Love you, Paris

✳️Smaragdine✳️

"Hh... Aah... Mmh..."

Windows are sweating.

"Ngh... Hh..."

Air feels sticky.

"F-Faster... Please... Aah..."

Hot skin.

Only candles illuminate the room. That breath, that body, that view.
Coming closer.
Can't hold it back anymore.
Every move. Every thrust. Every bite.

He strokes up her beautiful round and firm breasts in a slow way. Making himself cough into their French and wild kiss as he pinches them carefully.
She moves her lower body slowly and tenderly against his one, making him harder by their slow dance of passion and lust.

"Mmh... Ngh... Aaah!"

Sticky oxygen.

Crying windows.

Ecstasy.

White light.

As he opens his eyes he immediately touches his sweaty forehead. What a night. What a woman. What a dream. So beautifully untrue. So seductively amusing. So fast and slow yet so gentle and lustful.
What a dream. About HIM and HER. He strokes back his wet hair and walks his way to the bathroom, changing his wet clothes from all the sweat. "Hell...that was...a nice dream? No, why am I having such dreams, that's not okay. But... I still wished that dream was real".

He decides taking a warm bath. As he takes off his clothes and let's some water into the tube he chews his lips and remembers the way he touched HER in his dreams. His heart beats faster immediately and his cheeks turn red. He shouldn't do that- .

As he sits into the tube he enjoys feeling the warm water. It kinda reminds him on that day. When he firstly interacted with Jean in the swimming course in high school. When he fell in love with him but didn't get it.

Sun.
A beautiful sunny day. But not today. As Armin changes his clothes in the cabine he can't find his swimming pants. Instead there are pink girly panties, which are even too small for his size. He sighs deeply and leans his head frustrated against the wall. " Damn, I am sure that was Marco again. Why does he hate me so much that he makes school feel like hell? At least for me...", thinks Armin out loud and damns again. Suddenly he hears a voice from the other corner of the room. It's him. It's Jean, who was talking at the sink with Reiner for a while and Armin didn't even notice it. Suddenly Armins breath flattens as he looks up right into Jean's golden eyes.
"Hey are you okay? You look kinda...helpless. And take so long", says Jean and smiles slightly but softly at Armin who firstly can't even open his mouth.
"U-Um.... Yes. I... I have a stupid problem. Someones changed my pants to this...". As Armin shows the panties to Jean he starts laughing and shakes his head. "Okay, I understand... Wait. Maybe I have a second one. Here, take that. You can borrow it".
Armin blushes slightly and smiles a bit. He didn't expect Jean being that nice to him. Well, they weren't really friends but also they didn't hate each other or something like that. Classmates.
As Armin has finished they both come to the other classmates and the teacher, who already wait for them.
Those gazes.
Especially Marco's one.
Why does he look at me like that?
And Jean...he looks kind of...nervous?
"Kirstein of course...but Arlert too, what a surprise. Didn't expect you avoiding sports like that. Whatever, let's start now finally. Everybody into the pool and swim 10 rounds. Now!", shouts the teacher and everyone jumps into the water... Except for Armin. He chews his lips and watches Jean who smiles shortly and claps his shoulder."Good luck", he says and leaves then. Armin nods hesitantly and goes slowly into the water.
He loves the ocean but he hates swimming in class. He can't swim. Not at all. And his teacher knows it. But...that's all.
Armin holds himself really hard on the side of the pool as he tries to swim. Everyone is nearly finished, but not him. And not only because he is slow, but also because he can't stop watching HIM. The way he moves, the way he looks, the way he breaths. And how good he looks when water drops down his...
"Aww...can't you swim? Poor little Armin", say Marco who has finished his rounds and leans against the edge with a stupid grin at Armin. " You know, losers stay losers and winner stay winner. That's why winners keep winning and losers loose".
Armin turns to Marco and sighs. "Oh, now I get why you keep failing school", says Armin and makes Marco raise his eyebrow. As Armin wants to leave the pool Marco grabs pretty firmly Armins arm. He looks confused at Marco who just keeps that stupid smirk on his face. "Where did you leave your panties? Didn't you like them? I was sure you are into such stuff", says Marco and grins as he keeps holding Armins arm. "I knew that it was you being so kind to me. You know who's even more kind? Jean, who borrowed me his pants", are Armins words before he frees himself from Marcos grab who looks pretty appalled now and wishes to punch Armin.
"Jean, huh?"

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The sky shows up a dark and rainy view. All streets reflect the neon lights of busy stores and shine like stars on the ground by the wetness the heavy rain gives them. When Armin is done with his bath he sits on the window sill, trying to study but falling into deep thoughts again as he watches the heavy rain. It reminds him on that day. That day, when he met HER for the first time in her office. She's...so beautiful. Yet so...dangerous.
Just like him back then... Seems like I have a taste for dangerous people, huh?
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"Dress yourself! We go partying now!", shouts Carly loudly after she comes in and frightened Armin who raises an eyebrow by that thought. He and partying...is that even possible?
But on the other hand...why not?