positions | jean kirstein

chapter thirteen: lukas

As I begin to stir awake, I realize that I wasn't in my room. The window was to the left instead of to the right, allowing sunlight to pour into the room.

Oh, shit.

Next to me was Jean's sleeping body. Our legs were tangled together under the soft sheets, and my head rested on his hard chest. His arms were still wrapped around my waist, keeping me close to him. I look up at him still peacefully sleeping, his chest slowly rising and falling with every breath he takes.

I slept with Jean.

I quietly move to take his hands off my waist, hoping to not wake him up, and I slip off the bed. I ignore the soreness from in between my legs and head towards my bathroom, quickly taking a shower before changing into a plain fitted long sleeve and pants with my brown boots.

I take a quick look in the mirror and do a retake when something catches my eye. My neck was lined with hickeys.

I curse to myself as I rush to grab my powder from my drawer. I pat it on, covering them from view. I keep my hair down to cover the hickeys even more, and I peek out my room to see Jean still sleeping, snoring lightly.

I make a run for the front door, and letting out a breath of relief, I begin to head towards the dining hall.

It was already dinner time by the time I left our room.

Did we really sleep in that late?

The details of last night were fuzzy to me, but I could still feel his touch.

The way his large hands wrapped around my neck, my waist, my hips. The way he tugged my hair back and the dirty promises he whispered in my ear. The way his brown eyes darken and scan my body. The way his lips felt against my skin, leaving goosebumps and love marks wherever he trailed. The way our bodies perfectly molded together.

I never acted like this before, and I can tell that neither has Jean. Last night almost felt as if we were drunk. Drunk on lust.

I groan to myself before grabbing my dinner. I spot the table with Hange, Moblit, and Vera, and I begin to make my way towards them, taking the seat next to Vera.

"There she is!" Hange exclaims with their arms wide, and I give them a glare.

"Where have you been, sleepy head? It's already dinner time," Hange teases with a smile.

"Couldn't sleep last night," I simply answer, taking a large bite from my bread. Vera silently stares at me.

"Well, Moblit and I have to go now. We are going to be trying a new theory I have on Alexander," they beam as they stand up. Moblit mumbles something about Hange under his breath, calling them crazy. I smile to myself at the interaction.

We say our goodbyes to Hange and Moblit, and Vera and I were left alone at the table.

"Someone looks like had a fun time last night," Vera starts with a mischievous smile on her face.

I snap my head towards her.

"What?"

The grin on her face only grows wider.

"So," she says as she takes another bite of her food, "who's the lucky guy?"

My eyes slightly widen at her words. She takes it as a cue to continue.

"Oh come on now, Iris. It's very obvious," she states, playfully rolling her eyes.

"The only other time woke up this late was when you where with..." Her voice trails off as she looks around the dining hall, spotting a couple scouts eating at the tables around us.