Ribs (Armin Arlert x Reader)

6 :: We Can Make It So Divine

A/N

Hello, hello! Yes, I know it's been a little longer since I updated. This chapter is the longest I've written so far so it was taking a little longer to draft and edit. My chapters are typically 4-6 pages long and take a day or two to draft, rewrite, then edit, but this chapter is at a whopping 7 pages. I hope you guys enjoy this one.

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With Annie and Armin standing over you, still braced on top of Yelena and your leg remaining between her thighs, you expected yourself to feel embarrassed. Instead, with the alcohol in your body, you felt compelled to see just how far you could push your limits tonight at this party.

With the heels of her palms, Yelena pushed your shoulders causing you to slump back into sitting on the couch as she swung her legs onto the floor and stood up. She was incredibly tall; taller than anyone you had met in your life. Her legs and arms were lanky and thin and the shape of her torso was hidden until the loose folds of her silk shirt, which was buttoned down enough to bear cleavage. Yelena peeked down at you, her eyes stoic but her lips curled slightly upwards as her sandy linen hair lay stark against her forehead.

"I'm getting us drinks." She said.

As Yelena walked towards the minikitchen, the tough white leather fabric of the couch cushions sunk with the weight of Armin and Annie joining you. Armin sat by you, but had put some space between the two of you, while Annie sat next to him practically conjoined at the hip. Her arm was outreached behind him as her hand meekly played with the locks of hair above Armin's undercut.

"Hey, so, um, I was actually looking for you." Armin said, his face still a bright cerise red, and his eyes unable to focus on yours.

He outreached his arm to you, and between his fingers he gripped your cell phone. You had completely forgotten you lost it just a few hours earlier at the haunted house Armin worked at, mentally scolding yourself for not being more attentive.

"I found this when I was closing up the house, and I remembered it was you that lost it."

You took your phone from Armin, as his lengthy and slender fingers brushed against yours. His hands were colder than you expected, and his cuticles were incredibly manicured, which was not a common trait you witnessed on college aged men thus far.

"Thanks, I probably look really stupid right now for forgetting it."

"You're not stupid, you're only human. You should be more careful, though, I could have kept it for myself and tried to find your address or something." Armin laughed, and you could perceive the sincerity he held in his voice. Sarcasm didn't seem to be in his tonal vocabulary.

"I guess it's good for me you're not a stalker." You laughed with him.

Before Armin could respond Yelena sat herself between the two of you with two bottles of beer gripped in her palms. She handed one to you and you received it graciously, thanking her meekly as she popped her cap open with her teeth. Luckily for you, Yelena was sweet enough to pop your cap open before she brought your bottle over.

You sipped on your fifth alcoholic drink of the night, this beer being much more enjoyable than the one Annie gave you. Annie's taste in alcohol was botched, but you preferred the sweeter taste of this brand of beer running along your tongue compared to Annie's taste in muskier alcohol.

"I'm Yelena, by the way."

"Yeah, I know. I heard Eren say your name. It's pretty unique." You say as you remove the head of your beer bottle from your lips. She gives a small laugh through her sealed lips, her head tilted downwards as her slothful hickory eyes gazed into you.