Hand in Hand

17. Lust *

Rubbing her sore legs, (y/n) yawned and tried to shake off her exhaustion. She hadn't made it to her room last night. Every inch of her body ached. Glancing at the body asleep next to her, she remembered why.

Memories of her gripping the bedsheets and arching herself in different positions under Erwin's large body created a weak feeling in her stomach. She leaned over and touched his bare chest, curly blond hair rough under her fingers. Even though he was right beside her, she couldn't help but feel cold.

She didn't know why she did it. Maybe it was the fact that she liked the way his blue eyes glowed in the dark, or how his grown out hair tickled her forehead as he hovered above her, pleasing her. Last night, the Commander, who everyone looked up to, who never seemed to be bothered by anything, had looked so longing and lustful.

"Why me?" (Y/n) had asked him, breaking away from his kiss.

He hummed against her skin. His deep voice vibrated against her chest as he flicked his tongue over her nipple and bit lightly. "I've been watching you for some time now. These past four years, I've had the privilege of seeing you turn into someone beautiful, someone with a strong character. Even with all the death around that has surrounded you, you remain full of empathy. You remind me of myself, we complement each other."

Erwin then looked up to her eyes and placed his forehead on hers, their noses touching. In a whisper, he told her, "(Y/n), please, don't take tonight lightly, but also, do not think too much of it once we're back. I wish for you to give up for body to me, but I can't make you mine. You don't belong with me. Is that alright?"

Though confused, she had nodded anyway, feeling as if she'd find out soon enough what his words meant. He smiled and broke away from her. Standing up, he took off his clothing and let it drop to the floor before getting back under the sheet. (Y/n) let her clothes pile next to his and climbed into bed. She stared at his upper body, too shy to glance at the thick dent in the sheet near his lap.

Besides the injury to his arm, his body wasn't marked with scars but it was rough and callused against her own. Despite that, Erwin was gentle with her during the time they spent tangled in each other's body. As the hours trickled by, she counted the number of times he softly moaned her name, as if he was trying to burn it into his memory. Every time she thought he was done, Erwin would pull her naked body against his and kiss her deeply, asking if it was alright to go again.

He knew just where to suck and tease, and when to slow down and thrust deeper. With every hushed moan, he adjusted his movements to her liking, moving in and out of her accordingly just to see her eyes roll back as he continuously hit her favorite spot. Erwin listened to the subtle hints in her moans like her voice was his religion. He was selfless when it came to her pleasure.

After some time, he had finally stopped and fell breathlessly beside her. Erwin could look at her all night long if she would allow him to. (Y/n) fell asleep first, using his hard chest as a pillow. The bed they had shared was too small for each to have their own space. After knowing she was fully asleep, Erwin closed his eyes, knowing that no matter what happened, he wouldn't regret what he did.

"If you want to make it back in time, you better get up and start moving!" Lotte yelled from the kitchen, the smell of fried meat filling the house.

(Y/n) smiled at the memory of last night and stood up, dressing back into her Scout uniform. 'Back to reality,' she thought.

"Is it morning already?" Erwin's eyes were barely open as he looked around the room to find her.

"My grandmother's making breakfast right now," she replied, strapping her boots in place. "I'll leave you to dress, and then we should leave soon."