only by the distant rhythm of the waves.
Perhaps too comfortably. Your eyelids grew heavy, and without thinking, you drifted a little closer.
With the collar of his shirt slightly undone, you caught the faint scent of salt carried in from the sea, mingled with the warmth that was uniquely his. It made your heart flutter in a way you couldn't quite explain.
Time slipped quietly away.
Before you knew it, you were lying awake in your own bed, wondering if any of it had felt as significant to him as it had to you.
You put on your tightest clothes and went to breakfast. Today there wasn't much cleanup to do, so you could spare a break. Since Armin was commander, he might not, but you wanted to look your best just in case. Sure enough he was there at his table, with mikasa gone, he was alone.
Eyes rising from his oats, Armin hastily smiled and waved you over. Hopefully it wasn't your imagination, but it looked like he definitely blushed.
Trying to look as attractive as possible, you sat and leaned on the table, picking at your fruits.
His breathlessness was so adorable.
"I was thinking. Would you want to go to the cave today. It looks like you are on break, and so am I." You take a bite of strawberry.
"I would like to know what the cave looks like during the day. Would you take me after we are done here commander?"
That last word made his eye twitch and his spine straighten. It's the first time you've called him that, but he didn't correct you.
A lot of people were sleeping in or had finished their food. So you took a liberty and pointed your foot, rubbing it up against his ankle.
He blushed into his oats.
"Uhum. So I'm taking it that you enjoyed our night last night?"
You nodded m, swallowing a raspberry.
"Oh yes it was such a good time. It's nice to have those. Thank you Armin."
His foot pushed against yours, caressing your ankle.
"I promise I found it just as enjoyable."
By now, it was becoming a problem. He looked unfairly handsome this morning.
He'd clearly made an effort. His shirt was left unbuttoned at the collar again, exposing the gentle curve of his collarbone. It was difficult not to stare.
You stood, carrying your empty bowl away before tossing it into the bin. As you waited, you absentmindedly twirled a strand of hair around your finger, your eyes never quite leaving him.
Armin laughed around his last bite and held up a finger, asking for just a second. He finished, carefully set his fork aside, and carried everything to the trash.
Running a hand through his hair, he swallowed before turning back to you with an easy smile.
This time, when he reached for your hand, there was no hesitation.
Hand in hand, the two of you sprinted toward the shoreline, laughter carried away by the wind.
In a world like yours, there had never been much room for ordinary things, for stolen afternoons, childish races, or simply enjoying someone's company. So you ran anyway, laughing until your sides ached.
By the time you reached the cave, you were doubled over, struggling to catch your breath. No amount of military training had ever made you much of a runner. You leaned against Armin's chest, still laughing between breaths.
"Can we sit down for a minute?"
His blue eyes searched yours before he nodded.
You slipped into the cool shade of the cave together, grateful for the quiet.
"Finally," you sighed with a laugh. "We've barely had a moment to ourselves."
A blush crept down Armin's neck. He rubbed the back of itβa habit you'd begun to recognize whenever he felt flustered.
He filled so close to you, it was flustering.
He gripped your hands and kneeled closer in the sand.Β Suddenly you felt shy, his blue eyes burned into you.
It was hard not to, his breath was kissing your cheek, and then your lips.
His eyes closed, leaning in, Armin tightened his grasp on your hands. His pink lips pressed flush on your mouth, they were already slick with saliva. He'd been running his tongue nervously over his bottom lip.
Letting go you ran your fingers over his jaw, it was moving over yours, his hot breath mixed with yours. Stroking his cheekbone you whined, and broke away.
His eyes darted down to your lap, then up to your face. His mouth pressed against yours, his saliva let for easy access to your tongue as he moved his jaw at your pace.
This time he was the one whining, you'd gripped his hair and pulled him closer on top of you. Back pressed against the cold stone it shocked you, a gasp left your mouth and you broke apart.
"Armin." You stroked his hair to relax him. His breath was coming fast and his eyes were glazed over.
"No no come here, wait." He signaled for her to pause. He leaned back on his heels. You watched as he pulled his shirt off. You let your eyes roam down his soft muscles, he wasn't defined but he was soft.
You did what he said and leaned forward. He laid his shirt on an elevated sand bank.
"See there lay back on that."
You did as he said and grinned at him.
Hesitantly he rubbed your thigh, you nodded. Immediately he pressed on top of you. Pressing his lips to your neck. Encouraging him, your fingers sunk into his hair, and ran them down his spine.
His whole face flushed, and you shivered under his touch as he hugged your torso.
"Did I do something wrong?" He pulled back slightly, his eyes blown out.
"No I- you are just so sexy and cute and I- god I don't even have words."
This was too much for him, he flushed and gripped you tighter, pushing his face into your stomach in embarrassment.
The sound of his whine was muffled by the fabric of your shirt.
"Armin. You can touch me... Please?"
He was still hugging slightly when he responded. "Yes. Yes thank you."
You giggled when he reached for your buttons. His soft fingers undid them, his mouth was slightly agape. You stroked his jaw, and he turned his face to kiss your fingers.
"Oh my god love you are so gorgeous."
All you could do was lay back and smile as he pulled the rest of your shirt away.
"May I lay this down under you to make you more comfortable?"
You nod and place the shirt under yourself, subtly spreading your legs. Your shorts were riding up, and he definitely noticed. His Adam's apple bobbed with a swallow.
"I don't care." You gripped his hand and put it over your bra clad chest.
He groaned and leaned into your neck, rubbing his hands up and down your sides. Deciding to help him out, you slip his fingers below the underwire.
"Oh my god." He groaned into your neck.
Clearly his fingers had found your tight nipples.
"Take it off." It came out like a whine.
He freezes completely, you can feel him swallow and nod against you. Then constant rubbing of your sides continues as he finds the back. Armin lets his lips kiss up and down your neck as he pulls the bra to the side. Too nervous to look.
So you arched your back and pressed your bare breasts into his bare chest. The strangle gasp that left him surprised you.
"I know."Β You whisper and stroke his hair again.
The sensations were all to much, you decide to start to squirm out of your shorts. Catching onto it, Amin looks at you, face scrunched in his overwhelming emotion.
Immediately he helps. Leaning back on his feet again you catch sight of just how turned on he is.
He follows your gaze. Immediately he squeezed his knees together.
He tried to come up with an excuse so hard but you just interrupt him.
"Shhh baby boy. Oh you're so sweet. God you're so hard."
He whines as he sees you pulling your shorts down with your panties.
"I literally don't think I've ever been this turned on love holy shit. It kinda hurts fuck."
With a thumb under the fabric, you teased him, flashing your mound with a big grin. God he was really straining in his pants. It looked kind of painful...
"Armin? Who gets off first me or-"
So eager to please you, he interrupted. He put his hands over yours, eyes steady on your shorts. You push them down completely and he followed.
Letting out a small whine he crumpled into you.
Breath wet on your neck he groaned.
Both shorts and panties were discarded completely, he gripped your hips now.
Your eager fingers nearly pushed him down. Doing his best to kiss and lick his way there, the scent of you nearly had him cumming in his pants.
You spread your legs further, looking down at where he was. You couldn't see his eyes, he was now kissing your mound. Even that was wet, you'd been so aroused it was everywhere.
With every lick and rub Armin whined and groaned. After getting the hang of it, he shoved his face in deeper, his nose kissing your clit. You squeaked, getting the hint he focused his tongue there. He used his hands and massaged your hips.
Your back was arching and he knew you were close. His back looked so good at this angle to had to bite your cheek. The slurping noises were driving you crazy.
"Shit I'm cumming." His eyebrows shot up and he groaned deeper.
Alll the built up arousal flooded onto his chin.Β
Your chest was moving rapidly, Armin was just looking at you with his mouth open and eyes dilated.
Dragging your nails in his hair you praised him.
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